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lxkeee · 3 months

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IT'S BEEN SO LONG

-PART THREE

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Adopted! Fem angel! Reader [platonic!]

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

genre: fluff and cute

notes: a little bit short but meh

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART FOUR ❘ NAVIGATION

“Now... Where's that body...?” [y/n] muttered, looking at the golden holographic map that was coming out of her wrist watch, a blinking dot flickers on the holographic screen. She scrunched up her nose as the scent of smoke, dust, and blood fills her nostrils. I do hope my father is living somewhere far better than the streets of hell, this place is nasty. She thought before shaking her head.

She looked up ahead to see the hotel by the cliff, looking back at the hologram—it seems the body is somewhere by the hotel.

“You have got to be kidding me.” [y/n] muttered underneath her breath. She looked around—no one in sight, with a snap of her fingers, her angel wings disappeared along with her halo that transformed into a golden Laurel wreath that is on her head. Her usual white and gold dress transformed into a plain black one.

“There, I think this is a good camouflage.” she murmured to herself, adjusting her sling back before eventually beginning to trek the cliff towards the hotel.

Finally arriving, she got a good look at the name of the hotel—Hazbin Hotel, very witty, she thought.

“Isn't this the hotel Charlotte Morningstar made? If she's Lucifer's daughter, then does that mean she's my younger step sister?” she wondered before shrugging. Deciding not to knock on the hotel doors and go straight to where Adam's supposed dead body is—which is buried underneath a pile of rubble somewhere a few meters away from the hotel. Truly sad to see but the man got it coming—he was an asshole, to think he was the first man and the first soul to go to heaven but died in hell.

Why do we need to bring him back up again? Oh right... God's favorite.

[Y/n] sighs loudly, moving her hand over the hologram and a keyboard appears. Her fingers danced across the screen as she requested some angel workers to retrieve it.

She sighs, turning back to look at the hotel behind her. Now to get a report on what exactly happened, she thought. I wonder if dad is there? She wondered to herself, she really wanted to see him and hug him, she truly missed her father after all.

Her heels clicked the cement pavement as she walked back to the front of the hotel, climbing up the few steps of stairs till she finally reached the tinted glass front doors.

Maybe I should wear my halo? To let them know I'm from heaven?

She thought and hummed before nodding to herself, snapping her fingers and her halo was once more on top of her head, glowing in angelic pride and power.

She took a deep breath, I can do this. She thought before curling her fingers into her knuckles, bringing it up and then knocking on the glass doors.

Knock, knock, knock.

Charlie stopped talking to Vaggie and Alastor when they heard a knock from the front door, Charlie's eyes sparkled excitedly. A visitor or perhaps a guest?!

“My~ it seems we have a guest, dear.” Alastor grins, leaning against his microphone, “Perhaps after the extermination, it gave hope to these hopeless sinners.” he added, his smirk widening.

Charlie grinned, she too hoped that would be the case.

Vaggie placed a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder, giving Charlie a reassuring smile, “You got this, babe.” she says and Charlie nodded, adjusting her clothes to look presentable.

With a deep breath she walked towards the door, trying to calm her excited heart.

Charlie finally held the handle of the door, opened it and.... A woman slightly taller than her is standing outside, a smile on her face and wait a minute, is that a halo?!

Charlie's eyes widened, she can practically feel the woman's power radiating off her, dare she say it's stronger than Adam's.

She's nervous, almost scared even. What is an angel doing here?

“A pleasant evening, are you perhaps Charlotte Morningstar?” the woman asked, her voice gentle and smooth to the ear, it calms Charlie down. Making the princess of hell lower her guard a bit before she shakes her head. I need to be on guard, I don't know what she wants and I need to be ready.

Charlie took a deep breath before giving the angel a smile, “Yes, that is me! Is there something you need from me? I didn't know heaven would be sending someone today.” she says and the angelic woman chuckled.

“It was so sudden that we couldn't send an advance notice.” The angel chuckled softly and Charlie just looked at her in confusion.

“But to make things easier, I am here to collect Adam's body and also collect data to file a report of what exactly happened during the recent extermination.” The angel says, sighing and slumping her shoulders. Charlie could tell that the woman was annoyed by the situation.

Charlie looked at the woman with slight hesitancy, “Is that all...?” she asked, nervously and the angel nodded.

“Certainly,” She smiles before her eyes widened and she gives Charlie a small and short bow, “How rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am [Y/n], one of heaven's messengers. It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess Morningstar.” [Y/n] says with a smile, offering her hand for a handshake in which Charlie returned. Charlie shivered slightly as she felt how cold the angel's hands were.

The name certainly rings a bell to Charlie, she swore she heard that name before then her eyes widened, don't tell me..? The name, the very cold hands... Is this the girl her dad was talking about?

“Are you... My dad's adopted daughter...?” Charlie questioned, her voice almost a whisper and [Y/n]'s eyes softened.

So he does remember me. [Y/n] thought, a smile on her face.

“Yes, that is indeed me, so dad talked about me huh?” she answered and asked and Charlie's smile widened, her big sister is here!

Charlie chuckled, “Yeah, he told me about you recently.” she says with a shrug and [Y/n] giggles, “Well, at least he didn't forget about me.”

Charlie smiled, moving away from the door so [Y/n] can enter, “Of course, he didn't. Oh, please do come in.”

[Y/n] nodded with a smile, “Thank you.” she says and enters the hotel.

“Do you want me to tell him that you're here? Do you want to see him?” Charlie asked, guiding the angel through the hotel's hallway that leads to the lobby where the bar is.

[Y/n] smiled, “Please do, it's been ages since I've last seen him.” she says, almost pleading and Charlie smiled, whipping out her phone to text her dad before returning it back to her pocket. Her dad is back at the palace as he had some things to get from his room.

“I am sure he misses you too, how about we finish that report while we wait?” Charlie suggested and [Y/n] nodded, “That's a good idea.”

Lucifer was in his room, arranging some things into a box. He heard his phone beep and opened it to see a text from his daughter.

Come back to the hotel as soon as possible, someone wants to see you and it is someone important.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, wondering who could possibly be looking for him. He shrugs, they can wait.

He returned his phone back to his pocket and continued on putting the rubber ducks inside the boxes.

Another beep was heard and he sighed, opening to see another text from Charlie.

If you're wondering who could possibly be looking for you, their name is [Y/n];)

Lucifer never teleported so fast in his entire life.

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vintagexherry · 5 months

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"I saw mommy kissing santa!"

Miguel O' Hara x Wife!Reader

//Mentions of kissing, Suggestive, fluff, OC sibling of Gabriella

A/N: This is just to let out some stress, Might make a Nathan Bateman version of this if i feel like it

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Miguel was in the living room, sitting on the couch tapping on the hologram screens, checking any report emails from the other spiders. Thankfully, the villains in other dimensions were probably in the christmas spirit since all the reports he gets are broken buildings or affirmations that a villain got sent back to its rightful dimension.

Curtains are drawn back to let the view of snow fall over and pile against the glass. The snow wasn't that heavy today since the next-door neighbour christmas lights are visible enough, although that doesn't mean he probably needs to shovel the driveway the next day.

"All things sorted Miguel, no anomaly in sight for the last one hour."

Miguel heard Lyla pop up and talk next to his shoulder.

"Alright, that's for today Lyla."

"Aight! Merry Christmas, Miguel!" With that cheery tone, she disappears in a flash. And with that, Miguel also turned off the screens and laid back on the couch with a heavy yet relaxed sigh.

Honestly, he doesn't remember the last time he actually enjoyed a holiday without getting called for action. The warmth of the fireplace with its crackling noises could even put him to sleep.

That is until he hears an echo of small feet trying (and failing) to be quiet and sneak up to him, not to mention the hushed giggles and whispers along with it.

He decides to entertain them, cus why not.

After a few seconds, two gremlins children tackle him from behind the couch, a pair of hands covering his eyes, and one tries to wrestle his arm as if it had a life of its own.

"Gahh! You got me!" Miguel exclaimed.

His children laugh and giggle as Miguel try to pry them by grabbing their pajamas as if there unruly kittens.

After a minute of wrestling, the kids' laughter died down to huffs for breath, and Miguel couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, you two, what got you so energetic today? You didn't drink any coffee, did you?" He swear, the last time the two had coffee, you and Miguel had to chase them around the house. As much as athletic Miguel is, he got his limits.

"Ew! Too bitter, " Gabriella says as she cuddles next to her dad.

"Psh as if you didn't drink some yesterday" Mateo accusingly points at Gabriella

"Your just jealous I drank more than you did!" Gabriella fights back

Miguel huffs a laugh, and as much he finds the fight funny, he's more curious what got the kids all energetic. Usually, they would be eager to help their mom, who is by now preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"Alright, alright, break it up, you too. Santa already wrote you on the nice list. Don't make him change it."

With that, the kids succesfully stopped well.

Maybe too well...

Miguel looked down at them and saw them giving looks to each other as if their talking telepathically.

Weird.

"Something wrong?"

Mateo and Gabriella glanced up to Miguel and back at each other as if urging at least one of them to speak up.

Whatever they got going on telepathically, it seems like Gabriella won since Mateo gave a defeated sigh and looked at Miguel.

"Papa. You better not tell mama I told you this..."

"Alright...?"

Mateo looked at him and to Gabriella who gave an encouraging nod.

"Mama kissed santa last night."

What.

Wait...

Miguel tried holding his laugh, but before he could, he was already choking on his saliva and only choked and raspy laughs came out.

Mateo and Gabriella seemed confused at first but quickly faded to anger and determination.

"C'mon Papa, we really saw Mama kissing him while he was putting gifts under the tree!" Mateo exclaimed, determined to state and conclude his point.

"And I thought Santa only stopped for the cookies and milk." Gabriella added

And with it, Miguel snorted and laughed more. His stomach clenching from his laughter and his children unimpressed.

Oh kids....

If you only knew.

"Ok, ok...." Miguel said when he finally caught his breath.

He looked at Gabi and Mateo, who only looked at him in disappointing looks. (Which he tried not to laugh again)

Before he could speak again, the three of them heard your voice coming from the kitchen.

"Mat, Gabi! Dinner's ready, call your dad to come too!"

Gracias a Dios.

You were always there to save him perfectly.

He looked at the kids again and gave them a final look.

"Look, Your papa is gonna look at the cctv later at night and I'll see if mama really kissed santa."

And with that, the kids agreed to have mercy on him at least this night and headed straight to the dining room, excited for dinner.

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"Amor, you can't believe what the kids told me today."

"Hm?" You were on the bed reading a book, and you looked up to Miguel, wearing a towel around his waist as he picked sweatpants to sleep.

"Is it something funny? I swore I heard you laugh just before dinner." You recalled the sound of his laughter filling the space as you cook.

"Well, that's because the kids accussed you of something, Mrs. O'Hara."

"Oh?" Your interest is now piqued, and you bookmarked your book and put it on the nightstand.

"Now tell me Mrs. O' Hara..."

