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html-nae · 9 months

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42!Miles x fem!OC

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Aaron glanced at his nephew entering the garage. He turned his head away from Miles trying to hold in a laugh that was about to escape.

“What’s so funny Unc?”

Miles asked, as he shrugged off the jacket that was around his shoulders. Aaron shook his head while his hand came up to his mouth to muffle whatever noises were escaping. Miles looked at his uncle in annoyance and huffed, not finding what was so funny.

“I think you should take a look in the mirror, nephew.”

Aaron finally said with a chuckle. He crossed his arms and leaned against the desk that held the next project for Miles’ suit. The latter rolled his eyes and trudge to the mirror that was hanging on the wall.

“What the hell?”

Instead of the normal intimidating Prowler mask, what looked like a smiley face was in its place. Aaron busted out laughing, his shoulders shaking and his cackle echoing throughout the spacious place. Miles shot a look at his uncle before taking off the set and chucking it into a bag.

He walked out the garage muttering curses under his breath with the sounds of his uncle’s laughter following him.

“Fix it.”

Miles demanded. He dropped the bag onto Alani’s desk and crossed his arms. He was tired and annoyed. His eyes were sunken in more than normal and his braids were fuzzy. Alani almost felt bad for doing what she did, until she thought about it and cracked a smile. The image of him running around jumping from rooftop to rooftop with a smiley face on the mask contrasting with his dark outfit made her happy.

“I don’t know what youre talking about Miles.”

She said while laying down on her bed. Her braids laid out behind her, framing her face. Alani’s glasses fell down the bridge of her nose and she rolled over on her stomach and grabbed a book that was on her bedside table.

“Can you please fix my mask?”

He huffed with defeat. Alani smiled and closed her book.

“Can you please pay more attention to me and not disregard me like you’ve been doing?”

Miles dropped his head, embarrassed that he wasn’t spending much time with his girlfriend, he had a classic awkward Miles smile on his face when he looked up and nodded quietly.

“Then yes, I’ll fix your mask.”

Alani grabbed the mask out of the bag and a cable that was connected to her laptop. Miles watched as she typed and deleted codes with the light from the laptop highlighting her face. The glasses framed her face nicely and he could see the shadow from her lashes.

“You’re so pretty.”

She stopped typing and looked at Miles with a smile.

“Thank you Miles.”

And with that she unplugged his mask and placed it back inside the bag that held the rest of his belongings.

“No, thank you. I’ll see you later. I gotta go help Uncle Aaron with some stuff, but I promise i’ll be back before you go to sleep.”

Alani nodded and watched as he left out the window and ran in the direction of his Uncle’s garage.

“He’s about to hate me.”

She said to herself while locking her window and making sure her doors were locked just in case he came back.

“Aye nephew.”

Aaron called while turning around. His face dropped before the corners of his face lifted up with a smile. Once again, his mask was changed.

Not back to normal though, but to a different face.

The new face that branded the Prowler mask was a winking face.

“Yeah, wassup Unc?”

Aaron shook his head, dismissing Miles to go onto his next mission. He grabbed his phone and texted his nephew’s girlfriend a quick

Well done.

With a laughing emoji following it before shutting off his phone and continuing on with his work.

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soulntes · 7 months

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AVATAR KINKTOBER DAY 1

HANDJOB

FEATURING : MILES QUARITCH X INGYEN (OMATIKAYA OC)

the forest bloomed in the morning as the sun shunned upon miles while he slept peacefully in his shared bed with his wife. a wife he never imagined in his short life he was created to be, would be able to obtain a woman like ingyen.

a woman who loves him despite all of his mistakes and background. a woman who accepted him with his flaws to help guide him on the right path. a woman who raised their son into a wonderful warrior eywa knew he'd turn out to be.

a woman who he loves and risks his life and soul to keep her happy and live comfortably as long as she lives.

a woman who lays beside him, cuddling on his broad chest with her hand on his stomach as she softly snores.

watching her sleep peacefully made his heart flutter just by taking in every detail of her face. the warmth of their skin touching had him with goosebumps. their tails intertwined in a swirl to feel each other. her ears twitching once in a while when she hears her soft snores with her breath fanning over his neck.

ingyen cuddles closer to her mate, her arm around his stomach and her leg in between his as she smells his scent. it was a habit of hers when she wanted to feel intimacy and contact to her miles.

she kept moving closer as if he were pushing her away causing her to move her leg over his thigh and close to his softened bulge.

with every movement and pressure she adds, miles couldn't help start getting a hard bulge under his loincloth.

miles pets and kisses her head lovingly with a purr, "my love..." he whispers with his raspy, morning voice.

ingyen hums, palming her hands over his muscles and scooting closer to feel his skin.

her leg brushes over his semi hardened cock that miles' legs twitch and hips slightly thrusts to find friction with her leg, "mamas....mamas....." he repeats in an attempt to wake her up before it turns hard.

ingyen stirs awake, seeing her miles with a flushed face, "ma miles, nga lu nìltsan?"

my miles, are you alright?

