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i rewatched recently with my friends and we all started kicking and screaming when he came on
TEXTURE CITY CRUNCHY FOREVER
concept art hobie i think abt u everyday
(original concept design linked below)
firm believer in pink suit miles
spider nico (spider bot…. sometime i call him circuit too) ((he’s like what if spiderman sucked ass))
YOO
This is Tanis's spider man au. He was bitten by a radioactive spider, but the reason he is called spider mix is because he is an alchemist (which plays into making web fluid which is a total fluke) but his parents left him to his uncle when they fought and died to a monster, similar to the lizard. His uncle also died due to an Uncle Ben situation. So now he fights crime and is still searching for the monster.
Sorry I’ve been gone for quite an amount of time. I had some fmaily business that came up but it’s dealt with now so I’ll try to update the avatar series. Btw I’m thinking of having a cross over between avatar and spider verse since they’re both really good. Idk how it’ll go but I’ll think about it.
From the votes, I’ll be making a awow x atsv series soon. I’m thinking of making it long so someone who know how how to make the insert link into the name of the work pls help cause I’m stupid with these.
I'm just like him fr
Trying to do something different
PAVITR!!!1! Quality is better on the rest btw
miguel o’hara nsfw alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) not much of a cuddler, especially at first. more logical in the way he handles aftercare. “You want water?” “I got you a towel.” “Here’s a blanket so you don’t have to sleep on those sheets.” “Don’t stay up too late.” that kind go thing. once you’re asleep tho, he’ll definitely just stand there in the doorway watching you like a creep before leaving/sleeping somewhere else. once you’re closer, he’ll climb into bed with you only after cleaning you off and leaving a glass of water and aspirin by your bedside. If you put your head on his chest he might stiffen for a few minutes, but he certainly won’t pull away.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) miguel is going through alot so he hates most of his body tbh. he still thinks he isn’t strong enough to protect everyone, even after buffing up. if he had to choose, he’d probably say his shoulders and back—he feels like they’re strong, and he relies on those muscles a lot for climbing, etc. as for his s/o? he’s DEFINITELY a thigh guy. nuff said about that.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) so much cum…it’s just so backed up that it’s alot and it gets everywhere. not super sticky, more wet? and it kind of comes out continuously for a little bit/over and over until he’s done if that makes sense.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) he wants his ass played with, and definitely puts a few fingers in there sometimes whenever he gets the time to jerk off. he’s mean when he’s finger fucking himself, fast and rough, almost like he’s punishing himself. he likes the pain.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) not very experienced at all. this man has ptsd and is still grief stricken—any experience he may have had in the past he’s completely forgotten. he knows the mechanics of how everything is supposed to work, but his movements are instinctual, if that makes sense? he watches your movements closely, analyzes to see what feels good, and then just goes from there.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) i can’t stress this enough—he needs to see your face. he wants to make sure what y’all are doing is okay. loves a good missionary moment. pretty much any variation of missionary is his favorite. mating press if he’s feeling fancy.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) definitely more serious, especially the first time y’all have sex. he’s worried about fucking up, about hurting you. as time goes on and the two of you get more comfortable, he’s okay with a little teasing, but there’s still this undercurrent of seriousness underneath it all.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) he’s completely smooth lmao. like waxed to the gods. he’s gotta be for the holographic nanobot suit, otherwise it would be weird. he’s very well groomed, but again, for practical/work purposes, not because he cares about what he looks like.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) again, he’s romantic in a practical way. he’ll make sure there’s a pillow under your knees, he’ll switch positions to make sure you’re not getting tired, he’ll massage your jaw if its cramping up, etc. he doesn’t want you to be in any pain while being with him—he feels like he’s caused enough.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) the most depraved shit you’ve ever seen, because it happens so rarely. miguel only allows himself to jerk off when he’s at his absolute limit, and when he does it’s just a super fast, spit as lube, grunting into his pillow, face down ass up situation. after he cums into his hand (or on the sheets) he goes through his usual night routine feeling super ashamed.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) most of them have to do with surrendering control—being tied up, being blindfolded, pegging, and on the more extreme side—CBT. otherwise he likes biting/leaving marks on both parties, nipple play, “this cock/pussy is mine” type dirty talk, etc.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) he is into the opposite of public sex lmao. he wants to be locked away in a bedroom somewhere late at night, farrr away from prying eyes. he likes the bed the best, but he’ll fuck on the floor or against a wall or on a dining room table if you want him to.