Miguel slipped next to you, laying on his side, his head resting on his hand.

"... Is it true that at 11:42 pm. on Christmas Eve, you had gone out of your bedroom to kiss the one and only Santa Claus?" He smirked at your confused face.

What.

Wait....

You bit your lips to stifle your laughter.

Miguel smiled wider at your reaction, even chuckling along.

After gaining your breath and steadying your thoughts you speak up.

"Well, Mr. O'Hara, I can assure you that I would never do that and that Santa only stopped to drop presents and eat cookies and milk."

"Cookies and milk hm? What if..."

Suddenly, you felt his other hand slipping beneath your night dress.

Oh, now you see where this is going.

"What If...?" You inquired, making eye contact with him.

Miguel smiled

"What if.... Santa decided to stop by to taste something.... Sweeter? Hm?"

His hands were now playing at the hem of your underwear.

"Sweeter? If that's what Santa wants, I'll be glad to give him a taste." You smiled, feeling Miguel's fingers tug down your underwear.

"Don't mind if I do." Miguel smirked, and with that, he lifted himself up and took your underwear off fully, throwing it away randomly on the floor, you could even see the print of his dick just pressing agaist his sweatpants.

Safe to say, Miguel had to do breakfast tomorrow morning for the kids.

The End

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alastor-simp · 7 months

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Watching Horror Movies With Idia and Malleus

Here is Part 3 of the Dorm Leaders Watching A Horror Movie with the reader. Enjoy :)

Idia Shroud🎮 + The Ring📺

🎮Inviting Idia to your dorm to watch a movie was going to be a challenge. You knew this man was a hikikomori, as he barely left the isolation of his room, avoiding social contact with anyone except his brother.

🎮Spotting Ortho from afar, you asked him if he could speak to Idia for you, asking him if he wanted to have a horror movie night together in his room, since you knew he probably wouldn't be comfortable if he left his dorm to go to yours. Ortho was happy to let his brother know about your plans, and flew away from you, heading back towards his dorm.

🎮Couple hours went by and the day was almost coming to an end, you had figured that Idia must have told Ortho "no" about the whole movie night. "PING PING", your phone beeped, and you looked to see a message from Idia, letting you know to come over to his dorm right now, and to bring some candy as well. Happy that he had accepted your offer, you grabbed the bags of sweets in your kitchen, and left a note for Grim, telling him you would be at Ignihyde.

🎮Arriving in front of his door, you knocked and let Idia knew it was you. The door opened, signaling you to come in. Entering into his room, you were shocked at how much he had decorated his room. His room was pitch black, but the gaming lights he had around the room, were tinting the room red, giving it an eerie effect. Idia, was on his bed, hoodie covering his face slightly, shy at having someone else inside else in his room, despite the two of you being acquaintances.

🎮Placing the candy on his bed, you sat next to Idia and asked if he was ready for the movie night. Idia gave you a soft smile, asking you what movie did you want to watch, but he warned you that he has seen almost every horror movie and anime known to man, so he was immune to them. Pulling out a CD from your bag, you told him that you have a very popular movie from your world and wanted to watch it with him. Shrugging his shoulders, Idia placed the CD in a strange device, before a holographic screen popped up in front of you, making the movie wide screened, like you were in a movie theater.

🎮Before the movie started, you asked where Ortho was as you knew this might be a bit too much for him to watch since he was still technically a child. Idia told you he was in sleep mode, as he wanted the two of you to spend time together, and also being too young for the movie. Nodding your head, you got comfortable, grabbing one of the plushies he had on his bed as a form of comfort.

🎮Couple minutes into the movie, You turned to look at Idia, seeing if he was enjoying the movie. Despite his hoodie covering some of his face, you could make out his scared expression, his skin was pale and covered in sweat. He was eating the popcorn and candy like crazy, going for more while keeping his eyes on the movie.

🎮You paused the movie and asked Idia if he was okay, and that you could stop watching the movie if it was really bothering him. Idia was shivering in fear, but he shook his head no, wanting to watch the movie towards the end. Starting the movie again, you leaned a bit closer towards Idia, grabbing his hand and interlocking your fingers. Idia jumped as he was NOT use to physical contact at all, but he calmed down, as he realized you were trying to soothe him.

🎮Scenes continued to play, as the iconic scene of Samara began to emerge from the TV, getting ready to kill her next victim. That part got to Idia very badly, as he squeezed your hand tightly, while using one of his plushies as a shield. Soon the movie drew to an end, and the credits started to roll on the hologram screen. Turning the device off, you turned towards Idia, who was still cowering in fear, but happy that the movie was over.

🎮"Are you alright?", you asked Idia, reaching out towards him and placing a hand on his cheek. Idia jerked away from you in fright, shocking the both you. "S-s-sorry. F-for a second, I t-thought you were the g-g-girl from the movie." Idia said to you, as he looked away from you. Your response to that was wrapping your arms around him, placing his head in the corner of your neck. "!?!!?" Shocked, Idia froze like a statue, while his face turned bright red, and his hair turned from neon blue to pink.

🎮Knowing how he must be feeling right now, you told him to relax, while you continued to hug him. Taking calming deep breaths, Idia was able to calm down, and slowly moved his arms to wrapped them around you, returning the hug. You both stayed like that for a couple minutes before you pulled away and looked at Idia. He wasn't as pale anymore and he had a small smile on his face, probably feeling thankful for you calming him down.

🎮You asked Idia if it was okay for you to stay over, just for tonight. Idia hesitated at first, but he gave in, nodding his head at you. You started cleaning the bed of all of the candy wrappers, while Idia went over to his neon lights, changing them back to the neon blue color he liked. He turned back and saw you already under the covers of his bed, arms stretch out at him, telling him to come back. His neon hair turned pink again, as he slowly made his way to his bed, getting under the covers and into your embrace. You both cuddled in this position as sleep took the both of you

Malleus Draconia🐲 + Gonjiam Haunted Asylum🏚

🐲 "..... You are inviting me to your dorm? May I ask why?" Malleus asked you, tilting his head in confusion, wondering why you were inviting him. Feeling shy, you looked away from Malleus, while rubbing your neck with your hand. Honestly, you had no problem inviting Malleus to your dorm for a movie night, but he was still a prince, so you worried that asking him for doing something like this was inappropriate.

🐲Looking back at Malleus, you told him that you wanted to have a horror movie night with him. Malleus still looked confused so you had to explain it to him a bit more as he most likely never a movie night with someone ever. Once Malleus heard your explanation, he was very touched that you had invited him where the both of you could spend time together. "Haha, you are quite bold, Child of man. I gladly accept your invitation, but if I don't enjoy the arrangements, I will get mad ......... Just kidding."

🐲Chuckling at Malleus response, you told him to arrive at your dorm at 7 pm sharp, let Lilia, Silver, and Sebek know he was coming to your dorm, and to wear his pajamas. Malleus nodded at everything you told him, as he gave you a farewell and disappeared, leaving glowing fireflies behind.

🐲At Ramshackle, you prepped the living room, getting ready for the movie night. You made sure to buy some frozen treats from Sam's shop as you remembered that's what Malleus loves. You also planned to make some milkshakes once he arrived, as it might be something new for him to try. After finishing setting up, you checked the time, "7:10 PM", you realized Malleus was late, making you worry. "Did he change his mind?", you thought, but that thought disappeared as you heard a knock at the door.

🐲Rushing towards the door, you opened it to reveal Malleus. He was dressed up in black silk pajamas, and holding a pillow in his right hand. Malleus gave you an apologetic smile, "I apologize for arriving late. It was hard to convince Sebek to let me come to your dorm. It took about a couple minutes until Lilia was able to persuade him." Telling Malleus it was alright, you told him to come in and make himself comfortable.

🐲Malleus sat on the couch, feeling out of place, as he wasn't use to doing something like this, but he really wanted to spend time with you, so he pushed those feelings of awkwardness away. He heard loud sounds coming from the kitchen area, but he thought nothing of it. You returned back to the living room, holding two large milkshakes in your hands, one vanilla for him and the other (your favorite flavor), and carrying a plastic bag on your arm.

🐲Sitting on the couch, you handed Malleus his beverage, which he eyed in curiosity. You explained to Malleus that it was a milkshake, which contained milk and ice cream, blended together, and told him to give it a try, while setting the bag down on the table, which contained other ice cream treats. Malleus took a sip, then his eyes sparkled in amazement, then he started to chug the beverage down. Shocked, you told him to slow down as he would get a brain freeze. Malleus stopped, and gave you an apologetic look, but said the drink was so delicious that he couldn't help himself.

🐲 "Cute" you thought, as you went to the TV, inserting the CD, and going back to the couch. You explained to Malleus that this was a horro movie from your world, and you haven't seen it either, so it was going to be a new experience for the both of you. Malleus nodded his head, as he grabbed one of the popsicles on the table, and began to munch on it.

🐲A few minutes into the movie, Malleus kept asking you questions about certain things in the movie, as since he has never been to your world, so the imagery and people he saw in the movie was intriguing to him. He asked about the buildings, and the language that the characters were speaking. You answered all of this questions and told you that the movie was centered in Korea and that the language the characters were speaking was Korean

🐲Couple minutes into the movie, both you and Malleus had a couple scares as the ghost hunters kept exploring the asylum, but overall the movie wasn't too bad. Malleus was fascinated by the idea of an abandoned building, but he was more use to castles or caves then an asylum, but was still interesting nonetheless.

🐲He keep sneaking glances at you, as you were covering your face with the pillow, preparing for the next jump scare. Wanting to ease your fear, he placed his hand on top of yours. Turning your head to Malleus, you wondered what he was doing, but he didn't say anything and continued watching the movie.

🐲The movie continued with the ghost hunters being killed one by one, by the vengeful spirits that were in the asylum. A scene played where a spirit of a girl kept approaching when the camera was aimed at them. The ghost did the classic jumpscare and screamed up close in front of the camera, before it turned off. "AHHHH", Malleus had jumped in fright, from the jump scare and from you screaming. Terrified by the scene, you had grabbed Malleus arm, and hugged it, while hiding your face. Malleus asked if you were alright, but you shook your head, while using his arm as a shield, covering your face. You apologized for screaming and hugging him out of nowhere, but the scene had really gotten to you.

🐲Malleus relaxed and told you it was alright, and that he didn't mind. The movie finally came to a close, with all the protagonists being dead. Malleus turned to look and you, letting you know the movie was over. Heaving a sigh of relief, you released his arm and leaned back against the couch. "I'm sorry again, Tsunotarou. I'm usually not scared of ghosts since I live in Ramshackle with all of the friendly ghosts here, but that movie made me remember that there are some malicious spirits out there." Malleus nodded his head, as he too was on good terms with the spirits around Ramshackle, but having watch this movie, he was going to be a bit more cautious when entering abandoned locations.

