#spiderverse x reader

[soapymarvelcomics]

Spiderverse Masterlist

Peter Parker

Confessing to Best Friend Reader

[sepiastatic]

why is the spiderverse fandom SO dead :(( i cant even like be sad cause even i havent been writing much for it but i promise i will soon

[soapymarvelcomics]

Welcome Besties!

My name is Sophia Lynn, but you may call me Sophie! ❤ I’m originally known for my Slasher and DBD fanfic writings on my main blog: @soapyghostie. This is my side blog for Marvel. Below you’ll find all the information necessary if you’re looking to request or read any of my works. Stay safe and take care of yourself!

requests open! (Check character list below)

Masterlists

🦸‍♀️ Avengers

🕷️ Spider-verse

🧬 X-men

⚠️ Street-Level Heros

Characters

🦸‍♀️ Steve Rogers

🦸‍♀️ Tony Stark

🦸‍♀️ Natasha Romanoff

🦸‍♀️ Clint Barton

🦸‍♀️ Thor

🦸‍♀️ Bruce Banner/Hulk

🦸‍♀️ Bucky Barnes

🦸‍♀️ Loki

🕷️ Peter Parker

🕷️ Miles Morales

🕷️ Hobie Brown

🕷️ Miguel O-Hara

🧬 Scott Summers

🧬 Logan Howlett

🧬 Jean Grey

🧬 Ororo Munroe

🧬 Kurt Wagner

🧬 Remy Lebeau

🧬 Anna Marie/Rogue

🧬 Erik Lehnsherr

🧬 Wade Wilson

⚠️ Matt Murdock

⚠️ Frank Castle

⚠️ Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

Rules

🦸‍♀️ Don’t request more than 3 characters. It can become a handful.

🦸‍♀️ I’ll delete any requests that I can’t understand, make me uncomfortable, or are too complicated to write about.

🦸‍♀️ Please be polite when asking for a request. Thank you!

🦸‍♀️ I don’t write: NSFW/smut, pedophilla, rape, or romantic age gap relationships

Have fun! ❤️

[acheruib]

Miles Morales x Reader

warning: some mentions of blood & minor injuries, hurt/comfort fluff

┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈

The neon green numbers on your alarm clock glow 2:03 am. You really should be asleep since you have a massive calculus exam tomorrow, but you're slumped over your desk, desperately trying to memorize formulas. Your headphones are blasted, a chill lo-fi beat playing to keep your brain alive.

Right in the middle of a song, a heavy, dull thud hits your window screen. it sounds like a wet sandbag slammed into the glass.

"What the heck was that?.." You mutter, pulling your headphones down around your neck as you get up to open the window and check what caused the sound. 

You're expecting a bird or some cruel prank, definitely not what you saw, which is a soaked figure in a torn up black-and-red suit collapsing onto your sill. 

Before you have time to process the fact that Spiderman is bleeding on your school dorm windowsill, he groans, pulls his mask up past his nose to breathe, and you instantly recognize your quiet classmate, Miles.

It seems he's too exhausted to climb up to his dorm room.

"Please don't call the cops... or my parents" He mutters quietly.

"Of course not" You immediately answer out of instinct.

You reach out and grab his shoulders, pulling him inside. He's deceptively heavy, his muscles dense, and you stumble back a bit under his weight.

"Jeez, what happened?" You ask, trying to steady him.

Miles just groans in reply, his head rolling back as he lets out a weak sigh.

You guide him over and put him right on your bed. The expensive, light-colored blanket your mom bought you for college is immediately soaked with murky rain water and a smear of dark blood, but you find yourself not really caring anymore. Right now, your classmate is hurt.

"Stay here," you say softly, pressing a gentle hand to his uninjured shoulder to keep him anchored.

Miles nods weakly, his eyes already fluttering shut as his head hits your pillow.

You rush into your tiny en-suite bathroom, tearing through your cabinets. You grab a pack of antiseptic wipes, a bottle of saline, and a handful of the biggest bandaids you can find.

When you come back into the bedroom, he looks completely ready to fall asleep right then and there. His eyes are closed and his breathing is shallow.

"Hey, stay awake for just a second," you murmur, kneeling on the mattress beside him. "I have to clean you up first."

You gently start wiping the blood and rain from his forehead. Miles winces, his brow furrowing as the antiseptic stings his skin. He opens his eyes just a crack, looking at you with a mixture of gratitude and intense embarrassment.

"M'sorry," he mumbles. "Ruining your carpet... your bed... I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, Miles. Just breathe," You whisper, wiping away a streak of grime from his cheek.

You move down to his shoulder where the black fabric of the suit is badly shredded, exposing a nasty, jagged scratch that's still oozing blood. You carefully clean the edges and press a large bandaid firmly over the wound.

Once the bleeding stops, he looks good to go. You try to nudge him to stay on the bed or at least move to the small futon couch across the room, but he stubbornly shakes his head. 

