i think it would break mike wheelers brain if you wrapped your legs around his waist right before he came. like... holding him there. so he couldn't pull out.
god forbid he not have a condom on, too.
he'd mumble that he's close and right before he could pull out like he always did when he wasn't wearing one, your legs enclose him and heels dig into his back so he couldn't. he asks what you're doing in a rushed, worried voice before realizing he is not lasting like this.
you want him to cum inside of you. you want to feel it—to feel him—while he let go.
how insane is that? that someone could want him that bad... he still can't quite wrap his head around it. he doesn't think he ever will.
his breathy moans finally catch up to him and he's spilling inside of you as he buries his face in your neck with a desperate need to be as close as possible. he even goes as far as weakly biting at your neck to quiet himself, all while grinding into you deeply in a weak attempt to fuck himself through it.
words fail him, though he has so much on his mind. they just come out as choked out groans and incoherent, muffled mumbles. how the hell did you know he'd like this that much?
he's never felt better than he does right now, unable to move or pull out even after his intense orgasm because you won't let him. you just card your fingers through his tussled hair and rest your head against his in a mutual moment of bliss.
so yeah, mike really likes when you do that, and he prays that this isn't just a one time thing.
part of him hopes you never let him pull out again.
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You're boyfriend is Spiderman, why not play into it and keep the mask on.
warnings: aged up characters, making out ect… eventual smut.
NOT PROOF READ
notes: i just finished watching brand new day and its my new personality for the rest of the week, however i am a mike girl through and through so i thought id combine the best of two worlds. this is a basic ah trope but im in a writers block (whats new?) its also like 12:15 am rn so my apologies if this is TRASH. i actually deleted sm of this but thats bc i wanted the show to be on the smut LMAO sorry which i lowkey finished at an awkward part but i dont care i got TOO HEATED IYKWIM.
The city of New York blurred into streaks of flashing lights beneath Mike as he swung effortlessly from one building to the next. Wind tore around him, tugging at the edges of his mask while everything around him rushed passed is a dizzying haze to anyone who didnt do this daily.
The city was deafening to the citizens who walked amougst it, a reluctant chorus of blaring car horns every two minutes, distant sirens and thousands of overlapping conversations that echoed along through streets. But to Mike, every sound existed on its own. His enhanced senses separating the chaos with impossible precision, the frantic yelling of someone on the phone from the impatient honk of a taxi to a glass bottle shattering in an alley.
It was overwhelming at first, until it wasnt. After spending so many years hiding under a mask, the noise had become his second nature. His gaze swept over the endless maze of rooftops, never settling on one for long before he launched another web into the night, the line of web snapping taunt as it carried him high above the glowing streets.
With one hand firmly gripping the webline, he reached down into the pocket stiched onto the side of his suit, his covered fingers grabbing at his phone.
He barely glanced at the screen before angling the camera back towards himself, the skyline expanding behind him in a wash of colours, he flashed an exaggerated smile behind his mask and snapped a photo mid swing, that exact photo lighting up your own phone screen.
Not even three seconds later, his phone was already buzzing against his hand. A grin tugging on his lips under the mask.
“Hey.” It was hard to hear him underneath the roar of wind that swallowed around him as another web shot from his suit with a sharp thwip, latching onto the side of another building.
“Micheal Wheeler.” Your voice rang through the speaker, immediately scolding him. “How many times have I told you dont swing and text!.”
That earned a laugh from Mike, the sound warm despite the cold air rushing past him as another web shot out. “I wasnt texting!.”
“You are atleast one hundred feet in the air!.”
“Technically…” He swung around another building, “Its closer to three hundred feet.”
“Mike.” Your tone was unimpressed behind the phone, Mike zoning out all the chaos beneath him to just listen to you.
“Ive been told, Im amazing, and well talented.” His voice mixed with everything around him, another sound of a web snapping taunt above him before releasing another one.
“More like irresponsible.”
“Ouch?.”
You sighed into your phone, though he could sense the smile creeping into your voice. “Ill be there very, very soon.” he smiled to himself as another web snapped behind him in the distance, cutting off to the sound of the call ending.
“Mike-“
A web shot out from his suit, catching onto the metal of the fire escape right outside your room. His momentum carrying him foward before he landed lightly against it with a mere thud.
