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nsee-dious · 6 months

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Realized I actually liked drawing Miguel and Miles fighting (yeah I don’t know why)

#spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse fanart #atsv #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #mary jane parker #miles morales #artists on tumblr #fanart

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k-kroomie · 9 months

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When Miles gets mad, he speaks Spanish. And I'm talking bout that, "Rio is mad about to beat somebody ass" type of Spanish. That's how any spider-person knows they've pissed him off.

And it scares a good amount of them too because he's acting like somebody Mama snapping his fingers when they aren't paying attention to what he is saying, pacing back and fourth, shaking his head, mumbling stuff ect.

But you know Miles, he is switching back and forth from Spanish and English. Which makes them like 10times more scary. Because to them it's like "I understand you man and I'm sorry," then it's "I lost you- what did you say!? What am I supposed to do!? Oh my gosh!!" And he ends ever angry rant with either, "Don't do that shit again" or "do you understand me" (like I said - like somebody's mama)

And Hobie? Hobie is the biggest instigator, so if he so happens to hear, walk by, be in the room whatever- he will back up Miles all the way. Because he thinks Miles looks cute when he gets mad. Yea, he's scarying the crap out of whoever he's screaming at, but to Hobie, it's cute. The way his face is scrunched up and the way he's probably cussing the person out. Hobie doesn't understand him but he backs him up all the way even if Miles is wrong.

Bonus:

Miguel agrees with everything Miles is saying when he's mad because he found out that Miles got a B in Spanish, so he is shocked when Miles comes into his office one day going on a full rant (in Spanish) about some of the spider-people who where being openingly racist. Miguel is so shocked that he doesn't say anything, making Miles walk out of the room to sit them straight himself.

And ever since then, Miguel just agrees every time he hears Miles say, "Right, Tio!?" And he records and sends it to Rio.(I believe that Miguel, MJ and Rio have become Mom Friends you can't change my mind-)

#miles molares #headcanon #miles morales headcanons #miles my beloved #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #spider man: into the spider verse #punkflower #hobie x miles #hobie brown #miguel o'hara #astv miles #atsv miguel #Miguel is flabbergasted #rio morales #mary jane parker #miles speaks good spanish #miles is pissed

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houdabelgharbi · 9 months

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(they can have a boyfriend, as a treat)

Long time no post!

#spiderverse fanart #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #mary jane watson #mary jane parker #spiderdads #across the spiderverse #suggestive

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scarletcitrus · 10 months

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was told to post my interpretation of these three. i think they should all get married and run away into the sunset holding hands and that they should all sleep in a little row in their comically large bed with color-coded eye masks and night caps and go “honk mimimimi” in sync

#miguel's outfit inspired by the concept art because i love it #his cat attire...<3 #miguel o'hara #peter b. parker #mary jane parker #what is their ship name #spiderdads #spiderverse #spider-verse #across the spiderverse #across the spider-verse #fanart #my art #atsv

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soranatus · 5 months

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MJ & Gwen - 1960’s. By Luis Valero-Suarez

#luis valero suarez #marvel comics #spiderman #Spider-Man #mary jane watson #Mary Jane Parker #MJ Watson #MJ #gwen stacy #au #redesign

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yvainart · 10 months

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Crying at the art of Miguel and gabi 😭 someone should write a fixit-fic where he gets gabi and his wife back

agree, i would read this fic asap but let me tell you something: what if gabriella would live and then she gets to meet mayday. i like to think about peter who knew gabriella cause he sticks to miguel and being annoying and stuff. so he definitely talks about mayday and how he thinks gabriella and miguel would love her and he was right. so since then they’re like a family, they eat dinner together and go shopping and other family stuff and– idk i just love them alright..

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2dswirl · 2 months

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#spider-man #peter parker #mary jane parker #mary jane watson #mayday parker #commission #marvel

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nee-biter · 8 months

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A night with Miguel, Peter B, & MJ

what it would be like to spend a night with your husband, Miguel, and his hot married colleagues.

warnings: foursome, pnv sex, throat-fucking, degradation, wife-swapping 👁👁, it's just dirty

minors dni please

I feel like MJ would initiate it—

—or at least, influence you so that you'd think fucking with her and her husband would be such a great idea. She'd probably lean close to you, during a double date night, with you and Miguel and her and Peter B. And she'd start asking, "Do you and Miguel have other plans tonight?"