miles bit his lower lip when her knee pressed against the tip in between his legs, "i'm actually fantastic, doll. you haven't noticed where you put your leg." he smirks, licking his lips seeing her sleepy, oblivious face when she looks down.

her eyes landed where her leg rested and underneath it was his hard bulge, twitching against his loincloth.

her ears perked and her tail swished like a wag, "oh? you are excited, ma miles." ingyen, without thought, blurted out when she saw his hardened dick.

miles' hands grabs her chin to make her face him, pecking her plump lips, "of course i am, mamas. you made me this hard while you slept peacefully and i'm here handling all your teasing that i couldn't go back to sleep." his lips devoured hers, shoving his rough tongue into her mouth as his other hand slithers down to her tail and tugs on it, "you're such a tease, ma ingyen... why don't you give me hand, love?"

his lips travel down from her lips to her neck, nipping with his ear pinned back as he enjoys her sweet scent that he loves so much, "new oe nga 'ampi?" ingyen softly says while her hands caresses his abs and traces his pelvis.

want me to touch you?

miles' hips twitch at her fingertips with every touch that he feels closer to his aching cock, he chuckled with his drowsy state at the desire he had for his woman, "why not? give me a hand, be a good girl." his tail wags happily when her fingers untie the know of his loincloth and slowly peeled it off his waist.

ingyen finally undid the knot and teased the tip with one finger that precum started to form quickly, "you are eager, ma miles. how should i help you?" she whispers tracing her finger along the tip to the veins and glands.

miles smirks at her and holds her pretty face in his larger hand and kisses her deeply and sloppily, "why not give me a hand job with those perfect hands? those hands can handle a bow so... they'll be able to handle my cock, mamas." he whispers in her ear as he kissed her cheek.

ingyen squeezed her thighs together at his rough, morning voice that she gently wraps her hand around the base of his cock, "like this?" she asks, unsure about what she was doing.

it is her first time because she wasn't familiar with things like this from rejecting propositions and being with someone wasn't on her mind before miles.

miles sighs in pleasure when she starts to move her hand up and down slowly. he pets her head and her ears, staring at her lustful, curious face, "mhmm......just like that- oh.....!" he moans when she uses her fingers to caress the tip and trace the veins with full concentration into the hand job.

his hips shudder and thrust his hips up towards her hand creating a rhythm for himself. miles again hold her chin and kisses her with a moan, "squeeze a little harder around my cock, mamas.... it'll feel good for me.....just a little- yes.... that's it, mamas..!"

ingyen looks at him in fascination that her mate could make sounds such as that so she continued stroking the base of his cock and swiped her finger over the tip where precum flowed down to lubricate her hand.

her eyes widen in lust and love for her miles that she went a little faster, watching the tip plunge its way through her fingers. miles' chest heavens with air, trying to look at what he considers himself lucky to have claimed and be claimed by such a woman.

miles moan a little louder as he kept thrusting more into her hand. ingyen kept doing what she did from how much she loved watching her mate enjoy, "mamas, i'm almost.... your hands feel incredible. i'm gonna come!" he exclaims in a stutter with one more thrust, covering her hand in cum.

ingyen hums in satisfaction seeing her mate groan and moan by her touch, "seems to me you never learn to keep the urge to yourself." she says pecking his flush cheeks with trailing her finger over his still hardened cock, responding with twitches and his hips thrusting into her hand, "can't help it, muntxate~ you are mine and i can feel whatever i want when i'm around you."

miles chuckles, using hand to guide hers back on his cock for more attention, "be a good mate to your husband and jerk me off, i love how strong your hands are, my love." he presses his lips against her lips for an opening to her mouth.

ingyen rolls her eyes at how aroused and excited her mate turns into but she can't really blame him. since the beginning, he's been lusting over her and tried making it clear he was interested in her but it always backfired.

her hand slowly wraps around the girth of his cock and starts with slow strokes again, opening her mouth for him to explore with his tongue as he clutches onto her body.

miles shudders every time she caresses that same spot under his dick that he slightly whimpers and his tail curls around her hand, "yes- oh cupcake....you're really good at this- ngh! keep going, i love it when you handle my cock so gently but hard.... oh eywa! can't get enough of you-"

her ears twitch at hearing his rambles of lust and pleasure with the buck of his hips to cum again, she kissed his pelvis while staring up at him with a stern, lustful gaze and her ass in air for him to catch a glimpse.

"ma miles." she whispers and continues to kiss his pelvis and licks near the base of his hard cock that causes him to thrust a bit harder, "ma ingyen, tstu si!"

my ingyen, i'm close!"

his mate rarely giggles or chuckles, whatever the fuck makes sense to miles but hearing her chuckle a little at his reaction, made him lose his mind with his hips thrusts into her hand faster and faster. his chest was rising with every breath coming out of his lung and the moans he didn't know he could make, he didn't care, a bit of drool was dribbling down the corner of his mouth.

ingyen uses her other hand to fondle his balls and squeeze them tightly as she positions herself under his cock for him to visualize any fantasy he comes up with, "lonu."

release.

miles looks at his mate with half lidded eyes and a smirk on his face, "thank you, my love- ah! i'm coming!...." with every last strength and stamina in his body was working its way to release his cum in her hand and her pretty face that he arches his hips up when cum spurts right where he wanted.

she closes her eyes with the drips of cum falling her face and moves her hand slowly to avoid overwhelming him in this state, "ma miles, i told you countless of times not to do that, i don't want my son to be frightened."

miles breathes heavily with his body twitching when he finally comes onto his lover, "how can i not when your pretty face deserves my cum on it. it makes me want to stick my cock in your mouth next time."

she gives a look of disgust but lusts at the thought of it, "don't think about it."

miles smiles devilishly and kisses her lips slowly, shoving his tongue to lick every crevice of her mouth, "mmm... i'll save it for later."

miles loves his wife but....

when she jerks him off....that's a whole other story.