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) intellectual banter. match him line for line, and throw his shit back at him. but not in a comic relief way—genuinely listen to what he’s saying and offer a counter argument. provide your own input and call him out on his shit. also—anticipating his needs. if he seems drained from work and you suggest pushing back your night on the town till next week, he’ll be sure to thank you in bed later.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) more advanced pain play. also you can try to call him daddy but he’ll probably just make fun of you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) he doesn’t like receiving that much. the thought of you gagging and choking on his dick is is kind of unpleasant? like he doesn’t want you being “hurt” lmao. if you’re really enthusiastic about it and reassure him the whole way through then he’ll entertain you, but it’ll have to be foreplay/he likely won’t finish like that. however, he fucking loves giving, and mostly loves when you lead it. his skills are best showcased when you ride his face like a fucking rodeo with no regard for him and he just has to lie back and take it. like you could break his nose and he would just think about how sexy it was for weeks, that’s how hard he wants it
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) depends on his mood honestly. heavily dependent on how foreplay went—if things were hot and heavy/rough in the make out side then sex will likely be the same
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) not a fan. he’d rather build anticipation over hours, days even, and then spend a whole night unraveling each other. plus he needs time to get in the mood, and a quickie feels like too much pressure.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) he’s willing to be more dominant if you want, but he would need reassurance you enjoyed it after. he likes for you two to experiment on his body first/for you to be dominant first before trying stuff on you.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) as many as you want. once the dam is broken there’s no stopping it. several rounds for sure. he lasts almost too long, it’s like you have to remind him to cum.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or thems) he doesn’t use them on himself but he completely gets why you use them while masturbating. he’s interested in ropes, blindfolds, and strap ons, but that’s about it. he’s not silly enough to be “jealous” of a toy, he just doesn’t get why you need it when he can fuck you himself for as long as you want. if you want to use a vibrator or dildo he’ll just lie there eye level with it and watch you fuck it in and out of yourself lmao—panting hard, no blinking.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) fucking LOVES teasing—giving and receiving. the more he’s into you/gets to know you, the less he’ll be able to tease because he just wants to give you what you want. you can tease him relentlessly—both physically and verbally. he loves that shit, even if he pretends to hate it. he loves when you use him like a fuck toy and he has to ask you whether or not he can cum yet.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) not loud at first…in fact, he’s gritting his teeth so hard his jaw might lock from how hard he’s trying to keep the sounds in. if you tell him he has to moan for you tho…the man LOSES it. lots of GROANING and panting, especially groaning through his teeth. if he whimpers for you, he’s truly been fucked dumb
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) he’s kind of obsessed with the idea of you grinding yourself on any part of his body/using him to cum. chest grinding and then squirting/cumming all over his chest for the win.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) oh good god it’s ginormous. long, thick, tapered at the end, and cut. a heavy looking cock. drips with so much pre. a few small veins around the base, and a pretty pink head. definitely rests up against his navel when he’s hard. leans ever so slightly to the left.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) not very high, to be honest. he’s so busy that he doesn’t think of sex much. he gets the urge maybe once at the end of every work week? so y’all could fuck 4 times a month, but it’s more like a freakend where you go multiple rounds over 24 hours until you’re both fucking exhausted—and then no more sex for a week.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) have you seen his eye bags? he takes forever to fall asleep afterwards. he’s overthinking everything—if he fucked you too roughly (or not rough enough), the fact that you were limping a little on the way out of the bathroom/back to the bed—combined with all the responsibilities he forgot about crashing back into his mind after sex is done. he makes sure you’re asleep first before ruminating for a few hours until his stress finally knocks him out.
as a latino, yeah same
The scene where Miles got grounded ?? AND YELLED AT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE
As a black person I felt that deep deep in my soul
Atsv characters reaction to you calling them baby girl
A/n: Just silly little headcannons because this prompt has been living in my head rent free, also I’m adding Atsv to my writing list so feel to request headcannons. Pairing: Pavtri, Gwen, Hobie, and Miguel and Gn reader (Separately, Platonic or Romantic, just random bullshit I don’t know, headcannons )
Gwen: You’d just returned from an incredibly draining mission, your body ached with each tense step you took
But as soon as you saw Gwen leaned over one counter tops in dining hall you couldn’t help but feel a childish joy bubble up from in your chest
Wrapping your arms around her waist as you embraced her with a smile you whispered
“How’s my baby girl doing today?”
