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vintagexherry · 8 months

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Too Handsome

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

//Pools, jealousy, smut, rough sex, swearing, marking, minor orignal characters.

A/N: Ain't gonna lie. The guy on the pic almost looks like comic Miguel

Everyone can agree that Miguel O'Hara is one attractive man.

With his muscles, he can carry you in one arm and the groceries on the other effortlessly.

With his scowl, it strangely adds to the allure, but when he smiles, it doubles.

With his deep voice, he can make anything sound melodious yet seductive anytime.

With his height, he can grab anything out of your reach, especially when it comes to you cooking, and you can't get that one seasoning from the cabinet.

With his looks, he can make anyone fold.

Anyone especially in this pool party.

One of the moms you've met when picking up Gabi and Mateo from school has arranged a pool party for both the kids and parents.

The dads, including Miguel, help each other out when preparing the barbeque, and you can't help but ogle at Miguel when his muscles bulge when carrying a bag or charcoal to the barbeque grill.

But you know as hell that you're not the only one ogling.

While you watch Gabi and Mateo play with the other kids, you also see the mom who invited you with other moms who whisper and giggle at each other while watching Miguel converse with the other dads, occasionally turning a kebab around in the grill.

You can't blame them, Miguel is handsome.

But also married.

To you, to be exact.

Aren't these women also married?

Your attention was driven away when you noticed Miguel approaching you with a meat kebab on one hand.

"Mi vida, try it," he said as he lent you a kebab freshly off the barbeque, and you could smell the aroma of mixed spices.

You accepted the kebab and blew on it to cool it off. Within the first bite, you immediately melted from the taste.

"Judging by your looks, I say you enjoyed it." Miguel chuckled.

"Enjoyed and love it, It's really good!"

With that, he notified you that food is almost gonna be ready and you nodded, ready to call the kids.

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After eating, the kids wanted to play a little more before going home. You wanted to softly reject their request, but Miguel said maybe it would be good to drain their energy.

With that, he let the kids play with each other while he sunk his lower half into the pool with sunglasses on. And if he wasn't hot earlier, he definitely is hotter now.

Water was dripping from his muscled back, which was facing you.

You shook your head and focused on fixing and packing up things.

While you gather and pack the water toys. You don't notice that somebody seemed to take this chance to slip by and sit by the pool next to Miguel.

"So, Mr.O'Hara, I presume?"

Miguel turned his head to face a woman, the same age as you, wearing a halter type swimwear.

He recognizes the woman, knowing from school pick-ups time to time.

He also knows this woman recently got divorced last week as much as he remembers from your gossip talk to him.

And her approaching him doesn't mean good news, and he knows shit that she isn't only gonna ask his name.

But he decided to still be polite.

"Yes, that's me. May I help you?" he replied

The woman ignored his question and put out a hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you, I'm Emma".

In return, he ignored her handshake.

"Nice to meet you too, May I help you?" He tried asking again.

Emma seemed to take the hint and put down her hand.

"Well, I was just hoping you would come by my place next week with other parents, I recently got this champagne overseas, and I wanted to share."

Champagne? That sounds nice. He hasn't had one in a long time, especially during and after your pregnancy.

"That's sounds nice, I'll see if Y/N-" Before he could even finish your name, she interrupted him by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh no, no, I uh- I don't really wanna bother her, I'm sure she's tire-" He didn't let her finish since he shrugged her hand off her shoulder.

"Then I have to decline." he stated firmly, already lost interest in the champagne and also slowly losing patience over the woman.

"Oh but-"

"He said no"

Miguel and Emma swiftly turned around to see you approaching him.

And he tried holding himself back from nosebleeding, since normally with his height he would look down on you, but now, with his point of view from the pool you look nothing but sexy.

The sun made your skin shin, and the swim suit.

god damn the motherfucking swimsuit.

Before leaving the house he tried to convince you that maybe both you can just decline the pool party invitation and just have fun on your own, but he can't say no since his kids are too cute to deny.

Emma was holding herself back from slapping you. She enjoyed being able to talk to your husband alone.

She forced a smile. "Y/N! I was just about to inv- "

"Sorry, I have to decline too, Miguel and I are kinda busy in the next few weeks," you lied, but if it meant for this woman to leave your man alone, then so be it.

With that, Emma finally got the hint and left, and Miguel can't help but admit your hot when you're jealous.