He crouched for a moment, then stood up brushing an imaginary speck of dust from his suit before leaning down towards your bedroom window. “Ready to go?” He cut throught the silence of your room, resting his forearm casually against the window sill.
The phone was still pressed against your ear as you stared at him, his presence catching you completely off guard.
“How many times have I told you- Stop doing that!.” You slowly dropped your hand, the phone screen lighting up as it brushed past your leg, a slow smile spreading across your lips.
“Its not my fault you never hear me.”
You shook your head before you crossed the room over towards him. Your hands resting on the smooth wood of the window frame, leaning in.
“I think.” You murmured, “Spiderman talks too much.”
“Oh, Really?.” He smirked under his mask, you couldnt see it but you just knew he had that stupid grin plastered across his lips.
“Mhm, Really.” You almost whispered, before you reached up, your warm fingers slipping beneath the fabric of his mask. Mike stayed perfectly still as you peeled it up just enough to reveal the curve of his mouth before you placed a soft kiss against his. Brief but enough for Mikes breath the catch, enough to leave him smiling before you’d even begun to pull away.
“You done?.” He asked, trying and completely failing to sound composed.
“Maybe.”
“You sure?.”
“Ill let you know later.” You whispered, gently pulling the mask back down to its original place.
Your screams ripped and echoed through the city, where far far below yellow taxis tracked through the intersections, while the colours of the lights blurred into just streaks.
“Mike! No- Mike!.” Another startled scream tore from your throat, your arms instinctively locking around his neck with enough force to nearly choke him as gravity dragged the pair of you toward the street below.
“You’ve done this hundreds of times! You’re doing just fine.” He laughed so hard he almost missed his next swing, your bodies jerking down for a brief second before the sound of a web shooting out of his wrist snapped infront of you, catching your bodies.
“I cant look- I wont look.” Your voice screeched in harmony with the thwack of webs landing on buildings, the cold air vibrating the edges of your ears eachtime.
“You literally said you trusted me!.” Mike yelled back, his wrist flicking forward with practiced ease, a white line shooting out high above before attaching to the side of another building.
“Oh my god!.” Cold air whipped reluctantly past your face, stealing every breath.
Mike laughed, vibrating the place on his chest where you were practically glued to him.
“I swear!.” His voice raised over the rushing wind, “You react like this every single time!.”
“This isnt a normal thing!.”
“You say that every single time too!.”
“And im right! No person should be able to do this!.”
He shot another web out, swinging effortlessly around the corner, his body twisting with a fluid grace even with another body on his, that looked impossible. One arm held you securely agaisnt him, while the other hand shot another web before the previous one had snapped.
Then, thwip. The last web caught, Mike had let go just to fuck with you, one second too long of there being nothing, no support. Nothing but gravity pulling your bodies down.
Your stomach flipped, another shriek ripping from your throat between the two buildings.
“Micheal!.” You shouted, your voice cracking with panic and disbelief.
Mike burst into laughter again behind his mask, before angling the swing higher, carrying you so close to the roof of a building you couldve counted the amout of bricks placed on the outside, before a sudden dive stole every coherent thought from your brain, your hand shot upwards, searching for anything else to hold onto, your eyes squeezing shut.
Unfortunately, your palm landed squarely across the white lenses of his mask, covering completely everything.
Mike immediately jerked his head back, trying to hopefully swing your hand away. “I cant see!.” He shouted, his voice slightly muffled now.
“Why not!” Your eyes didnt open an inch, your stomach lurching.
“Your hand! I literally cannot see!.”
Flustered beyond beneath, you quickly snatched your hand away, almost losing balance as another web snapped in the distance.
“Im sorry!.”
Mike barked out another laugh, despite the brief panic, shaking his head as another web shot from his wrist.
“Just keep away, from the mask maybe!.”
“I panicked!.” You yelled over another distant thwip.
“I noticed!.”
The webline released with another sharp snap somewhere high above, Mikes body twisting effortlessly through the air, moving with a kind of confidence that happened with years of repetition. One arm remained securely around your waist while the other stretched out, a web catching somewhere above a massive stone tower of the Brooklyn Bridge, the line pulling taunt as you both flew upwards, the bridge rushing towards you before Mike let the momentum carry once more into the night.
