Tumgik
#Spider Man 2099
fiepige · 2 days
Text
Saw some old vines and got inspired:
So here y'all go, Spiderverse as Vines!
165 notes · View notes
beabidobi · 2 days
Note
I saw you needed ideas/requests, so I got u 👏
How would you imagine miguel to be when their partner gets their period? To me, he would be 100% mother goose 🪿 just full on overdrive. Getting everything they need - pads, tampons, weird food cravings, the whole shebang. And i totally envision him just peppering kisses all over them, cus he loves them so much and wants them to be comfy.
Yeah, at this point I'm venting cus I just got my period... Sorry for over-explaining 😅
★ Miguel O’Hara during your period headcanons
thank you for the request😩. hope you’re feeling okay!!
fem!reader x miguel o’hara
Tumblr media
• Would literally react like you’re dying every time. Treats you like a porcelain doll by keeping you on strict bed rest if you’re not feeling well and making sure to get everything you need
• Stocks up on pads and tampons a week prior as he knows your cycle
• If you have cramps he’ll buy you dark chocolate and heat up a hot water bottle for you
• He will try to do anything to make you feel better wether it’s running you a hot bath, buying you an entire store or just cuddling you in bed
• If you’re a spider person, he’ll sign you out for the week and take days off himself if it’s bad
• Your food cravings seemed a bit weird to him at first, but eventually he made sure to have all the food you might want in the house
• Cooks all your meals and makes you chamomile tea to help with cramps
• This man does not care about the blood. You leaked on the sheets? He’ll set up a bath for you while he washes them and puts on new ones. Same with if you got it in your clothes. He’d wash them and help you change into new ones
“I promise, it’s fine mi vida.” He’ll say when you keep apologising for getting blood on the sheets. “It’s normal, and I’ll get it out. Go get in the bath, I’ll get you some fresh clothes out.” When you’re still not very reassured once you’ve finished in the bath he helps you into the new sheets, cuddling you and tells you over and over he doesn’t mind whatsoever. [my life]
• He’s learnt how to handle your mood swings, when you’re angry he knows you might want some space. If you’re feeling down, he’d be all over you, telling you how beautiful you are and peppering kiss all around your face
“Mi hermosa niña.” He mumbles, fingers tracing circles on your hips while he runs his other hand through your hair, pressing kisses to your cheek. “So perfect.” [my beautiful girl]
• He’s freakishly warm almost like a human heater so when you sleep, he’ll keep his warm hands on your lower abdomen to soothe the cramps
• He’ll watch all your favourite movies with you, with ice cream and chocolate of course
• Gets Lyla to check your vitals every few hours even though you’re absolutely fine
• Expect massages. He’ll massage your stomach and back when you’re cramping, even uses some essential oils sometimes to help calm you
“Just relax, ángel.” He’d say while gently starting to knead your stomach, the smell of lavender oil eventually lulling you to sleep.
• Again, he’s memorised your cycle so he’s always extra careful with you the week before because he knows your a little delicate
• He’s not a big singer, but he’ll hum you to sleep, most likely some Spanish lullaby
• Will urge you to join him for a walk if you’re feeling up to it since exercise can also help cramps
Tumblr media
thank you for the suggestions so far, keep them coming :))
81 notes · View notes
artverso · 1 day
Text
Tumblr media
Mark Bagley - Spider-Man 2099
26 notes · View notes
sparebutton · 10 months
Text
(Across the Spider-Verse spoiler)
Tumblr media
140K notes · View notes
rixi-96 · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media
71K notes · View notes
murkbrew · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
Peter popsicle 💔
83K notes · View notes
golurkart · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
would be funny if this happened in the next movie
67K notes · View notes
frishbi · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media
some spider people <3
51K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
spiderband + the squinty™
bonus:
Tumblr media
39K notes · View notes
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
It’s meme time babey!!
27K notes · View notes
miguels-talons · 10 months
Text
i want to give a bit of info to everyone who only knows miguel from the movie:
•he is not a vampire! his fangs are from his spider dna and are filled with paralyzing venom :) fun fact: the size of his fangs makes him mumble so other people don't see them while he's talking!
•he wasn't bitten by a spider like most spider people! spider dna was atomically spliced directly into his genes making him 50% spider
•he doesn't stick like other spider people! he uses the talons on his fingers to climb around and such! fun fact: these talons can easily slice through solid metal :)
•he doesn't have a spider sense! instead, all of his senses are majorly enhanced!
•yes! he always moves like that! he automatically moves like a feral monster because that's what he is!