"Consider it, darling," She whispered, her finger grazing your thigh, while Miguel and Peter B fought over who would pay for dinner.

Miguel would pick up on your hints. Telling him that you wanted to visit MJ and Peter B's hotel room. A blush on your face—evident only when you have a favor to ask him. Timid eye contact between you and MJ. "What is it, mi amor?"

Miguel realized that the answer was perplexing. You, in your tight black dress, locking lips with his best friend's wife on the hotel bed.

Said best friend stared in awe, already half-hard at his wife sticking her tongue into you and squeezing your thighs with her freckled hands.

You liked that they were watching. You wished that Miguel would appreciate this display.

Oh boy, he did.

"Your turn," You said, out of breath, pointing between Miguel and Peter B.

The two of them scoffed, in denial of the tension and attraction between them. "If you don't do it, no pussy for either of you," MJ teased. Miguel was about to retort, but Peter B took that opportunity to crash his lips into the tough man's. Miguel grunted, instinctively grinding his hips into Peter B's waist.

'So that's what he tasted like.' Miguel thought.

You and MJ giggled, watching your two men rub their hard-ons against each other. When Miguel broke the kiss, he glared through the three of you. You were in for a long night.

No matter the rules the four of you tried to enforce—Don't kiss the man who's not your husband but you can ride his cock—No incriminating pet names—Keep the noise down—Wear a fucking condom—you still found yourself breaking them bit by bit.

Peter B's lips found yours as he was pounding into his wife's pussy. One of his hands firmly squeezed MJ's tits while he snaked a hand under your jaw to have you look at the way he fucked her.

Miguel, jealous and livid right behind you, pulled your hair back. His cock rammed into you, not giving you the time to adjust to his size. Two of his fingers spread your mouth open, letting you babble incoherently as he repeatedly bruised that spot in your walls that made you squeeze tightly on his cock.

"You whore, see if you like another cock better than this"

As you cried over and over again, MJ would whisper sweet nothings into your ear . "You're so beautiful being used like that, sweetheart." She pushed away the hair falling on your face. Peter B wrapped his hands on her ankles before turning her to you, her back on the bed—her pussy, glazed over with Peter B's precum, in front of you. "Want to please mommy too?"

While you were struggling to suck MJ's clit as Miguel harshly pounded into your pussy, Peter B got off the bed and positioned himself over his wife. "Dear, open up for me, please" She opened her mouth and he slid his cock inside as she lied down. You watched as his cock would disappear inside her mouth, plunging itself in her throat.

You whimpered at the sight, a sudden craving. Miguel once again caught on to your hints.

"You want that too, mi amor?" Miguel asked, his mouth curled upward into a smirk. He pulled out of you, knowing where you want his throbbing cock next.

I'll upload a part two -- here -- soon because this needs more exploration 😮‍💨

#spiderparents #mary jane parker #peter b parker #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #headcanon #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #atsv miguel #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker smut #mary jane watson #mj parker #spiderdads

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spider999sposts · 10 months

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Hombre hambriento — Miguel O' Hara

🕸 synopsis: miguel feels like a shitty boyfriend, so, when he finally comes home late at night, he decides to make it up for you...in his own way.

🕸warnings: not too smutty, but very explicit. mentions of: fangs, grinding, etc. reader is awake and aware, but very sleepy (could fall under the somnophilia tag, but there is verbal consent of course!)

🕸 tags: miguel o'hara × fem!reader

🕸 note: feedbacks and comments are greatly appreciated! constructive criticism is welcomed. requests for more spiderverse characters are open!

Miguel was exhausted.

Copious amount of paperwork burnt him out, anomalies all over the multiverse tested his body's endurance, the Miles Morales situation drove him to the brink of insanity. He was not your average man, that's true, but those broad shoulders sometimes can't handel all this weight.

On top of all that, he was a shitty boyfriend.

In his perspective, at least. He wasn't around as much, and when he'd come home early, he'd fall face first into the bed, wanting nothing but the sweet relief of getting his eyes shut for a few hours, before waking up again and going off to finish whatever remaining work there was.