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 7 months

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I have a spidersona but i feel i won't get accepted because I ship her with Miles...🤦🏾‍♀️

Honestly GO FOR IT - like RUN AT IT

The best part and root of fanfiction is exploring and expanding on parts of the character we don't get to see on screen. And OCs are THE BEST at doing that.

SO DO IT. GO FOR IT no matter who you are!!

TBH I've always been rather meh about canon couples because like.. I know they're gonna end up together so I don't really crave things like fanart for them.

To me Canon Couples are like a jumpscare. If I know it's coming it's gonna get less of a reaction.

That's why a lot of my Spidey-writing pre-ATSV is about dancing around MJ and keeping her platonic. I much prefer Felicia Hardy (The Black Cat) because she challenges Peter's character in a way we don't often see.

The same goes for SpideyPool too. It's so cute because Spidey is nice to everyone, but REALLY sassy with Wade.

Relationships and OCs can bring out so much color and variety in a character, that like...they're so useful writing wise. Not just in a fanfic sense, but expanding your writing.

AND I AM NOT ABOVE KILLING OFF CANON CHARACTERS - DO IT FOR THE ANGSTTTT and for the indulgence I'm genuinely surprised I haven't seen anyone kill off Gayatri and ship an OC with Pavitr cause like...nothing stopping you. That's a great fic opportunity.

And if Hobie gets a Mary-Jane: hell yeah I'd kill her in a heartbeat NO MERCY idgaf how happy she makes him and im deadass!!!! fjgdgjdgh

I will ALWAYS say OCs are the best writing practice, far beyond canon stuff. Because not only are you writing canon characters, but you're shaping and filling in gaps in your story, and reflecting how characters react when a whole new influence (your OC) is brought into the situation.

OCs ARE MY LIFEBLOOD OKAY -

I know you didn't ask for this but

OFF-TOPIC SIDEBAR: Adults can ship their OCs with Minors - That's literally how all writing works

[below is a short rant where I beef about people who say 'Adults shouldn't ship their OCs with teenagers' - spoiler alert: EVERY minor ship in media is written by an adult.]

One final sidebar before I go cause I feel like this is such a weird thing people have beef with -

I find it SO WEIRD when people are like 'Oh adults shouldn't ship or write their OCs with minors that's weird and nasty'

Like ?????????? ?? ???? ?? Think about that sentence.

So. Who you think wrote the movie then? You telling me a minor wrote ATSV?? They had a 16 year write the movie??

Or did an adult do it? Like how adults wrote literally every minor relationship you've watched..since the begininning of time?? Cause like - Wasn't....Gwen & Miles romance written by an adult?? Am I missing something?????

Stranger Things. Wednesday. Riverdal?? The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Leonardo and April?? MCU Spiderman 1, 2, AND 3???

TWILIGHT??? ALL teens dating, written by an adult. JOHN GREEN FAULT IN OUR STARS?? HELOO??

Like.........99.5% of the relationships about minors you read is written by adults. Almost EVERY ship of fictional minors are written by an adult shipping their characters together sfhkjghkjdfgshkjdg

Are we arresting people for that now cause if so put the writers of Euphoria IN CUFFS and put a curse on their land!!!!!

idk it's just funny logic to me cause like ?????? my sibling in christ you are enjoying the adult written minor relationship as we speak djkgfdgjkf

"Don't write your OC in love with Miles, the only adult that can do that is the dozens of adults in the writers room getting paid to do just that, most of which didn't create Miles or Gwen themselves"

umm.. ok.

Make OCs, ship them, explore character relationships, WRITE. Ship them with canon characters, talk about your OCs like they're canon, let them build relationships and grow within the story nobody can stop you.

And last point honestly saying adults can't write stuff like that - HORRIBLE writing advice. HORRIBLE.

Because if you're a writer who can only write adults and you leave younger people out of your story - or you write teenagers as adults because you have no experience writing them... not a good look. How do you expect to write a character arc with a character that doesn't age or go through stages of their lives? You need range to write all ages. Half of romance movies out there start with them falling in love as kids and reuniting, you need to know how to write people at different stages of life. Telling adults they can't write anyone below 18 is just...not good advice. Like you can't just...refuse to write a large part of the population??

N E Wayyyyyy Once again this became a rant lol but this isn't like an angry one, it's like a '???why is the statement??? why it exist when it make no sense'

here hobie look at him wooo

hes so sassy looking :3 i love him his shape up is so nice

Bye.

