Earth 42!Miles somehow getting transported to earth 1610 and pretending to be the regular Miles. Going as far to take out his braids and tone down his Spanish accent in order to pass.
Earth 42!Miles who paused at the first time he saw what could have been his life if his dad had never died. If he hadn’t followed in the steps of his uncle.
Earth 42!Miles who sees you for the first time in almost a year. Freezing in place when he sees your familiar smile like nothing had ever happened to you.
Earth 42!Miles who comes to resent 1610!Miles because of his perfect life.
Earth 42!Miles who pretended to be your Miles a lot longer than he anticipated all to see you. Constantly fixing his act whenever you pointed out something was different about him.
Earth 42!Miles who treated you like the angel you are because he never got to back in his home.
Earth 42!Miles who dies a little inside every time he sees you, just like how you died in his arms all those months ago.
Earth 42!Miles who generally feels fear for the first time when he starts to glitch because he’s in a different dimension.
Earth 42!Miles who goes through hell and back to find a way for him to stay and be with you and his family.
Earth 42!Miles who eventually has to decide whether to sacrifice himself or his happiness because of his predicament.
PAIRING: Spider-Man Noir x Reader Reader is a male. Bottom Noir. KINKTOBER CW: SMUT, physical descriptions of r (taller than o’hara), implied internal homophobia (noir), size kink, anal fingering
Noir was a simple man in an odd place.
According to his own perception of this alternative reality, at least.
Being a newly recruited member of the Spider Society was certainly not for a man who belongs to the twentieth century; mostly due to the existence of advanced technology no one from his time has invented quite yet. He was unaware—traditional, in his respective terms.
It wasn’t that he was judgmental of the future. He was just clueless to how everything currently functioned. Even now so when he learned that most accepted others so easily without so much of an intentional blink of a suspicious eye, he seemed to shift into a demeanor strangely experimental.
You were one of the only Spider-men he was ridiculously able to settle at ease with for an extended period of time, given that you didn’t ask too many questions and you didn’t feel the need to talk his hearing senses off.
And maybe, maybe it was also due to how... inhumanely large you were in stature.
The size difference between the two of you was stark. Hell, he thinks you stand a few inches taller than the Miguel O’hara. It was probably the reason why he appears to be drawn to you, dare he say attracted.
Right, he hasn’t thought about that part. Hasn’t come to the conclusion that he wasn’t a heterosexual man, as it was the only thing that wasn’t considered to be outrageous in his world.
But Heaven forbid, you were something otherworldly. Built like a beast that towers over him entirely, hands big and calloused while being simultaneously calculated and cautious when it came to tending to his wounds, and you didn’t treat him like he was a stray that’s originated from a nameless town.
He liked you in a way he didn’t know how to admit, and that made him fear the intruding feeling.
That realization only dawned on him as you backed him against a wall, his back hitting the bricks, his head now required to tilt up to meet your masked eyes through his goggles.
“What...” Noir begins, as if he wasn’t deliberately rubbing himself against you every chance he gets despite the danger lurking due to the presence of an anomaly you had the enough luck to capture and send back just moments ago. He swallows nervously, the separating barrier between arousal and regret blurring in the face of getting what he wants at last.
“You know what.” You scoff, leaning your forearm up against the brick wall in front of you in favor of bending slightly down to force yourself into his personal space like how he did with yours. You’re fairly certain his eyes are blown wide in excitement, but you needed to hear it from his mouth - that he wanted it.
“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll leave and forget about all of this.”
He liked that about you, how you’re so easily considerate unlike the way your personality outwardly appears to be. For a moment, he considers it, but his core suddenly aches for your touch.
His hand tentatively reaches up, curling around your nape to tug you closer to his masked face. “No, I... I want you.” His words drawl out as foreign sin and lust on his tongue, but neither of you care. “Don’t go. This is what I want. Please.”
“Yeah?” You follow-up, your hand manages to slip down the front of his pants and you waste no time with palming his growing bulge through his boxers, “Want me to take care of you?”
