#itsv headcanons

You think Aaron in Earth 42 sees Jefferson in Miles G? He sees that overtly serious young man his brother was in the way Miles has his back too straight, his smart mouth and sass resulting in funny comebacks and witty comments just like his brother used to do. You think he sees that same raw urge to help that Jeff had in his nephew's eyes? The sorta urge to help that'll get you killed? You think he sees Jefferson's mural and thinks about how Miles has the same forehead, the same eyes? Do you think he worries about the spark in Miles' eyes blowing out like Jeff's did? You think he sees Jeff as a lil boy again every time Miles comes back from a successful mission as the Prowler - so bright, like he's reaching too close to the sun?

You think Jeff thinks about his son and wants to tell Aaron, "He's so much like you. I don't want that." You think Aaron wants to tell Jeff the same about his nephew? You think deep down they want that more than anything? You think they see the other when they look in the mirror, when they look at Miles? You think they're hoping that Miles could be better than either of them, that he'll be just fine?

oh em gee, yes cooking it up right now 🙊🌱

noir groaned in response to your moan, feeling the intensity of your desire as you wrapped your legs around his waist. he wasted no time in removing his pants, freeing his hardened length. the air thickened with anticipation as he positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours.

with a slow yet deliberate motion, noir began to push himself inside you, his length filling you inch by inch. the feeling of his intimate intrusion mingled with the electric tension in the air, heightening the pleasure between you. he relished in the tightness and heat of your core as he sank deeper, his groans of pleasure echoing in the room.

as he buried himself completely, he paused for a moment, allowing both of you to adjust to the intimate connection. his hands grasped your hips, his grip firm and possessive as he readied himself. with a surge of lustful determination, he began to move, his hips grinding against yours in a steady rhythm.

each powerful thrust brought waves of ecstasy, his movements growing more intense with each passing second. the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans of pleasure mingling in a symphony of desire.

his lips sought out yours once again, claiming your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he poured his desire into every movement. the pleasure consumed both of you as he drove deep into you, his relentless pace pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

42!Miles who’s a big softie for his girlfriend, always admiring her, and I mean always.

42!Miles who would no hesitate to set his jacket on a wet stain of the fine tiles of the restaurant blocking the entry way.

42!Miles who would rent up a limo just to take his girlfriend to prom, making sure he has the people setting up a red carpet.

<He would have the best prom ask out and prom plan, prove me wrong>

42!Miles who notice other guys staring, takes your chin between his index and thumb pressing a firm kiss to your lips

Black/Latina!Reader

42!Miles who loves seeing you bond with mama rio over the sunset and beach that are of Puerto Rico.

42!Miles who buys you trinkets of your country and buys some for himself as a reminder of you.

42!Miles who loves when you batch his twin braids on a day he goes out to ply street basketball with his middle school friends.

42!Miles who asks his barber to integrate your initial into his fade with a heart.

42!Miles who convives your mom and as well as his mom to let ya dorm together.

42!Miles who can’t stand the thought of you not give him attention when one of your fanboy/fan girls come up to you.

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Jeff: Aaron...

Aaron: I just came here for the goods , bro

HELLOOOOO ANON !! <33 thank you so much, i'm glad you liked it :> and WILL DO !!

spider noir with a drunk reader

"oh, boy, what'd you get yourself into this time, dearest?"

he'd've come immediately when he was called by your friend or the bartender once they noticed you in... this state.

if you hadn't come with friends, it'd've taken the bartenders a while before they could get a hold of his number, peter would have to call you first before you could tell the bartenders in a slurred voice to call him.

when he sees you all drunk, happy, and wobbly, he'd rush to your side immediately when he senses you're about to lose balance and fall.

he'd get mad when he heard about it, but when he saw you, and heard you say you missed him, how much you loved him... his anger melted away and now, he's just relieved you weren't put in any danger.

"i thought you said you'd come home after the first two swigs, you promised me. ...ah, well, i'm coming with you next time. i'll make sure you keep your promise while i'm there, dear."

when he does end up coming with you and you still get overboard and drunk, HE SAYS "darn it" AND TAKES A DRINK HIMSELF.

when he sees a guy trying to hit on you or do worse with you while inebriated, he immediately steps into action and gets in between you two.

"i told you... they're mine. they're uninterested, and they're mine. right, love?" and in your drunken stupor, you fall asleep against his shoulder and mumble his name, which melts away some of his defensiveness and anger, but he still wants to kick the shit out that guy for you.

when he drives you home, he has all the essentials; meds, plastic bags, water, crackers, and the music that calms you down as you both drive.

one time when he was buckling your seat belt, you held on to his wrist, looked at him in the eye, giggled, and told him, "oh, my husband's gonna be so mad... i got in a car with a total knockout. say, handsome, why're you... so nerdy looking? man, you look... a lot like pete..." then you fall asleep.

when he takes you to bed, you insist you can't sleep with a hot stranger who's a nerd because you're married and you love peter.

