Hey guys! I know it's been a while since I wrote anything on tumblr. It's being a rough time for me right now. As I said in one of my post I'm in college and it's kicking my ass and it's affecting my creativity. Recently, I watched Across the Spiderverse with my best friend and it got me hooked. I even came up with a fanfic that will get you guys hooked. It's a possibility that someone may have written or came up with the same idea but here its is! It's a Beauty and the Beast AU with the main characters of the movie! Exciting, I know right! But I need your guys help. I have issues picking characters from the movie to portray characters in the story. Here's what I have so far:
The Beast - Miguel
Belle - (Y/N)
Mrs Pot and Chip - Peter B. Parker and Mayday
I really need your guys help so leave a comment or message me what characters you guys would fit them in this story. Also I'll post my draft of the fic later today. Thanks again for all the support and I'll see you guys soon! Love ya ✨✨✨
Guys I just thought about something. So, you know that Gorillas bare and show their teeth as a sign of aggression but they look like they’re smiling? Imagine if Miguel does that with anyone. Their asses are getting jumped!!!!!
Summary: Miguel walks in on you late at night doing something unexpected, which makes things really awkward afterwards…
Pairing: Miguel O’hara x spider-woman!reader
Warnings: 18+!!!. Dark Miguel. Pining. Increasing sexual tension. Masturbation. Oral sex. Breeding kink. Creampie. Cumplay. Size kink. Fangs. This is very filthy… you’ve been warned.
Words: 3k
In the dark of night your thoughts were your own.
You had absolute freedom to indulge in your desires and quenching that thirst that had been consuming you as of late.
A deep sigh left your left as one hand slid inside your panties, seeking to offer a much needed comfort. Your eyes were glued shut and in the dark of your mind, you had a blank canvas to paint an erotic scenario that would be effective.
His face came up first as the pad of your fingers began circling your swollen clit.
How you wished it could be his long and slender fingers instead.
Red eyes watching you intently as he slowly but surely built up your orgasm.
Wet sounds began to fill your ears as two fingers entered your soaked pussy. A sudden gasp left your parted lips as your mind tried its best to keep the illusion alive.
Your fingers were promptly replaced with his. Back arched and heat quickly spreading across your entire body almost snapped you out of it, but had become quite accustomed to this late night endeavour.
In your mind, Miguel O’hara was a pleaser when it came to intimacy. All his walls would crumble at the prospect of bringing pleasure to his partner.
There was nothing you could do about this.
You craved him more than anything.
More than anyone.
In your mind, he would go for a third finger, just so he could properly prepare you to take all of him.
“Fuck…” you moaned as you pictured him struggling to make it fit.
Your walls clenched around your fingers wishing it would be his cock instead. That bulge left nothing to the imagination. He had to be well endowed.
Soon enough, your mind had you see a flash of his fangs.
Miguel was a predator.
And, in your mind, he would not shy away from baring them as a clear sign of control.
“Miguel…” his name rolled out of your tongue too easily. “Miguel… please…”
Your other hand came to fondle one breast through your shirt wishing it would be him instead.
“Migueeeel, squad 239 is ready for briefing.”
That voice…
Your eyes snapped open as your senses detected someone else in the room. Before you could fully process what was going on, your instincts kicked in and you grabbed your webshooters from the nightstand, ejecting twin strings of solid web at the tall figure in the dark.
Two thin flashes of red and orange tore through air, effectively tearing the webstrings to pieces.
“I’ll be right there.”
You audibly gasped, removing your soaked hand from your underwear.
Miguel O’hara.
You let out a shriek, hurrying yourself to pull the covers up to your neck, preserving some of your modesty… or what was left of it.
Lyla’s hologram turned to face you. “Oh? Are you okay?”
You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak any words.
“What did you do to her, Miguel?”
The eyes on his eyes narrowed. “Lyla…”
She ignored him. “Want me to check your vitals?”
“No!” you immediately panicked.
“Lyla,” Miguel’s stern voice was heard again.
The obnoxious assistant appeared next to you in a heartbeat and you were blinded by her orange beam as she scanned you.
“Pupils fully dilated, heart rate at 123 beats per minute, temperature rising, respiratory rate at 20 breaths per minute…” she tapped her chin pensively. “Did you just run a marathon?”
