spiderverse thoughts under the cut cause. holy fuck. spoilers abviously
• one of the best movies i have ever seen. legitimately. having a hard time forming coherent thoughts about it right now
• shameik moore’s voice acting is phenomenal. out of this world. you can feel every ounce of miles’s emotions through his performance
• SO MANY REFERENCES!!! off the top of my head: andrew garfield’s spiderman, toby maguire’s spiderman, donald glover as the prowler, ps4 spiderman, animated tasm spiderman, PS2 SPIDERMAN!!!!!
• about the love triangle. it wasnt as big of a thing as everyone was afraid it was gonna be (thank god) and it seemed like hobie had no interest in gwen at all really?? (in fact he seemed more interested in miles but i DIGRESS—) like he really just seemed like a friend to her but because miles is 15 and like. in love he overthinks things. small win for the love triangle hater community (me)
• on that note. hobie. fucking. brown. the way he’s animated was nuts, he was so unique yet he fit right in with the rest of the cast. his characterization, the anarchism, his lil quips, him and mayday?? and the way he helped miles go against miguel and eventually helped gwen too?? i cannot WAIT to see him in beyond the spiderverse
• PENI IS BACK!!!! AND SHE GOT A NEW BOT!!!!
• miles being the original anomaly omg. it makes so much sense but i NEVER would have guessed that’s part of why everyone hates him (also i KNEW the hunt for miles would have something to do with jefferson’s death. i have receipts that i predicted that MONTHS AGO!!!!)
• they knew what they were doing when they designed miguel ohhhhhmygod. also i hope we get to see more of his vampire qualities in beyond the spiderverse
• THE BEYOND THE SPIDERVERSE SQUAD IS SO SICK. gwen, peter b (and mayday), pavitr, hobie, spider-byte, spider-noir, spider-ham, and peni!!!!! THE COOLEST SPIDER PEOPLE
• literally cant wait for beyond the spiderverse. it might kill me to wait for beyond the spiderverse
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Breakfast in Bed
𓂅 𓄹 Summary: Miguel wakes you up to breakfast in bed.
𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader
18+. Lactation + breastfeeding kink. Fangs. Hungry Miguel. Also an unexpected lesson in Biology from yours truly. Loosely based on this ask.
By the time your eyes fluttered open to the faint light that poured through the blinds, you realised you were in a bit of a predicament.
1. You had woken up with a throaty moan.
2. Your clit was suddenly pulsing lightly.
3. A very much naked Miguel O’Hara was on top of you, latching greedily around one nipple.
“Good morning to you, too,” you giggled with a yawn, stretching out your arms and legs under him.
A pair of half-hooded crimson eyes met yours. You could get lost in those, especially that look on his handsome face. It was such an ego booster to have Miguel O’hara being so needy for you in the bedroom.
“Is this your definition of breakfast in bed?” you asked as you reached out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead.
Miguel was also extremely greedy.
He didn’t let go of your nipple until you arched into him with a sigh.
Two strong and broad arms lifted him from your breast, so he could hover above you with a devious grin, lips dripping with milk as the faint tips of his fangs peeked through.
“You do know I can sense your heart rate,” he said in a low voice, lowering his face to have droplets of milk drip onto your lips. “Go on… taste yourself,” he whispered.
Your heart skipped a beat. Or several. You couldn’t be sure. Reflexively, you allowed your tongue to swipe along your lower lip to collect the droplets of your own sweet milk.
Miguel smirked as he settled between your legs, and you gasped as his cock settled between your already wet folds.
“Don’t be greedy and drink all of it,” you teased.
He pressed a trail of wet kisses along your cheek until he reached your ear. “The more milk I drink, the more you’ll produce,” he said. “So you do need me to be greedy.”
Ah, of course. A masterclass in Biology from Miguel O’Hara himself. What more could one ask for? But what truly made your insides melt in adoration was the fact that he was absolutely correct.
“A lesson in Biology this early in the morning?”
He let out a strained grunt, moving his body down along yours again, pressing hungry kisses across one breast, deliberately avoiding the nipple.
You gasped lowly as his cock began to slide at an excruciatingly slow pace.
“Milk production is directly tied to stimuli,” he went on in between kisses. “We have - need to increase that rush of oxytocin and prolactin.”
Although his words were true, you couldn’t help but to giggle. “Oh, so this is just you being purely altruistic, hm?”
He hummed against your warm skin, the underside of his cock dragging deliciously against your swollen clit.
“You’re just making sure our daughter has enough supply.”
“Of course,” he said as his tongue lapped at your nipple to taste the beads that poured from it. “Father of the year.”
This man would be the death of you. In just under five minutes he had managed to get you closer and closer to the edge with just how smug he could be.
“Indeed…” you moaned approvingly.
One hand came to squeeze your other breast and he quickly moved to the side to latch on to it with blinding hunger. Your hands flew to his hair and you kept swaying your hips against his cock, feeling strings of precum pool against your clit.
Your fingers clenched around locks of his hair for support.
“Always so selfless,” you said, knowing that praise was still the easiest and quickest way to both his heart and cock alike. “What would be of us without you?”
He picked up on your teasing tone and two fangs began to poke gently at your senstive skin.
He was good. Too good.
But life had a way of being ironic, and the baby monitor suddenly lit up, alerting both of you that your baby daughter had woken up.
Miguel grunted against you, reluctantly tearing himself from your swollen nipple, milk pouring from the corners of his mouth and down his chin and neck. You glanced down to where his cock had settled between your folds, knowing fully well he was beyond annoyed that this session was cut short.
Even through the haze of pleasure, you managed to laugh, caressing a flushed cheek. “Go on, Miguel. Go be father of the year.”
You using his own words against him had him mumble a string of profanities in Spanish.
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