He slides off the mattress and slumps onto the floor, propping his back against the side of your bed. He didn't wanna walk over to your couch; he's just too dead to the world.

Within seconds, his chin drops to his chest, his breathing deepening into a heavy sleep. You stare at him for a moment, marveling at how the city's biggest hero looks so small sleeping on your cheap dorm rug. You pull your extra comforter off the desk chair and gently drape it over his shoulders.

You wake up the next morning to find your window open, a breeze blowing the curtains, and a tiny, hand-written sticky note on your desk that reads: 

"thank you IOU big time. pls don't tell anybody my identity -m"

You smile, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you peel the note off the paper. You walk over to the open frame and look out the window, shielding your eyes from the sun.

Far off in the distance, between the tall brick buildings of brooklyn, you can see a tiny black-and-red figure swinging effortlessly through the city skyline, catching the morning light like he always does.

The whole city watches him every day, but now you know exactly who's under the mask. And as you look down at the messy handwriting in your hand, you think that's oddly sweet.

[acheruib]

Miles Morales x Reader

Hi guys this is my first time posting on here, I didn’t describe reader so this is suitable for anyone!

୨୧⊹ ࣪ ˖ —————

You and Miles were in his dorm room to study, like you’ve been doing for the past couple of weeks. He was reading out some notecards, quizzing you on AP physics. “What's the formula for linear momentum?” He mumbled

You thought for a bit, the answer slipping your mind. Miles was zoned out, like he was either thinking about a lot of things or nothing at all. you finally remembered the answer to the question, but when you said it, he didn’t reply, he just blinked slowly and let out a massive yawn. Needing to read your notes, you turned around and reached for your tote bag. When you grabbed your notebook and turned to face Miles, his head was down on the desk, sleeping. His sketchbook was open below him, and you didn’t want the pages to get crumpled, so you slid it out from under his head, careful to not wake him up.

As you lifted the cover to close the sketchbook, your eyes caught the page behind the empty one it was left on. You froze. It was a drawing of you. The sketch was gorgeous, and every detail was drawn on perfectly, from your hair to the outfit you wore to class just yesterday.

A soft shift in weight beside you made you look up. Miles stirred, rubbing his eyes with a paint-stained thumb as he blinked up at you, completely bleary-eyed. He looked at you, then down at the open book in your hands, and the residual sleep instantly vanished from his face.

"Hey," Miles croaked, his voice cracking slightly from sleep as he scrambled to sit up straight. He yanked his hand back, knocking over a stray pencil that rolled across the desk. "Uh, sorry. I didn't mean to pass out on you like that.”

You didn't move, your thumbs still resting on the edges of the open sketchbook.

Miles followed your gaze down to the page. His eyes went wide, and he completely froze, his jaw dropping open a little bit. He made a desperate, clumsy grab for the book, his fingers slipping on the smooth paper.

"Wait, no, that's just, um," He stammered, pulling the book closer to his chest and shutting it tight. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked everywhere in the room except at you, his chest heaving like he just finished a sprint. "I was just messing around with some shading techniques. it's not— I mean, you just look really nice when you're focused, you know? Please don't think i'm a creep."

“It's really good,” you said as you looked up from the sketch to his flustered face.

He looked surprised at your reaction, the wince leaving his face. “Wait, really? You're not mad?” He asked, his voice dropping into a quieter, softer tone. He let out a long breath, his shoulders dropping as the panic left his body. “I was so stressed you'd think it was weird. I just, I don't know. Every time i try to practice drawing portraits, my mind just goes straight to you.”

He looked down at the cover of the sketchbook, his thumb tracing the edge of the cardboard before he looked back up at you through his eyelashes. A small, shy smile finally cracked on his face.

“I can show you the other ones I did of you if you want,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“There's more?” You ask.

Miles bit his inside lip, his eyes darting toward the floor for a second before he looked back up at you. He slowly opened the sketchbook again, his fingers carefully turning back a few pages.

"Yeah, kind of a lot," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

He turned the book toward you, revealing a page filled with smaller, messy graphite sketches. There was one of you laughing during lunch, another of you sleeping on the subway with your head against the window, and a detailed close-up of your hands holding a coffee cup. They were all drawn with so much care, capturing little moments you didn't even realize he was watching.

"I just start drawing, and my hands sort of do it on their own," Miles said softly, his voice full of nerves as he watched your face for a reaction. "Is it too much?"

୨୧⊹ ࣪ ˖ ————

[mslasagna1]

Please.. is there are any platonic content?..

im dying from hunger.

[thytainteds0rrow]

𝙇𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙮

𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘖'𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯! 𝘍𝘦𝘮! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⋆｡°𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾!)

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧. 𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 (𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯, 𝘥𝘶𝘩)

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘓𝘰𝘸𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭… 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 <3

“If I told you I was yours, you'd probably label me a "bore"

Maybe I'm just trying way too hard to keep you

You're an angel and I'm blessed. 