🐲After calming down a bit, you decided to clean up the table that was littered with popsicle sticks and wrappers. Before you could get to cleaning, you heard a snap next to you, and all of the trash began to levitate, making its way to the bin. Turning to Malleus, you realized he had used his magic to help clean up and save you the trouble. You thanked him and Malleus just smiled, making you blush.

🐲The both of you decided to head to bed, but you felt shy as you didn't how to tell Malleus "Hey, let's sleep on the same bed together.", that thought alone was embarrassing as hell. Heading to the bed and sitting on it, you looked up at Malleus, as he made his way closer to where you were. "Umm, Tsunotarou?" "Yes, Child of Man?" Malleus looked at you with soft eyes, wondering what you were going to say. Flustered, you looked away from him and said if he was okay with sharing the bed, and if he wasn't, you could take the couch.

🐲Malleus didn't say a word at what you had said, and you probably thought he was thinking about it, but then the lights went out, and you looked up to see Malleus had magically turned off the lights, and was laying in the bed, with his special pillow behind him, for his horns. He looked at you with a smile, arching his finger at you to join him. Realizing he was fine with the bed sharing, you slowly entered inside the covers, placing your head on the pillow.

🐲Malleus shook his head at you, before he reached his hands towards your body, pulling you towards him. "M-malleus, what are you-", your words were cut off as Malleus had hugged you to his chest, and intertwining your legs together. You froze, not expecting him to hug you like this, as your arms remained on your sides, conflicted if it was okay to hug him back. "Lilia would do this for me when I was a child. I understand you may still be scared from the movie. There is nothing to be afraid of, Y/N. I will be here with you." Malleus said, as you hugged you a bit tighter, while patting your head with his hand.

🐲Your heart was racing like crazy, but you felt so touched by Malleus actions. Moving your arms closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his back, snuggling closer into his chest. "Thank you, Malleus. Yawnnn~ Good night." You muttered into his chest, as you began to slowly fell asleep. Malleus looked down at you with soft eyes, as he leaned closer and placed a kiss on your forehead, "Sweet Dreams, Y/N."

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lxverrings · 2 months

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Hola!

It's been a while I know 💀

I just have something in my head and can't get my head out of it. Just hear me out- 😭

Spider!Reader being Miles', Gwen's and Mayday's work-mom (basically their mom at work). Reader just loves kids (haha can't relate 💀) and is a natural mother.

Miguel realizes that he wants needs to put a baby in Reader asap. (Breeding kink basically)

- Solecito (aka. Spanish anon 🇪🇸)

Me coming right back to life from how GOOD this ask is... Holy shit you put me in a mood 🥲

Motherly Instinct.

A Miguel O’hara drabble ; MDNI, NSFW under the cut!

Summary: What Solecito said, except I took the creative liberty to ensure reader speaks Spanish and also Mayday kind of has MJ (/other variations of her) so I’m going to add Pav and Hobie!!! Also reader isn’t necessarily a spider-person but def in the medical part of the spider society, so you go ahead with your little imagination <3

R/N: this put me in such a mood I need to find more fics like this smh and extra note, I feel you Solecito, I HATE TODDLERS!!!! babies are fine, so are teens, but TODDLERS??? TODDLERS???? my patience is thin... But I personally would like kids and especially with Miguel O’hara...

Warnings: NSFW under cut!!!! Obviously breeding kink warnings, mating press ig, Miguel physically cannot get his hands off reader...

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You’ve been in the society for quite a while now. From Miguel’s start to the shablam with Miles and the final acceptance of the boy into the society, even if Miguel was a bit sour about it...

Either way, it’s been long enough so that Miguel put a ring on that finger...

For the time being, your husband hasn’t had time to discuss babies, which is something that you’ve been thinking about, and subtly (not) been bringing up. He promises that someday in the future.

Well, someday is still too far away.

You’ve been at least calming your raging baby fever by talking with the younger spiders and doing your best to take care of their occasional reckless behavior...

“Hey! Heyyy!!! I told you I was fine!” Gwen puffed as she was bandaged up from the shards of glass due to her impromptu landing, Hobie just chuckled— probably his idea...— more than anything to land that way.

“Oi, “ma’...” do me a favo’ ’n check on my ’vitr, thanks, luv.” he mused, he seemed unfazed, despite the wraps tied around his wrists and arms.

“Will do, Hobie...” you smiled warmly, nodding at the younger spider, while Miles nervously fidgeted. “Miles...” you began before you gently patted his arm, “It’s okay, don’t worry.” you smiled reassuringly, trying to soothe his nerves— seeing Gwen and Pavitr get hurt like that, definitely must have altered the nerves in the young man.

“I know... I just... I guess I’m nervous. I would talk it out with mí mamí, but I guess I just... Well. It’s nice talking to you, not lie a replacement, but... Like a supplement? Wait... No that sounds wrong...” he mumbled— which got him out of that loop.

“You sound like a gym bro...” Pavitr finally giggled. Hobie let out a small sigh of relief and chuckled.

“Swolemates, huh?” Hobie chuckled, you rolled your eyes and smiled at them, the little group of preteens filled the room with easy chatter.

You smiled and nodded at them, unaware of Miguel’s gaze from the sight of the cameras that filled the screens of his monitoring.

Honestly, Miguel wasn’t paying much attention, until Lyla’s alarming noises went off.

“What the shock, Lyla?!”

The snarky hologram just smirked, “Oh nothing.”

“I just wanted to show you this!” she chirped with a smile.

He just rolled his eyes for a while— until the screen lit up with your face and the chit-chats with the younger spiders.

Mom? Ma?

Fuck.

He was so down bad.

Embarrassing, really, wasn’t it?

Either way, Miguel just stood and grumbled.

“Lyla. Shock. Call her in.”

“C’monn...”

“Shut the shock up and call her in!”

“C’mon! C’mon!”

“Please, can you just shocking—”

“Yeah, I already called her.” Lyla smirked as Miguel grumbled and swatted her off.

“Boss got you on track, huh ma?” Hobie smirked as you smiled nervously and swatted him off.

“I bet it’s not important...” you mused before Lyla interrupted.

“It’s very important!!!”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure everything is okay? Maybe it’s important— but in a good way?” Gwen offered with a small smile and tilted her head quietly.

“Don’t be that way,” Miles muttered, but he shuddered, perhaps he was getting the PTSD that Miguel put him through.

“You are all such pessimists! The passion is palpable, how can you concentrate when our big bad boss is in loooove?” Pavitr quickly shot back in absolute delight.

You shooed them off with a smile before retreating to Miguel’s... Lair. If you could call it that. Office? Same thing.

You walked off quickly, and entered his office. If you could call it that.

Miguel watched you sternly and crossed his arms as he stalked over your smaller form

“Hola, Miguelito!”

“Ay. You’re finally here.” he grumbled, putting his large hand on the top of your head, pushing back stray locks of hair to kiss your forehead.

You smiled warmly, unaware of the daunting gaze he held on you.

“I have to ask something of you.” he mumbled as he lightly peppered your face in kisses, “És muy importante...”*

“Lo que tú quieras...”*

He stared down for a moment.

“Quiero un bebé.”*

Oh.

You stared up at him nervously, your face flushed as your hands twittered together, and you gazed nervously up at him, “Oh?”

“Shock.” he hissed and held your chin as his kisses became more passionate, “Wanna get you pregnant, I want to give you a little baby. A little baby that looks like you, shock. You would make such a good mommy. Cuidando chamacos qué ni son tuyos... Y lo hacés tan bién...”*

Your breath hitched but you smiled up at him, “Me gustaría tener un bebé contigo...”*

The bed screeched underneath the brutal pace Miguel was going at, how many hours had it been?

Fuck.

Your clammy hands pulling at the sheets and the hiccups and tears that left your eyes as he pounded over and over again.

His tip prodding at your abused cervix, the harsh little veins scratching at your sweetest spots, and the scruffiness of his happy trail scratching at your little pearl of nerves.

God knows how many orgasms you had, your ankles over his shoulders as he bent you in half had your squelching cunt shaking and twitching as tears left your eyes at rapid paces.

“Dios. Ay! Miguel, por favor—Sisisi— ay! Ahí! Ahí!”* you begged in tears, both of you reduced to mingled Spanish as he gruffed and grunted.

“Te voy a llenar otraves, así te gusta. Sí. Tómalo todo. No dejes qué sé salga nada. Te voy a llenar de bebés. Te voy a dejar redonda y hinchada, hasta qué quedes bién embarazada y tengas mí bebé. Hasta qué grites de tan sensible y débil qué estés...”* he hissed back and kissed you with a stronger passion.

He was relentless with his pace as his fingers worked your nipples and he mused something about getting to drink from your swollen boobs, and getting to dress you in maternity clothes— how he couldn’t wait to watch it work wonders on your body. And how well he would take care of you with his baby. How his spoiled little wife would get nothing but the best, and have her with the most beautiful baby imaginable.

No mercy was bestowed on your poor body and less so that night. Your poor cunt was seeping his essence, and every time that a single drop leaked, he gave you another round until you passed out, only to fall asleep to his gentle praises and his gentle caresses.

Because he wouldn’t have it any other way; you would make the perfect mommy, and god was he lucky, that ring on your finger was absolutely perfect...

But what would make this more perfect? A little baby in your arms.

Surely, as soon as the baby was here, it wouldn’t be very long until he wanted another.

♡

Translations:

It’s very important...

Whatever you want.

I want a baby.

Taking care of rascals that aren’t even yours... And you do it so well...

I would like to have a baby with you...

There, there!

I’m going to fill you up again. That’s how you like it. Yes. Take it all. Don’t let anything spill out. I’m going to fill you with babies. I’m going to leave you round and swollen. Until you’re pregnant and you have my baby. Until you scream from how sensitive and weak you are...

#atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel smut #miguel o'hara smut #dom miguel o’hara #dom!miguel o’hara

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yaboiyandere · 11 months

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Yandere Miguel O’Hara

-If it were up to you, anyone other than you would be the web-slinging hero, but at times like now you realize not anyone should wield the great powers you’ve come to call your own.

-You’ve been your city’s wall-crawling vigilante for a couple of years now, and not to brag, but you’ve been doing great! Ever since you lost your husband, Miguel, to a lab accident that got you your powers, you’ve been trying to keep the city as safe as he wanted it to be. For him, and your daughter.

-It’s been harder to be a single parent and a webhead, especially as Gabriella has gotten older and more aware of your absence. Being an arachnid is busy. Then comes Gabriella’s elementary school graduation. You were so excited and promised you’d make it. The city can be fine for a night, right?

-That’s why you’re sitting in an elementary school cafeteria, on one of the comically small benches, proud as can be, when all of a sudden the room shakes with a sudden crash. parents and children scatter, adults, swarming the stage and grabbing their kids. Caught under some debris, you’re last to reach the crowd of distressed citizens. A slimy tentacle peeks out through the wall.

-you quickly find your daughter hiding under one of the tables and try to pull her out and towards the nearest exit. “No! It’s all my fault! If I didn’t make you come here tonight then this never would have happened!” She cries. your heart hurts for your daughter. Did she know? For how long? You sigh shakily and hug her.