•he has a fiancé named dana and a little brother named gabriel! they are the two most important people in his life :) fun fact: gabriel recognized that it was miguel in the spider suit the first time he saw him in it!
•his eyes are red because they can see in major details and in complete darkness. fun fact: this makes his eyes super sensitive to light, which constantly gives him migraines :)
•yes! his ass is that huge in the comics, too! everyone in the comics are always commenting on it ^^
•miguel is irish/mexican :)
•he is NOT the original spider man of his universe! there was a peter parker in the past before the year 2099
just wanted to clear up some facts about him movie onlys may have misconstrued ^^
38K notes · View notes
kinoselynn · 10 months
Text
//spiderverse 2 spoilers
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
34K notes · View notes
uzuriartonline · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
Miguel O’Hara is so 🔥
46K notes · View notes
appei · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
a meme check me out on twitter!
40K notes · View notes
kvthgok · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
SOBBING RN THIS IS NOT OKAY..
(Lovely artwork done by @Melteeyo on Twitter)
14K notes · View notes
wyvernest · 7 months
Text
mating szn
part 1 (part2)
Tumblr media
pairing: miguel o'hara x f!gf!reader
warnings: smut, fluff, scent marking, primal play, rutting miguel, possessiveness, reader is ovulating
summary: miguel comes home feeling extremely needy
You're preparing dinner when you hear the opaque glass doors of your shared mansion open for your lover to come in. It's almost midnight, and it doesn't take you longer than a few seconds to realize how tired he has to be.
Miguel walks into the open kitchen, frowning. 
"Baby! I missed you!" You jolt to him, pans clattering dangerously as you throw them aside, careful enough not to ruin your work but swiftly enough to get to him as fast as possible.
You curl your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes, pressing your chest flush against his hard pecs. His hands grab at your hips, absentmindedly and by habit.
"What's wrong?". You place a gentle, loving hand on his cheek, trying to meet his gaze. But he's not looking at you. His eyes are darting all over your face and body, brows still creased. 
He could feel it, your scent. A collection of the whole day, everything you've done. The food, the places you've been. He feels like it's been so long since this morning, when he woke up beside you, kissing along your neck. 
He feels a surge of blood rush from his heart and through his lucidity, a shot of adrenaline inexplicably taking over him.
You don't smell of him anymore. Anger bubbles in his chest as he thinks of all the people you must've talked to around HQ, who didn't smell his strong musk on you, who had no idea you belonged to him.
He's never felt like this before. He brushes the unfamiliar feeling aside for a moment, grounded by the silent plea in your eyes.
"I'm good. Just a bit tired." He brushes wild strands of baby hairs out of your face, finally matching the loving look you've greeted him with from the start.
He leaves you to finish the meal and steps into the shower, hoping that an ice cold stream would cool him down. Only it doesn't do anything but worsen the situation.
The second he feels the water spray hit his body, he flinches, unlike the usual relief he gets. His skin is abnormally feverish, the ghost of your body in his arms taunting him further into madness. He soon finds himself desperate to get out, to be reunited with you and the warmth only you could ever provide for him.
Images of your supple body breaking in his embrace flood his already lust crazed mind against his better judgment, and he feels his cock fatten slightly at the memory.
When he takes it in his hand, he nearly starts bucking his hips into his hold, sensitive and insanely needy. He imagines you in the bathtub with him, arching your back over the edge, spreading your legs for him to pound his cock into you under the hot stream, your moans echoing and ringing into the stone tiles.
He can't take it anymore. His body aches for your touch and attention.
Exiting the shower, he pulls a pair of loose boxers up his thighs, the only thing he can tolerate with the fever that has taken hold of him so suddenly.
And then, he focuses on the image of you, standing where he left you, gently stirring in a bowl. You're wearing one of his t-shirts, draped down to the middle of your thighs and over your elbows, an oversized dress. 
He approaches you, wrapping his arms around your front and waist, dropping a fraction of his weight on your back just to keep you from moving or fighting against it. You throw your head back, closing your eyes.
His head drops to your neck, kissing here and there, exhales smoldering hot on your throat, stopping momentarily to deeply inhale your scent. Among all others, there is a distinctive smell of you, of your arousal and need for him that drives him mad.
"Wait- Miguel, let me finish this-" You protest, your creamy tone betraying your true intentions. 
He groans, kissing your naked shoulder, his hands squeezing your form in front of him. 
All tasks are ultimately abandoned as he pushes you against the counter, his defined abs hitting your back, the marble surface cold against your thighs. He presses his fat, hard cock up against your plush ass, his hands fondling your breasts through his shirt, groaning low and quiet in your ear. 
