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iron cat icons. LIKE OR CREDIT @IRONICONS ON TUMBLR IF YOU SAVE/USE hi! it's been a hot minute since i've touched this account. wanted to make some iron cat icons because she's so <33

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hihihihihi hope you're having a good one!!! just wanted to pop in and say i am in LOVE with your writing!!! ESPECIALLY your miguel/reader/spot hcs! as someone who's polyam and nonbinary it is a struggle to find stuff that actually include me but thank you!!! ALSO it's such a bug brain shipping move to have them together!!! like holy shit!!! ₍₍ ( ๑॔˃̶◡˂̶๑॓)◞♡⁰

oh my goodness!!!! first off i'm so so sorry i got to this ask so late :( u don't know how happy it makes me to hear that my fics make u feel included n' that you enjoy reading them. your support means a lot, so thank YOU!

and i'm ngl my brain's breadth has increased enormously within the time i've written the miggy/rdr/spot hcs. so i definitely have to write more tee hee /lh /j

#mei says a thing #sweetness

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#OUUUUEUHGUEGHWI #thank you for making him so tall. your work is magnificent op

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we all need a little dom! johnathan sometimes, right? nsfw under the cut

johnathan is so caught up with the heat he feels hazy. he cant turn away from you, ever. you're like a drug to him, his air.

john toys around with your sex, eliciting pornographic moans from you.

"so wet, and all for me."

you moan his name as he roughly quickens his pace. one hand on your ass the other fucking into you was ecstasy.

john sucking and biting your neck while you jump on his long, calloused fingers that work miracles.

orgasm over orgasm as he holds tightly onto your hips while he ruts into your tight hole.

"holy s ─ fuck!"

hes caressing your hair, "you did so well f' me honey."

christ im a horny monster someone spay me

i should be working on a serie than writing blurbs but here i am 😭

reblogs appreciated ─ requests are open (my ask box is collecting dust please)

#AWKJDHAKWFHJKHFKJWWNEJKFWEF #YES WE DO. DOM JOHNNY IS A NECESSITY #its short but idc it got my toes curling n shit. 11/10

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Hello! Could you write anything about Johnathan or The Spot being a new parent? Either him during the readers pregnancy, the first baby days, or both! Thank you so much!

Pregnant Reader x the Spot / Spot Being a Dad Hcs

400+ words.

Note: i used gender neutral terms for the baby!

He would call himself ‘dada’ or ‘papa’ I just know it.

Even before the child was born, he would use those nicknames on himself, because he was so proud of getting you pregnant. (Is there any better way to say that LMAO)

Sometimes, he would accidentally refer to himself as papa when talking to just you, and it would embarrass him. But it was cute that he was so happy to be a father.

When you were pregnant, he would put his face up to your belly and whisper silly things into it, like he was having a full conversation with the baby. He hoped that this would make the baby remember his voice after they were born and that he could soothe the baby to sleep with just his voice. Somehow, it worked!

Once the baby was born, they weren’t as scared of Spot as you and him had thought they'd be — likely due to those midnight conversations to your belly. Spot was overjoyed when the baby didn’t cry or fuss in his presence, and started ‘crying’ because, in his own joyful words, “I’m so happy!”

You and Spot quickly adjusted to having the baby, but the feeling of pure bliss never went away when you saw each other caring for your own creation.

At an early age, your kid became very interested in space and other sciences. Spot was ecstatic, and he would frequently tell them stories about the world behind your Earth (but leaving out all of the multiverse details — they were still too young for that stuff yet.)

You wished that your kid and Mayday could have playdates, but the fathers weren’t exactly fond of each other. (Think angry fathers having a staredown at a kindergarten playground at school while picking up their kids.)

Imagine you catch Spot and your kid singing and dancing to the radio after coming home from work or something :’]

Your child went to pick flowers in the garden with you to give to Spot when he gets home. When he got home, your kid handed the flowers to him and he started ‘crying’. They get confused as to why, and he has to explain that he was so happy he started crying because you were both thinking of him when he was gone. My boy needs some love and affection.

Spot is very touchy and lovey-dovey with you in front of your kid, and one time when he was leaving little kisses on your face, they said “aww!” and you both just melted in adoration.

A/N: this was so cute i hope you liked it ♡ i also have another rly cute hc that i didnt put here cause i might write a blurb for it... hm... maybe soon :)

#suddenly i'm pregnant. #tw pregnancy #cw pregnancy

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dear non-spanish speakers writing spiderverse fanfiction (or anything with spanglish),

in spanglish you don’t switch by word, you switch by phrase.

it’s not:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [second part of the sentence in english], mi amor.”

“[full english sentence], querida.”

it’s:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [segunda parte de la frase en español], mi amor.”