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Hours later, you and Miguel arrived home, Miguel carrying the sleeping twins to their bedroom while you unpacked the bags.

After some time, you also felt sleepy, especially the entire fiasco with Emma, but Miguel has different plans.

"So, busy you say?" Miguel asked you as he watched prepare for an afternoon nap.

"H-huh? Oh! Well....In my defence, she was getting annoying."

Miguel chuckled at you.

"Have I told you how amazing you look when you're jealous and wearing the swimsuit? You drive me crazy bonita."

Miguel started gliding his hand up to your legs.

"Miguel" You whispered softly, knowing where this is leading. "Kids are sleepin"

Miguel looked at you and smirked.

"Well then, I'm sure we'll figure something out."

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Miguel pushed your head into the pillow as you moaned his name.

"Th-that's it mi vida ughhh" Miguel thrusted into you harder, making the bed squeak.

"Mig- Mi-" You could'nt form a sentence with how much your spot is getting abused again and again.

Miguel couldn't be careless as he let go of your head and guided both his hands to hold at your hips, letting him have complete control.

"fffuckk, that's it- shit your amazing," Miguel praised, but no words process to you since you can't focus on anything but the pleasure your feeling.

You felt something growing tighten inside you.

"Mi-Miggy- Im...Im gonna-"

Before you reach your peak, Miguel took his cock out and flip you, making you face him, before you could protest his large hand covered your mouth as he thrusted again into you harshly.

He continued his rough pace while you screamed and moaned into his hand.

He thrusted again and again until Miguel felt you tighten, making his hip stutter.

"ughhOh shit- FUCK Y/N"

You both moaned, although yours muffled.

Your body shook from the force of your orgasm and you felt warm liquid fill you.

Miguel let his hand fall from your drool slicked lips and kissed you.

You moaned from the kiss, feeling sensitive even from the slightest touch.

Miguel layed down next to you.

"Well... That was way better than any champagne anyone could offer."

You chuckled as his words, and with that, you both slept in each other's arms.

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As you waited for Gabi and Mateo to come out, Miguel watched you from the car.

"Mama!"

"Mami!!"

You heard voices and saw two beautiful children run up to you with smiles on their face.

They didn't waste time tackling your legs for a hug.

You chuckle from their energy.

They turned around and waved to a friend, you look up and see that it's a boy with wavy black hair.

And next to him none other than Emma, who didn't look at you directly at the face, more like the marks that are almost visible littered around your neck.

You notice her gaze and you couldn't help but smiled.

"Are those?..."

"Sorry, me and Miguel got a little busy, y'know how it is."

With that, you let the kids wave goodbye one last time and head for the car.

As you got you and the kids, Miguel started to drive while he put a hand on your thigh.

"Busy, huh?" He smirked while he glanced at you, and you chuckled.

"Yea, busy."

The End

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mariees-love · 5 months

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thinking abt possessive miggy ♥️ NSFW

possessive miggy who after days of your begging decides to go clubbing with you despite him not wanting too

possessive miggy who starts to get hard after seeing you in his s favorite dress or yours, a short red bodycon dress, but started to pout when he realized other men will be able to see you tonight

possessive miggy who was so pouty throughout the night, who thought it was embarrassing to have his girl out dancing like a slut

possessive miggy who isn’t one to put up with brats, so when you decided to show him attitude he had to quickly take you into the bathroom to show you some manners

possessive miggy who almost ripped the dress off of you in a hurried attempt to get to your core

possessive miggy who didn’t care for your attempts to be quiet and when you put your hand on your mouth so no one would here you 2 he grabbed both of them and put them behind your back

possessive miggy who rushed you home so he could really teach you

#mariees love #spiderman atsv x reader #spiderman atsv x black reader #spiderman atsv x black!reader #atsv x black reader #atsv x reader #atsv smut #miggy #miguel o’hara smut #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel ohara x reader #atsv x you

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politemenacephd · 3 months

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Arachnophilia: Part Thirteen

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Content: Drider!Mig angst, mutual pining, hurt + comfort.

Word count: 3600

Notes: The pain starts now, buckle in. Also I'm thinking going forward of adding more rivalry stuff w the Miguel's and also maaybbeee some voyeurism with them spesifically, if anyones up for that lemme know

For the entire walk back, you were both completely silent. He crawled into the nest and dropped you down on the bed, gentle but firm, and then immediately crawled back out to prepare for the storm. He didn’t give you a chance to call him back.