#hc hobie has resting bitch face and diane is always smiling so people see them and are like????#is she harassing him again #no hes just very focused on her very long and detailed story #anyway what was i saying #spidersonas #spidersona #rant #Ocs #canon x oc #miles morales #miles morales x oc #miles x oc

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jhd4ev · 10 months

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coveted aesthetic <3

#finn wolfhard #milesfairchild #fanfic #help #miles fairchild x reader #wattpad #miles x oc #miles x reader #miles fairchild #hi hi #octavia #octaviabaltzar #octavia baltzar #flora #flora fairchild #florafairchild #the turning fanfic #the turning #theturning

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chaoticlicense · 8 months

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No More Than a Memory: Chapter 10

Chapter Summary: While the war for Pandora rages around her, choices are made that lead to death and the start of a new life.

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: SFW, Miles Quaritch, Recom Miles Quaritch, Miles Quaritch x OC, Recom Miles Quaritch x OC, Female OC, AFAB OC, Mentions of: War, Guns, Blood, Weapons, Death, Shooting, Flashback

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Chapter 10

Previous Chapter

Before—Skye's POV

War rages around her. Battle cries echo through the trees and the skies. Ikrans and their riders fly overhead, fighting the helicopters and planes opening fire on them. She hears the screams of the fallen all around her as she runs through the forest. The wet earth sinks beneath her feet, drenched in the blood of the fallen whose bodies litter the forest floor. Skye is faster than the humans in her Avatar form, but not fast enough. Bullets whistle past her ears. She runs as fast as she can, diving under branches, leaping over roots and rocks and bodies. Miles is close on her heels, taunting her with menacing words. She curses him and herself for being in this situation to begin with. Had she not missed him with her spear, she would have been able to retreat back to the link site safely.

But he is relentless and she is weaponless.

Bark splinters as the bullets meant for her find themselves lodged in the trees. As one grazes her shoulder, leaving a sharp sting in its wake as warm blood drips down her arm, she dives behind the nearest tree and crouches with her back to it. With heaving breaths, she takes a moment to recuperate. She has to get back to the link site. Back to her body and back to Jake’s. The two of them are vulnerable and Jake is too far away to get back to it in time now that Miles is on the warpath.

When Skye saw Miles’ AMP drop from the burning plane, she locked eyes with him as she clutched her spear. All he did was smirk, believing that she didn’t have it in her to throw it. But she did. And she missed. Whether by accident or by subconscious intent to avoid hurting the man she loved…it didn’t matter. What matters is that he wants Jake dead and he will stop at nothing to do it. Including going after her.

The site isn’t far away now. She can see it through the brush as she catches her breath. In hindsight, she should have taken off in a different direction than the link site but the only thing on her mind was to get back to protect Jake. Peering over her shoulder and around the tree, she sees Miles’ AMP come to a halt as his attention is drawn to the vision of the link site nearby. She can’t let him reach it before her but there’s a slim chance of making it back alive if he takes another shot. So, she takes a moderately calculated risk and closes her eyes…

As her consciousness is transferred back to her human body, she throws open the link and clambers out of it. Grabbing a mask nearby, she catches a glimpse of Miles approaching from the window. From where she stands, his face is hard, determined as he makes his way over. But before he can reach the shack, Neytiri emerges on the back of a Thanator. She makes for Miles, engaging in a fight that ends with the Thanator’s death and her being trapped beneath the weight of its corpse.

Skye doesn't think twice as she reaches for her handgun, hanging in its holster at the door, and running outside. Miles stands with his blade over Neytiri’s struggling figure, ready to strike her down. Before he has the chance, however, she takes a shot. Her bullet does little damage but it’s enough to draw his attention. Dropping his blade, Miles turns to her, chest heaving, eyes watching as she comes to stand between him and Neytiri.

“So, what? You’re choosing one of them over me? Over the survival of your own race?” he asks, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I should have known you were as much of a traitor as the rest of them.”

“You’ve always known where my loyalties lie, Miles. Even before I came here…” she pauses, shaking the memories of her life before Pandora. “You’ve always known, you just chose to ignore it.”

Pursing his lips, he looks between Skye and Neytiri who continues to struggle with the Thanator. Skye takes a few more steps towards her, hoping to buy her time. Miles draws his gun. Her own remains in a loose grip as she raises her hands.

“Please don’t do this, Miles. There’s still time to end it, to turn back and start over. We can still have that life you wanted. Please...let it go.”

She looks at him through the pane of glass in his AMP and she begs. She pleads. She tries to reach the part of him that she knows exists. The part that is human, that is honourable, that is good. But all of that is gone now. He stares at her and she stares back as the realisation hits her once and for all: the man she thought she knew is gone.

“Get out of the way.”

“No.”

“Do not test me!”

She remains unmoving.

Out of the corner of her eye, she takes note of a blue blur moving through the trees. Her gaze flickers towards the movement. Jake. At least, she hopes it’s Jake. If Jake is nearby, that means all she has to do is buy some more time.