-“Yknow, I became Spider-Man for you.” She sniffs. “Really?” “Well, also your dad.” You both go silent. “I don’t want you to end up like him” “dead?” “…yeah.” “I know.” “I guess you know a lot more than I thought, huh?” She giggles, tears still in her eyes.

-A scream is let out, causing both of you to snap your heads toward it. “That’s my queue.” you joke. You pull your formal wear off, revealing your spider suit, and pull on your mask. “Keep those safe for me, will ya? That’s my only good-“ your spidey senses trigger, but a tentacle quickly wraps around your leg and yanks you back. The man connected to the tentacle is seemingly dressed as a pirate, and the tentacles protrude his legs are supposed to be.

-“Gross gross gross! How do you even pee man?!” You yell, only to get slammed against the ceiling. You immediately start tying his tentacles together with webbing only for him to slip out due to their slippery texture. You’re about to call it quits and just start biting them off, after all, they serve calamari at fancy restaurants, right? And this is like the same thing-

-your thoughts get interrupted by a blue-clad man bursting behind your attacker, and clawing at his head. He quickly yanks his head back and bites at his neck. You’re in shock at the sudden attack and worried this might be your next opponent. As the pirate falls, the man squints at you, or at least you think so, hard to tell with the mask. “I like your mask” you joke, as he approaches you. “Got one just like it at home”. He silently stands in front of you, looking at some hologram watch. You gulp. You suddenly feel something grab at your leg, and look down to see Gabriella crying. “Don’t hurt my (parent)! Please” she sobs.

-Just like her father, trying to protect you. And possibly about to get killed for it. You put a protective hand on her head. The blue man stares at her, his holographic screen disappearing. You all stand there for a minute, quiet, except for your daughter’s choked sobs.

-“…are you scared of me?” The man asks her. She’s still hiding behind your leg but nods. You unconsciously nod as well. He sighs and seems regretful. He looks at you. “What’s your name?” “Ah, that’s kinda classified.” “Fine” he presses something on his suit and the mask dissolves, revealing his face.

-your dead husband’s face. “My name is Miguel O’Hara, and you probably already knew that.” You stutter out a yes. “Good, that makes this much easier.” He smiles, and hugs you. You’re too shocked to hug back, essentially seeing a ghost. So shocked you think your spidey senses are just because of your emotions, and not the incoming fangs in your neck. They’re just a prick, but your body quickly sags.

-“Daddy?” “It’s me, sweetie” this Miguel, this evil Miguel coos at your daughter. She sniffles and hugs him and you. You want to cry out, tell her to run, but you can’t. He picks you and her up. “Lyla, let’s bring these two home.” “Can do, boss” You’re quickly swallowed into an orange hole.

-that was three days ago. You’ve been trapped in this minimalist nightmare of an apartment, in this futuristic city. At least you get a good view of this place. Your daughter has been taking it well, considering she just got her dad back, but you?

-Miguel hugs you from behind. “How are you, mi amor?” He kisses your neck. You’re silent. He sighs on your shoulder. “Look, I know you miss swinging around town, but this is safer. I can’t lose you again.” You stay silent.

-“I don’t like this attitude” he grumbles. Now it’s your turn to sigh. He’s about to start again when your daughter rushes in. “Look what I made, Daddy!” She sits next to you two. It’s a scribbly drawing of the three of you, all happy. Not a spider, or mask in sight. You tune out Miguel’s compliments and stare.

-Maybe, you could leave the web-slinging to someone else from now on. And be just as happy as you look in the drawing. Something about the smirk you feel on your neck from Miguel tells you that you don’t have a choice.

(might continue or write from Miguel’s POV)

#spiderverse spoilers #spiderverse imagine #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #yandere #yandere imagine #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere miguel x reader #miguel o’hara #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #x gn y/n #x gn reader

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kissitbttr · 11 months

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you think miguel would have a positive reaction when he finds out you like him?

i’d like to think he’d be sooo awkward about it lmao. also not knowing how to react (+doesn’t even believe it)

he’s never had any real relationships before (unless with one many years ago) , maybe few flings here and there but it was never that serious. talking to people has never been his forte, that man is too fucking stoic that others would basically mistaken him as a rock. he holds too much of serious conversations and never know how to let things go, so to some, that could be an ultimate deal breaker.

there had been times where he got hit on multiple times, and he always brushed them off by saying ‘beat it’

he’s never willing to try again. not like he needed to anyway. his mind is already occupied with work.

but then came along you.

you with your pretty eyes,pretty hair, cute bubbly personality and flirty persona that got everyone hooked. he’s seen how you interact with others and he hates it. because you’re so distracting that it would make the others lose focus and he doesn’t appreciate that. he hates it.

or maybe the reason he hates it so much it’s the fact that you always flirt with Ben and call him ‘puddin.’ always running up to him and give him a hug—sometimes he’d see you wrap your legs around him too.

why would you do that? don’t you know that he fucking. hates it?

why would you ever create a nickname only for Ben? what about the others? why not him? why not Miguel?

do you like Ben?

Miguel doesn’t even know why it bothers him, but it does keep him up at night. he doesn’t like you, does he? you two barely talked and even when you do talk it’s mainly work matters. he refuses to like you.

“you’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?”

Lyla’s playful voice snaps him out of his train of thoughts as he quickly remains his posture,

Miguel clears his throat. “don’t know what you’re talking about.” his brows furrowing as his eyes remain focus on his computer screen,

“oh come on, you’re not fooling anybody. i can see the way you look at her when she’s talking or laughing. you’ve got heart eyes, my man.” Lyla teases, smirking lightly. “and i also remember correctly how you almost smash a laptop towards Ben when you saw him with her at the cafeteria and you gave him a ‘pep talk’?”

“because it wasn’t professional. this is not a place where two coworkers can flirt with each other as they please.” he responds lamely, knowing that is not a good enough excuse for Lyla to believe. she’s smarter than that.

“one. i didn’t say anything about them flirting. two. Ben came out of your office shaking and refused to talk to anyone for days! you’re crazy you know that?”

Miguel rolls his eyes, waving his hand over. “get back to work Lyla.”

“you like her.”

“no i don’t” he lies, gulping slightly. see that’s the thing about him. when he lies, he gets nervous. and Lyla can see that crystal clear.

“oh my god you totally do! i knew my instincts never wrong. Jess thought the same too”

“what the—“

“you know, usually? when a guy likes someone he’d ask the girl out. Not being a creep about it and threaten almost everyone at work to stay away from her.”

“i do not. like her” he emphasizes quite heavily, pinching between his forehead with his finger and thumb. “this is not important Lyla, we’ve got better things to do.”

as she about to say what a bad liar he is, she sees a silhouette of a woman walking into the office. you’re entering the room with a smile on your face and give Lyla a small wave as she returns one,

“speak of the angel herself. gotta go!” Lyla cheery voice causing him to whip his head. “Good luck!”

“wait what?! Lyla! Don’t—“ his voice gets cut off once the hologram disappears, groaning afterwards.

he hears your footsteps getting closer but he tries to keep his composure and not acknowledge you. perhaps he’s being an asshole but hey, what else is new?

“ouch. never met someone who’s very unhappy to see me. you’re definitely the first.” you pout pretending to be hurt, taking few steps closer to where he’s at,

he ignores your comment as he keeps his eyes fixated on the screen. “I’m working. what do you need?”

“just stopping by. it’s getting pretty boring out there you know? Miles is nowhere to be seen, Peter is busy with Mayday, Gwen is catching up with Jess and Hobie— i don’t even want to begin. Thought I’d come and see you.”

his heart definitely isn’t beating hard. definitely not.

“aren’t you usually with Ben? i see the two of you always talking in the hallways. why not go to him?”

you groan, throwing your head back as you start walking around. “ugh! all he talks about is muscles and protein sources! not to mention he never skips flexing. he’s got penis for brain, i don’t why you hired that guy. such a Ken doll.”

Miguel is glad that you aren’t facing him. because you manage to bring a small smile to his face with that comment. you’d never gonna let that one go if you see him smiling.

“well he’s good. he’s a great partner. better than Peter, I’d say. no reason to kick him off.”

“oh I’ll kick him alright” you roll your eyes as if it’s the obvious thing and you miss how miguel tries to hold back his laughter. he likes how feisty you get sometimes,

“have you—eaten already?” miguel awkwardly tries to start a conversation once he realizes the two of you sit there in silence for fifteen minutes. he must’ve think that you’re waiting for him to say something,

your lips curve into a small smirk as you watch how adorable he gets when he’s nervous. scratching the back of his head and trying his best to avoid an eye contact. it’s easy to tell how you make him shrink like a little kid crushing on his classmate.

yeah, Jess and Lyla told you everything. so this would be fun

“nope” you shake your head, rolling the chair closer in front of him as you slightly move forward. you admire the way his eyes stare intently into something, how his lower lip poke out in concentration and the way his thick brows knitted together making it impossible for you to stay sane.

does he know he’s handsome as fuck? and sexy too? his rough image and demeanor maybe look a bit intimidating to some but to you?

biggest turn on.

“why, you wanna take me out to lunch or something?”

he chokes at that, eyes finally looking up to you as he sees the playful smile on your face and the way your head tilt to the side. as if you’re teasing him,

“no. it was just a simple question.” he replies boringly. “why haven’t you eaten yet? it’s almost three. quieres enfermarte?”

“well” you start, moving slowly towards his side with him watching you like a hawk, eyeing every move. “i’m actually waiting for you to buy me lunch. there’s a new Asian cuisine in the cafeteria called beef rendang… i think? and boy it smells so good! why don’t we go together? plus you need a fucking break, man. you’ve been at this shit for hours.”

miguel is both surprised and confused. why the sudden invitation? why are you even talking to him? he lightly scoffs at how bold you are but he will never admit how much he likes it,

“why are you suddenly taken an interest in talking to me?”

“what are you talking about?” you ask playing dumb, looping a finger around the belt hole of your flared jeans. “I’ve always been interested.”

his heart skips at that. and he has no idea if you meant it or actually joking.

he says nothing only a hum. you assume that he’s disappointed with your answer because it isn’t specific. so you decide to continue,

leaning your body forward, you’re close enough to invade his personal space as you pretend to whisper a dark secret. “because i like you. like—like you like you. isn’t it obvious?”the answer is simple. pretty straightforward and you guess that he doesn’t get that often because of how he reacts.

he halts. beautiful eyes widen in surprise as he slowly turns to you who wears the opposite expression. a wide smile painted on your glossed lips, legs swinging back and forth—he admits that you look cute doing that—blinking your eyes rapidly in flirty manner.

you’re the only person who can make him weak on his knees. everyone can see that.

“what?”

“what you just said.” he points, now his work left abandoned. deciding to focus on you. “did you mean it?”

“every word.”

“are you sure?”