Before you could come up with a ridiculous lie, Miguel intervened. “Lyla, that’s enough. Inform them I’ll be right there.”
She adjusted her pink glasses. “Ooookay!” she chirped before disappearing.
Miguel was fully covered in his suit, his mask hiding whatever thoughts he might have on what he had just witnessed.
It felt like hours as he stood there in silence, facing you.
Fuck.
He had definitely heard you…
“Miguel…”
You thought you saw him take a step towards you, but maybe your vision was betraying you as he turned around instead, and jumped through the open window.
Flashes of his red webbing tore through the night sky like lightning.
Your travel watch suddenly beeped on your wrist, alerting you to catch some sleep.
Out of sheer frustration you ripped it off and threw it across the room with such force that it hit a wall crumbled into pieces.
“You look absolutely terrible, girl.”
“Thanks, Jess.”
Jessica Drew had been a good mentor to you ever since you first joined eight months ago, so you gave her a pass.
The cafeteria was buzzing with the early morning commotion of a few spiders getting some breakfast.
She kept eyeing you with interest. “Rough night?”
“I guess,” you mumbled, before bringing the spider-man themed glass to your lips and taking a sip.
“Because of Miguel?”
You nearly choked on the orange juice, sending a spray across the table that Jess easily avoided.
“W-what?” you stuttered panic came crashing in like a wave. “Miguel?”
Did she know?
She arched an eyebrow. “I mean… he’s been kinda pushy lately, so it adds to the stress.”
Relief poured down on you and you sank into your chair. “Oh, yeah, yeah…”
“I think it’s time he settles, you know?” she carried on, rubbing and staring at her belly with adoration. “Having a family might help him more than he thinks.”
Last night, this topic might have come in handy as a new unlocked fantasy of yours: having Miguel O’hara’s children.
But today, the mention of him at all had your stomach doing somersaults.
“Heeeeey!”
You jumped in your seat and your heart skipped a couple of beats.
“Lyla, you need to stop popping up like that. You’re gonna scare someone to death one day.”
“I do this all the time witn Miguel just to annoy him,” she beamed happily as she started hovering closer to you. “He wants to see you.”
“Speak of the devil…” Jess drawled out with a yawn, taking a bite off an apple.
“Me? Me?” You felt your life drain from your body in that moment.
Lyla nodded. “He can’t get a hold of you through your comlink.”
Oops… the dimensional travel watch that you had smashed to pieces a couple of hours ago.
“Huh… left it at home,” you quickly said. “I think it’s malfunctioning or… something…”
“You should have that fixed soon,” Jessica chimed in.
“Yeah…”
Lyla was staring at you with with an ear-to-ear smile. “Can I tell him you’re on your way?”
“Oh… now?”
“He’s in a terrible mood, so try to be quick.”
Fuck.
“I have stuff to do… can this wait?”
Lyla’s smile didn’t falter. “I wouldn’t keep him waiting if I were you.”
You felt like throwing up, the events of last night replaying in your head like a broken record. He had surely heard you moan his name multiple times. It was obvious he was now ready to confront you about it and probably send you back home never to return.
“Fine…” you mumbled in defeat.
You parted ways with Jessica and started making your way though the busy streets to reach HQ.
As you landed swiftly onto a nearby bridge that led to the elevator, you threw a look a the tall building in front of you, dreading going inside.
“I’m sorry!” you automatically said as you bumped into someone.
“You look awful,” came Hobie’s voice from behind you.
You waved your hand dismissively, keeping your pace, but Gwen suddenly showed up at your side. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Why?” You tried your best to sound convincing with a forced smile.
Hobie was now in front of you, hands shoved in pockets, guitar hanging from his back and inquisitive eyes on you. “Bad mission?”
“Nah,” you sighed as you entered the elevator nearby that would lead you straight to HQ and your early demise. “Just on my way to see Miguel.”
Gwen offered you an understanding look while Hobie merely shrugged. “Yeah, that explains it. Terrible aura that bloke has.”
You pushed the button that would bring you to the top floor and as the doors were sliding shut you saw Hobie saluting you. “Give him hell, kid!”
Easier said than done, but you were thankful for the brief distraction and gave him a heartfelt smile.
You stepped out and into the long corridor that led to his chamber.