In this rigid isolation, you were forced to pace about the darkening room as he shuttered the place down. He was true to his word, ensuring that the windows and doors were fully covered and that there were no leaks. He was still making sure you were safe and warm, something you did appreciate, but his continued refusal to speak was becoming hard to cope with.

You paced, and paced, listening to the rain get harder and harder. In the distance you heard thunder crack. It was like white noise, overpowering all of your attempts to hear your own thoughts, weighing on your mind and soul.

Eventually you simply couldn’t pace any longer and slumped down onto the mattress to think.

You just couldn’t get over this order 1675.

You didn’t want to be afraid. You didn’t want to doubt him. Really, truly, you didn’t. But, how were you supposed to feel about this? He’d said he had no interaction with the HQ. He’d said he was just out here, alone. How was that possible if this order 1675 thing was also true? How well did you really know him? And what was so important that Miguel, despite being desperate to bring it up, was legally unable to?

You’d known him for a while, but, had you ever really discussed his past? Now that you were thinking about it, you really hadn’t.

It was hard to stop your mind from wandering to unsavoury places, the worst possible places. You didn’t want to sit here, wallowing in fear. You cared about this man. You’d given him so much, and he’d given you just as much if not more. You wanted to trust him.

When Mig eventually re-entered the nest he was soaking wet, and had to physically shake his body dry. He ensured the door was shut before slumping down onto the dry silk floor, and suddenly you were alone, just the two of you here with the rain howling outside.

‘Mig?’

The mention of his name made him bristle and freeze. He was hiding his face, something that you weren’t used to him doing.

‘Mig… What did he mean?’ you asked softly.

Again, silence. You saw Mig gently clenching and unclenching his fists.

‘What are you referring too?’ he murmured back.

‘The um- the section 1675, thing. That they couldn’t talk about.’

‘I… I can’t, talk about it, arañita.’

You squished your lips together and shuffled with discomfort. ‘You said… that you met Miguel, once, to be recruited. You said he was territorial, and left. You never said you had any other engagement with the society.’

When Miguel turned it was slow. In the dark of the storm only half his face was lit, his fiery red eye flickering as the lamplight danced.

‘I did.’

You were shocked to see that his blunt but neutral face was gone, faded away to reveal something deeply troubled beneath. You'd never seen those gaunt lines beneath his eyes before. He looked cold.

‘You- did you, lie?’ you croaked.

‘No’ he said, blunt as ever. ‘No. That was just, the partial truth.’

‘Can… Can I know the full truth?’

You were trying to be gentle with your words, but it was hard to not sound concerned. You saw his red eye narrow, and in the dark it was hard to tell if it was out of anger or pain.

‘It- I don’t, know, how’ he said. He sounded like it hurt to talk. ‘It happened a long time ago, arañita. They signed a deal saying that it would be stricken from my record. That’s what 1675 means, it’s the process for wiping an incident so it can’t be used in the future because the person was exonerated. Miguel- wanted to bring it up to, well, punish me I suppose, but it meant he couldn’t.’

‘Okay, just… I’m just, asking then, what was it?’

Again, Mig went still. He went silent. A good five minutes passed without either of you saying a word.

‘You really won’t tell me anything?’ you whispered.

You watched as Mig turned to face you fully. The pounding rain created an oppressive air, especially combined with the overwhelming darkness. His eyes were the only clear part of his face, their red light crudely illuminating his sharp features.

He didn’t speak, but he did move. To your surprise he suddenly rose up and began walking towards you.

‘Mig, I just- I want to know—’

He reached out to grab you, and then he stopped. You froze in his grip.

He’d put just a single hand beneath your head, cupping it to his chest. You felt his heart beating irregularly beneath his hefty ribs, his breath coming in shaky fragmented gulps.

‘I’m sorry’ he murmured.

‘Mig, what- what are you sorry for?’

‘I forgot.’

Those two words brought your awkward attempt at consolation to a halt. When you looked up and spied his face through the dark, he wasn’t looking at you. He was looking at nothing, perhaps seeing something you couldn’t see.

‘I forgot what I am’ he breathed. It sounded painful, like each intake of breath was burning.

‘Mig?’

‘Arañita, I can’t lie to you’ Mig whispered. ‘I can’t. You know that. So if you ask me, I will tell you it all. I need you to know that.’