Licking her lips, Skye looks back to Miles. His finger hovers over the trigger, threatening action. But it doesn’t matter how much he threatens her, she is unwavering in her stance. She always will be. He knows this. He knows her. And he knows that she is too damn stubborn to give up and turn her back on the Na’vi after all these years. She loves them too much. Which leaves him with only one option.

An option, it seems that she has also considered. Her grip on the gun tightens as she slowly turns the weapon to aim it in his direction.

“This is what’s come to, then?” he asks.

“I don’t see it ending any other way, Miles…” she says. “Not unless you stand down but we both know that’s not going to happen.”

“No, it won’t.”

He sighs and pulls the trigger.

A voice calls to her. A warm, comforting tone that feels familiar yet distant. There is light too. Soft, warm light that embraces her in an all-encompassing comfort. She doesn't know where she is or what has happened to her but she is not afraid. She knows that there should be pain, and suffering after Miles shot her but there is none. There is nothing but chanting tones and a voice reassuring her that she is safe.

When the chanting stops the light fades and Skye finds herself enclosed in darkness. Familiar voices speak in hushed tones over her resting body. They murmur and wonder if she survived. In the dark behind her eyelids, she wonders the same thing. A part of her knows she should be dead. She should have bled out on the grass after Miles’ bullet lodged itself in her abdomen. But she survived. Whether by chance or by Eywa’s grace, she doesn't know.

What she does know is that there is no pain, no shock, no fading consciousness as she clings to life. And there are voices. Voices that rouse her from the dream-like state she’s been floating in.

When Skye finally comes to, her eyes flutter open and she takes a deep breath of the pure, clean Pandorian air. She is met with familiar faces belonging to Jake in his Avatar form, Neytiri, and Mo’at. Hundreds of other surviving Omatikaya surround her and look on with curious eyes.

Jake sighs when she opens her eyes, relieved.

Neytiri smiles as she brings the tips of her fingers to her forehead and gestures them towards her. She manages a small smile as she repeats the gesture.

“Oel ngati kameie, Skye,” she greets.

“Oel ngati kameie, Neytiri,” Skye returns.

“Welcome home.”

END OF PART ONE

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head---ache · 3 months

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uhm

#fanart #sth #sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #sonic x shadow #miles tails prower #sonic au #Live & Learn Au #sonic oc #sonic fanchild #sonic fankid #Emmie the Hedgehog #comics

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daydreamvalley · 10 months

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Miguel O’Hara reimagined in my mind

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vrisrezis · 11 months

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Atsv characters realizing they’re in love with you

Gwens on the verge of tears, it’s the first time you’ve ever seen her like this in all the time you’ve known her. You’ve known gwen for almost your entire life, and never once have you ever seen her in such a state of affairs.

You suppose it’s reasonable, she lost Peter and she thinks she lost her father forever, the only other people she ever had. And then there’s you. Somebody she felt such deep emotions for even if she was unaware how deep they ran.

There’s so many emotions and so many thoughts running through her head, when she sees you for the first time in what feels like years.

You don’t say anything.

You stare at her, the state she’s in.

Your movements are slow and meticulous, calculated. And she wonders if you’re doing that because you’re cautious, because you’re scared of her.

“I don’t know what dad told you.” fear drips from her vocal cords, “but I promise you,” she’s desperate, wanting your touch so badly but fearing you truly saw her as a monster too, “I would never, ever, kill Peter.”

the building you’re both on, feels so much darker than it really is. It feels like she’s revealing herself to her dad for the first time all over again. She wants to cave in on herself but she fights every need to push you away because she needs you in her life.

“And believe me, I wanted to tell you! I did! I really did!” she tries desperately to explain, finally letting a tear slip out.

As soon as she let one go, it became a waterfall of tears.

“I love you.” she says, voice barely above a whisper, taking you both by surprise.

She realizes what she said, but she doesn’t dwell on it for much longer. Because she realizes, finally, what she said was true.

And now that she finally knows what it is she’s truly been feeling for you all these years, it hurts even more to look at you and not know what you could possibly think about her. She wishes she knew what was going through your head, she wishes she could just tell what you were feeling by searching your face but she just can’t find anything. She doesn’t know what you make of this. She doesn’t know if she’s going to lose you today.

“Please.” she feels her lips wobble, she knows she’s going to completely break down if you don’t say something, anything, in the next minute.

All she’s met with is more silence.

Miles knew he had a crush on you, sure. That simply made sense, it was common knowledge to anyone that wasn’t an idiot. Well, except you. But miles didn’t think you were an idiot, just maybe oblivious. It’s not like he minded, he was grateful that he liked the one, singular person in this very world that was oblivious enough to not catch onto Miles’s adoration for you.

Miles talked about you a lot, admittedly. His parents were naturally happy he had found an actual friend that wasn’t away, that wasn’t ganke, and that clearly made him so happy. In fact, Rio mentions how she’s never seen her son so happy to talk about somebody. She had teased him a few times, and although miles tried to deny it, both her and Jeff knew he liked you a little bit more than a friend should. Though, a little bit is a stretch. He liked you a LOT more than a friend should.

And man, when you finally met them. Ohhh boy.