By the time you reached the entrance, Miguel’s platform had already began descending.
In its usual torturing pace.
“Hi, Miguel!” you waved enthusiastically as if you weren’t about to go through the humiliation of your life. “Sleep well?”
You cringed at the ridiculous attempt at small talk.
Deafening silence filled the room until the platform had finally come to a stop.
He turned to face you as the multiple screens behind him flashed with different images and text.
“You look… tense,” you added as he stepped down in your direction.
“This is about last night,” he started, red eyes fixed on yours.
Fuck. This was it. You were backed into a corner. There was no way out now.
“Miguel… I can expl—”
“Where are your mission logs?” he quickly cut you off.
Your eyes widened . “What?”
He now had a finger pointed at you, his face drawing near. “You were supposed to register the logs of your mission with Pavitr last night, remember?”
Oh.
“We came in late and…” you were rubbing the back of your head and chuckling throughout in a miserable attempt to lighten the mood. “You know! Headed back to my place and… huh…” your words faltered momentarily. “… I-I… got distracted.”
“Clearly.”
Your heart clenched at his remark.
Miguel kept eyeing you as if expecting you to go on, but you couldn’t bring yourself to work through the humiliation of having the subject of your innermost desires confronting you about it.
Just as you were about to change the topic, he quickly turned his broad back to you, bringing his hands to move files around in front of him, archiving some and swiping through otheres.
You managed to catch a quick glimpse of a few ones of his daughter that he promptly closed.
“You need to start taking this seriously,” he went on, pulling out footage from all around Nueva York. “Where’s your travel watch?”
At this point, you started to wonder if he had actually heard anything. Maybe you hadn’t been that loud. Maybe he had arrived just as Lyla’s hologram showed up. Maybe all this worry was for nothing.
“Huh… it’s… not working properly,” you managed to say as your mouth went dry.
“You need that fixed.”
“Yeah, I’ll bring it to tech later today.”
Miguel’s head turned to face you. “I created it. I’ll fix it.”
Panic spread inside you like wildfire. “Oh! No-no! It’s fine. Really. Can’t you just give me a new one?”
In a blink of an eye, he was already facing you again, towering dangerously close. “Do you have it with you?”
You shook your head, too scared to breathe.
“Then let’s go to your apartment.”
“Why?”
His face was so close you felt as if he’d swallow you with his red eyes. “Time is valuable. Don’t waste mine.”
This was definitely an overkill. As grateful as you were that he would personally try to fix your watch, you soon realised you had put your foot in your mouth.
And as the two of you made your way out of HQ and to your place, you couldn’t push away the feeling that something was… off.
Miguel seemed on edge.
Maybe it was just your paranoia, but he seemed tense. Well, more than usual, that is.
The rest of the trip — through immense crouds of various spiders to web-swinging — was done in utmost silence until you reached your destination.
“Lyla?” he called out all of a sudden.
The tiny hologram popped up instantaneously. “Yes, boss?”
“Pause your live updates, unless it’s an emergency.”
“You gotta say the magic word first.”
Miguel growled. “What word?”
She had a devious look on her face as her heart-shapped glasses slid down to the tip of her nose.
He sighed. “Please.”
Lyla snapped her fingers with a smile. “Not so hard, was it?”
The hologram vanished just as you were about to unlock the front door with the fingerprint scanner. You walked in first, grateful that you had left the apartment in a presentable state, safe for a few books and shirts scattered all around.
Miguel just stood there.
“Hmm… I’ll go get… it…”
You hurried inside your bedroom, trying to pick all the tiny pieces of the deceased watch that lay on the carpet.
Having Miguel here would have been a delight under much different circumstances, but now you just wished a hole in the ground would swallow you whole.
He was still standing where you’d left it and when you handed him the object, you saw a frown settle on his face. “No wonder it’s not working. What happened?”
“Oh! Yeah! I stepped on it… accidentally!” you quickly added with a chuckle, embarrassed pooling inside you.
“Can I sit down?” he asked point at the couch.
“Of course! Mi casa es tu casa!”
You mentally slapped yourself at the abhorrent accent and winced at Miguel’s unimpressed expresssion.
“How often does it happen?”
That threw you for a loop. “Huh… it was the first time, actually.”