"sorry, hot nerd... i can't. peter's... peter's waiting at--at home for me. i gotta... get home... to our bed. then tell him... i love him... and kiss his... nerdy ass face..."

"oh, love... i love you, too" he said as he tucks you into bed and kisses you, with you blushing, giggling and mumbling his name as you sleep.

a/n: IN SHORT, HE'S A GENTLEMAN AND ALWAYS WILL BE FOR YOU EVEN IF YOU DISOBEY HIM <333 HE'S THE STANDARD NEXT TO PAV OKKKKK

Hobie's siblings like to tease him about his crush on Miles Morales.

Miles would totally bring baby Billie to the Spider headquarters.

But if that happens, it's after he revealed his identity to his parents and about the Spider Society, and then he asks permission if he can bring Billie.

It was a yes, but he has to watch her at all times.

Spider-Nurse, aka Rio Morales, gets to meet her daughter from another dimension.

Mayday & Billie have a lot of playdates.

Now if Jefferson, Peter B., and Gwen Stacy's dad ever get to meet each other, it's total chaos for their kids; there are a lot of dad jokes, them boasting about their kids, and so much more, like a lot of dad stuff.

Some Spider-people, Miles and his friends included, always wish Spider-Nurse a happy Mother's Day.

Bonus round pride headcanons🏳️‍🌈

Miles is Pansexual he/they

Hobie Brown is Unlabeled Agender Genderfluid She/They/It/He

Pavitr is an ally but his girlfriend is definitely pansexual

Peter B Parker and MJ are B1i4Bi & T4T

Giving you guys some content whilst Labyrinth is still in process !

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IN-A-RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS:

• Miles would be the typa guy that gets super concerned whenever you're out alone without him, texting you every 10 minutes like a worried mom.

Miles: “BABY ARE YOU OKAY??”

You: Yeah i'm just out with my friends, don't worry!

Miles: “ALRIGHT TEXT ME WHEN U WANT ME TO PICK U UPP, ILY AND STAY SAFE PLS ❤️”

• At the first months and weeks of your relationship, he isn't as clingy as he doesn't wanna pressure you too much, but when the two of you have been together for a long time, he starts to get a little clingy.

• If you have pets with him he will absolutely cherish and treat the pet like its his child, even purchasing a stroller for it when you walk around malls!

• Buys the two of you matching sneakers, he just thinks they're stylish and cute.

• Words of affection, quality time, and acts of service are his main love languages.

• Sketches you from time to time, if you take a peek at his sketch book, you find doodles of you and beautiful sketched portraits.

• Sometimes when you're not with him, he gets bored and goes to put up a graffiti with you on some places, and at some point, you see the graffiti, taking a picture of it and asking if its him (ofc it is)

• When he first had a crush on you, you could notice he was always a bit nervous to talk to you.

Miles: “Yo...! Um.... You got a pen...?” He says with obvious unease and anxiety.

• Babbles to Ganke Lee about how amazing you are and all your best qualities, sometimes he rambles for so long Ganke is sleeping on his gaming chair.

Miles: “They're so adorable and I love the way they hold me and I love their hands, I love their eyes and I love-”

Ganke: *snoring his ass out*

• If you know he's Spider-Man, sometimes he knocks at your window to your room when he gets the sudden urge to visit you.

BEST FRIENDS HEADCANONS:

• A cool best friend to be with, sometimes he lets you decorate his skateboard and takes you to paint graffiti with him.

• He tells you EVERYTHING, even gossips he overhears.

Miles: “Did you know what Peter did-”

You: “No I did not know what Peter did.”

• You know his deepest darkest secrets, and it was he accidentally painted on a cat while he was out painting graffiti and his dad saw the cat.

Jeff (Miles' dad): “I saw a cat on the road and I was like ‘oh a cat’ and it turned... there was some spray paint on its ass...”

Miles: *chuckles nervously* “wow dad... What an odd discovery...”

• It's always a blast having sleepovers with him, if you're an artist, he challenges you to an art battle, and if you're much of a gamer, he challenges you to with him.

• If you can play an instrument, he requests you to play his favorite songs sometimes, and even posts you on his insta.

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✧.* Am I seriously writing this at 1 in the morning, just because of a random burst of energy? Yes, yes I am

✧.* Anyways, WELCOME TO THE FIRST PART OF THE NEW SPIDER NOIR SERIES RAHHHH

✧.* This isn’t a request, but an idea that I came up with on my own (surprisingly)

✧.* Ok so, you guys remember that one Tarzan scene where he’s teaching Jane how to vine swing for the first time, and she really enjoys it, and then the two swing around each other until they’re really close and are abt to kiss?

✧.* BRO. YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT I’M ABOUT TO WRITE.

✧.* Here’s Spider Noir teaching their lover how to swing for the very first time, and the fun experience suddenly turns very tender and intimate 💔💔💔 (reader is gender neutral 🫶🏻

When you looked down from the large building you stood atop of into the bustling streets below, you began to question yourself— why did you ever ask Peter to teach you how to swing?