With his biceps curled and constricted around your navel, your body goes limp in his hold, trembling ever so slightly as his warm, broad palms squeeze the soft flesh of your tits. He pushes them together, massaging gently, almost experimentally. He flattens them with the heels of his palms softly, only to them constrict his fingers around them so perfectly, fondling and groping away.
"Mm- Miguel, oh-" You breathe out, finding balance on your hands, arching your back into him. You feel your core pulsate with need, swelling up under his movements. You're almost completely wrapped up in his massive body, with nowhere to go. 
And just then, you accidentally knock a knife off the counter, startled when it hits the marble floor with a loud clank. He jumps, backing up from your body. Your face is flushed, eyes half lidded, breath heavy, nipples perked under the thin cotton. Landing back to your senses, you move to bend down and pick it up.
His eyes automatically snap to your round ass and the dark wet spot on your panties that invites him so blatantly to shove his cock in between your pussy lips. 
He can't help it. He can't control himself anymore.
Balance leaves your position as you feel his rough, eager hands grip your hips, harshly pulling you back into him. The plumpness of your ass hits the girthy shaft of his cock, but before you can look for the lost balance with your hands in front of you, he thrusts his erection up against your clothed cunt, making you whine in need.
"Ay, mi amor-" His voice is rugged and satisfied, laced with a deep groan. A broad palm hits the side of your behind, making the tender flesh ripple against his hard-on. "Te necesito muchísimo ahora." (I need you so badly right now.)
You yelp, perplexed, instinctively grabbing his wrists for balance. He pulls you up with your back against his chest, splaying a cursory hand across your abdomen, sending shivers thundering down your spine and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
"Miguel!" You playfully fight against his possessive hold, "Is this your way of helping me prepare dinner?!" You free yourself, giggling and letting a wide smile take over your features. Stepping back and extending your arms in front of you in an attempt to shield yourself from him, you chuckle wholeheartedly.
Seeing you resist, he lets out a defeated exhale.
"Fine. I'll be good, lo prometo." (I promise). He motions for you to come closer and trust that he'll behave. Letting your guard down, you approach the counter, eyes fixated on his playfully.
He feels your body heat nearing him, so comfortable and tempting. The smell of you, and everything that drives him crazy about your presence alone. His breaths deepen and quicken abruptly, his cock straining in his boxers, twitching freely against the material, begging to be enveloped in your wet warmth.
He looks down at you like a panther about to pounce, waiting for the perfect moment to do so. Your smile curls wider, eyes shining with lust and a teasing playfulness. His body dwarfs yours, his shadow alone making you feel puny. His shoulders are tense, the same way they are when he's on top of you, riding you into next Tuesday.
He shifts to place a clawed hand on the counter, the sharp edged digits tapping against the surface catching your attention momentarily in the corner of your eye. He exploits the split second it takes you to look down to his arm, snapping and squatting to grab your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder.
"NO! You promised! Miguel! The food!" You try to reason, throwing any and each accusation you can think of, knowing that you definitely don't want him to drop it and leave you alone, truly. And he knows it. 
And that's when he feels it. With your ass on his bulky shoulder, he can smell it. Your arousal, dripping hot. His fat cock finally hardens completely, its monstrously girthy shaft poking through the shorts. 
You're ovulating.
Groaning ruggedly, he delivers a rough spank to your plump ass before pushing two fingers over the wet mound of your clothed pussy, running them over your slit, teasingly, collecting more of your scent.
He swears the only thing stopping him from fucking you raw right on the kitchen floor is your comfort.
"Okay! You win! Put me down, I'll let you fuck me."
Without a second thought, he places you back on the floor, hands on your hips, talons grazing your tender skin deliciously.
His eyes have reddened, pupils blown wide, exhales hot and labored. You don't want anything more than to wrap your arms around his neck, to press yourself into him, to feel his hard abdomen on your stomach, his pecs on your soft tits, his mouth on your neck.
But you want to see more of how needy he is.
You jolt to the stairs with no warning, climbing the winding wooden steps like a cat. You hear him behind you, his weight put onto each movement as he chases close behind, the staircase creaking under him.
Looking behind before reaching the hallway of the first floor of your mansion, you feel your panties dampen at the sight of the man and the sheer size of him, massive shoulders slightly hunched forward in focus and adrenaline, his height successfully making you stagger on your way to the bedroom.
Tumblr media
divider by @cafekitsune
HOPE YALL LIKE IT IMMA CONTINUE ‼️‼️
a/n: primal play is thoroughly discussed beforehand. insisting that your partner has sex with you even after resistance without having discussed the aforementioned resistance is abusive.
14K notes · View notes