You complained, which was well within your right. You told him you missed him, missed having him around, laughing with him, touching him. You mostly complained in the form of jokes, teasing him that he was so busy he forgot you existed sometimes, but he knew that deep down it upset you, even if you were not showing it.

And today he decided he has had enough. He'd handled an anomaly, and asked Jess to write the report for him, then retreated to his office and told LYLA to put his status as 'out of office' for a couple of weeks. He hadn't been home for a week now, and he wanted nothing more but to go home to you.

Of course, he knew you'd be pissed at him, he went no contact for a week, honestly he won't be surprised if he was back home and he found out that you left. Though, he's unsure what he would do if that was true.

He opened a portal to Nueva York and swung back to your shared apartment, landing on your balcony. He opened the sliding door and entered into your living room, accidently tripping over something and hitting the floor. He groaned, and then stood up, surprised , that he heard no reaction to the heavy thud that sounded across the apartment.

An anxious feeling settled into his stomach, did you get fed up? Did you leave? Did you find someone else? God, that last one made his chest hurt.

He called out your name, but there was no answer. Not alot of things scared this man, but the thought of losing you, after he'd lost everything before, made him crumble. He scrambled to the kitchen, looking for a note, anything. But there was nothing.

The entire apartment looked tidy, like no one has been using for days. Miguel is the tidier one out of both of you, so the state the apartment was in felt hollow. He walked out of the kitchen, now directly heading to the bedroom. He opened the door, and the sight before him sent waves of relief into his body.

You were laying on his side of the bed, wearing one of his button up shirts, fast asleep. Miguel let out a long exhale, as he walked over to your sleeping stature. He stripped off his spider suit, staying in only his boxers, and then he sat next to you, his heavy weight weighing down the mattress. You shifted slightly, moving around under the sheets. Miguel smiled, he always loved watching you sleep, he loved how messy your hair got, he loved how you murmur and softly exhale, he loved how you sometimes had your mouth open when you slept, but most of all,he loved how peaceful you looked. And how nothing in the world could take moments like this from him.

He leaned over you, and pressed a tender kiss to your head. God, your scent. He missed it. He missed having you in his big arms, holding you and lulling you to sleep. He missed wrapping his arms around your body and drawing you closer to him in the middle of the night. He missed touching you, he missed having been touched by you.

God, he felt like he can't move. Your scent drove him crazy, the way you breathed softly and the way he could see your bare body through his shirt made him feel rabid. He felt the tent in his pants buldge, and it wasn't getting any smaller.

Miguel moved, now laying on the side of the bed across from you. He propped himself near you, and layed one of his hands on your abdomen. He pulled you into his hot body, then leaned closer to you. He peppered your neck with gentle kisses, and playful bites, his fangs protruded from his mouth, but he made sure not to bite you too hard to wake you, or too hard to hurt you.

You shifted in place, then a low mumble came out of you. "Miguel..?"

Ah, so he'd awaken you a bit. That's good.

"Sì, mi amour.." He hummed into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. "Where have you been?" You asked, opening your eyes a bit. You could see him. His irsis heavy with lust, dark circles around those crimson eyes, he looked starved and not just for food. "Lo siento, preciosa," [I'm sorry, precious] He knew you loved it when he spoke spanish to you, but right now he wasn't doing it on purpose. "..El trabajo ha sido agotador.." [Work has been tiring] He grumbled against your skin, sending vibrations down your neck. He continued to bite and suck on your skin, now grinding up against your thigh. God, he was dying for any type of contact.

"It's okay.." You replied, letting out soft moans, putting your hands on his face. Miguel let out a loud groan as soon as he felt your soft palms on his face. His body was on fire and your touch was the only that could cool him down. He took your hand off his face, and led it to his chest. "I've missed you." He stated, holding your hand in his for a moment. You hummed, you were still queit asleep, but you knew full well what those words meant.

"I've missed you too, honey, but I'm tired. Can this wait till the morning?"

"No puedo, amor." [I can't, love]

You let out a giggle, then snuggled near his chest. "Mm, fine, do as you wish.." You say, as sleep finds its way back to your eyes. Miguel was waiting for these words, because as soon as you said them, he got on top of you. "Are you sure you don't want to stay awake for this?" He whispered, unbuttoning the shirt you wore. "I'm sure you'll find a way to keep me up."