“Are you sure?”
What?
You blinked a couple of times, waiting for him to clarify.
Something dark flashed across his eyes. “Was it the first time you touched yourself thinking about me?”
Nothing could have prepared you for the words that had just left his mouth, and you jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
On Miguel’s end, he seemed unbothered, returning his attention to the object in his hands.
“I… huh… you… you heard that…”
It wasn’t a question. You already had the answer, but he had completely caught you off guard.
“You were being particularly loud.”
Heat rushed to your face and you felt absolutely mortified. “I’m sorry… I didn’t know you were there…”
He shrugged. “I had come by to check in on you after your mission,” he informed, tinkering with some screws. “You had your window open.”
Ah… yes… spiders and windows. Why knock on doors when you can simply swing inside?
But something wasn’t adding up. “Why… would you check on me? Pavitr delivered the report, right?”
Miguel stood up at once and flashed in front of you. “I’ve been watching you lately.”
You swallowed. “What… what do you mean?”
He backed you against the wall behind you and you vaguely wondered if this was some sort of test. Maybe a joke?
“Playing innocent, now?”
He was not making any sense at all. “Miguel… what…”
“I know how you feel about me,” he said in a whisper. “I’m quite good at reading people and their intentions.”
You wanted to disappear right there and then.
“Last night… I took a detour and decided to remind you to be a good girl and do upload your mission logs, but…” he paused, eyes landing on your lips. “I was presented with something that stirred something in me instead.”
You could feel his body nearly touching yours, heart racing at an alarming rate and the urge to arch into him.
“You were so lucky I had to brief that squad…” he went on, lips ghosting your cheek. “I would have ravaged you right there.”
Your knees almost gave up under you. “Miguel… I..”
“What? Do you think it was easy to turn away from that sight? You were so wet I could nearly taste it.”
And just like that, your clit started throbbing and your eyes fluttered shut.
All reason abandoned your mind. Logic would have told you to go slow and easy, but your primal instinct spoke louder.
“Then why didn’t you come back later?” you whispered into his lips, whishing he’d take yours at once.
“I would have broken you.”
Your eyes shot open.
Now you knew why he seemed off.
It wasn’t tension from the overload of work. He wasn’t on edge, because protecting the multiverse was taking a toll on him.
“You’re so willing… so responsive to my touch,” he said, planting the faintest kiss to your lips before breaking it. “Last night I felt an overwhelming need to breed you.”
You vaguely remembered Jessica’s words earlier on.
“So, tell me… what were you thinking about last night?”
“You…”
Miguel pressed his lower half against yours, making you fully unware of how much he wanted you. “Be specific,” he snarled.
Your clit was throbbing so painfully, you considered rubbing yourself on him for some added friction.
You did want to tell him all about your fantasies. How you have been craving him for months. How you’d have wet dreams time and time again. How you’d make up excuses to visit him at HQ. How you wished you could be his.
But no words came out.
“How many fingers were inside you?”
“Two…”
He started rolling his hips slowly, providing much needed satisfaction to your swollen clit. “Can you take more?”
You buncked into his impressive erection, knowing fully well why he wanted to know.
“One more…”
And then Miguel O’hara growled.
He had one hand loosely wrapped around your neck as he finally captured your lips with his. You had been experienced many types of kisses before. Soft, needy, sloppy, hurried… but you had never once experienced this level of hunger.
You let him deep the kiss with his tongue and felt yours brush along his sharp fangs.
He kept you in place with one hand when you heard and felt the sound of fabric being torn. You immediately tensed up, but Miguel reassured you by breaking the kiss to stare down the length of your exposed front, your spider suit now ruined.
The cool air hardened your exposed nipples and you saw more hunger in his eyes.
“I want to breed you.”
You arched your back, offering more of yourself to him, sure that this was just wordplay coming from him to spice things up.
Conveniently enough, Miguel had the ability to make his suit disappear at free will, eliminating the process of having to undress. The moment your eyes landed on him again, he was fully naked and you were left speechless.
He looked so inviting… from his toned torso all the way down to his thick cock pressed between you two, beads of precum sliding down the tip.
“It’s too big…” you mumbled as it dawned on you how much bigger than you he was… in every sense of the word.