And she fucking freezes, your what?
You had never called her anything like that before, she can’t help but feel a smile of confusion creep it’s way onto her face
“What, what did you just call me?”
She asks with a smile
She’s not mad at all, just confused as to what brought this on, but after you repeat it she shakes her head with a breathy laugh as she turns to hug you
She doesn’t really mind the nickname, I mean it’s not like she’s in love with it, but she finds your strange nature oddly endearing
Whenever you use it In front of others though, lord have mercy, she’ll do that thing where she freezes up and her eyes go wide as she tries to cover up what you were saying to her
Hobie and Pav tease the shit out of her
One time just to test the waters you used the name In front of Miguel, when I tell you she froze, I mean like a deer in headlights as she turned to you with the biggest glare she could offer
Miguel only scowls at the two of you as he rubbed his temple with a frustrated sigh
“Y/n, Gwen, at least try to keep this professional.”
She wouldn’t talk to you for two weeks after that
But once her anger had subsided she found herself getting used it too it
Pavtri:
You were in the kitchen, bent cookie recipe with furrowed brows as your eyes scanned the paragraph of instructions your eyes fell upon one particular ingredient
Sugar
How could you have forgotten to buy some? With a groan you shifted your body to face Pavtri who had been laid out on the couch watching you work for the past hour of so, he looked over to you confused as to way you seemed so distressed
“Hey, Baby girl?”
You called out to him in only the sweetest tone, he couldn’t fight the smile that managed it’s way onto his now brightly grinning face
“Yes? My prissy pissy poo poo bear?”
At his ridiculous nickname, you couldn’t help but to burst out with a loud fit of laughter, as you clutched your stomach you turned back to Pav
“What, did you just call me?”
“What did you call me?”
He shot back with a lopsided smile
From then on anytime you used the nickname he only racked his brain for something ten times as ridiculous as what you had called him
You’ve compiled a list of all the weird shit he’s said
Anytime he does this you let out a soft snort and a quiet fit of giggles following this, and this only encourages Pav to keep going, he’s addicted to the sound of your laughter
But honestly he loves the nickname, the idea of him being yours and yours only, makes his heart flutter
Hobie:
The idea had come to you a long time ago, you had to admit, that you found the idea of calling Hobie baby girl, was at least a little funny to you if not incredibly tempting
With a shit eating grin crawling up onto your face, you’d found Hobie in his room, tweaking his electric guitar as he sat on his bed
His head shot up at he noticed your frimillar figure slinking through his door, he offered you a lazy smirk as he placed his guitar to his right as he opened his arms for you
“How ya been doin’ love?”
He drew out, you felt your smile only widened as you returned his embrace
“Not too well without my baby girl.”
You teased as you placed yourself onto his lap, kissing his cheek with a hum
“Damn Right.”
Just accepts it, baby, he’s whatever you want him to be
Malewife, babygirl, you name it he’s yours
He just loves you call him yours, and if you want he’ll call you the same
Miguel:
It was a dare, it was a dare, fucking Peter B Parker would be the death of you
Miguel was right there, this was all you had to do before you could leave, this was it, it was only for a moment and then you were gone
Miguel sat alone in his office, his head propped up in one arm as his eyes tiredly drifted through the monitor screens, with signature pout plastered to his face
With a deep breath, you turned and shot Peter one last glare as he smiled to you offering you a encouraging thumbs up as you stepped into
Miguel’s office, Miguel slowly turned his office chair as he looked to you with a bored look on his face
“Do you want something, Y/n.”
He spat, he didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh but as he saw you wince slightly at his tone he couldn’t help but sigh, as he ran his hand through his messy hair
“What is it?”
He asked slightly softer than before, you drew in a deep breath as you approached him cupping his face with one hand as you kissed his other cheek
“Nothing much, just wanted to see my baby girl.”
You muttered against his skin
Miguel tensed up as soon as those words left your lips
“What the fuck did you just call me.”