Miles had tried to prevent it for so long, in fear his parents would embarrass him, even worse if they didn’t like you. But he had been delaying the inevitable long enough, and the time had finally came.

In the past, Rio had teased him about being in love. Of course, miles denied the fact. He had a crush sure, but love? That’s a lot, isn’t it?

But seeing you interact with his parents, getting along with them so well. Even with his dad?

He just can’t stop staring, and while normally Rio would be concerned, she simply walks over to her son with a knowing smile.

“I think Im in love.”

“I know, mijo”

Hobie had a rough day, to say the least. Being spiderpunk, spiderman, was tough. And as much as he complained about it, he was perfectly content with the way he went on living. Especially since it had given him the power to protect you, and fight for his beliefs.

But regardless it was sometimes a painful experience, being spiderman. The gash on his side wasn’t too huge, but was deep enough to cause him pain anytime he walked. Swinging around wasn’t much better.

He decided to swing by your place, since it was closer to him and while he hated the idea of bothering you while he was in this state, hated the idea of worrying you, he knew it was the best option if he wanted to get back to fighting as quick and as painless as possible.

He lets himself in through the window, as always. He walks over to your hunched over form at your desk, peeking over. “Biochem?” he asked aloud, and you, unbothered, simply nod. “Yknow you should really start locking the window sweets.” he says with a grin, and while you’d normally be annoyed by his remarks, you notice a strain in his voice that makes you look up at him.

You’re quick to stand up, “hobie! Jesus what happened to you!?” you said, ushering him into your bathroom so that you can get your first aid kit.

He sits down on the toilet, before shrugging. “Stuff..”

you’ve fixed him up before, but this was a little different. There was a change in your demeanor. It wasn’t out of this world for you to worry for him, but this felt vastly different this time around.

You were so kind, so gentle with him.

In his mind, he’s undeserving.

The warmth of your hands on him, was the only thing he could think about. Not even the pain of literally being stabbed could compare to how electrifying your touch felt.

Perhaps it was the blue led lighting in your bathroom or the loss of blood but, you looked so beautiful right now.

“I think I love you.” he whispers quietly, staring into your eyes.

Staring back, you can’t help but think you love this idiot too.

Pavitr is an idiot when it comes to romance, whether he likes to act like he’s good at it or not. He is not as smooth as he pretends to be. He realizes this anytime he tries to shoot his shot at you. He fumbles with his words and has to come up with some excuse as to why he needs to leave in that exact moment, immediately. Even pretending to flirt with his best friend, gayatri, doesn’t work. He does it so well with her, but when it comes to you he just cannot articulate his words. He finds himself totally lost.

It doesn’t take an idiot to figure out his feelings for you are strong, and that his feelings go deeper beyond friendship. You seem to be the only moron in all of mumbattan that hasn’t noticed, and he’s not sure if he’s grateful or in great agony.

One of the biggest reasons he was so obvious about how he liked you, was shown through how clingy he was. Physical affection is his love language, after all. But it goes beyond that, he always finds himself wanting to spend time with you. He even insists on walking you home even when his house is in the opposite direction, his excuse being that he wants you to get home safely despite being in broad daylight. It’s still a dangerous world out there, is his reasoning.

But it’s been so long since he last walked you home. When you were kids, he did it all the time. As you grew older, the tradition seemed to stick but as he became spiderman this occurrence became less frequent. It’s been months since he’s been able to do this.

The sun is bright, but it hits your face perfectly. And he can’t help but think you look like some ethereal god. Given his line of work, he doesn’t think it would be that weird if you were one.

He feels like he can’t breathe, and he doesn’t even realize its cause he’s way too focused on you, every little feature. Your hair, eyes, your nose, cheeks, mouth. Anything he could possibly look at on your face, he’s looking. He’s not listening to a word you’re saying, he watches your lips move but he cannot catch a damn thing. The grip he has on his bookbag becomes tighter, his face feels hot and he wants to say it’s because of the sun but he knows that’s not true. God, has your laugh always been so pleasant to the human ears? Or was that just him?

His lips move, before he even has a chance to stop the words from coming out, like word vomit.

“God I love you”

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qirarey123 · 6 months

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Finally made a proper character sheet for my spidersona 🩰💖

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xstarsmvxz · 9 months

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ➬ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

Hobie brown who has your face pushed so hard into the pillow you can hardly breathe. His lengthy cock pushing deep inside you before he drags it out once again, causing a lewd squelching sound to echo throughout his apartment room. You’re gasping for air, hoarse and whiny moans leaving your plump lips as he ruts into you, grabbing a handful of hair with one hand and with the other he grabs your wide hips for support. By the time the both of you have came too many times to count, he finally pulls out of your abused cunt, watching as a rope of thick white liquid mixed with yours slowly drips out of you and onto the sweat and cum stained sheets. Your ass stays stuck up in the air, your back arched and face still pushed hard into the soft pillow as you desperately try to catch your breath. “One more time.” He mutters before grabbing your hips and roughly taking you once again.