Miguel pressed you against the wall, lifted one of your legs to wrap around his waist and allowed his cock to freely slide along your wet folds.
The hand on your neck tightened lightly. “Miguel… it won’t fit…”
“It will.”
You shuddered from the delicious friction against your clit and felt a gush of wetness drip from your pussy. Your body was trying its best to get ready to accommodate him, but you feared it wouldn’t be enough.
He kissed your jawline before sliding down to your shoulder and then you felt his sharp fangs teasing your skin.
“I heard that you can paralise someone with a bite…” you moaned as wet sounds filled your ears.
“Don’t worry, little one,” he chuckled as he applied some pressure teasingly. “I won’t do that to you… for now.”
He removed your leg from around him and brought one hand down to his cock. “Grab it.”
You did as you were told, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock being completely soaked. He set the pace by wrapping his own fingers on top of yours.
“Just like that…” he hissed, baring his set of fangs. “Tighter…”
You did try, but he was too thick to do that properly. Your eyes were glued to the sight of more and more beads of precum sliding down his knuckles. He was deliciously ready to take you.
“If you’re any tighter than this, I won’t last…” he mumbled, biting his lower lip until it drew blood.
He was driving you over the edge with his words and you weren’t sure you’d be able to withstand so much stimulation all at once.
You gave his cock a few more pumps before he hauled you into his arms with little no effort.
“Hey!”
“I want to taste you,” was his response as he lowered you on the couch. “Eyes on me.”
He parted your legs and settled between them, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, giving you goosebumps. Your back arched again as he tore through the rest of your suit with his retractable claws.
“Look.”
Your eyes landed exactly on what he wanted you to see: your clit was so swollen it was nearly peeking through your folds.
“So pretty…”
His tongue glided along your folds, parting them gently before he started sucking on your clit. You immediately jerked reflexively into him and fell flat on your back, not able to hold back your moans.
Every fantasy and wet dream you had had of this man could never come close to the real deal.
“Miguel…”
He groaned into you, the vibration making you buck your hips, yearning for more.
And be provided. He started with one finger slinding inside your pussy, but soon added a second one.
As he let go of your clit you promted yourseld on your elbows to revel at the sigh of Miguel O’hara having your juices running down his chin.
“Think you can take another one?”
You pouted.
“Please don’t do that… I’ll fill you up with my cock right now if you give me that look again…”
You rode his two fingers slowly, enjoying the stretch, but feeling more and more emboldened by the ego boost he was giving you.
“Miguel…” you moaned, eyes fixed on his. “I… think I’m ovulating.”
Honestly, you had no idea. It wasn’t something you bothered keeping track, but you figured he might enjoy it if you joined his game.
But, as they say, be careful with what you wish for…
He mumbled a string if curses in Spanish, immediately removing his fingers from inside you and flipping you onto your stomach.
“Why would you say that…”
You saw his face from the corner of your eye. He looked utterly unhinged.
“I thought you might want me to play along…”
Miguel placed his hand on your hips and had you arch your back to him, giving him better access to your dripping pussy.
“Oh, you think I’m joking?” He growled and you felt the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. “I really, really want to breed you.”
Your eyes widened. “Miguel?”
“You’re perfect,” he said. “I want you to carry my child.”
Your pussy clenched around nothing and he seized the opportunity to slide the tip inside, earning a muffled cry from you. You had to bite down on a pillow to keep from screaming at the overwhelming sensation.
“Stop clenching…” pleaded, gripping your hips tighter. “You have to relax… or…”
Miguel bucked his hips and you felt more of his cock stretching you and you couldn’t help but to clench tightly from the pain.
“Miguel… it’s too much… please,” you cried out, squirming under him.
He let out a guttural groan. “You have to stop clenching…” he said. “Can you do that for me?”
You nodded and tried your best to relax.
“Good girl…” he praised you, rubbing your hips gently with his thumbs. “Almost there… look at me.”
You did so.
“Bite down on that pillow.”
Your eyes widened.
“No, no! Don’t clench or I’ll cum… I won’t last longer if you keep doing this,” he seemed desperate at this point.
But you did as he had asked and he took the opportunity to bottom out, letting out an animalistic growl.
Just as your were getting adjusted to his size, Miguel began to set a rhythm that would leave you gasping for air and gripping the fabric of your couch with such force you feared you might pull something.