“why is it so hard for you to believe me?” you ask out of curiosity. brows furrowed as your arms crossed,

“nothing it’s just—“he scratches his head, looking down because he’s afraid if he looks into your eyes he’d form into a puddle. “you were never—you never said anything, carińo. i didn’t even think you like me.”

you nod, crossing your legs. “I’m just gonna ignore how you call me that unless you want me to get down on my knees and give you the best fucking head you will ever have.”

for what it’s like a hundredth time, he blushes at your choice of words. God, you have no filter at all.

“how could i say something when all you do is talk serious shit all the time? can’t even joke with you Miguel. people are basically scared of you. hell! even I’m terrified of you.” you confess,

“is that why you never—call me names?”

“what, a dick? or an ass?”

“no!” he exclaims, sounding offended. wondering if that what you must have thought of him back then. “i mean—you never give me a nickname—only with Ben” he mutters, feeling embarrassed of having to admit that out loud,

you scrunch your nose. “puddin? why is that even—ohhh” a sudden realization hit you and that’s where you laugh, throwing your head back and Miguel looks irritated at the fact you’re laughing,

“something funny?”

you nod your head vigorously, still laughing a bit as you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye. “Jess and Lyla are sooo right. you’re jealous.”

“i’m not!”

“hmm yes you are.” you giggle, seeing how his lips form into a pout and the skin between his eyebrows wrinkled. “that’s cute though. i promise not to tell anyone.”

he huffs, but internally relieved that you’re keeping your mouth shut. he will never hear the end of it by anyone if that one gets out.

“so..” he trails, releasing a small sigh. “you.. like me..?”

once again you nod, “i do.”

“g-good cause uh—i kinda like you too.”

“kinda?” you pretend to get hurt, hand over your heart. “is that all?! I’m quite offended! i poured my heart out to you!”

“ay, bueno listo! a lot! i like you—a lot.” he finally confesses, leg bouncing up and down due to nerves. “i just don’t how to say it or at least—act like it.”

“i can see that. you’re horrible at showing emotions except for anger, Miguel.” you reply, standing from your seat as you extend your hand to him. "but don't worry. i'll show you how to love. now come on."

he quirks an eyebrow, giving you an questioning look. "what are you doing?"

"uhm, getting some food? i'm starved. and you're coming with me. you have to eat something" a smile reaches your lips as he begins to mirror your expression while placing his hand on yours before standing up as well. you like how he towers over you. he’s a freakishly large man

“okay. i’d like that actually, querida.”

you give him a toothy grin. both of your hands are intertwined as the two of you walk towards the exist. you sense Miguel feeling awkward about the hand holding thing so you decide to ease his nerves by rubbing your thumb slightly against his skin.

“oh and also. you shall worry not a single thing about the whole nickname thing. you can choose what you like to be called by me and it’s all yours.”

a/n: this turned into a long ass fic im sorry lol

also does this one make sense? i feel like it’s rushed:// nevertheless hope you enjoy!

[i would let this man tear my pu—*phone drops*]

#miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara blurbs

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lacedinweb22 · 9 months

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Vampire Next Door ♱✮♱ Miguel O'Hara x reader Miguel's POV Chapter 3: and I remember her... ˚○◦˚.

ch. 1 ch. 2

Your neighbor is strange, to say the least. Miguel O’Hara: Alchemax’s newest scientist, genius, most sought-after bachelor … and according to your wildest suspicions … a vampire?

── ⋆⋅⟡⋅⋆ ──

She looks just like I remember her.

Plump rosy lips, that same flush of color in her cheeks, soft hair that falls perfectly into place, and a beautiful, contagious smile, one I’d let myself be infected by, that is, if I wasn’t thinking of the one million things I had to do, the people I had to protect, and that piece of shit tied up in my bathroom.

When she talks, when I stare hard enough, I can find little changes in her: the way she carries herself, the way she looks up at me, the slight change in the colors she wears, but still, even through that, I see her, and I remember her… and the thoughts from then rush back.

But I’ve changed … a lot in the past two years. A lot. So I wasn’t too surprised when she didn't remember me. There were three hundred people in that hall, and I was just one of many TAs. I do remember making eye contact with her more than I could count. I thought she’d notice, thought maybe she’d feel it,

but guess she didn’t.

Anyways, can’t be too involved with new girl. I acknowledged the odds that she round up across the hall from me, but also acknowledged the risks. I can only keep work so far away from home. Shit follows me.

She let me walk through her apartment. It’s empty, but just from the one box I carried, I can tell she’s going to make it her own.

Boots. She had her own style then and she has her own style now, and I know her place will reflect that when she’s done with it. I wonder if she’ll invite me over at some point, when she’s done decorating and settling in.

Now, I stand in her empty bathroom, watching her unpack. Today’s my off day, so I figure I’ll bother her a bit, jog her memory.

The walls are thin, I know that now.

The fucker thumps against my wall, forcing my visit at her place to be cut short. I rush to my front door, he whines through the red webs I shut him up with. I flash her a smile, “Ha yeah, gotta help the little guy, I’ll- uh I’ll catch you later,” I say, blocking her from seeing the inside of my apartment.

I know I seem like an asshole, and the shitty side of me, the Spider-Man side of me, wants her to perceive me that way. I can’t afford to get close to anyone again. Not after what happened.

I slam the door shut.

I storm over to the bathroom. The anomaly I’ve caught, who I still need answers from, sits tied up in the bathtub. He glitches in the red stringy mess he’s tied up in.

I would have brought him to HQ, but Jess would want to help, probably scold me, and I had to deal with this one on my own.

“Maldito idiota, I told you, I’m not letting you go, and I’m not letting you die until you tell me who fucking sent your ass! How did you find me in this universe?!” I kick him as he lays sideways on the tile floor.

He rolls his eyes.

“Coño, I didn’t want to have to drag you across my freshly mopped floor, but you’re disturbing the neighbors.”

Dragging him to the kitchen, I question him a bit more, rip off the webs on his mouth, and when he smart-talks, I shut him back up and relent.

Letting out a self-pitying groan, I tap my watch. The portal opens and I drag him back to HQ.

My suit activates upon arrival. Jess looks me up and down from the platform.

“I hope I’m wrong about where you just came from, Miguel,” she mutters, looking down at her watch.

“Shut up, leave me alone … Peter Parkedcar, anomaly control. Pick-up in my office, please,” I speak into my watch.

I leave the anomaly glitching on the floor, and shoot web to pull myself up to the platform.

“What did I tell you about bringing work home, Miguel?”

I storm by her, ignoring her scolding, heading straight to the hologram screens.

“Yo sé, yo sé,” I mutter, swiping across the screen.

“Hmm, your hair looks nice. It’s … different.”

“Different?”

“You don’t usually have your hair that way, is what I’m saying. What’s the occasion?”

How can she tell?

“Are you seeing someone?” she asks, standing behind me, reaching her hand beside me to help organize my tabs.

“No, why would I– no,”

“Miguel … I’ll get it out of you eventually, so might as well tell me now before you start letting it affect your work, act weird, and end up making a mess of yourself … a mess that I’ll have to clean up … not that I’m complaining I just–”

“There’s a new girl, someone I knew back at NYU … and now she lives across the hall from me. I don’t want her to get in the way.”

“Get in the way of what? Stop bringing work home and she won’t be in ‘the way.’ Easy,” she shrugs.

I exhale. It was … recent. Time won’t fly. The pain in my chest deepens, I remember it all for a second. I feel her eyes looking up at me. She knows.

I look down at the hand she’s now rested on my forearm. She looks up at me, brows knit together, her worry visible even through her goggles.

“You can let it go, Miguel. You can have a life outside of … this.”

“This is my life. This is my responsibility.”

“No. There are hundreds of us, Miguel. It’s all of ours. You know … if I could find love, create life, and still be here kicking ass and being a good friend to you, then so can you. You can live again,”

I sigh, head hung low. It takes a lot to admit to myself, how exhausted I am … from everything. I haven’t breathed in months.

“Let yourself live again.”

I breathe back the tears welling up.

“Yo sé,” I manage to mutter.

“Invite her out, Miguel, put yourself out there,” she encourages, patting my back then jumping off the platform.

“How’s … Baby doing?” I ask, turning around to watch her leave.

“Baby’s healthy and happy,” she calls out, rubbing her belly.

“Gracias a Dios.”

“Miguel, do yourself a favor… be more like Baby,” she mutters walking out.

I let myself chuckle then look back at the screen.

My fingers subconsciously open that file. I feel myself smile, watching my past self be happy, full of life.

Let yourself live again.

Maybe I’ll try.

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ch.4 here >:D

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comfortless · 5 months

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syl. *grabs you and shakes you* syl. i woke up in a cold sweat thinking of like… könig. already off to a great start ik. but space opera könig. (not like star wars or anything) but think like 70s aesthetics all bright and colorful. he’s a bandit in a stolen ship, formerly part of a military group making peace with other planets but something went awry and he’s just having fun now!

reader is part of a small research group that has landed on a planet he’s camped out on and he’s just like “ok” followed by “i want that”. steals all of her supplies and then her. doesn’t care how much she protests when he just hauls her over his shoulder, pats her butt bc he thinks THATS going to calm her down and throws her into his ship.

she’s happy he’s not some creepy alien but at the same time who really knows what’s under that hood anyway hmmmm and she wants to hate him but also all that’s playing in her head is that one rah band song. messages from the stars lmao please. there is something in the way you write that is so special to me and if you were to come up with a full blown story for my dumb idea i think i would scream for 20 hours straight.

lil wisp….. you have no idea what this has done to me. i am going to be thinking about this for an eternity. let’s cook.. i see your vision and i would love nothing more than this too!!

content/warnings: implied violence, abduction, dubcon groping?

König’s been on his own, drifting through the stars for so long. Only raiding the ships he comes across for food, supplies, and when he stumbles across a mechanic he puts them to work with a silly laser rifle pointed right at their head (because let’s face it— when you’re a wanted space pirate who in the universe is going to fix your ship for you??). He’s put all of human etiquette far behind him, and now his life is quite literally just one relentless adventure. He wouldn’t have it any other way!

That is, until his ship is fucked up again, displaying about thirty bright red warnings on its silly hologram screens that he just can not make sense of. The thing is old, has been shot at more times than even he can count, and it’s finally failing him if the loud sputtering and incessant orbital beeps are anything to go by. He considers his luck has run out when he lands the damned thing on some hunk of rock out on the outskirts of a galaxy most don’t even bother with, because there’s nothing out here.

Thankfully, his frustration is short-lived because a smaller ship lands only a few days later; painted in the bright, pearlescent blues and pinks of your standard peace-keeping, research vessel. It’s the perfect craft to steal and it wouldn’t even be difficult… the three humans that exit are so much smaller than him and entirely unguarded. They’re just here to study a few minerals, maybe haul some back to their little camp a few worlds over for fuel and research. He won’t even get into too much trouble for it, he thinks, because even his trashed ship could take them back home. See!! He isn’t all that bad…

At least, until he notices her, bent over admiring some silly, little cluster of crystals in her skin-tight jumpsuit that makes him see stars. The heavy boots that rise up to her knees making her look like little more than a fauness, and she’s so pretty he just can’t help but get a closer look while her teammates are off chittering away and exploring the nothing planet.