Noir shakily nods his head, a choked gasp escaping his lungs when you apply the right amount of pressure around his cockhead to have his mind begin to haze. “Yes.” He manages, his hands frantically clutching onto your forearms to stabilize himself.
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He thinks about how you haven’t grown downright exhausted with him yet. You keep on giving and giving to him until he can’t decide what to do with himself; his thoughts prominently melting into slick that pools at his slit and cascades down the length of his dick.
You’re knuckle-deep inside of him once more, the glove you’re using mildly dulling the pleasure but makes him brainless nonetheless. Your digit is thick and long enough for you to roughly prod at his sweet spot, with Noir eagerly asking for another one.
He’s acting as if he’s got something to prove to you. That he can take your cock, that he can make it fit inside of his tight hole. Noir gasps as you push in a second finger.
“That’s it. You’re doing good.” You praise lowly into his ear. Your frame against his is the only thing keeping him from sliding off the closed dumpster he was currently sat on - which should’ve turned him off, but he was hyper-focused on getting himself to come undone beneath the work of your hands.
He is doing good, Noir repeats inside of his head. A whimper slips his lips as he rocks his hips to provoke you into sinking in deeper. He relished in the stretch, a burn that molds itself into a peak.
Noir was yours - made for you as he had no protest despite the phantom whispers of overstimulation making themselves known.
People with oc x canon and yumeshipping.. i BEG of you to stop tagging your post in x reader 😭😭 i love your oc dont get me wrong, i think oc’s are amazing but i have the biggest pet peeve for misused tags bro
like when i pullup for a fanfic and get shown an oc i immediately pull a
like i participate in ocxcanon and yumeshipping but i get so excited and then realize the pov im reading isnt me 😭😭
Caring for young spider-person who is scared of Miguel
Words: 148
Request: I saw that you write for ATSV and was wondering if you can do Hobie Brown with a young spider person who is shy and quiet and really scared of Miguel
Hobie tries to bring you out of your shell just a bit during your time at the society.
He tends to bring you with him or to tag along with you on your missions, trying and wanting you to feel comfortable around him at least.
When he eventually notices how scared you are of Miguel (Which is surprisingly quickly) he keeps you away from him.
If you decide that you want to lessen or overcome your fear, he’s there for you throughout the process. Absolutely doesn’t mind if you decide to back out at any point.
He’s your new older brother fr. (Definetly not a good influence on you but hey, who cares, not him for sure)
Whenever he’s at the spider society he’s on the lookout for you, for your safety and so he has a reason to get out of whatever conversation he got pulled into.
WAIT OK SO WE HAVE FAE HOBIE BUT COULD I REQUEST FOR FAE AARON?
Fae Aaron is so much more tired, has much less empathy than he wishes he could afford humans. Despite everything he's patient, but when he first meets you he's trying to get you to flee the damn place (get off my lawn).
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Fae! Aaron?!! Oh you're brilliant! Hope you like it bestie ❤️
Pairing: Aaron Davis x fem! Reader/ The Prowler x fem! Reader
Word count: 1.8k
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, fae AU, Fae! Aaron, fluff!
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You’re out picking wildflowers by the edge of the forest, an act that you suddenly have a hankering for. Maybe it’s to help brighten up your new home when it’s probably older than your great grandparents. It’s all stone and wood, with a red terracotta roof, a cottage situated by its lonesome. Neighbors are scarce around your house, and you like it that way when the only companion you could ever want or need is your border collie, Nellie.
Nellie is just a puppy, barely seven months old and yet she’s overly protective of you. She doesn’t want you out of her sight, her mismatched eyes always following your every move. It’s sweet, albeit creepy at times, as if she has a human soul trapped inside her fluffy body.
Just like always, she follows you around as if you’re the one she’s walking, not the other way around.
“Nell, what do you think of this?” You pick a particularly bright yellow flower, crouched down on the grassy ground as you let her give it a sniff. “Do you approve?”