Those words were so eerily in this context. Did you want to know? Did you need to know? You hated yourself for it, but, you did.

‘Yes’ you breathed. ‘I… I am asking you, please, Mig, to tell me.’

You felt him shudder. Despite his reservations, his fears, he was still honest to a fault. He spoke.

‘I… Arañita, I-I killed someone.’

You stared straight ahead as silence fell. You didn’t know how to respond. Really, how could you respond?

‘I’m sorry’ he rasped. You saw his eyes filling to the brim, causing the red of his eyes to dance. ‘I’m so sorry.’

‘Mig…?’ You whispered his name, letting it hang in the air as you both trembled in unison.

You were waiting, praying, for an explanation. You were praying for something. Anything. Surely, Mig had a reason, right? There had to be more to this?

For a fleeting second, your body tensed. For a single, fleeting second, you realized you were scared of him. You prayed to not be.

‘Mig, what- what happened?’ you croaked.

You could feel his heartbeat speeding up in his chest, hammering like a frightened bird in a cage. ‘I-I didn’t want to do it’ he gasped, ‘I didn’t- I swear. It- was someone, very close to me, and—’

‘It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m listening’ you said, trying in vain to reassure yourself. He took a moment to collect himself before continuing.

‘They- When I was changed, at Alchemax, it was- chaos. Someone had sabotaged the genetic splicing machine to kill me. I wasn’t supposed to survive. I certainly wasn’t supposed to be- this. This, monster. I was scared of myself, I didn’t know what to do or how to fix it. I was panicking. So… so, I went to someone I thought I could trust. I thought they would- I thought, they would help, because they’d always helped me before, but... I couldn’t talk them down, I couldn’t—’

He paused to breath in deep, his breath rattling his chest.

‘I—I tried, arañita I swear on my soul I tried, but they were too scared. They could never get passed what they saw in front of them. They didn't see- me, anymore. It was like I was dead already. They tried to kill me, the- they grabbed a gun, from a drawer, and my body- reacted. I tried to just turn the gun away but their finger was already pulling and—it hit them.’

You exhaled slowly, releasing a breath you’d been holding for far too long. ‘So- it was, self-defence?’ you murmured.

‘Yes. Technically, it was self-defence’ he said with a heavy swallow.

‘And… Miguel was going to use that against you?’ you asked in disbelief. ‘Why? Why would he do that?’

Mig tensed to a painful degree. Something seemed to be flashing over his eyes. It was a memory, old and worn, of someone whose face he was forgetting. Like a painting in water, its colour slowly seeping away, he clung to those remnants. You felt him shake.

‘It was m—mm… Mmm.’ He screwed up his eyes tight. ‘The person, I killed, w… The person I killed was my fiancé, at the time. Her name was, Dana.’

The rain roared overhead, screaming like a beast. It shook the nest a little as the wind ripped through the trees. Miguel looked haunted.

‘I should have called my brother’ he whispered. ‘I—I shouldn’t have answered her call. I was meant to call my brother. I should have… I should have—’

‘Hey, shh. It’s okay.’ You tried to reassure him by taking his hand, letting him feel each one of your fingers to keep him grounded. ‘We can stop, but- I’m here. If you want to keep going. It’s okay.’

It took a moment, but you felt him settle.

‘The- the spider society found me not long after it happened’ he said, continuing in a trance. ‘Miguel had been planning to recruit me when he’d seen my change, hoping to have another version of him around, but… he found, me. And he found her.’

His eyes glazed over as those long-repressed memories crept across his mind like tar, an inescapable choking flood of remorse. He saw the blood on the carpet, the blood on his talons as he plugged the wound, his variants face when he realized what he’d done. It took your gentle face taps to draw him back to the present moment.

‘Mig?’ you whispered. He shuddered a gasp and tried to continue.

‘Me and Miguel… Our lives, before the splice, were almost identical. Same job, same parents, same body, and same- same, fiancé. His version of Dana just left after he changed, after he found out about his past, but mine…’

Mig paused again to avoid cracking. You kept your hands on his stomach, slowly rubbing over the fine contours of his muscles to keep him grounded.

‘He was disgusted by me, but he was still sympathetic, in a way’ Mig said. ‘I think I just proved him right about his own tendencies. I was exonerated by the society, on self-defence, and it was stricken from any record so long as I agreed to stay away from other people, so… so they didn’t get, hurt, out of- fear.’