Miguel O’hara who has you bent over a desk in the spider hq, holding your hands behind your back as he strokes your hair with his free hand, telling you - no, demanding you to be quiet. You bite your bottom lip as you try to stifle your moans, only letting out small whimpers and breathy whines as the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin can be heard around the empty office. Your stretched pussy squelches with every thrust, juices dripping down Miguel’s cock as you push your ass further onto his pelvis, arching your back as if you’re trying to tease him even further. He mutters something along the lines of “you asked for this” before he firmly grabs your waist, roughly turning you over to face him before he plunges you back onto his cock, thrusting into you as if there’s no tomorrow as he toys with your sensitive nipple between his fingers.

aged up! Miles morales who honestly has no experience, letting you guide him as you wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face into his shoulder as you loudly moan, slowly riding his huge virgin cock. He’s letting out small whimpers and breathy moans into your ear, trying his very best to suppress the noises until you tell him not to stop and begin to bounce on his dick even faster, the sound of your ass clapping against his thighs can be heard as he leans against the gaming chair, throwing his head back as he lets out a pleasured moan, egging you on even further as you chase yours and his own release.

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T R A P S O U L

42!Miles x fem!OC

Part 3 of the 42!Miles x fem!OC series

WC: 779

You take two strangers and put them in random predicaments

Then you give them a soul, so they can make their own choices and live with it.

A year and 4 months later, those same strangers.

You make them meet again.

Inside his hideout.

Where one reaps his benefits.

And the other. Is begging for his life.

For his father’s life.

Then you start reminding them about that spider incident.

The collider incident.

Who would’ve thought that the Spiderman that outsmarted thousands of other Spiderman’s.

Would be from coincidence?

Because if The Spot never transported the radioactive spider from Earth 42 to Earth 1610.

Then Miles wouldn’t be Spiderman. His Uncle would be alive. His father would be dead.

And Miles Morales would be prowler.

Now here he was

Tied to a punching bag.

He couldn’t run.

Miles believed that it was always him versus the world.

Until he found out it was him versus The Spot. Then the spider society.

Then him versus himself.

Why?

He thought. He wanted to go home. To his mom. To his dad. He wanted to save his dad. That’s all he wanted.

Miles wanted to go home, back to his own dimension. Dimension 1610 Where his dad was alive, where his mom was alive. Where Harmony was alive.

He knew he wasn’t in the right dimension when his mom didn’t know who Spiderman was. As if her husband didn’t complain about the masked hero almost everyday.

But he didn’t. Not in this universe.

No.

He died. A year ago.

Along with Harmony.

And here he was.

In a prowler mask with chains hanging from his chest and weapons scattered around him.

He looked and sounded different.

He was different,

Why?

Because he lost everything.

All because of The Spot.

He lost his internship at Alchemex. He could’ve got into the University he wanted to get in.He probably still could. But he had different plans. More important matters.

He would’ve still had Harmony. He would’ve had his father there and not just a mural that was dedicated to him on some brick wall outside his apartment.

He would’ve had everything.

He wouldn’t have gotten dark. He wouldn’t have gone down the path he did just to help put food on the table.

Earth 42 Miles would’ve had everything.

While 1610 Miles would’ve had nothing.

Now because of The Spot. It was all changed.

“Please. If you don’t let me go our dad is gonna die-”

Before Miles could say anything else. His alternate cut his pleads short.

“Your dad.”

His braids swished from side to side. And his shoes squeaked as he stepped closer to look at himself. Miles’ suit was torn and he was bleeding from his abdomen. His face was bruised and cut. It looked like he went through hell and back. He looked terrified.

He was terrified.

“You’ve gotta let me go.”

His plea to go home fell against deaf ears.

It was getting old.

“Now why would I do that?”

Am I going to live or die?

Miles didn’t belong in this dimension. That much was obvious. He was glitching every hour. His alternate self didn’t care. He enjoyed the idea. He wanted him to be put through pain. The pain he went through. He wanted him to know how it felt.

Because truthfully

No one prayed for Miles on Earth 42.

And it led to him not wanting to be bothered. He felt like he was losing his patience. His focus. He felt like his friends were overrated. He just wanted to remove himself.

No feelings involved.

Because she’s gone.

Miles was willing to die for her and live for her.

He would kill for her. He did killed for her.

And now she was gone.

And it still hurt to wake up everyday and know that not only was he not going to hear his dad’s voice booming through the apartment, but that his girlfriend wasn’t going to be knocking on his door just to lay down in his bed and listen to music.

Pride was the death of them. And love was the end of her.

He believed in a perfect world, he would be perfect. He wouldn’t be insensitive.

As cold as December.

He wouldn’t have blamed her for the mistakes he made or the bed he laid in.

But they weren’t in a perfect world.

And he knew that.

He pointed the finger just to make a point.

At least he did now.

He could’ve done so much for himself. He could’ve had so much.

But all because someone took two strangers and put them in random predicaments.

Everything changed.

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pleaktale · 8 days

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(old) sketchbook pages d(^-^)

Melissa is my oc!

#hobie brown #spider punk #across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie spiderverse #drawing #astv miles #earth42 miles morales #miles morales #earth42 miles #bleak's drawings #oc x canon #into the spider verse #itsv #spiderverse fanart #sketchbook #sketches #gwen stacy #spider gwen

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soulntes · 8 months

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💌 : NEW MESSAGE FROM SOULNTES!