Sure, it looked fun when Peter did it as Spider Noir. When you were watching from a distance. On solid ground. With absolutely zero chance of falling onto the pavement and dying. “Peter, are you sure this is safe? Surely it’s too windy to be doing this… right?” You asked, pulling your eyes away from the ground far below and instead focusing on Peter.

He was right at your side, delicately holding your wrist while he slid one of his spare web shooters on it. Peter lifted his head up, and you could just tell that he wore one of his signature, cheeky smiles under the mask. “Of course it’s safe, darling. I do it everyday, after all.” Peter reassured you with a soft chuckle. “Don’t tell me you’re starting to second guess doing this, especially with how much you badgered me over the past couple of days to teach you.”

You grimaced, all of the times you pestered Peter about this matter returning to your mind. “Of course not— I was just making sure the conditions weren’t hazardous so that you could keep up with me.” “Still as feisty as ever, angel. Even when you’re scared out of your mind.” He stepped away from you after a moment, hands on his hips as he looked towards the buildings ahead.

“Remember what we said?” Peter asked, and you nodded your head while glancing down at the web shooter. “Swing, release, repeat.” “Atta girl.” Letting out a nervous sigh, you turn towards the the city before you. ‘I can do this…’ You thought, pointing your wrist in the direction you wanted to swing. Right as you were about to press the button, Peter stopped you by placing his gloved hand gently on your shoulder.

“Doll… you know you don’t have to do this, right? If it truly scares you that much, I won’t stop you from shying away.” A smile began to form on your face from your lover’s reassuring words. “I know. But I want to.” You told him, stepping closer to the edge. “Uhm… you’ll catch me though if I fall, right?” That got a chuckle out of him, easing your nerves just a bit more.

“Of course I will hun. Now come on, you got this. All it takes is a leap of faith, and soon you’ll be cruising through the city.” Peter encouraged you, taking a step forward along with you. “I can do the leaping part, but right now, I have little to no faith in surviving this experience. But having faith in the web snapping? Absolutely.” “If you don’t swing now, i’m going to pick you up and swing myself.”

You scowled at him, biting back the snarky comments that were beginning to form in your throat. ‘Just a leap of faith…’ Aiming to the closest building, you pressed the button of the web shooter and a web string shot forward, sticking to one of the large windows.

You gave the web a little tug, biting your lip while grasping the string of web with your other hand. Letting out a shaky breath, you ran forward before you could have any more doubtful thoughts and jumped. Your breath quickly morphed into a scream, and your grip on the thread turned knuckle white.

“Don’t forget to release and aim for the next place you want to swing to!” Peter called from above, shooting a web of his own and swinging after you. You were too scared to even yell back. But you weren’t too scared to think. You waited until the last second (mainly because you didn’t want to lose the only support you had for even a second) before releasing the web you hung onto.

Peter was by your side in seconds, ready to catch you if need be. “Look to where you want your web to hit, honey. I know it’s hard, but you have to do it for me, okay?” You managed to nod your head, lifting your arm upward while free falling over the city. Quickly pressing and holding the button, another web shot out and (thankfully) stuck to the place where you wanted to swing.

Almost immediately you were jerked forward, and a half gleeful and half terrified laugh escaped your lips when you realized you weren’t falling any more. “P-Peter, look! I’m doing it!” You shouted over the wind, letting out another laugh as you released the web before shooting out another one. Peter let out another laugh, now swinging at your side. “I see that honey! Keep going!”

He watched with pride as you swung from building to building. Not effortlessly, but who cares? You were doing it! Peter felt his heart flutter from each ecstatic laugh that escaped you, and how your eyes crinkled when you did. It was the little things he loved about you— both the good and the bad.

Peter never once stopped staring at you, not even when the two of you were rapidly approaching a bridge. When his web stuck to the bottom of it, he didn’t bother shooting another one. Peter hung to his web, gently swaying due to the wind as he watched you with eyes full of adoration and love.

The full moon took its place behind you two as it lit up the night sky with its bright glow, setting the mood even further as you swung around Peter under the bridge, only then noticing how his eyes— or rather, his goggles— followed you. Your smile softened, and you held onto your current web as your circles around him slowed with each one that passed.

It didn’t take long until you were at a complete stop, hanging onto your web right in front of him. Peter reached towards you, his gloved hand gently caressing your face before whispering “You’re absolutely breathtaking, darling.” You leaned into his touch, his words only making the butterflies in your stomach worse.

With your free hand, you reached towards his face and gently grasped the bottom of Peter’s mask, pulling it up just enough for his lips to be exposed. “I love you, Peter.” And after those words were said, you leaned forward and gently pressed your lips against his. A heat began to rise up Peter’s neck, and he didn’t waste any time to tenderly kiss you back.

The moon seemed to glow even brighter during this intimate moment, outlining yours and Peter’s figures and casting a shadow onto the ground below you. You two took your time, only breaking the kiss when both of you were out of breath. And even then, neither of you fully separated. Peter’s nose lightly bumped into yours, causing you to quietly giggle against his lips.

God, what a night.