‘Mig, that—’ You couldn’t even get the words out. It horrified you. He was almost murdered because his body scared someone he’d trusted, and he was then told to isolate? To remove himself, so he didn’t tempt anyone to try and murder him again?

‘I was exonerated, but… Arañita, I killed someone to keep living. Someone- better than me. Someone with a life, with- love and aspiration and family, and—why? Why did I survive?’

Even with your touch grounding him in the moment he was continuing the spiral. He couldn’t stop his memories from seeping into his vision. He couldn’t stop seeing the same wound on your side, or the blood on his claws.

‘I forgot…’

Mig choked back the urge to crack. Oh god. Was Miguel right?

Was this, right? No. No. In that moment, the reality of it all hit him like a bullet to the gut.

He’d been deluding himself, hadn’t he? High on the rush of being wanted, of having this unobtainable thing, but it was unobtainable for a reason.

He was a monster. He was a horrible genetic failure, who most of the world saw as malformed and mishappen. They would hate him for desiring you. HE hated him for desiring you. You would never get to experience a normal life if you stayed here with him, unable to have a normal family or a normal home.

In the woods you could forget the prying eyes of the world and exist on your own terms, open and honest, but could you hide forever?

He’d always hated Miguel for treating him differently, for beguiling him as a manifestation of his own internal issues, but could he really blame him for it? Miguel could pass for human. He was beautiful, strong, respected. Some string of fate that had failed for Mig had, on a coin toss, granted his counterpart the right to pass in a world where he was loved. No wonder he felt so entitled.

And you, you, his sweet little spider. The one person who hadn’t hurt him, who hadn’t run from him in fear. He’d wanted to believe it so badly. He’d wanted to believe that your optimism would be enough.

But he did not pass.

He was not a threat. He was not a danger. He was guilty only of existing in a body, but that didn’t matter. It didn’t matter whether their fear was rational or not. He was a spider, after all, and—

‘Everybody hates spiders’ he whispered. You gazed up at his broken face with misty eyes.

‘Miggy?’ you whispered back. His eyes narrowed as he winced, as if just the thought was physically painful.

‘Why’ he breathed, both a question and a statement at once. ‘Why? I-I tried, I tried—’

‘Miggy—’

‘What did I do?! I tried to do the right thing and this— This—’

‘Miggy, hey, sweetheart. Look at me. Look at me.’

‘Why wasn’t I made like him? What was so wrong with me?’ he seethed, his voice peaking and cracking as he verged on wailing. Immediately your hands flew to his waist. You clung to him as his chest heaved, his breathing quickly becoming erratic.

‘I’m disgusting’ he choked. ‘I’m disgusting—’

‘Hey, hey. I’m here. I’m here.’

‘I’m ruining you’ he shouted, his voice raising for the first time. 'Look at me! Look at me, and then look at you!'

He pushed you back a little to make you see, to make you see his bloody red eyes and malformed torso, the way his human half blended into that enormous spider half. The fur on his abdomen, the deep scars and claws on each paw, the furthest thing from human. A body that your brain was hardwired to recognise as alien.

'I can’t give you anything!' he sobbed. 'They’ll- they’ll hunt you down, for the rest of your life if you stay with me. They won’t let us have a family, they won’t let us stay together—’

‘I don’t care.'

Mig paused, briefly, in the face of your quiet interuption. You were unnervingly calm. ‘You do!’ he wailed. ‘Of course you do! You will be miserable because of me!’

‘I don’t.’ You clung to him tight as you whispered those words, your hands frantically stroking his back to try and ground him again. ‘I don’t. I don’t. I—I don’t, care.’

‘Why?’

You pulled back briefly to take his face in your hands. You squished his cheeks against your palms as your thumb gently wiped away a tear from his eye. He heaved at you, his lips parted and his eyes a painfully bloody red, and you met him without a shred of fear in your eyes.

‘Look at me, Miggy. Right here. It’s okay.’

Mig struggled to meet your gaze. His eyes kept closing, flitting, as if it hurt. You tried to press a kiss to his lips but he sharply flinched, so instead you kept his face in one palm and with the other you raised his hand to your lips. You kissed his claws instead, one after the other.

‘Fuck ‘em’ you said, blunt and clear. The bluntness seemed to draw Miguel out of his spiral for just a moment.

‘What?’ he panted.