The rays of the first early morning sunlight filtered through the gaps of the blinds. Dust floating undisturbed lazily through the beams of light, except for the faint breeze drifting through the cracked window in Mikes bedroom.
Three large monitors glowed against the far wall of his room, illuminating the space with a soft blue light, holographic projections flickered between them, stems of codes, diagnostics, web formulas and many intricate blueprints of various gadgets. Half finished prototypes littered the desk below.
A quiet mechanical hum filled the room, stirring below the blankets, blinking slowly as sleep reluctantly left your eyes. Your hair a complete mess, still tangled from the night before. You strectched under the warmth of the duvet, instinctively reaching for the other side of the bed.
Your brows frowned as it was empty, ofcourse it was. Your gaze wondered from one corner of the room to the other, until they landed on Mike.
He stood with his back to you, completely engrossed in the wall of monitors before him. His dark curls even messier than usual, flattened in odd places from sleeping. He wore nothing more than a white t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants, looking far too comfortable for someone already burried in work.
Strapped securely to his forearm was a metal web shooter. His wrist flexing against it experimentally.
“Pressures still a little off.” Mike muttered more to himself, still flexing his wrist repeatedly. “If i increase the pressue value it’ll shoot faster… but it’ll burn through the web fluid twice as fast.”
A calm, synthetic voice answered almost immediately.
“Current calculations estimate a twenty- eight percent decrease in efficiency.” Evie replied from the inbuilt speakers on the computer.
Mike nodded along, thoughtfully. “Yeah.” He mumbled, rubbing absentmindedly at his chin.
Another quiet whirl came from the mechanisms around his wrist as he adjusted a tiny dial.
“Mike.” You let out a tired groan, still half asleep.
The sound of your voice pulled Mike away from the screens almost immediately, the chair next to him spinning slightly from where he’d accidentally bumped into it.
“Come back to bed.” You mumbled, hitting the heavy fabric of the duvet cover.
His expression softened almost instantly. “Ill be there in a second.”
Your gaze drifted as you dropped your hand down in defeat, towards the glowing computers before they landed back on him.
He lifted his arm slightly as your eyes dropped to the metal device strapped around his wrist. “New web shooter, Need to do some tests.”
You simply looked at him, “I redesigned the pressure chamber, the old one was simply using far too much web fluid, much more than it needed to be using anyway.”
“And if i get the compression just right, I might be able to increase the range by another —.”
“Mike.”
He blinked.
“I have no clue what youre talking about.”
“Right.”
You held your arms out towards him from beneath the blanket. “Can't you do that later, Just come back to bed.”
A sheepish smile spread across his face. “I—I will.”
He glanced over his shoulders back towards the monitors. “As soon as I figure this out.”
Before you could protest, he’d turned fully back around. “Hows it looking Evie?.”
“Web pressure stabilising. Prototype operating within acceptable parameters.” That made Mike give a satisfied nod.
“Mike.” You almsot whined, voice carrying enough impatience to make him look over again. He raised an eyebrow and without breaking eye contact, he flexed his wrist a final time.
Thwip.
A web line shot straight through the open window disappearing outside before attaching onto a building with a snap.
Mike watched the line tighten. “Nice.” He smiled to himself, his eyes glued on the small metal contraption on his wrist.
“Hello?.”
He looked back at you quickly. “Yes?.”
“Bed.” You groaned once again, hitting the covers hard as you adjusted against the pillows.
Mike barked a laughter at your constant need for him to come back to bed. “Yes, Im coming woman. Calm down.”
Still smiling to himself, he reached across with his free hand and unclipped the web shooter from his forearm. The small device clicking loose before he carefully placed it on the desk beside the others, already making a mental note of what he wanted to improve next.
Your eyes followed him as he rounded the foot of the bed, sunlight catching the edges of his curls as he approached. The mattress dipping under his weight as he sat on the edge of the bed, letting out a quiet content sigh.
“There.” He looked at you with a small grin.
His hand found your side naturally, hooking around you gently as he practically lifted you out of bed with the most ease, bringing you closer to him without a second thought.