NEWS. . .

hello!

i'm here to announce that i am doing the avatar kinktober 31 days! i've been wanting to do one for a while now and i saw this challenge and thought of giving it a try during the first month. i'll be doing this while i'm writing my chapters for my stories so i can come up with new ideas to get away from writing blocks.

i will be writing mostly for my ocs, maybe i will think about doing it for a avatar x reader if i can and want. whatever smut included with my OCS and characters will be separate from the storyline.

i can't wait to post them on october!

love you!<3

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starz-mind · 8 months

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YIPPEE!!

Some self indulgent ghostflower to end my summer 🫶💚

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jhd4ev · 1 year

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my interests (because everyone asked so much) -> (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

🫧 writing (fanfics, novels, shorts, requests)

🫧 miles fairchild

🫧 finn wolfhard

🫧 the turning

🫧 reading

🫧 rain

🫧 stranger things

🫧 sleeping 🌝

🫧 listening to music

🫧 vanilla, hazelnut, or caramel coffee <3

#my interests #milesfairchild #miles fairchild x reader #miles x oc #miles x reader #finn wolfhard #the turning fanfic #the turning #stranger things #sleep #music #coffee #vanilla #hazelnut #caramel #reading #writing #writing requests #wattpad

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chaoticlicense · 9 months

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No More Than a Memory: Chapter 02

Chapter Summary: Miles surprises Skye with a very sweet, thoughtful birthday gift.

Word Count: 733

Tags: SFW, Miles Quaritch, Recom Miles Quaritch, Miles Quaritch x OC, Recom Miles Quaritch x OC, Female OC, AFAB OC, OC Assumed Dead, Flashback

AO3

Chapter 02

Previous Chapter

Before—Skye's POV

“Close your eyes, and open your mouth for me, sweetheart. I have something for you.”

Skye looks up at Miles from where she sits at the edge of her bed. Brows raise as she looks him up and down. Curiosity and suspicion come over her when her gaze returns to his. He raises a brow at her, expectant.

“It’s not going to be your dick, is it?” she asks, unable to hide the smile tugging at her lips.

Miles purses his lips, irritation behind his eyes as he grabs her chin. His hold is gentle yet firm enough to hold her in place.

“Just do it.”

She clears her throat and drops her smile before it grows wider. She knows full well what happens when she disobeys the colonel. As much as she enjoys his punishments, there’s something more enjoyable about doing what she’s told. Most of the time.

And so, without another word she allows her eyes to flutter closed and opens her mouth for him. He runs his thumb along her bottom lip, touch soft and warm. Miles hums a little as he presses the tip of his digit against her lip for but a second before taking it away. His warmth disappears. In its place is something sweet being placed on her tongue.

Miles gently closes her mouth, guiding her jaw until her lips meet. The sweetness melts in her mouth, coating her tongue in a familiar rich, creamy flavour. A flavour she had not experienced since long before she came to Pandora. Skye’s eyes fly open as she lets out an involuntary moan.

“Where did you get this? I haven’t had chocolate since…I don’t know how long.”

“Well, let’s just say being head of security here has its perks,” says Miles as he joins her on the edge of the bed. The mattress shifts as he puts his weight on it bringing them closer together.

As she swallows the piece of chocolate he gave her, she takes a breath and releases it with a deep sigh of satisfaction.

“That is the best thing I’ve tasted in a while,” she says.

Skye lifts her gaze to him to find him watching her. His eyes are soft, warm…oddly tender which is unlike him even when it’s just the two of them. And while unusual, she can’t help the flutter of heat in her lower belly that kicks in when she sees it.

“Here.” He holds out the rest of the bar to her. “Happy birthday.”

With a wide grin, she takes the bar and breaks it into pieces, handing him some. He takes it with a soft chuckle and pops it into his mouth. For the next little while, the two of them sit together enjoying the taste of such a rare treat.

She wonders how he got his hands on it but figures the ‘perks’ he mentioned had something to do with being relatively wealthy. And while she made a fair amount of money as an anthropologist working for Grace, she was careful with her money. Having very little of it back on earth, using it to buy even the simplest of pleasures like chocolate never occurred to her when she got to Pandora.

And somehow, knowing that Miles went out of his way to have some brought all the way back from Earth for her made the gesture far more meaningful.

When the chocolate disappears, savoured for mere seconds before being devoured by the two of them, Miles stands up again. Skye thinks for a moment that he means to leave but he goes to the chair at her desk where his jacket hangs over it and reaches into one of the pockets. From it, he pulls a black rectangular box.

He remains silent as he returns to her side and sits down. He hands her the box which, as she takes it, weighs more than she anticipates. She lifts the lid of the box to find a long stainless steel chain with two dog tags attached to it made from the same material. Upon further observation, as she takes the chain from the box, she finds her name engraved on one of the tags and a dragon engraved on the other.

“You’re now officially an honourary member of my squad,” he explains with half a smile.

“Miles…I-I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

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