‘Fuck them’ you repeated. ‘Fuck them. Fuck Miguel. Fuck- all of them. It’s- disgusting, THIS is disgusting. You should never have been left out here. You should never have had to sign away your right to contact. I don’t care if they pull out every fucking excuse in the book to keep me away, I won’t give them anything to use. I won’t leave you.’

‘But… the, family— The rule about, reproducing—’

‘That’s not enough to make me just leave you right now!’ you exclaimed. ‘I don’t know what’ll happen in the future, but there’s options. Surrogacy, adoption, or just- maybe we don’t want kids. I mean- fuck, even if we don’t have a future romantically, I won’t just leave you, Mig. I won’t.’

‘But—’

‘If I leave you, Mig, it will be on my own terms. In a year, two years, twenty years. Maybe we just- aren’t compatible, maybe we change, or- maybe we don’t. I don’t know. But I’m not walking out because of someone else’s irrational fear. You- you’re still my friend. No matter what, you’re still my friend.’

As your words hung in the air, Mig began to soften. His mind stopped playing tricks on him, showing him her instead of you, because she never looked at him this way. Those sweet, defiant eyes bore down into his soul, and warmed it from the inside.

‘I was scared, when I saw you first’ you confessed. ‘You know that. On instinct, you scared me. And I- HATE myself for that. Because you are so, sweet, and soft, and kind, and the fact you could still care about me after I showed you the same fear—’

‘No, no. You didn’t. And that- that’s what I don’t understand’ he insisted. ‘Why do you like me?’

‘Because you’re- you. That’s it. You’re you.’

Mig narrowed his eyes. He seemed so confused, like he couldn't figure out how to believe you.

‘You would- risk this, for me?’ he murmured.

‘You’ve clearly risked just as much, Mig. The last person you loved tried to kill you, the- the fact that, you trusted me enough to let me into your home, to sleep in your bed, that you tried to help me at all… I can’t imagine it.’

The rain continued to thunder outside as Miguel calmed his breathing. He was still hurting, still in a semi state of mania, but he was starting to claw back a semblance of strength. He clung to you a little tighter.

He fixated wholly on one memory, a buoy in an ocean of blood: the first day you met, when you looked at him in his defensive stance, and you said: ‘Have, other people come here to hurt you?’

He didn’t scare you, you’d said. He seemed nice, you’d said. We’re both strange on the inside, you’d said. Words more precious than diamonds. Words more precious than living.

‘I think… I understand now, why spiders eat each other’ he murmured.

You frowned with your hand still on his cheek. ‘You- what? What do you mean?’ you asked.

‘I would let you eat me’ he whispered, as one more fat tear fell like a bloody pearl down the cut of his cheek bone. It glistened as it hit your thumb, a precious stone filled with a tiny little part of his soul. You shook your head.

‘Mig, don’t- that language isn’t healthy right now—’

‘I would let you eat me’ he repeated. His voice was throaty from holding back tears. ‘Every- ounce of flesh, every bone, every atom. You would take me in, and I would finally become part of something beautiful. I would haunt your beautiful body, and look through those beautiful eyes, and we would be- magnificent.’

Your lips folded, hard, as your own eyes narrowed. The tears were painful.

‘No. You’re beautiful to me’ you croaked. ‘So just- stay. As you are.’

You leaned in and pressed your forehead to his, and this time he didn’t pull away. You rocked with him as the storm rattled the shutters, as rain pounded on the nest roof above.

Slowly, with absolute delicacy, you pressed your lips to his. You gave one peck before pulling back, and from there you let him lead. He kissed you with quivering lips, first on the mouth and then on the cheek, before ending with one, long, drawn out kiss.

When he pulled away his breathing had become a little more regulated.

‘So’ he whispered, ‘so- what do we do? What do we do now?’

You let out a heavy breath through the nose as you pondered that same question. ‘I guess… we just, keep, trying. I will go back to the society, and I’ll do what they ask me to do as a member, and—I’ll stay. With you. And we’ll see how things go.’

‘But they threatened to regulate us’ he said.

‘They said we can’t have kids. That’s it. And, even then, I’m sure I could get them to research if it’s actually dangerous. Other than that, they can’t do anything. So, we just keep going.’

Mig sighed, his warm breath hitting your face. ‘And, you’re sure you want this? You want to, try, with me? Even after this?’

You locked your gaze onto Mig’s. His eyes were red to the core but round like a puppies, soft and wet and needy. His thick brows were downturned in a hopeless expression of need. It was easy for you to nod.