You suddenly felt two fingers rolling your clit in between, which had you arching your back even deeper, craving more and more.
“I need you to cum first…” he was panting heavily now and you figured it was taking all of his will-power to not blow his load right there and then.
He rubbed your clit in unison with his thrusts and the familiar coil started to grow in your lower abdomen.
“Miguel…. Miguel….” you moaned in between gasps as you reached the point of no return.
By the time you had reached the edge and were hit with an overwhelming wave of orgasm, you noticed he had pulled out, leaving your to clench around nothing and being sent into your peak with just his fingers on your clit.
“Put it back!” you protested, backing into him and nearly crying from the loss of friction. “Fuck you!”
“Go on… that’s it… ride it out,” he said, having to steady your hips with one hand.
Your legs started spasming uncontrollably and then you felt him shove his cock in one go.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck….” you moaned.
Miguel was too far gone and it was obvious he had wanted you to reach your orgasm first so he could feel those rhythmic contractions.
That was what brought him over the edge.
You were now coming out of that haze of unmatched pleasure when he bottomed out once more and spilled inside you.
Miguel was gripped the back of your couch and you saw and heard his claws digging into it as he pumped more and more cum. His growl of pleasure echoed across your apartment and you wondered how many of your fellow spider neighbors had been able to hear it.
You felt broken… exhausted… read to go to sleep and never wake up.
Your breathing was erratic and your heart drummed loudly in your ears. Miguel pulled out slowly and you collapsed on your side, feeling splurts of his cum pouring out.
“Fuck…” he panted, nearly stumbling back.
Out of curiosity, you reach between your legs and gathered a small amount of his cum in your fingers so you could taste him.
“Do I taste good?” he asked as he shoved the rest of the spilling liquid back inside your pussy.
Your tongue darted out to lick your fingers. “Come find out.”
It didn’t surprise you that Miguel’s stamina insanely high and that he had managed to regain his composure.
He slid to the floor and kneeled in front of you, kissing you and, as you parted your lips, you allowed him to taste himself on you.
“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” he grinned, helping you shift on your back. “Now stay still for a couple of minutes.”
“Why?” you mumbled, finally able to get your breath under control.
Miguel O’hara had his suit on once again. “Did you actually think I didn’t mean what I said?”
His mask now covered his face as he leaned to plant a kiss to your forehead through the fabric. “You are going to bear my child.”
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hi there! just a friendly reminder that your favorite character that you are possibly reading about loves you just as much as you love them! they love every part of you, they appreciate that every part of you adds up to who you are and what you stand for. they love everything about you, even your quirks, or imperfections (though they swear you have none). they definitely talk about you to everyone who will listen (no matter how annoying they sound hehe). they would want you to go easy on yourself, and take a break every once in a while. maybe drink some water. they just love you so much <3 enjoy reading about them :)
Hey y’all. I know you all have been wondering where I was. I finally did my finals and I spent the whole Christmas holiday with family so that why I haven’t been active on here and ao3. Enough about that. I was actually thinking about branching out with my poems. Don’t worry guys, I will be still writing about fictional men but I was wondering if I should post poems that are based about other things like real life situations and also people.
Recently, before my finals and the holidays, I started to listen to a lot of Stray Kids songs and let’s just say I’m hooked. A former friend did recommended them to me before but I didn’t take it serious at the time. I really love their songs and you can say that I’m a baby Stay lol. Anywho back on topic, I have a question. Should I write a poem about them tho??? What are your thoughts about me branching out??? Any requests on future pieces???
I saw people having Namor speak Spanish and went “something is not right here.” And had a weird feeling about some of these “darker” themed fan fics. Some of the. Borderline creeped me out. I like dark themes but some of them were cringey.