She isn’t even afraid of him when he approaches. Just straightens up with her hands clasped in front of her and a smile on her face. She hasn’t seen the holograms of him, displaying a sizable bounty for his veiled head, doesn’t take a wary note of the massive rifle he has slung over his shoulder; she just sees another person. He hasn’t been looked at like that since long before he left home!!

This sweet woman has no sense of self-preservation either, because she immediately asks him if he needs food or water; gestures over to her brightly colored ship with that pretty smile ever-present on her face, and that’s all it takes for him to decide that not only is he taking the craft, he’s taking her too.

He doesn’t say a word when he lifts her up over his shoulder, and the poor thing must be shocked because it takes her a moment before she starts squirming in his grip. König does well to remove the little radio strapped to her hip, giving her ass a firm squeeze in the process before tossing it in the dust behind him. That’s all it takes to shut his little prinzessin up before he hauls her back into her ship and demands she turn off any tracking systems. Her knees are a bit weak when she fumbles with the control panels, and he’s unashamed of his own erection when he slides in behind her to lean over the console as the ship starts up.

She whines about leaving her friends stranded, of course, but he’s in a world of his own when he grabs her by the hips and seats her in his lap while she pilots. Never mind the others, he’ll take good care of her, honest!!

#könig x you #könig x reader #konig #könig #messages from the stars… LOL… anon if i had the time to write a full blown fic of this rn i would but my god #i need to propose actually this is such a good concept…

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aliorsboxostuff · 11 months

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BROO YOUR MIGUEL X MALE READER FICS ARE SO AAAAGHDHFBSJJFM GOT ME GIGGLIN N SHIT

Can i req for a fic where miguel is wounded and reader has to patch him up? idrc if its smut or fluff either way im eating it

IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR PATCHING UP FICS AHHHH ty anon i’m writing this to be a very soft and fluffy fic, a bit short and a bit of angst sprinkled here but just nice stuff for our big softie Miguel <3

The Wounded

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Miguel O’hara x gn!reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Spider Society, No Smut, Kissing , Fluff, Reader is a sunshine, Soft!Miguel, Established relationship, patching up, healing fic, non-graphic description of wounds, mentions of blood and cuts

Another day of being Spiderman leads to another wound that's a bit too hard for the healing factor to take care of. Luckily, Miguel lets you take care of his wounds

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Being Spiderman requires an understanding of basic procedures. Including knowing what to do when you run out of web fluids and are falling between buildings, or when you're healing factor just doesn't work fast enough.

You were looking into improving your web shooters, deep in your part of the lab, stacks of books and tech strewn about, when your wrist suddenly beeps. The sound snaps you out of your focus trance and you quickly pull it up to display the hologram.

Lyla pops up, you can see anxiety behind her tinted glasses. “Hey cutie, sorry to interrupt your work hours but uh…” She glitches. “I think you might wanna check on Miguel,”

“What? What's wrong with him?” You were already clicking back the shooter you were examining and standing from your seat, making your way to the exit doors.

“Today’s mission went a bit… Messy. Infirmary is packed full right now and he’s resisting the help-”

“Can you send him to our room instead?”

“Already on it,” She nods, and a screen appears in front of her. “He’s stable right now, but he’d appreciate the help, especially on the stomach wound,”

“Shit…” You muttered before flicking your wrist which makes the Lyla disappears. You quickly leap off of the walkway, swinging above the other Spider-people. As you shoot out another web, you swing past the doors to the infirmary, seeing Spider-people going in and out of the room. Your stomach drops. Knowing Miguel, he would've sent the others to treat their injuries there while he excuses himself, always with his excuses. His own ego doesn't let him be seen as weak in front of others, and you're the only exception.

After swinging past more walkways, you finally made your way to Miguel's office, quickly running into the side room where you and Miguel rest.

“Miguel?” You knocked twice on the door, hearing a low groan from him. “I’m coming in,”

You push the door to Miguel on the floor, supporting his upper body on the edge of the bed. Your eyes widen, quickly moving to his side, dropping to the floor next to him. Your hands cup his jaws, turning him towards you. “Miguel? Hey, it’s me, hey,”

His breath is labored, eyes flashing as he blinks rapidly before he finally registers your appearance when he glances at you. Miguel growls, holding one side while his other arm claws at the sheets. “You dont… need to help…”

“Yes I fucking do.” You stare him down before slowly bringing your hands to remove the one holding at his side. It reveals a long cut, from his hip to his middle, dangerously close to his stomach. If whoever attacked him angled their weapon just right, it would’ve struck his- “Okay, alright let’s get you on the bed,”

With your super strength, moving Miguel to lie down on the bed wasn't a hassle. Miguel grunts as he’s set on the bed, still holding at the gaping wound. You quickly run into the ensuite bathroom, grab the emergency kit from the cabinet and run right back, dropping down beside you’re groaning boyfriend. Opening the case, it has the necessary supplies you need. You swiftly pull off your mask and gloves, coaxing Miguel to remove his hands.

“Lyla disable the top part of Miguel’s suit.” The suit glitches away. The cut doesn't seem too deep to penetrate fat, therefore it won't need stitches, but a hand full of butterfly plasters and a good wrap of bandages. You pull and bundle up the blanket, pushing it beneath Miguel's hand.

“Hold this babe, I’m going to get a wet towel,” Miguel nods.

You quickly run into the bathroom again, grabbing the two towels that were hung and running them under the tap, making sure they're soaked. You twist them, enough to get excess water out and run straight back to your boyfriend. Carefully, you remove the blanket and his hand, before beginning to clean the cut, patting around it with the damp towel. Miguel hisses, biting down on his fist, which worries you.

“Here, don't hurt yourself,” You try a small smile, relief to see Miguel’s eye roll as a response. You hand him one of the pillows so he doesn't inject himself with his paralyzing venom. Once you are he’s safe, you continue your cleaning. The towel has been successfully covered in blood, but the cut is now clean and oozing fresh blood instead. You quickly grab a pair of tweezers and a ball of cotton, putting enough Betadine to coat the ball before pressing it against the edges of the wound.

Miguel growls on top of you, arching his back which pushes him to recline his head, his claws dig into the mattress, no doubt his fangs have punctured the pillow. You deflate, knowing how much it’s hurting him. “I know, I’m sorry, but it’ll be done soon Miguel,”

You can already see the sweat forming on his temple when you're finally done addressing the cut with betadine. You throw the cotton balls away, looking into the box for butterfly bandaids. Spotting them, you pull enough out and also a couple of rolls of bandages. You place the bandaids in a row, making sure they're secured around the wound, closing the gaps before it could make a larger gash. Once the band-aids are placed, you sit back on your haunches, satisfied with your work. You dab the blood that escaped before you closed the wound with a clean part of the towel, happy now that the wound is finally clean and closed.

“Okay, it’s done. I’m going to wrap it up now babe, sit up,” You help Miguel to lean against you, his head on your shoulder so your hands are free to wrap the bandages around his middle. He groans, burying himself in the crook of your neck, the pillow thrown somewhere in the room.

Steadily, you begin wrapping the bandage around him, making sure it isn't too tight or too loose. The first few layers were stained with blood residue until the bandage was wrapped thick enough to show nothing. Cutting the end of the bandage with the scissors provided, you tie it up snugly before carefully moving Miguel to lean on the headboard, a propped-up pillow to support his back.

“There. Not too tight right?” He shakes his head, winching a bit. Your brows crease. You stand, grabbing the stray mug on the nightstand before heading to the bathroom, and filling the mug with water. You come back and hand the cup to Miguel, before popping a couple pills of painkillers on your palm and pushing it to your boyfriend. He eyes them skeptically. “I know the super healing will take care of most of it, but that’ll help. Drink.”

Miguel huffs, taking the pills and gulping them down with water. He set the mug aside, refusing to meet your eyes. You sigh, slowly taking his hand to entwine with yours, brushing his bruised knuckles. “Can I see the other ones, Miguel?”

“I’ll be fine, the others will heal,”

You sigh, tracing circles on his knuckles. His eyes are far away, staring out into Nueva York from the room's large windows. The sun has started to set, flooding the room with a hue of orange and hints of violet. Miguel refuses to meet you, knowing your eyes will be filled with worry and guilt, knowing you weren't there for Miguel in his mission. Miguel was the one who insisted that for you to stay in the HC, working on your latest upgrade, but he knew how dangerous today's mission was supposed to be, and he couldn't see you get hurt the way he did.

Miguel softly grasps your hand, tightening your loose hold. Your eyes widen, raising your head to meet his eyes, gleaming in the burning sky. His usual stoic profile fades into something softer, something more sincere. He brings your hand towards him, effectively pulling you up to sit on the edge of the bed, and places a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

“Thank you,” He manages, shakily. “For patching me up,”

You smile, and a relieved sigh follows as you scoot closer to him. Your free hand cups his jaw slowly as you lean closer. His lips brush yours. Miguel sighs, tilting his head to kiss you deeper, and you obliged. Your hand brushes the curls behind his head, smiling at the feeling of your boyfriend surviving another day of being Spiderman. When you two pull back, you stay closer by pressing your crown against his, panting from the kiss, but relief nonetheless. You grin, feeling your boyfriend's warm breath, before stealing another short peck. “I’m going to get you food,”

With that, Miguel sighs but nods, letting your hand go. You smile fondly, getting up to leave the room and get your boyfriend something to help his healing factor.

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Brother's Keeper AU Story Post 12 (Part 2)

AU MASTER POST

BEGINNING | PREVIOUS | NEXT

[Image ID under the cut]

[IMAGE ID: Three pages of a black and white comic.

PAGE ONE

PANEL 1: Perry Porter continues his news report. "Further investigation," he says, "reveals that this human has been the subject of sightings in Bonesborough for a few weeks now, and is the cause of a recent disturbance at Hexside School. For further comment, here is my own son, Augustus." PANEL 2: Perry interviews Gus, who is grinning with excitement. "Augustus, is it true you've encountered this human before?" "Yeah!" exclaims Gus, "She snuck into the school and now she's my friend! Her name is Luz!" PANEL 3: "Now that they're together, I can see…" says Belos. "It's them." With a point of his finger, he conjures hologram-like illusions of Luz and Lillith, who stand in the throne room facing them, with their names above their heads. "I don't understand," says Caleb. PANEL 4: The illusions have transformed into Luz and Lilith in their disguises from "Elsewhere and Elsewhen." The names over their heads have changed to "Luzura" and "Aunt Dirtrude." "I had to consult memory magic to be sure," Belos says, "but I was correct." Caleb reads the names out loud: "Luzura and--" PANEL 5: He points, laughing. "Wait, is that the witch who broke your nose?" "They're the two who helped me find the Collector," Belos grumbles. "I did always have questions about them. Clearly there was time magic involved."