‘Yes. I want to try. Now, come on, let’s- lie you down.’

You shuffled backwards onto the mattress and Mig obediently followed, his entire spider half gently curling around you. He curled into a circle with his legs folded inward, cocooning you in his warmth, and you listened to the storm burn itself out.

The thundering rain turned to a drizzle, until all you could hear was the pitter of drops on the roof. The lanterns on the wall burned their wax stubs to nothing. Soon the only light in the nest was a single strip of blue moonlight that’d broken through a shutter, its delicate glow highlighting your bodies as they intertwined.

In the warm and the dry you settled against his chest. You felt his heart on your cheek and rubbed his body for comfort, and he clung to you like a little plush toy.

‘Arañita?’ he whispered.

‘Yeah?’

‘Thank you’ he choked. ‘Thank you. Thank you.’ Link to next part!

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #miguel o'hara smut #miggy #miguel o'hara au #arachnophilia #monster human relationship #drider #drider miguel o'hara #miguel angst #miguel o'hara fanfiction

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tsukina-1-9-9-8 · 2 months

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Headcanons of Miguel at work:

• When creating the Spider Society, he made sure that they gave empanadas in the dining room at least twice a week for all the Spider-people.

• Peter B. Parker sometimes stays nearby because he wants to accompany him, but beyond that, he sometimes leaves Mayday to Miguel. Not exactly because Miguel offers, but because he knows that although Miguel doesn't show it to anyone, he plays with Mayday when no one is around and gives her a soft smile.

• When he is too focused he puts his hand on his chin and starts babbling words in Spanish.

"Carajo."

• His work area is not always clear, but when it is he tells LAYLA to play 80s/90s Latin music, in low volume tho. And sometimes his daughter Gabriella's favorite song, the one they used to dance together.

• His favorite time to work is during the night, obviously. So calm and quiet for him. He finds it calming to see the distant night lights of his futuristic city while drinking coffee when he finishes saving a file, for example. But he is still bothered by people making fun of him being a vampire.

• More than once he has scared spider-people at work (especially new members) just with the shadow of his fanged mouth. Damn, maybe he was just yawning his mouth too much or something. Listening to the little muffled screams he simply rolled his eyes.

• Late at bedtime he wears a black robe with gray slippers.

(Your welcome)

• He can actually control the speed at which his platform lowers, it's futuristic technology (? But of course he chooses to lower it slowly while giving his incredible and serious monologues about the missions.

• Gives a coupon for two more empanadas to the best spider-man/woman who have successfully completed several missions in the month.

(okay the last one is just hilarious thanks bye)

♥

Dividers by @across-the-art-verse

#just me and my imagination #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel #miguel atsv #across the spider verse fanart #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #beyond the spiderverse #btsv #miggy #miguel spiderverse #spiderverse #headcanons #miguel headcanons #miguel o'hara headcanons #atsv #marvel #sony animation

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akutouart · 8 months

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Screencap redraw

+sketch and ref

#digital art #fanart #miguel o’hara fanart #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv #spiderman #spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miggy #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #commissions open #my art

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tojigasm · 7 months

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This with Miggy tee hee

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #astv #miggy

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dilfartist · 8 months

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Nah wtf yall

Please report this person. wtf even made you think this was okay? Don’t put this reputation on the Miguel lovers of Tumblr.

#miguel x reader #miggy #miguel ohara #miguel spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel x you #miguel smut #miguel o'hara #yandere miguel o’hara #beyond the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spiderman fanfiction

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skelebellie · 10 months

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miguel o’hara sketches that turned into not really sketches because that man could ask me to cut off my toes and i would do it with a smile xoxo

#bonebuddiesart #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miggy #spider man 2099 #spiderman #spiderman atsv #spiderman fanart #spiderman art #spiderman itsv #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099

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yennao · 9 months

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Have 6 scribbles from a stupid lil comic I’m making for nobody but me in which Miguel is one of the spiders yote into 1610 a la collider and Miles’ dad is his first point of (very confused) contact.