At first you froze, you didn’t know if he was going to blow up, but much to your surprise
Miguel pushed you away as he quickly turned away letting out a string of irritated groans and growls as he held his face in his hands
He was so fucking glad you couldn’t see what an effect your words had on him, his face had glown bright red
There was no way, he actually fucking liked that, this only caused him to growl louder which had you flinching
“Get out!”
He barked which had you scampering out of his office as fast as possible, he needed to cool of now, but he was definitely going to make it up to you later
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Requests are open teehee
Mango's the sweetest smell
A/n: Sorry I've been gone forever I've been really busy this past couple of months!
Summary: Miguel's tired of you putting yourself in danger to see him
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara and Gn Reader (romantic, pre-relationship, Miguel being unable to properly express his feelings, a little bittersweet)
“You know you don’t have to put yourself in danger just to see me, right?”
The masked man grunted, slipping through your kitchen window almost with a shadow-like presence.
You jump slightly glancing to see the familiar brooding figure, but that's all he was, familiar.
The corners of your lips curved into an innocent smile as you placed the tattered cardboard box in your arms onto the cluttered kitchen counter, as you turned back to the large man,
crossing your arms as you leaned back against the counter. But it was just that, you were anything but innocent.
That's what Miguel hated.
“What's this now?”
you hummed, cautiously scanning the man in front of you, a softness in your eyes, that filled him with an anxiousness he couldn’t explain.
Miguel only huffed at your feigned innocence, propping himself up against one of your well polished marble counters,
his eyes drifting across the various items, ranging from empty boxes of food, to pens, dishes, and bills, all mindlessly scattered along the counter tops, it all felt very, you,
and the strong wiskful scent of mango and blossoms seemed to be rooted in the halls of your weary home, drawing him back to you time and again.
You crouched down, swiftly, opening the cabinet under the sink, only to result in an avalanche of discarded and forgotten items spilling out onto your wooden floor,
with a sigh you begin to collect the objects once again, scooping them into your arms and placing them back into the cabinet.
A forgotten warmth nipped your cheeks as you noticed the hero on his knees beside you,
shoving the items back into the disarranged box of nonsense you swore you would organize one day.
“You should really clean your house.” he breathed out
You divert your attention from the rubble in front of you back to the vigilante squatted down, cleaning your mess,
you shot him an appreciative grin, and Miguel could swear he felt his heart stutter, he muttered soft curses under his breath as he averted his attention to the opened window, the breeze whistling through the crack.
“Well how else will I see you in your busy schedule if not during ‘work hours’?”
You joked, as you roamed through the crammed cabinet space. Miguel let out a breathy groan as he turned his head back to you.
You could practically feel his scowl behind the mask, burning holes into the side of your head.
“You shouldn’t want to see me, it's dangerous.”
he shifted, his tone mellowed out at your fallen expression, his gaze fell back upon the crowded cityscape through the smudged glass of your window.
“Maybe I like danger.”
the words floated from your lips effortlessly, a lazy sigh drew from his lips as his shoulders fell.
Yet he still couldn’t bring himself to met your gaze, he felt rejection wrapping its cold hands around his throat as he choked out his words
“I wish you didn’t.”
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a jealous man
miguel o’hara x fem! reader
tags: talks of pregnancy, reader gets catcalled, lots of cum LMFAO, some spanish terms, very dirty
miguel o’hara is very possessive about what’s his. so when you’re out on a date and some rando decides to comment on how your ass looks in that little dress, miguel doesn’t take it lightly. after dealing with the no longer-apart-of-this-earth random, miguel the both of you into the car and not a work is spoken that whole car ride home. you knew miguel was a jealous man but god. the grip he had on your wrist as you entered your shared apartment was lethal. you could tell that as soon as he shut the door to your bedroom that it wasn’t gonna be pretty.
no words are exchanged as he begins to unbutton his dress pants and rip his shirt off. you try to smooth him a bit, placing a hand against his cheek.
“miguel, i’m okay. i’m all yours. forever.”
your words are nothing but background noise as he quite harshly sits you onto his thigh. he unzips your dress and pulls it over your head, making quick work to undo your bra aswell. the way he takes one of your breasts in his mouth so hastily makes you gasp. you quickly wrap your arms around his neck, keeping yourself steady on his muscular thigh. without even trying, you’re subconsciously grinding your pussy against him. slowly getting faster and faster. miguel takes notice to this and puts it to end quickly despite your whines.