She huffs, tail wagging as she quietly barks. She approves of your choice it seems.
“Good, I think this one matches the new couch. Fuck, when will the rest of my shit get here, I’m going insane without TV and internet.” You talk to yourself as you admire the flower in between your fingers. Nellie listens to you, head tilted as if she’s trying to comprehend your words. “I’m talking to a flower and my dog, I’m definitely going insane.” Sighing, you huff, giving Nellie a good scratch behind her ear. “At least you’re a good listener, hm?”
Chuckling, your eyes catch sight of a purple flower sticking out in between large roots of a gigantic tree. “Huh, I’ve never noticed that tree here before.”
If you recall your scouting days, it’s an old oak tree that rises up into the heavens, leaves lush and green as it dances in the wind. You look up, watching the dappled sunlight spill in between the leaves.
Nellie barks at something, but she’s always barking at something ever since you moved here. It’s probably a squirrel or a bird passing by as you stand up, eyes honed in on the shiny purple flower.
Your knees creak in protest as you kneel back down in front of it. You smile, basket almost complete with all the colours of the rainbow, all except for a purple one.
Reaching for it, you start to pull, but it’s a stubborn one, roots deeply underneath the soil. For a small flower it’s strong. So you keep pulling and tugging, both hands now completely holding it. You should’ve brought scissors.
Nellie barks louder now, and as you look over your shoulder, you see her barking right at you.
“Nellie, what’s wrong?” You pull at the base of the stem, fingers digging into the soil as the border collie continues to bark. You’re about to give up, but the flower tugs right back at you. “Wha—!”
The soil rises up towards your hands, or you’re slowly pulled down below, engulfing your arms as you stare at it in horror. Nellie bites at your coat, trying to pull you away.
“Shit!” Before you know it, you fall into the soil and in-between the roots, falling into the darkness as Nellie’s barks grow muffled and quieter.
You hit the ground with a soft thud, heaving as you stare at a starry sky. You know for a fact that it was just the middle of the day. “What the fuck?”
“You’re intruding in my abode and you dare to curse in my presence?” A deep voice echoes behind you, like the sound of rolling rocks or perhaps a raging river.
You’re afraid to look as you continue to gaze up at the dream-like sky.
“Fantastic, you don’t talk.”
“I–I talk.” You gulp down your nerves, fingers stretching beside you as you stay in place.
“You’re afraid then.” The voice sounds clearer and nearer now. “How did you get here?”
“I picked a flower.” The velvet feel of the stem garners your attention as you find it in your hand. “Um, here.” Lifting up your hand, you bring it backwards where the voice is coming from, all the while never leaving or even looking up towards the source. “Sorry, Mister Fae.”
A moment passes, hearing his breathing stagger in his throat as your arm starts to get tired. “Mister Fae?”
“I grew up with stories of you— I mean your people— your kind. I’m overstepping, I’m sorry.”
He hums, a deep rumble in his chest that you could feel as he finally plucks the flower daintily from your hand.
You hear his heartbeat, you’re sure it’s a heartbeat at least when everything around you is silent, almost frozen in time. Biting your lip, your curiosity begs to be satiated. So with a deep breath, you turn around to take a little peek. No harm done, right?
His deep purple eyes meets with yours immediately, and you feel him, *really feel him, heart syncing with yours, every breath you take, he exhales, every rising gooseflesh, he feels, every thought he has, you hear.
“What the fuck?” The being says in his head. “You idiot. We’re bound now.”
“Fuck?” You stagger, falling backwards as you find yourself completely toppled over on the ground, staring up at the underside of a gigantic mushroom that you were on the whole time. “What do you mean we’re bound? And you can curse?”
“Get out.” He says, going around the mushroom, saying the words without moving his lips.
He’s handsome, hauntingly so. Chiseled jawline, eyes that stare right at you as if he could see right into your soul. And his lips, that despite the sneer, you could see a faint ghost of a smile curling in the corner. You’re flustered and slightly terrified.