“You have all my attention.” He said quietly, a tired smile still lingering on his face.
A satisfying glint shined in your eyes, a smile tugging on your lips as he put you down right next to him, your arm instinctively wrapping around his neck.
“As I should.”
Mike chuckled softly, his eyes stuck on yours as he leaned into you, his breath warm against your face. Your eyes half lidded staring up at him, your lips as pouty as ever, that look that made Mike swallow thickly.
He moved in slowly, almost agonising as you watched the space between the two of you disappear so slowly, but that all changed when the soft flesh of his lips kissed the corner of your mouth, his head tilting infront of yours as he moved to kiss the other corner of your mouth. Slow and passionate.
You laughed softly at the sensation, your arms instinctively reaching up to grasp around his biceps. “What are you doing.” You smiled, your gaze lingering on his face before it disappeared in the crook of your shoulder.
“Giving you all my attention.” His voice mumbled against the softness of your shoulder, before he turned his head, placing more soft giving kisses along your collar bone.
All the monitors behind yous blurred into the background, the blue light a mere backdrop. Your hands traced the delicate curve of his shoulders, fingers etching into them as Mikes mouth sucked along your chest, slowly leaving wet trails up your neck.
Your head lolled back slightly, giving him more access to the warm flesh that ached for more, ached for purple bruises to show up later that day.
Mike grinned against your skin, his teeth scraping ever so slightly as he did so, reluctantly pulling back. “Youre enjoying this far too much for someone who was just whining to get back into bed.”
“Shutup.” You groaned at the lingering sensation that was bound to disappear in the next few seconds. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss before your sucked on his bottom lip, leaving it plush after you pulled back.
Mike only grinned at that, his body moving forward, chasing you, chasing your lips. “Shut me up then.” He murmured, the desire thick in his throat as he finally closed the distance between the two of you, his lips slamming against yours, a kiss that only filled your stomach higher.
You gasped into his mouth as it got eager against yours, the wetness of his tongue already fighting its way into the warmth of your mouth. It doesnt take long before his tongue slips past your lips as you breathed out another gasp, taking the opportunity of fully taking control. Your hands graze up his body before finding his hair, holding him in place.
You feel his lips collide against yours rougher than the last, nipping at the bottom part of your lip before shoving his tongue back down your throat, evoking a small moan that was quickly licked up by his tongue.
And before you could even realise your back met with the bounce of the mattress below you, your head sinking into the plush of pillows, Mikes body instinctively followed your path, hovering over you. His fingers tread down the oversized shirt you wore, eventually disappearing beneath the fabric, his touch cold making goosebumps run up your spine.
His thumbs pressed into your hips tight but not enough to hurt you, just enough to keep you grounded beneath him. His kisses trail down from your mouth back to the soft flesh of your neck, nibbling enough to leave a mark.
"Mike." You hum, your jaw loosening as your lips part, soft sounds escaping your mouth filling the quiet room.
"Shh." He grinned against your skin, ducking his head back up staring down at your dilated eyes that stared back at him. Within a second he was standing up, his arm flexing as he reached across his back, pulling his shirt over his head.
"Wait." You murmured, your palms flat against the mattress as you pushed yourself up, your eyes not daring to break away from his frame. "Put the mask on."
That caught him off guard, his eyes blinking, hands freezing where they were, fingers still gripping the hem of his shirt. "You're kidding right." He asked, brows knitting together in confusion.
You simply shook your head, drawing one knee close to your chest, your foot moved idly back and fourth against the wrinkled sheets. An innocent expression watching him as if this was almost a test, tilting your head inwards your shoulder, pressing your lips into a small pout.
A small grin gradually spread across the curve of his lips, sharp and unmistakably amused. Without hesitation, he crossed the room towards his desk, reaching for the folded mask resting beside the monitors, unfolding it as he made his way back to the end of the bed. Your eyes quietly following every movement with a burning desire, eyes low and thick.
"Sometimes I can't tell if you're into me," He teased lightly, pulling the mask over his head and adjusting it into place. "Or Spiderman."
A smile tugged on the corner of your lips. "Can't it be both?" You asked with faux innocence.