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also miles is boricua, miguel is mexican. they have two different accents and use different vocabulary for certain words.

also miles is “nyourican” - a puerto rican native to new york - while his mom is directly from the island, so there are differences there, too, because his spanish is more influence by new york english. 

here’s some good references that aren’t google translate (which usually pulls from spain, a country that speaks vastly differently from latin america)

SpanishDict

WordReference

here have some random videos on different slang/spanish accents:

Puerto Rico

Mexico (1) (2)

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in spanish most words are gendered, so most feminine words end in a and masculine/gender neutral words end in o. adding ito/ita makes something cuter, smaller and more affectionate.

spanish nicknames that aren’t “mi amor”

“querido/a” - darling

“cariño” - dear (always masculine regardless, of who its being said to)

“mi princesa/príncipe” - my prince/princess

“mi rey/reina” - my king/queen

“papí/mamí” - can be used in any way; romantic, sexual, familial for one’s parent or child, or just platonically

“tesoro” - treasure

also spanish is a language that uses adjectives as terms of affection both cute ones and ones that might sound insensitive in english

gordo (fat), flaco (skinny), negro (black), blanco (white), linda (pretty), bella (beautiful), morena (brown skin), etc.

and like most languages that are not english, spanish has multiple ways of saying i love you.

“te amo” - romantic

“te quiero” - familial, platonic (although there’s nothing wrong with using it romantically)

see also:

te adoro - i adore you

te deseo - i want you

te necesito - i need you

 and, of course, they can vary regionally too.

please use this because i have read a lot of really well written things that take me out of it because the use of spanglish is terrible. don’t just go on your presumptions that spanish/spanglish works in the same way that english does.

buena suerte, gringos.

- signed your friendly neighborhood afro-latina

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spiderverse twitter 3!!!

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a/n: how was your day angel 😝

ⓒ wingedsirens2023— do not steal, copy or translate

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hear me out, miguel & college student!reader. coming back to your shared apartment after a longgggg stressful day and miguel let’s you rant to him while you guys sit on your bed eating vanilla ice cream (of course after he eats you out and makes you see stars).

ִ ࣪𖤐 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : this was such a sweet request, hope you enjoy it nonnie love!! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰

𝐈𝐓 doesn't require a scientist to piece together how shitty you were feeling. Miguel could hear the front door slamming all the way from his lab, followed by the thump of your feet as you trudged from the hallway to the kitchen and then a beeline to the bedroom where he finds you burrowed underneath a blanket.

His knuckle taps against the bedroom door, alerting his presence before he hears you grumble something from underneath the blanket and if he squinted his eyes just enough he could get a peek of your hair poking out at the top of the pillows.

"Bad day?" he asks, voice laced with amusement that he desperately tries to push down in fear of upsetting you further, but he can't help and think how adorable you look at the moment, curled into a little ball, a futile attempt at shutting the world out.

You scoff from underneath the blanket, the material muffling your words a little. "Shit day, bad day, horrible day, poop day, crappy day-"

Your crude descriptions are cut short when one large hand peels the covers away from your face and you're forced to peer at Miguel's half attempt at hiding a smile. In his other hand, he easily holds two containers of ice cream, in your favorite flavor, along with two spoons. The feistiness inside you simmers out at the side of the treat and you begrudgingly make space for his larger frame on the bed, silently taking the container from him and letting a few delectable spoonfuls melt in your mouth.

"Wanna talk about it?" Miguel prods after a few minutes of silence, peering at you from the corner of his eyes, threading his line carefully, knowing very well that teetering too much to one side could result in you smacking him rather painfully with a pillow. "I've been noticing how stressed you've been lately. Talk to me, amor."

Damn him and how precious those Spanish nicknames sound rolling off his tongue. They've always been your weakness.

You let out a long sigh, one that sounds like you've been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders before you set your ice cream aside and let your head plop onto his shoulder. His heart settles a little when you move closer to him and without any ounce of hesitation he pulls you into his lap, warm palms maneuvering you with ease. He arranges the two of you with ease, letting you sit between his legs, thighs slung over his, face to face so he could study your expression, dissect them, ponder them, and then keep your features tucked away in his heart for safekeeping.

Your hands look dainty and small compared to his, miniature, as you fiddle and toy with his fingers, giving your hands something to do as you let the stress and overwhelming thoughts go, they roll off of your tongue so easily that once you start you fear you might not stop. This moment served as a reminder to you why you fell so in love with Miguel, he was the first to offer his time, his arms, his shoulder to cry on when you needed it the most, without ever asking for anything else in return. He was selfless, to a point where it almost pained you, making you wonder if it came with being a hero.

You blow a raspberry before looking down at where your fingers have intertwined themselves with Miguel's. "I just don't feel like I can keep up with everything that's expected of me. I'm constantly overthinking, it's like my brain doesn't wanna switch off."

A warm hand, slightly rough to the touch slides over your thigh, tracing up towards your hip. He lets out a soft hum of affirmation before those rich brown eyes, filled with a glint of something more, flickers up to meet yours. "I think I know how to remedy that."

Something in the air shifts, a turn in the way your breaths fall from your lips, a change in the warmth of your skin. "Yeah?" you rasp, drinking him in with anticipation.