“cariño, i wanna make you feel good tonight. make you understand who you belong to.” he whispers against your neck. a strong hold on your waist as he stands up and flips your back onto the bed. for a moment, he just stands there. his beautiful girl, all spread open right infront of him. your plush skin hot due to the intensity of the moment. when he snaps back to reality he quickly gets rid of the thong that had been keeping him from your entrance. miguel’s cock is leaking in his own boxers, which he takes off and slowly strokes himself.
“are you ready, my love?”.
you nod in response. he lines himself up with your pussy and enters you inch by inch. a slur of swears leaves his mouth as you suck him in greedily. once miguel bottoms out he does it all again. increasing the pace what seems like each second. skin on skin, he leans down and whispers into your ear.
“all mine. you belong with me. nobody else can make you feel this good.”
his words cause you to clench around his cock, earning a loud groan from him. your moans increase in volume each time he hits the most sensitive part of your walls. you can’t help but make deep scratches down his back, crying out how good he makes you feel. he nuzzles his face into your neck to get as close as possible to you. he hears your heartbeat, feels the blood warming up your body. he’s obsessed with you. the closeness seems to send you over the edge. you cum all over miguel’s length, whining when his excruciating pace doesn’t falter.
it takes no time for the overstimulation to take complete control of all your senses. tears begin to well up in the corner of your eyes. “miguel ‘ts too much please”, you beg for him to have some mercy and slow down. he doesn’t. he needs you to know exactly who you belong to. you squirm around as your body tries to comprehend whether the sensation is pain or pleasure. your cries begin to increase in volume as miguel gets rougher, nearing his own finish.
“tell me you want me to fill you up with my cum, tell me amor”. he commands you to beg for him. you’re too cockdrunk to even understand what he’s saying, so he repeats himself. grabbing your face this time.
“tell me what you want hermosa”. his eye contact is deep, you know he wants you to plead. you give him exactly what he wants.
“please miguel. fill m’ up with your cum please. i need you. i need to be filled with you” your face reddens with a hint of embarrassment, but you mean every word you said. you’d be lying if you didn’t think about how you looked with your tummy filled with one of his kids. what a cute family you two would create together.
he listens to your pleads and cums deep instead you. panting as if he’s just run a marathon. miguel’s hair is sticking to his face and sweat makes his features shine. he looks stunning. it’s safe to say he thinks the same about you. he admires your face contorting in pleasure and wish you two could stay like this forever. but you can’t. he carefully pulls out and the bed dips as he lay down next to you. a comfortable silences fills the room as you both come down from the moment. miguel however, has one thing to get off his chest.
“how would you like to be a mama?”
just some sexc miggy thoughts
miguel definitely goes watching you ride him. like his baby on top bouncing up and down on his cock? ya. especially when he fills you up a little too much and you start struggling to take him all. he thinks it’s so cute the way you work for it while still trying to make him feel good. inevitably you’ll become tired so miguel will take control, sitting up a little so he can engulf his body in yours and fuck into you mercilessly.
whimpering nonsense and tugging at his hair as if it that would stop him, but he’s far too focused on making you cum. if you bite down on his neck or shoulder while you’re like that, he might cum on the spot. of course he love your pretty whines, but the fact you’ll bite down onto him to shut yourself up gets him going. everything about you drives him insane.
hobie blurb bc we all know those fingers are good at more than just playing guitar
hobie brown loves the fact that his fingers can make music in two ways. he can play his guitar and strum intricate cords that took him years to learn. and he can play your music. touching you in just the right way to get those pretty moans out your mouth and carefully using his fingers to hit all of those good spots inside of you.
unlike music, hobie doesn’t wanna share these noises with the world. these are only patterns that he’ll understand, only he can make you feel this good. of course he’d show you off. but only he gets to know the symphonies you chant in the bedroom. a crying moaning mess because his long fingers are filling you up so good while you beg him to slow down. he eggs you on, doing things that he knows will make you louder. hobie would get down on his knees and eat you out, of course for his and your pleasure, but also to hear those songs spilling from your mouth. it’s a beautifully romantic melody.