A quiet laugh escaped Mike beneath the mask as he shook his head. "You're greedy." He shot back, his voice laced with playful amusement as he hooked his fingers back under the hem of his shirt, disgarding the thin shirt on the ground.
You squealed as Mike basically attacked you, with his hands now since his mouth was now useless under the mask. Mikes rough palms slapped the skin of your thighs with pressure before his fingers kneaded into the flesh, pulling your legs up in a quick motion, throwing one over his shoulder, ankle locking around his neck.
The ache between your thighs became more unbareable after that, he trailed his masked face up the free leg in his grip, his breathing heavy enough you could feel the warmth of it ghost from your ankle up to the very inner of your thigh.
"Mhm." You whined, pressing your lips together, your fingers curling into the bed sheets.
His hand slipped under your shirt, finding the waistband of your panties, rubbing at your clit gently, slowly, sending waves of pleasure through you.
Your leg tensed up on his shoulder, your foot flexing in the air as a moan leaves your lips quickly. A thick groan emerged from his mouth, eventually hooking his finger tips around the fabric of your panties, pulling them down until their new place was his bedroom floor.
Without warning, he sunk a finger inside you, coating the length of it in your wetness as he pulled it out slowly before doing it again, filling you with the warmth of his fingers. A faint moan came fourth, lost in the room as your mouth laid slightly open.
As he pulled back out, he pushed another finger in alongside, his fingers now moving with such vigour. "You're so wet." Mike breathed out beneath the mask, "Do you normally get this wet when i put the mask on?" He teased, your back just arched off the bed with that.
"Mhm." You squeezed your eyes shut, a soft whimper morphing with whatever you attempted to get out.
Mike groaned at the sight before him, your legs laid out over his already sweating shoulders, your slick folds on display right infront of him, his cock growing harder, gone completely trapped under his sweatpants.
"Fuck." He whispered, his voice low and thick with need of his own. "I want to destroy you."
Your head hit the pillow hard, your mouth hanging low as your breathing picked up, your eyes barely visible as they disappeared behind your lids. "Then do it." You broke out, a gasping mess.
Mikes fingers slid out of your wet folds, leaving you empty inside. "Mikeee-." Whines poured out your mouth, your thighs automatically clenching together, already missing him between your legs.
"One secon-." He replied, standing up from the bed as he slowly undid the jaw string on his pants, pulling them down until they piled around his ankles revealing the throbbing erection that you had so desperately craved, already leaking with precum.
Keeping the mask on, it hid a grin as he wasted no time coming straight back to you, his hands hooking around your waist as he flipped and slammed you straight into his lap, his back hitting the backframe of the bed with force.
Mike palmed the edge of your ass, lifting you up ever so slightly as he positioned himself between your trembling legs, pushing himself inside in one smooth motion, causing you to gasp, your back arching with the raise of his hips.
"Fuck." Mike groaned, his hands gripping your ass tighter as he continued to rock your body up and down his wet, hard cock. Your head fell back, your eyes rolling deep into your lids as you let out a guttural moan, your own hands trailing up your thighs until they hooked around the hem of your shirt, ripping it off in one movement.
"Fuck me, like you mean it." You gasped, your own hand grasping harshly around the flesh of your breast, squeezing it with pleasure.
Mike complied, absolutely engrossed in the way your breasts bounced each time he thrusted into you, the thick sound of his balls slapping against you with force each time he did so. His eyes rolling back behind the mask each time you clenched around his length.
One of his hands ripped away from your ass, immediately pulling back the bottom half of his mask, revealing the curve of his lips that hung open before he smashed his lips onto yours, instantly licking up any moans that rolled off your tongue.
Grunts of his own filled your mouth, his hand returning to the same spot on your ass as he slapped the hot flesh of skin, eliciting a moan of pleasure from your throat, his hands groped at your ass, lifting you higher until you were basically leaned over his shoulder.
"I'm gon'a fuck you, til you cant come any more." Mike grunted, his bottom lip visible as he bit it. His own hips bucking up as he continued to thrust deep into you, his balls slapping against her with every thrust, each getting deeper as they went on.
Your body rocked against his, your hands poorly holding onto the back frame behind him, your grip slipping every time he thrusted deep into you. Your moans only fuelled him, causing him to go harder than the last just to hear those sounds leave your mouth. It was a filthy sight for anyone. His hands hooked around your ass cheeks again, spreading them apart for better access as he slammed into you .