He hums again, but this time the sound is lower, darker, vibrating against his ribs and sending warmth flooding through your body. His words distract you from what his hands are doing. "Do you know when you release the most tension?"

You shake your head. "When?"

His palm presses against your tummy, encouraging you to lay back as he scoots your hips down, closer to his face where he's sprawled himself out between your thighs. "After an orgasm." His eyes gleam. "And I plan on making you cum so many times you won't be able to think anymore."

A tender kiss is placed on the inside of your thigh.

You gasp.

Teeth. They're sharp as they graze your skin. Miguel's eyes twinkle. "Leave it to me, mi amor."

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"Aemond was also known to wear an eye patch over his sapphire eye at times, apparently when he was in open court and did not want to frighten noble ladies."

oh my sweet babygirl but the ladies are screaming. without the s.

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first i saw my friend draw ship art with these two, then I went to see Spider-verse yesterday and this meme was in my head and i had to get it out of my system X)

oh btw my commissions are openeddd

#canon

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happy birthday grimace!!

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⊹ the spot x ( afab ) reader !!

⎯ summary ; periods and disappearances ♡

Ꮺ wc ; 820 ꒱꒱

note ✧ this was supposed to just be small n cute :'^)

“jon!” you called to your boyfriend, and in he came in all his hole-y glory. he was wearing a pink ‘kiss the cook’ apron and held a sizzling pan of bacon in front of him, “yes, my wonderful, splendid sweetheart?”

you furrowed your brows at him in disapproval before burrowing your head in some pillows and clutching your waist. the hole on his face seemed to expand in realization as you quietly groaned in bed, trying to form words.

“ohhh, oh. okay, don’t say anything, i gotcha!”

he set the pan on the counter and moved to take off the apron, entering your shared closet to put on the bucket hat and jacket he wore when you’d first met.

he hopped in place from his left to right leg, warming himself up, “okay, spot. make a portal, get the goods. simple as that.” he began to stretch, and crack his back, and do lunges. you could see him from the doorway and rolled your eyes.

“make a portal, make a portal,” he repeated to himself. he grabbed one of the holes on his torso and successfully managed to open it up to a road near his destination.

“i’ll be back, baby! don’t you worry!”

you tried to relax in bed before realizing what sending him out would entail - stealing. the noises of the nearby streets pounded into your head. you reached for your phone and dialed him as quickly as you could, sighing as he answered, “hey, get back here! i have to give you my card.”

“babe, there’s no need! i can take care of it!”

“jonathan ohnn… i swear to god.”

“oh, you’ll just be in for the best surprise when i come home! don’t get too impatient. love ya!” with that, he hung up. despite you wanting to call him back, your body began beating you up in ways you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy, forcing you to curl up and stay still.

eventually, a good chunk of time had passed. you fell asleep not long after he left, but you noticed he still wasn’t back. your clock told you it had been about 4 hours. though you were still being plagued with pain, the nap made it slightly better, to the point that you could at least get up and move.

you grabbed a rag, doused it in hot water, and held it to your abdomen to sit down and watch tv. maybe it would get your mind off of things.

the first thing being talked about from the minute you turned it on was your boyfriend. he seemed to be fighting spider-man, but… very sadly. you knew he still wasn’t used to the abilities he was given. that didn’t matter to him, though. what mattered was getting revenge for what happened. a concerned look crossed your features as you knew there wasn’t much you could do.

you let a few more hours pass, a few more phone calls sent directly to voicemail. you were getting more worried by the minute. nothing had been seen or heard from him in a while. that is, until he barged into your place excitedly talking to himself about his holes.

rushing over to hug him, he greeted you loudly, “y/n! oh, god, y/n! i think i’ve figured it out!”

“figured out what?” you clutched onto him harder and stuffed your face into his chest, “where were you?”

“i was discovering things, you could say. i think i know how to get my payback!”

“…” you pulled away and looked up at him.

“did you get what i needed?”

“oh. oh! i did!” it was then that you noticed the small bag on his arm as he dug into it, pulling out candy, flowers, and medicine. your face turned a slight red upon seeing the sweet items he’d stolen for you, contemplating if you should let yourself feel flattered or scold him. “c’mon! we’re gonna cuddle and we’re gonna watch a movie, and whaddya think about a bubble bath? we can take one together! or you can take one by yourself, i don’t mind.”

you grinned at his eagerness to help you feel better and grabbed his arm, “that all sounds nice. thank you.”

you had a great night with him, and he did everything he said he would. this wasn't out of the ordinary for him as you were all he had, and he felt obligated to pamper you with everything he could get his hands on. but of course, the activities would have to come to an end.

he spooned you in bed while rubbing your hips and whispered, thinking you were asleep, “i have to go somewhere tomorrow. somewhere far. i hope you won’t be mad at me, but i have to do this. please, please don’t be mad at me.”

you heard everything. and the next day, you woke up to an empty apartment.

#THIS IS SOO SWEET #the ending tho :'( #JOHNNY COME BACK

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Hear me out...

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hey can you hold this for me for a sec?

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Silly spiders