His cloak is made of stars, and purple flowers, the same one you picked, drags behind him, covering his whole body, save for his arms as it phases through the cloak. It looks as if space and time weaved it around him, or made it with him in mind. Vines curl over his head, slithering above his bare head, a crown made just for him.
“You are not welcome here.” The being utters, lips barely moving as his jaw sets, hands curling into fists.
“Are you sure about that, Aaron?” You blink, he blinks, you both stare at each other dumbfoundedly. “Wait, your name is Aaron? Aren’t you like, a million years old?”
“A thousand.” He corrects. “What is wrong with you?”
“Can’t you, I don’t know, see? Just like I am?”
“Stop—!” He groans, cheeks aflame that you could feel on your own. “Stop looking inside my head!”
“I can’t help it!” Defending yourself, you’re utterly confused. “Wait, you can’t look into mine?”
He huffs, eyes closing as he pinches the bridge of his nose. People always said that sometimes you’re too much, and this proves it when the thousand year old fae is frustrated and annoyed by you. Even though you feel something deeply rooted inside him, something that is blooming, just like the gentle warmth crawling inside your chest.
“You okay?” Sitting up, you sit cross legged, looking up at him with concern. “Shit, did I accidentally bring some sort of modern illness to you? Like a time traveler going back to medieval times.”
“What are you on about?” Aaron opens his eyes, arms crossing over his chest as he raises a brow. “Please leave.”
“Aw, you said please, that’s nice, oh, and progress!” Lifting up your fist, you wait for him to bump it with his. “Come on, gimme some, ancient man!”
Aaron reaches for you, instead of bumping his fist with yours, he takes your fist whole, long fingers curling around your hand as he pulls you up in one swift movement.
You’re chest to chest with him, feeling the coldness of his skin, watching as the stars pass by within his eyes that briefly flicker into russet eyes, before turning purple once again.
“Hello.” You say softly and kindly as he winces, almost in pain. But you feel that it’s the opposite, your greeting, no, presence makes him feel some type of way that it feels far too much for him. “My name is…wait, I can’t do that or else I’ll be stuck here with you forever.”
“It’s too late for that when we are bound.”
“You keep saying that as if I know what it means.”
“I think you humans call it ‘soulmates.’” The powerful being turns his head away for a moment, flustered, before looking at you with tenderness that passes by as he shakes it away.
“Holy shit, that’s so cool!” It’s the last thing he thought you would answer. “You mean I don’t have to be on dating apps anymore? And I get to date a hot fae? Score!”
“Wait, what?” He stifles a chuckle. “There is something inherently wrong with you. You’re peculiar.”
“And yet we’re soulmates so there is something wrong with you too.” Giggling, you pat his solid chest with every word. “So, does this mean I’m stuck here forever? Because I have a dog—” you gasp, grinning brightly at him. “Can I bring her here with us?! Oh, it’ll be so fun!”
Anyone would be annoyed, and yet he isn’t, he keeps you in place, hands sliding down your hands over to your wrist. His thumb caresses your pulse as a smile slowly makes its way to his face whilst you ramble on about installing internet inside his abode.
“Oh, do you even have electricity here—”
“Be gone, human.” He fights everything in him to say those words.
“But we just met.” Pouting, you flutter your lashes at him. “I get it though, you’re busy. When can I see you again?”
“You want to see me again?” Shock is evident in his eyes that seems to reflect the universe.
“Duh.” You simply shrug with a shrug. “I’ll make you my famous lemon cookies. They’re gluten free!”
“I have no idea what that is, but…” Aaron deeply inhales you in, as if memorizing your soul with a sniff. “... I’ll call for you.”
“Yay! Like on the phone or—” He lets you go reluctantly as you fall backwards once again, the last thing you see is him smiling at you genuinely.
You land back in the same place, with Nellie licking at your face, whining worriedly. “I’m okay, girl.” Chuckling, you sit up and hug her as she curls around you, all the while you let out a yawn.