PAGE TWO

PANEL 1: A profile view of Caleb, quietly sad. "I see," he says. "And this human attacked a witch in a duel." PANEL 2: But then he turns and brings a hand to his chin in thought. "But… the boy called her his friend?" "Either a cunning ploy, or she is… struggling to find her way," responds Belos. "Either way, she isn't ready to face a witch." PANEL 3: A view of footage from the news report, projected by the crystal ball. In a moment from the episode "Convention," Eda exposes the power glyph used on Amity while Luz looks on in surprise. Belos continues to speak off screen. "If it wasn't for the Owl Lady's intervention, she would have sorely lost." "The Owl Lady protected her?" Caleb asks. "Yes, it appears my suspicions were correct." PANEL 4: "The portal door has reappeared, in the hands of another one of your blasted Clawthornes." A close-up of Belos against a totally black background, his face shadowed. One hateful eye gleams from behind his mask. PANEL 5: A close-up of Caleb staring up at him, also shadowed against black. His face is lined, his single pupil a pinprick. His expression is schooled neutral. "And just as before," Belos continues off screen, "the witch has taken advantage to claim a human soul." PANEL 6: "No wonder the child came to me for help. If not for Lilith, perhaps I could have aided her back then." He stands in front of the projection, watching the newscast, his back to Caleb. "I should order her collected and brought here. Shield her from further corruption. If only the Owl Lady wasn't guarding her." PANEL 7: A close up of Caleb jolting forward, fearful. "NO!" he bursts out.

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PANEL 1: A close-up of Belos glowering dangerously over his shoulder, lit by the broadcast from behind. "No?" PANEL 2: Caleb sweats. "I mean. Philip, don't you think it'll look suspicious to show too much interest in a human?" PANEL 3: Caleb takes Belos hand, clutching him imploringly. "Not to mention the possibilities of meddling in the time-line. It's too risky." Belos isn't looking at him anymore. He looks ahead at the illusion of Luz, whose back is to us in the foreground. His expression is unreadable. PANEL 4: A high angle shot of Belos and Caleb watching Luz's illusion. Caleb still clings to Belos. Luz's illusion is alone now, staring at them blankly as she stands at the far end of the throne room. "Yes," Belos agrees, "I fear it's too early to intervene. It seems the Lord is testing her." PANEL 5: "For now," he continues off screen, "she will have to face the temptations of this realm on her own." A close-up of Caleb, letting out a breath of relief. PANEL 6: Caleb's eyes snap open. Belos' hand has come up to brush his cheek. PANEL 7: Belos pulls Caleb into a hug. Caleb's face over Belos' shoulder is drawn in supressed, silent horror, cast in deep shadows, as Belos murmurs to him reassuringly. "Don't worry, Caleb. The Owl Lady will be taken care of. And then the portal to the human realm will be in safe hands." PANEL 8: Belos and Caleb in profile against a black background, casting long shadows on the ground. Belos hunches over Caleb, one arm around his back and the other hand on the back of his head, pressing him close. Caleb dangles limply, face towards the ceiling, pulled halfway out of his wheelchair. Belos murmurs into Caleb's hair. "I won't let history repeat."

#The Owl House #TOH #Caleb Wittebane #Philip Wittebane #Emperor Belos #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #gus porter #perry porter #Brother's Keeper AU #doodle art #ah yes just totally normal brothers. nothing to see here! I'm sure Caleb and Luz and the Clawthornes will be just fine #with this and the last one there was so much dialogue i finally gave in and started using type instead of hand-lettering #still some kinks to work out but i think i'll stick with it. some def improvements not having to draw out guidelines anymore :)#also!!! my handwriting is now a font. for the sake of transitioning to type without it looking suddenly super different. Very fun :D

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stubz · 18 days

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Drill Day

'Attention participants, the drill will be starting in 1 minute. Take this time to prepare yourselves and to remember that everything that will happen is a simulation. Nothing can or will legitimately hurt you. Should you wish to stop the simulation tap the centerpiece of your vest and you will escorted off, should you be unable to do so simply say 'moon' and you will escorted off.'

"Okay the sound system is good, the holograms and drones are a go, and our actors are ready."

"I still don't know why we need actors when we have perfectly good holograms and drones." Glip didn't want to admit but she was a little hurt that Calis and the Captain didn't trust her work.

"We've been over this. As good as your holograms are they aren't physical which can lower the realism and while your drones are physical they can can be too predictable which is something we don't want. Hence the actors."

"Doubt they'll even be convincing." she grumbled.

To Glip's annoyance and Quip's entertainment the actor's where in fact convincing.

"What are you doing you idiot?! Your in a supply closet with tons of stuff around to use and you use a towel?? You deserve to be captured by enemy forces."

The poor Vrool get's tackled to the ground by an actor who roars in their face, fake fangs and mandibles making them ink themselves.

"Aw buddy, aw there we go! Good sportsmanship actor!" the actor uses the towel to clean the Vrool best they can before finding them a new uniform to change into them a before sending them to the 'jail' set up.

"Shlip who did they hire for this?" honestly this was some of the best simulation acting she's seen in a while.

"Some random ship members who had too much time and was down for a free dinner on Cap."

"Huh, any apexes?"

"Oh yeah, like two thirds of them. Those big ones dressed like a Mors Crawlers? That's a tighalax and a rextalian."

"Great asteroids no wonder those orcs were shaking."

"Yep," he said popping the p. "almost as terrifying as the real thing."

"Wait wait wait, hold the shlipping communicator, we got younglings doing this?"

"Oh quiznack. . .well it's probably gonna be toned down right, right?" he asked looking at his co-worker.

"Yeah, yeah it should be. Look. Like half the actors are leaving...leaving only the scariest ones left." they looked at each other concerned.

"CAAAPPPTAAAIN??"

"What!? Damnit Quip and Glip don't yell into the comms!"

"Are we actually sending younglings into this??"

"Isn't this like youngling endangerment?"

"The kids have been briefed about this and their parents signed off on this. Perfectly legal and safe. I also brought in some experts on this."

"Experts on scaring children?" who the shlip does that??

"Just do your jobs."

...

"OH MY GODS..HOW THE ACTUAL SHLIP?!"

"how the deq are these kids fine with this..."

Said younglings are being chased by actors, dressed as Mors Crawlers and Domitors, the actors giving them very little breathing room.

One of them swipe at the younglings with their prosthetic claws, catching on the little ones clothes. They yank back and the child is sent sprawling towards the jaws of the Domitor, the child's vest lights up red. They're out.

Some more children get caught by claws, tails, and wings. Each one of them are out.

The remaining few duck into an open vent too small for the predators to follow. They claw and roar at the entrance.

"HA! Can't get them now, score one nothing for the younglings!"

"Nope, look at screen 3."

While the actors at the entrance roared and thrashed a few of them ran through the halls until reaching the other side of the vent. Just as the children were coming out.

They could run but to where? Back into the vent? Forward into their pursuers?

Well they tried both.

The largest and strongest charged forward while the smallest ran back.

While the larger and stronger ones were from species known for their power and abilities, they were still younglings going against adults. After some struggling their vests turned red.

Only a handful of younglings reached the vent without getting caught. The ones inside were safe...for now.

....

'Only 5 minutes before the simulation is over. 5 minutes.'

"Well, looks the kids win this one."

"Good for them. They earned it."

"Yeah-hold up...what are they doing?"

The actors were...breaking the wall. They had grabbed chairs and any heavy objects they could and were using them to break down the wall.

"IS THIS ALLOWED?!"

"THERE'S NO WAY IT IS....gods wrath it is...JUST LET THE KIDS HAVE THIS!!"

When a foot of the vent was now revealed they grabbed it and started to pull. The other side, now aware of what was happening, started to push and increase their efforts in grabbing the younglings.

"They're pulling it...oh my gods they're pulling it out of the actual wall!"

"IT'S 15 FEET LONG THOUGH!!"

"HOW MUCH TIME IS LEFT?!"

"2 MINUTES."

Inch by inch the predators pulled out sections of the vent. Almost a third of the way done. The hole left behind now big enough to send over their smallest predator on the other side.

"BODY CAM BODY CAM"

"I'M DOING IT I'M DOING IT"

The beast crawled as fast as it could through the tunnel. The younglings yell and kick at its claws.

A child screams while being dragged out of the body cams view.

"They're dead."

"Yep, you owe me five tix."

"No, I betted on the other rextali-"

"MOON!"

Quip and Glip quieted. Then went into a flurry finding the right camera, searching for the child who said the safe word.

They found the child; Zyz, age 6 years old, species rextalian, being comforted by an actor. Face pressed into the adults fake fur while stroking the child's spine with their palms. Keeping their face and claws out of Zyz's view.

All the other actors around them softly put down the vent pieces and children already caught.

They then step back and then kneel or crouch. Claws are up or by their sides.

The children go to one another, checking up on each other, a few check on Zyz.

One of the actors slowly approaches Zyz on their knees. Hand out holding a tissue.

A tiny hand takes it. Along with the tissue.

And just like that all the other adults scoop up the children. Some are cradled into their chests, needing comfort and to not have them see their masks. Others are put onto their shoulders and backs, not as riled up or in a more playful mood. Some are tossed and dangled, to put them at ease despite the adrenaline coursing through their small bodies.

Soon the sniffles and hiccups are replaced by laughter and cheers.

The claws are replaced by warm sweaty hands.

Fangs and mandibles are replaced by sweaty smiling faces.

Wings and extra appendages are replaced by children hugging the tired actors.

"...they were HUMANS?!?"

"Hey it's Max! ...Ohhh that's whose a professional in scaring kids. That makes sense now."