#Miggy #Miguel #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spiderman #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel spiderman #Dads but they are Just doing their best #and Migs isn’t emotionally shattered by the loss of his daughter yet #he’s just chillin #jefferson morales #earth 1610

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renegadesstuff · 1 month

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THEY HANDS ON THEIR CHEST ❤️

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vintagexherry · 7 months

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Rumors

Actor!Miguel O'Hara x Actress!Reader

//NSFW, couch sex, short drabble, smut, creaming, jealousy, aftercare, alcohol consumption

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"Oh! This one said,'Shocking news! Actor Miguel O'Hara and actress Y/N L/N are found kissing in this year Red Carpet' ." You read the article in your phone while Miguel chuckles, taking sip from his glass of whiskey.

"And let me guess, it's a low quality and zoomed up picture of you and me sitting together."

You scroll down further to see that he's correct.

"Hm. Good guess." You hummed in amusement as you take a bite out of your grilled chicken lunch.

You and Miguel were to stay in a hotel for weeks or more due to your movie location. The view was breathtaking, the food delicious, and the man beside you is glowing thanks to the afternoon sunlight beaming through the window.

"Ooh! This one, too!" You scrolled further and reached another article.

"Fans are outraged with actor Miguel O' Hara for getting too handsy with lead actress Y/N L/N."

You chuckle as you read further.

"One fan has outwardly spoke that Miguel O'Hara should know better than to cheat on his wife."

You and Miguel laughed at the comment.

Miguel laughs die down to a groan as he comes to a realization.

"Maldito infierno, now how am I gonna deal with nosey interviewers?"

"Well, you're not the only one." You scroll futher, and it seemed that 'fans' weren't on Miguel's back only.

"This one states that. 'Miguel isn't the only one, Y/N should know better since she's with Flash Thompson.' You winced from disgust, and Miguel took a longer sip of his whiskey, finishing it in the process.

"Ew. Come on, people really think I would date that guy? I starred a movie with him once, and people already think we're dating."

"How long do you think it will take for everyone to know we're married?" Miguel questioned you as he placed his empty glass of whiskey on the table. His hands automatically find its way on your waist, pulling you closer.

"Oh please, I lost hope in that when one month already passed." You scoffed.

"Hmm, really?" Miguel's hand went closer to the ribbon of your closed robe. His fingers toy with the edges, and you knew he wasn't paying attention to what you're saying, but you didn't really care when his warm hands find their way on the loop of the ribbon, playing and twirling the ends.

"Yes,really. And I think my husband has too much whiskey for today."

"Too much? los disparates, only had a few cups." (nonsense) Miguel retorted, but his hands said otherwise.

You chuckle as he finally unties your robe, revealing your nude body underneath. His hands immediately groped your chest, and you can't help the whimper from your throat.

"Few cups huh?"

"Yea...Few cups."

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"F-fuck Miguel!" You hands grip the edge of the couch as Miguel thrusts harder into you from behind.

His hands gripped your waist tighter while you moan from pain yet the overridden pleasure.

"Maybe... Maybe I should kiss you more on public if that would make- FUCK- make them shut up." He groaned out as his thrusts get rougher and rougher.

You couldn't form a sentence when air keeps forcefully pushed out of you with this cock ramming into your cervix.

You're surprised people didn't immediately think both of you were married when you tow had matching rings.

But you didn't have time to think about all that when one of Miguel's hand finds it way to draw rough circles around your clit which made you see stars, you gasp out a breath and your legs started shaking.

"Mi-Mig! Im-" You tried warning him, but he didn't care since he continued ramming into you harder.

"Fuck-" Your back arched even more when your body finally gives out to the pleasure and you creamed around his dick.

"J-joder, eso es todo mi amor, joder, te sientes bien." (f-fuck, that's it my love, fuck you feel good.) Miguel's hips started stuttering as he's almost close. Your moans were louder when you felt overstimuation creeping in.

Your name escaped his mouth like a mantra as you felt warm liquid filling you from the inside.

His hips stilled as he came into you more and more.

Your body gave out, and you collapsed on the plush cushion of the sofa, trying to catch your breath.

You didn't notice you took few more minutes to do it when Miguel carried you to the bathroom and stepped inside the bathtub, your back agaist him as you layed your head on his chest.

"You think they heard us? The people next door?" You spoke as you enjoyed the feeling of his fingers caressing your face.

"As much as I know, they rented out this floor, but I wouldn't mind if a passing hotel staff heard. At least it will be enough to stop those stupid rumours." Miguel answered as he started to rub your back with a soapy towel.

You smiled and chuckled at his words. He is always cute when his jealous.

You couldn't be happier with the man you married.

The End

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