Turning towards the flower, you see it remain in place, blooming fully as the sun shines upon it.
Must’ve been a dream.
You go back home, leaving the purple flower be as you lug around your flower basket, with Nellie following closely behind you.
“I suddenly want some lemon cookies.” You open the front door with a creak, toeing off your boots as you place the basket down. “What do you think, girl?”
“I would like some.” Aaron stands in the middle of the living room, looking just the same as you let out an ear piercing screech.
Me reading old ATSV / ITSV fanfics and watching the edits I saved in my camera roll of my hot wookie poos, knowing that i wont get any new ones until the next movie comes out 💔
characters: miguel o’hara, miles morales (earth-1610), pavitr prabhakar, hobie brown, gwen stacy
warnings: none!
notes: thanks so much to @rulaineyu for letting me use this idea! check her blog out if you’re a genshin fan, her works are really well-written and entertaining! requests are open! thanks so much for all the love on my previous posts, it means so much to me!
To be honest, Miguel doesn’t even notice. You’d been as little fatigued, having been extremely overworked lately, and just decided not to. When you visited Miguel’s office, you almost wanted him to compliment you, though you knew that wasn’t what your Miguel was like. Something in his mind was telling him something was out of the ordinary, but he just ignored it. Finally, he realizes what’s actually different when he overhears you talking about it with Hobie, (he says he likes the inconsistency), and he feels so bad for not seeing it before.
The next time he sees you, he tells you that he thinks you look pretty. He doesn’t mention the make-up thing at all because he doesn’t want you to think he’s complimenting you just to please you. When your cheeks turn a little red, and you stutter when saying thank you, Miguel smiles to himself proudly.
It doesn’t take Hobie long to notice. Sometimes, he wears make-up to his concerts, so he knows the basics. It makes him happy to see your natural face for the first time. He thinks you’re beautiful, with or without make-up, and he tells you so. “Thank you,” You said. “I think you look handsome, too, with or without make-up.” He’s a bit more clingy, which surprises you, but he just likes to see you be a bit more vulnerable than usual. Hobie also enjoys talking with you about make-up, and what you like to use. He’s not new to it, but it’s always nice to get some tips so he can look perfect!
Miles can tell you’re a bit nervous about his reaction to something, but he doesn’t know what it is. He’s aware that you’re not wearing make-up, but he doesn’t think much of it. Miles is a bit naive when it comes to beauty standards and the makeup world, so he doesn’t really know how nerve-wracking it can be to not put on anything for the first time. As always, though, he tells you that he thinks you look lovely, which is always nice to hear. On a whim, he decides to ask you about it. “Are you okay? Is there something wrong? You look a little anxious.” You grin sheepishly and tell him you were just nervous about his reaction to you not wearing make-up for the first time because of the asshole boyfriend you had before him. Good luck! Miles will not be leaving you alone for the next week at minimum :)
Even though he doesn’t wear it, Pavitr loves makeup, so he definitely notices. As always, he gushes about how beautiful he thinks you are. He holds your face in his hands and studies the natural shade of your lips, your natural eyelashes… he thinks you’re a beauty. Like Hobie and Miles, I think he’d also be a bit more clingy and affectionate. The next time Pavitr comes back to headquarters, he raves about you to Miles and Hobie, who are both happy for him and a little uncomfortable. Oh well. They’ll just have to hear about it until he goes back home!
Gwen has done your makeup multiple times, for fun and for parties, so she knows. She’s already stopped wearing makeup around you occasionally, and you were extremely supportive, so she wants to be the same for you. However, Gwen is always a bit shy when it comes to vocalizing how she feels, so she’ll feel a bit anxious. She doesn’t want you to think you look ugly without makeup, but it’s a bit nerve-wracking for her to say what she wants so say. Eventually, she gains the courage to do so, and the way your eyes brighten when she does tell you how pretty she thinks you are is something priceless.