So I am trying to do my best want you to know how very nice it was to meet you”

You and Miguel have been broken up for months. Why? His temperament would not help, and dating your boss isn't ideal, but despite that, he did not want things to end between both of you, especially with how tragic his life has been and how you were basically an escape from those miserable thoughts that lingered through his head. 

Yet he could not find the words to tell them to you, and he tried his best to show them, but they often clashed with his quick temper when things did not go the way he wanted them to go.

However, he missed you. Not even a little, a lot. He missed waking up next to you every morning. He missed when you would randomly kiss him before leaving. He missed when you would massage his shoulders. He missed those small moans and gasps you let out when he was fucking you tenderly or when he fucked the shit out of you. He missed when you would remind him to eat and to rest before he got back into doing reports.

He just missed all of you.

Every time you passed HQ, despite avoiding any one-on-one interaction with him, he would stare at you longer than usual. Or if he was talking to someone and miraculously you passed by, he would no longer pay attention to the person he was talking to.

“So much time I spend to find something that I could call mine

Something real, out of all these phony people

And I know our past is tainted

It is a shame, now baby, ain't it?

But I'm willing, if you're willing, I'll be see through”

Yet he was not gonna give up.

He called. Again.

“Hey.. can you come back to HQ?”

“Why?” 

Of course, you were skeptical. To be fair, you two had been dating for two years before the breakup, so of course, you knew when he was lying or had underlying tones.

“It's something relating to a mission I have for you..” Work.

“Then why don't you give it to Peter B. He has been complaining about not having enough missions,” You continued, sounding more annoyed by his phone call.

“Because you're ideal for this,” He meant to say, "Because you're ideal for me,” but of course he was never gonna say that. 

Yet you still showed up.

You even had a new haircut, which looked cute, but it wasn't the time to fawn over you.

“Listen.. I will be honest with you. I did not call you for a mission. I called you because I...” Miguel immediately got cut off the moment he revealed his motives as you began to turn around to leave. He immediately ran, pushing his ego aside, and grabbed your hand softly.

“Please just listen..”

“To what? Miguel, we are done, holy shit, it's been 3 months! 3 months! You caused this, too! That's even worse!” You said, annoyed as you yanked your hand off him.

“Yeah, but you did not want to listen to anything I had to say to you, mujer. Of course I was gonna get upset!” Miguel snapped back, clearly annoyed by his temper showing.

“Great, now that's the Miguel I dumped! The one who can never admit he was in the wrong!” You continued, which only made Miguel more pissed, yet he could not snap. Not now, when he had you here.

“Can you take this chance on me?

(You won't regret it, c'mon and get it)

Love is like the lottery (Yeah, we had issues, can we dismiss those?)

Can you take this chance on me?

(You won't regret it, c'mon and get it)

You're the only one I see. Yeah, we had issues, Can we dismiss those?”

“I love you,” He quickly said.

Funny because he could not say that word in these two years, which was another reason for the breakup.

“Well, womp womp,” You said. That's when he snapped, which made him bang the wall next to you guys, making you flinch.

“What are you? 12?! I love you, ok? And yes, I know I should have said that sooner, and I should also control my temper, but please… come back to me.” Miguel continued.

“...you just hit the wall, and you want me to forgive you?! Eres un pendejo,” You said before turning around, and that's when you felt a web twirl you around, which made you stumble upon him before he kissed you with hunger. That was the last resort, and hell, as much as he missed kissing you, he did not want to do that only to get you to stay. Yet, you did not pull away. Not even a bit or a flinch. Just a small gasp before kissing him back with the same hunger, only making him pull you closer to him. Before both of you knew you were making out.

His hands were all over you as they tried to remember those curves, and god did it not drive him crazy. He needed to rip off that spider suit of yours, but last time he did, he got punched, and you forced him to make him a new one, of course, after he fucked you good.

You felt his hands on your ass as you left a moan out before smacking his chest, yet not pulling your lips from his mouth. He chuckled as he gave it a small smack. Unfortunately, before he began trying to get rid of your suit, Lyla appeared.

“Hey, um, boss, you got a new anomaly you need to get rid of ASAP,” Lyla said before leaving. You two were both panting and practically eye fucking each other, but nothing else came out.

“You got work..” You broke the silent to which he sighed heavily.

“Yet you did not listen..” Miguel grumbled.

“I think I heard enough. Take me to dinner, and I will consider it,” You said playfully as you put your arms around his neck, looking up at him. Goddamn, did you miss doing that.

(You won't regret it, c'mon and get it)

You're the only one I see

Yeah, we had issues, Can we dismiss those?”

“I promise Ill be a better boyfriend,” Miguel said.

“You better.”

a/n: man... I need to get better at writing

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[cosmosluckycharms]

im sorry this is so dumb

this takes place during that weird awkward space between across the spiderverse and beyond the spiderverse if anyone cares