Ikr Anon!!!!!! There’s a fucking limit to what is acceptable and not acceptable when it comes to writing dark themes in fanfics. Don’t get me wrong I like reading dark stuff but as I said there’s a LIMIT especially when it comes to poc and indigenous characters like Namor!!!
idk what’s worse: white writers erasing namor’s indigenous background and continuing to have him speak spanish because it sounds more “romantic” (when he expressed his hatred for the language and he only speaks yucatec maya throughout the whole movie) or white writers portraying namor as this aggressive predatory monster preying on innocent white readers…feels racist and fetishizing to me idk
Heyy guys. This will be a different type of post than the others. As you know, on the namor x reader tag, there are authors who are basically writing this character in a very predatory and stereotypical way. As a person of colour this pisses me off. To me, when it comes to writing fanfiction or fiction overall, you should give or show the correct representation regarding a character especially if the character is indigenous or poc. I really love Namor as a character, his struggles, challenges and the ways he will go out to protect his people and Talokan. Some may interpret his behavior being dark, but can you blame him??!
Another thing what authors are doing in their stories is making him speak in Spanish. I saw alot of posts on my feed telling persons to stop making him doing so. I agree with them. Why would he speak the language of the person who cursed him??? At the end of the day, if you are gonna write fanfics of him DO IT RIGHT or don't bother. That's my two cents of the ongoing issue.
Placing them gently onto the wet of sand of the surface
One last time, I glanced at them,
These feelings,
The unfamiliar yet familiar pull
Dragging my soul to their’s
“Finalmente, tin kaxtaj in Láak’.”
* “Un chico sin amor”- A boy without love
* “Ma’ apresurar in waal.”- Do not rush my child
* “Kutal jump’éel perturbaciòn paach Talokan, K’ uk’ulkan!”- I sense an disturbance outside of Talokan, K’uk’ulkan!
* “Le le humanos?”- Is it the humans?
* “Ma’ in wajel.”- I do not know
* “Yuumbo’otik alertar in, Namora.”- Thank you for alerting me, Namora
* “Finalmente, tin kaxtaj in Láak’.”- Finally I found my mate
A/N : Heyyo peeps. Since y’all asked for more Namor I have delivered. If you haven’t noticed this piece is the prequel to the first one I wrote. I wanted to write one where it was in Namor’s perspective and I’ve tried to keep it gender neutral like the other pieces on my blog. (Keyword TRIED). Also this period of time I have to start studying for my upcoming university exams sooo I won’t be able to write anything new for now but eventually I’ll soon be. Thanks for the likes and support guys!!!!!! Love yah ✨✨✨
Beautifully crafted jewellery adorned around his neck
Well defined, chiseled chest and abs
Jade shorts hugged his tanned, long legs
And wings on his bare feet
Are those real?!
“Don’t be afraid, In yáakunaj. I won’t hurt you.”
“W-who are you?”
“My people called me K’uk’ulkan but you can call me Namor.”
“Was it you who saved me that day?”
“Yes. I couldn’t let my Láak’ drown.”
There it was again
That foreign tongue,
This time more arousing than pleasant
Drawing me closer to him,
Hypnotizing yet romantic
A complete stranger he was
And yet, these feelings well inside of me
My body, my soul
Like we were met to be,
One, together, forever
Edging closer,
Face to Face
Feet finally planted on soft, wet sand
The air between us thick with tension
“Don’t you feel it yáakunaj? The bond between us?”
Lost for words,
I nodded my head
Yes
It’s wonderful but so wrong
“Come. I shall take you home.”
“H-home? My home is right here.”
“No. Home is with me at Talokan, not this retched surface world.”
“I can’t. I have so much here to do.”
“Well my Laak, you don’t have a choice.”
Huh? What was that melody?
Soothing and comforting
A lullaby maybe?
Overcome with sudden drowsiness
I fell into Namor’s waiting, warm embrace
“In quedare ta weetel Tumen mantat’s in querida.”
* In yáakunaj - My love
* Láak’ - Mate
* yáakunaj - love
* In quedare ta weetel Tumen mantat’s in querida - I shall stay with you forever and ever my darling
A/N: Hey lovely people. Here’s the finally and last part of pieces dedicated to Namor. I really enjoyed writing for him and hopefully you guys enjoyed reading these pieces. Love yah ✨✨✨
Or just hooking up with some dude you met at a shitty bar
However, being saved by a gorgeous specimen
You’ve never laid eyes on,
Was the first
Jolting awake,
Coughing out a lung or two
Eventually catching my breath
How in the hell was I back at my parents’ villa?
I remember sinking down into abyssal darkness,
Impending doom
Something was off
Strong, muscular arms, wrapped around me,
Pulling my weak body towards the surface,
A voice, unfamiliar yet warm,
“Be still. Do not worry, In k’áate’yaakunaj.”