HIIIIIII!! so I saw you did a miles x trans ftm reader hc
and you did a miles & mtf sister hc… sooo I wonder ifyo u could do some romantic hc abt miles x mtf reader please ??
if you want hehe
love ur work<3!
have a great day or night :p
[ITSV] Miles 1610! x MTF! Reader
Contains: MTF! Reader, Transphobia, Pill intake, Cute partners
A/N: I hope this is good! I'm glad to write these things for people who are confident enough to ask for these :3
Summary: Miles morales falling in love and dating a MTF! reader
╰┈➤⸝⸝★ Spiderman ୭ ˚.
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Miles met you way before you even came out back when you were still figuring out how to put words to everything you felt
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Even then, he always noticed the softness in you you didn’t feel allowed to show, the way your eyes lingered on pretty things, the way you seemed uncomfortable in your own skin sometimes. He didn’t understand what you were going through back then, but he felt it felt the sadness, the tightness in your smile, the way you held yourself like you were trying to disappear
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ You didn’t have to say anything for Miles to gently nudge your shoulder and say, “Hey… I’m here, alright?”
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ When you finally came out to him voice shaking, hands fidgeting, expecting confusion or distance Miles didn’t hesitate he nodded immediately, like it made sense, like he had been waiting for you to trust him with it. “Okay, I'm proud of you” he said softly with a smile that reached his eyes,
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ That day, you swore you saw his cheeks go red because he was trying not to tear up. Not out of sadness, but because he was relieved you finally got to breathe around him
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ From that moment on, Miles became one of the quietly strongest pillars in your transition. He was never pushy never treated it like a project or something he had to manage
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Instead, he just made it easier for you, step by step. He’d sit beside you while you researched your name, softly saying each one aloud so you could hear how they sounded with warmth behind them
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ He’d offer to go shopping with you when you were ready to try new clothes, keeping his body between you and strangers so you felt safe. He’d walk with you to appointments so you didn't have to face the nervous silence alone aand when you started estrogen? He made sure it felt like care, not obligation
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Dating Miles means you get the most tender, thoughtful boyfriend ever. He’s not loud about it he’s the kind of guy who shows love in small, meaningful actions
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ He asks if you got home safe, holds the subway door for you, texts you every morning, and buys you your favorite snacks “just because I passed the bodega and thought of you.” He pays attention to your comfort more than anything
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ If you’re ever feeling dysphoric, he immediately softens his voice, tucks you into his hoodie, and pulls you close. His compliments become extra sincere “You’re beautiful, mami… like, for real. Don’t let anyone tell you different.” He doesn’t try to “fix” your feelings he just makes the world quieter until you can breathe again
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Miles is incredibly respectful and patient about everything involving your transition. He always asks, never assumes. If you want him to help with makeup, he watches tutorials with the type of concentration he usually saves for Spider-Man missions
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ If you’re out in public and someone misgenders you, he instantly steps beside you, hand warm on your lower back, and corrects them calmly but firmly and if someone tries to be rude? Miles doesn’t need to raise a fist just one sharp glare over the edge of his hoodie is enough to shut anyone up. Your safety is his priority, always
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Miles loves calling you “girl,” “mi amor,” “ma,” “princesa,” because the way you brighten up every time makes his chest go warm
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ He loves holding your hand like, loves it. In his world, holding your hand is basically a love language. Swinging you through the city is his favorite date ever; he swears he can feel your excitement through your grip on him
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ When he sets you down afterward, cheeks flushed from adrenaline, he always asks, “You good? Wanna go again?” because watching you laugh above the skyline is addicting to him
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🕷️🎧˚₊ ⊹ Miles is soft, but he’s also hopelessly down bad. He gets flustered so easily, especially when you praise him his ears go pink, he rubs the back of his neck, and he mutters something like, “Nah, stop… you can’t just say stuff like that.” He never objectifies you or crosses boundaries, but he does think you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen, and sometimes he looks at you like he still can’t believe you chose him