Miguel just chuckled, and then silently began to bite your shoulder. Feeling his fangs sink deep into your skin, you let out a loud moan and shifted underneath his massive weight. "You've been gone for so long.."

"I know."

"This won't make anything up for me.."

"I know."

"I needed you just as much, y'know.."

"I know, love."

Your hand finds his hair. Oh, how you've missed this. Feeling his body on yours, his soft curls in your hands. You tugged lightly, and Miguel let out a growl. He was rubbing his groin against your underwear, god, you could feel how large he was without even looking.

"I'm a shitty ass boyfriend.."He mumbled, squeezing one of your breasts, opening his mouth to suck on your sensitive nipples. "I took a break, I'm all yours.." His eyes met your half opened ones. He held your gaze as he continued to trace your body with his kisses and bites, until he reached the hem of your underwear.

Miguel grazed the delicate skin with his sharp teeth, and then with one swift move, he ripped the flimsy fabric off your body. You pouted, burying your face in the pillows. "I liked that one."

"Too bad, mi amour." He chuckled, taking off his own boxers. "I'll buy you another, don't pout."

A moment of silence filled the room.

And then you felt it.

It was just his tip, but it was enough to make you squirm. Miguel was a girthy man, and you could never get used to how big he got when he was this desperate. He pushed his length in with ease, and you kept squirming underneath him, moaning out his name in a series of breathy mumbles. "Mierda..." [Fuck] He cussed, burying his face into your neck.

He stayed still to let you adjust, and as soon as you stayed still, he began to move. His pace was slow, rhythmic. He was frustrated, tired, exhausted, but the way he made love to you was that of a man who just really, really, really missed his lover.

"Ah, Miguel.."

"Te amo. Te amo mucho."

He picked up the pace, kissing your lips like they were going to save him from perishing. The more sounds you made and the more you tugged on his hair, the closer he felt. As Miguel's mind clouded, and his body reached the anticipated release he-oh-so craved, he could only repeat one thing.

"Te amo, te amo...mi preciosa...mi dulce chica...te amo."

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Birds chirping was what woke you up the next morning.

You sighed loudly, your body felt incredibly warm, but the shirt you wore to sleep last night was not around you. In fact, it was discarded on the ground next to a familiar blue and red suit.

"Goodmorning, beautiful.." His deep, morning voice startled you. You vaugly remember Miguel coming in last night, making you feel so good, then both of you falling asleep, but you didn't expect he'd be there the next morning. It was a nice change. You turned to face him. He was propped up on the pillow next to you, his head in his hand, his hair a disheveled mess and a sleepy smile on his handsome, yet tired face.

"Goodmorning, honey..." You replied, smiling up at him. "I'm mad at you."

"Oh, mi vida, come on."

"Showing up in the middle of the night and fucking me isn't a way to apologise, hombre estúpido. ¿Crees que te perdonaré tan fácilmente?" [Stupid man, do you think I'll forgive you that easily?]

Miguel laughed, and your gaze softened. It was nice hearing his laugh again, you couldn't stay mad at this man.

"You've been practicing." He commented, scooting closer to you. You hummed, "Just to degrade you when you came back."

"Mm, it's hot, to be honest with you."

You huffed, and it made him laugh again. He enjoyed teasing you, that masochist. "Whatever, Miguel." You tried to turn away from him, but he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you swiftly, laying you on top of him. "I'll make it up to you, I'm all yours for the next two weeks."

"Hm, just two?"

"Now now, don't be greedy."

"You're my boyfriend, it's well within my rights to be greedy."

"Hm, maybe you could convince me to stay longer then.."

A mischievous look appeared in his eyes, and he grinned. "Oh yeah, and how am I suppose to do that?" You asked, leaning in towards his lips, brushing yours against his.

He caught your lips in his, and then moved you underneath him. You saw him get under the sheets, his eyes darkening, and before you felt his mouth against your skin, he talked once more.

"We could pick up from where we left yesterday, don't you think?

note: i've noticed that many spanish speaking people on tumblr suggested writers use spanishdict for translations, as google translate can sound robotic or just blatantly be wrong, so that's what I used while proofreading.

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