"Oh-." You relaxed your jaw, releasing every little dirty noise that could fall out, right in Mikes ear, your own body trembling against his.
"You like that, hm?." Mike cooed almost, swallowed by the automatically sounds of him losing control of his breathing, clearly getting close. He picked up his pace, slamming into you with extreme force and reckless abandon, you were almost convinced he was going to bruise your cervix with how hard he was fucking you right now.
Your head fell against his shoulder before it jerked right back, falling behind as you panted heavily, "i'm going to cum, right there." You were cut off by the sound of your own moans once again, "Fuck! Mike right there keep going... keep going." You whimpered, almost impatiently as you steadied yourself back, your arms going behind you grounding your body on Mikes legs.
Mikes hands instinctively locked around your waist, his own hips bucking as he moved your body up and down his long shaft, your knees extending ever so slightly as you bounced on him, your tits going in the same rhythm.
"Faster." Mike could barely manage, his own movements getting lazy as he felt his stomach tensing, on the edge of release. His head thrown back against the bed frame, his lips slightly parted, his adams apple bobbing with every swallow.
You lifted yourself off him, slamming back down onto him with a roughness that sent a jolt of pleasure through both of your bodies, your hands gripping onto his shoulders as you slammed yourself down again, your knuckles turning white.
Mikes hips pounded against you, each thrust closer to release. Your moans turning into desperate cries. "I'm going to cum." Mike groaned, his thrusts turning into something violent, faster and harder than before, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips, marking your skin with his urgent need.
You gasped as he slammed up into you harder, deeper, your sweet noises barely audible over the defeaning sounds of you bodies slapping together, quickly reaching to rip the mask of his face, revealing the thick desire plastered on his face, his eyes low lidded, almost struggling to stay open.
Your body tensed around him, your muscles locking as the orgasm wash over you, a moan ripping from your throat that Mikes neighbours definitely heard, your body convulsing with the force of you climax. "MIKE-."
Mike continued to thrust into you, his own release not far with each spasm of your body. "Fuck" He spat, "I'm- so close." He breathed out rushed, throwing his head back as his eyes squeezed shut, his own legs shaking violently under you.
You gasped out in a mix of pain and pleasure as you felt him release inside of you, his thrusts still urgent even as he reached his climax, before reluctantly slowing down, riding out the orgasm, thick liquid coating the inside of your walls. He held you against him for a moment, both of you catching your breath after that.
Mike eventually pulled all the way out, your body slightly shuddering at the emptiness that now lingered inside of you.
slight got lazy and didnt finish the scene ik yall on here have good imaginations so imagine away…
as always dont be a silent reader, im a peoples pleaser meaning i need validation and need your opinions TYYY
Do yall think tr!pangi tried not to fall in love with tr!lukey like denied that he liked him at all and when he realized he couldn't control or help that he was falling for him he went all in on flirting asking him on dates etc because he never got to with mocha and didn't want to miss the chance incase something happened to him too
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just watched superman and have so much to talk about omg. so incredibly refreshing to see a mainstream comic movie be unapologetically pro-palestine and pro-immigrant, especially after all the shit Marvel has pulled. i’ve been a DC comics girl for years while hating 90% of the movies, and this was just so rewarding. To see superman be displayed unabashedly as an immigrant, with them portraying the fear-mongering used against immigrants with his character and how people quickly turn against minorities. the display of Lex Luthor, a white billionaire, as having an irrationally violent hatred of immigrants in the form of superman. In particular, the scene where he shouts “you destroy us” to Superman is so reminiscent of the way hate groups/politicians speak about immigrants and act like they’re the downfall of society. throughout the movie, it's made so clear to us that superman is just as human as any of us; he gets hurt, he needs help, he forms connections, and he tells luthor this directly. his character humanises immigrants in a world that wants to claim they’re “alien”.
the pro-palestinian message wasn’t subtle in this. the movie was in-your-face political, in a very important way. it displayed the president of boravia, very clearly symbolising Israel, as disgusting and genocidal. the movie never once tried to display him or his army as sympathetic.