Goosebumps rose onto sand plastered skin
Who was that?
A guy?
I thought I was the only one here on the property
Who ever he was,
They saved me from drowning
That huge wave came out of nowhere
Dragging, pulling my body,
Into the dark blue, icy depths
Damn it!
I should definitely stay away from the water
Would he ever return again?
* In k’áate’yaakunaj - My one and only love
A/N : Heyy there everyone. I hope you all enjoy this piece cuz I enjoyed writing it to the point I kinda got carried away so I will be posting parts instead of the full poem. Also I haven't watch the movie as yet but I made plans with my sis. I can't wait to see this fine man in front of me!!!!!!! Anywho enjoy guys!!!! Love yah ✨✨✨
Considering the fact, I live in a violent hell hole of a city
Gotham, where criminals, lowlifes,
Crazy psychopaths, and masked vigilantes thrive
I should really head out now
But in this damn moment,
It was such as peaceful night
If you call sitting on a ledge of a random ass high building peaceful
“Come here often?”
A deep, flirty voice asked
Startled I retorted snarky,
“Didn’t anyone taught you it’s not nice to sneak up on someone?”
“Quite the opposite sweetheart.”
“Sweetheart?”
Turning around to face this stranger who decided to sneak up on me,
To be surprisingly greeted face to face with,
Nightwing?
What’s he doing here?
Am I in some sort of trouble?
“Surprised to see me huh?”
Being surprised to see him was an understatement
Isn’t he supposed to be patrolling the streets of Gotham,
For criminals or something?
“You know, it’s not safe for a cutie like you to be here. Much less outside.”
Heat suddenly spread to my face
He thought I was cute?
Not gonna lie, he’s a charmer
“I just needed a breather from things at home. Also, this is my fav place to do exactly that.”
Letting out an awkward laugh,
“I was about to leave before you showed up.”
“Well, how about I walk you home baby bird?”
He asked closing the distance between us
Huhhh what?
He was so close I felt his body heat form his suit,
His breath on my cheek
Why was he so damn irresistible and a gentleman
Reaching out and tucking a stray piece of hair out of my face
Staring intensly into my eyes
He awaited my response
“S-sure, I guess. If it’s not too much of a problem to you.”
“Then lead the way sweetheart.”
OH MY GOD!
What’s happening right now?
The masked vigilante, Nightwing,
Is taking me to my home
My friends would be so jealous of me right now
Who would have thought, on a typical night like this,
while taking a break from stuff at home
Would have led to a well unexpected visit from Nightwing
A/N : Hey guys, gals and nonbinary folks I’ve returned with a new poem. As usual your girl has been simping for this fine piece of specimen nowadays so I decided to write something for him. Hope y’all enjoy. Love yah ✨✨✨
Would you like to accept a video call from Micah Yujin?
Yes! | No!
Clicking yes,
The familiar sight of Micah in his usual getup and his room,
Came up on my screen
“Miss me huh sweetheart?”
Why do I have a crush on this guy?
Looking at him with an intense gaze,
“Answer me this question. Are you the one sending me gifts anonymously?”
With a high pitch in his voice,
“Nooooo. What makes you think that it was me?”
I know he’s not lying to my face right now
“Are you lying to me Yujin.”
“Whaaatt. I’m not lying –"
“MICAH!”
“Gah! Fine, it was me.”
Wait, but that means
“I’ll come clean. I like you a lot angel and I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Is he saying that he likes me?
Holy shit!
Am I dreaming?
“Earth to angel! Were you listening to what I just said?”
Blushing furiously, I shouted,
“I LIKE YOU A LOT TOO YOU BONEHEAD!”
Sniff, sniff
Was he crying?
“You’ve made me the happiest shartshooting man alive!”
Here we go again
Turns out the guy who I knew for a week,
Was my secret admirer
What a cliché!
At least the one and only Micah Yujin,
An hacking genius
(His words not mine)
Will forever be my cliché.
A/N : Hello again guys. I finally wrote a piece for Micah from Error143. I LOVE this game and Micah sooo much so I decided to write an secret admirer AU. Let me know what yall think. Love yah ✨✨✨