#shlip is a space curse word #this is influenced by me learning that Maleficent's daughter was the one to play young Aurora #also by the video of that little girl who loved the monster costume #sometimes i play as a monster when with kids and they love it but sometimes it gets to be too much #so i either tone it down by kneeling and being quiet or by giving them space/a break #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #the adventures of kim and max running a space child care centre #not gonna lie I also get pretty competitive when chasing them and trying to catch them to the point where I will almost tackle them #or use their friends as bait to lure in the faster ones

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genneii · 7 months

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stressed workaholic „ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ'ʜᴀʀᴀ

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(NSFW, READ AT YOUR OWN CAUTION!!)

summary: miguel is stressed about the many missions he has to oversee

content: miguel o'hara x f!reader, oral (f->m) fingering, overstimulation, creampie, penetration, unprotected sex, squirting, slut-shaming, pet names (baby + sweetheart)

author's note: if i missed anything in the warnings, please do let me know! enjoy <3

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miguel stared at his screen, furrowing his eyebrows as he watched intently. sighing loudly, he ran his fingers through his hair and stared at the papers on his desk. but before he could even get back to work, he noticed your stupid strut through the corner of his eyes. as he rolled his eyes, he grumbled out, "what do you need this time internee?"

watching as you trotted over to him and flashing him a sweet smile made him irritated for absolutely no reason. his workload was already more than enough for him, he didn't need you bothering him anymore. but when you slid into his lap, he narrowed his eyes. you parted your lips to speak, causing his eyebrows to knit in curiosity of what you would say. „awe, why're you being so cold towards me?„

miguel scoffed and rolled his eyes in response. he was clearly pissed and didn't want to talk at all. seems as if all the stress had gotten to his brain. "i'm not being cold. i'm just tired and stressed from keeping this.. spidey show on the road."

miguel grumbled, turning back to his holographic maps and schematics. his eyes narrowed once more after you decided to rub his back gently, and wondered about what the hell you were plotting. „why don't you let me help you with your stress?„

miguel just rolled his eyes after you spoke and focused on the hologram, which showed a complex system failure rather than the distraction you presented to him. after a minute or so, miguel grumbled out once more, "you being here is just adding onto my stress. this isn't about solving my stress but about managing an entire universe of chaos, Miss Internee."

miguel rolled his eyes, (sassy man apocalypse) and stared at you. he decided to ignore the system's alarm blaring in his ear, since you were being a little too distracting for his own good. after noticing how tight the black skims dress was on you, he opened his mouth to lecture you but you spoke up before he could even say anything. „but sometimes people gotta unravel and let loose for a bit, it'll help you feel better. „

miguel was too busy staring at your plushy lips to even comprehend what you said but once you did, miguel snapped at you. "i do not let 'loose', that's not me. and i certainly don't need some kind of pet project distracting me from doing my job."

miguel snarled and tried to focus on the schematics again. but with your pretty lips pouting, he couldn't even pay attention and figure out what was wrong with the system. and when you tilted your head in a curious manner, miguel couldn't help but glance back at you.

"You know I can't... this isn't right,"

„It isn't a bad thing if nobody finds out, hm?„

"This is wrong on so many levels,"

miguel growled, trying to maintain his professionalism despite the way you was pressing against him. "we can't risk anyone finding out about this."

you just smiled slyly and shifted herself on his lap. miguel admired how the curve of your ass pressed perfectly against his crotch and watch as you began to slowly grind against him. he groaned softly as you grind against him, his cock already hardening in his pants."You're making this very difficult, I'm gonna give you a warning to get off my lap."

he managed to say through clenched teeth. you on the other hand, decided to get smart with him and tease him further. „and what'll you do if I don't?„ you softly murmured, continuing your actions on his lap. miguel grunted and gripped your waist, lifting you off of him and placing her on the desk. your legs were spread and slightly pushed your panties to the side. "You don't understand," he snarled, his face contorted with frustration.

"I can't afford to get tangled up in any kind of scandal like this." You, just let him push her panties to the side, the pretty flesh of yours glistened with arousal. „Nobody will know.„ "I'm not talking about them knowing.." he bit out, his eyes locked on her exposed folds. "I mean... I can't risk it affecting my work or relationships." His voice was thick with desire as he leaned closer, his fingers itching to touch her. „Then I don't mind doing this with you every other day.„

his heart raced as he stared at your glistening folds. he knew he should resist, but the temptation was too great. with a low groan, he leaned down and slowly licked your tight little opening. your fingers immediately latched onto his hair, gripping it as you let out a soft moan. Miguel moaned around her, his tongue circling her entrance slowly, tasting her sweet nectar. He pulled back slightly, his gaze locked on hers as he asked, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

you nodded your head, his hands on her inner thighs to keep it open. you gasped as he used two fingers to spread your folds apart. miguel's eyes darkened with lust as he watched youe reaction. a deep breath escaped his lips and he replaced his fingers with his tongue, pushing deeper into your wet heat. he started to lap at you gently, groaning against your sensitive flesh. "fuck, y/n.."

you shuddered, immediately cumming on his tongue. feeling youe climax, he continued his assault on your sensitive folds, his tongue licking up and out as he milked your orgasm. as you came down from the intense wave, he pulled back, both of your breaths heavy and eyes locked. "i don't think i can stop now,"

„then don't.„ you whispered out. the sexual tension in the room was high as you continued to look into his eyes. you threw your head back as he pushed two fingers into you, your thighs twitching and trembling.

miguel groaned, feeling your body clench around his fingers. he began to thrust them in and out of your tightness, matching the rhythm with his tongue flicking against your swollen folds. "tell me how much you want it,"

„i wan' it so bad!!„ you cried out and arched your back as he continued to abuse your g-spot with each curl and thrust of his fingers. miguel groaned, feeling your tightness squeeze his fingers. he picked up the pace, thrusting deeper into you with each stroke as he sucked harder on your sensitive nub. your hips slightly bucked against his fingers, cumming on his fingers. a primal groan flew past his lips and miguel pushed your legs further apart and plowed his tongue deeper into you, tasting your sweet nectar. his fingers continued to thrust, reaching for your g-spot as he worked you into a frenzy. "i'm going to make you mine,"

your mind slowly grew blank, crying and chanting his name as you mewled loudly. feeling your body on the brink of another orgasm, miguel gave one final thrust with his fingers and then pulled them out of you, leaving you empty and wanting more. he lifted your legs over his shoulders, positioning himself at your entrance. "say it." he spoke as his thumb rubbed your puffy clit, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against your entrance and smearing his pre-cum all over it.

„aaah.. -! i wan' you to fuck me„ you mumbled and slurred your words a little. your back arched even more as he slapped the tip against your fat pussy. with a grunt of pleasure, miguel pushed forward, sliding his thick cock deep into you. he felt your tightness engulf him as he bottomed out, filling you completely. he began to thrust, his hips slapping against your ass cheeks and creating loud as well as heavy sounds that filled the room.

you cried out with each thrust, his tip kissing your cervix. "You like that, don't you? My big cock stretching you out, filling you up. You're so fucking tight, y/n." his voice was rough with desire as he continued to pound into you, pushing you further and further over the edge. you were fucked out, cumming several times on his cock. you moaned mindlessly, gasping and arched your back all the way.

miguel grunted, his movements becoming rougher and faster as he felt you cumming around him. his eyes were locked on yours, his lust for you growing with each passing moment. he pounded into you, filling you up completely with his sticky and fulfilling cum. you on the other hand, squirted right when he came in you and filled you up, your eyes rolling back into your head. "Fuck," miguel growled, feeling his climax wash over him as he emptied himself inside you. his hips bucked violently against your own, pushing as deep as possible with each thrust. as both of your shared orgasm finally subsided, miguel pulled out of you, his cock still hard and glistening with both of your combined fluids. he leaned down, kissing you deeply, making you taste yourself on your lips. "that," he panted, "was fucking incredible."

even while your mind was still recovering from that mind-blowing orgasm, you managed to mumble out, „ you're still hard..!„

"you're damn right I am," he chuckled, his cock twitching slightly at your mention. "i'm not done with you yet, y/n." with that, he positioned himself at your entrance once more, his hard length pushing against your slick folds. you moaned softly as he rubbed his cock in between your folds. "tell me, sweetheart," he groaned, his eyes burning into yours. "do you want more?" he pushed forward slightly, prodding into your entrance again. "Beg for it."

you whined softly as he only pushed in the tip. "that's it," miguel purred, his hips grinding against her softly. "ask for it." he pushed deeper this time, filling you up slightly more than before pulling back again. "you're so tight," he murmured, mesmerized with how tight one could be. "i could spend hours inside you."

„m-.. miguel please..!„ you softly begged and tried to buck your hips against his cock. miguel's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place. "please what?" miguel's eyes narrowed, wanting you to say what you wanted. but when you refused to say what you wanted, he decided to speak up. "are you fucking with me? don't piss me off Y/N." you just pouted your lips but let out gasped after he flipped you onto her stomach, your ass in the air and your face pressed against the table. miguel clicked his tongue, slapping his cock against your ass. "hurry. up."

miguel let out a relieved sigh as you whined and begged for him to fuck you again. he grinned, gently slapping your ass. "god, you're so fucking sexy from behind," he groaned. "i can't wait to take you like this later. get on your knees," he commanded, his voice taking on a commanding tone. "i want to see that pretty little mouth of yours." miguel grinned as you listened to him and obediently got on your knees. he positioned his hard cock at the entrance of your waiting mouth. "suck," he ordered softly, giving her lips a gentle nudge using his cockhead.

he groaned loudly as your plump and plushy lips wrapped around his tip, sucking on it gently. his hands gripped your hair lightly and he began to thrust slowly into your mouth, feeling the warmth and wetness envelop him. "c'mon baby, I know you can take me in deeper," tears welled up in your eyes as you drooled all over his cock. "shhh," he whispered, his voice soothing despite the rough edge. "it's okay, sweetheart. just take it slow." He withdrew slightly, watching as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock perfectly. "there's my pretty little slut,"

you looked up at him with a teary expression, your lips parted slightly. miguel pulled out and pressed a soft kiss to your swollen lips. "you are so fucking beautiful..," he murmured. with that, he began to thrusting back into her mouth, feeling the tight warmth envelop him once again. as you continued to suck him off to the best if your abilities, he couldn't help but moan softly. "that's it, baby," he encouraged you, his hands now gripping your shoulders firmly. "You're doing great."

you slowly bobbed your head, sucking him in deeper. "Ahhh, fuck..." he groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he fucked your mouth. he couldn't believe how good you felt, your warmth enveloping him as you took him deeper and deeper. you continuously bobbed your head, slurping his cock up. "that's it, baby," he whispered, pulling out of your mouth slightly. "feel how hard you make me?" with that, he pushed back into your mouth, reaching down to massage your clit gently as you slurped his cock.

you just let him facefuck your mouth, drooling on his cock. your teeth gently scraped against the veins on his cock, making him gasp in delight. "oh god yes," he moaned, his cock throbbing in her mouth. "that feels so fucking good." with each thrust, he felt your tongue swirling around him, sending shivers down his spine. "you're such a dirty little slut, sucking me off like this, but I love every filthy second of it.." you looked up at his face as you hallowed your cheeks to take more of his cock in. his eyes locked onto yours and his fingers dug deeper into your hair, holding you tightly as he continued to pound into her eager mouth. "C'mon baby, I know you can take more without gagging on me."

you reached down, yours fingers slipping into your entrance as you sucked on his cock. miguel's eyes widened as you fingered yourself, the sight sending his arousal into overdrive. "Mmm, that feels good, shit I'm about to cum." he groaned, you moaned against his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body. his fingers still tight in your hair. miguel's thrusts into your mouth began to grow erratic as well and his breath hitched as he spilled his release into your mouth, filling that pretty little mouth up with his cum. "Swallow for me baby." miguel's voice was hoarse and raspy as he tilted your head up so he could see you swallow his release. Once you did, miguel leaned down and gave you a soft kiss on the lips. "There we go baby, 're you satisfied now? Cause I know damn well that I'm not."

once miguel saw the pout on your pretty little lips and the needy look in your eyes again, the corner of miguel's lips curled into a slight smirk.

"Round 2?"

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Caught in his arms [2]

pt 1 here

Yandere!Miguel x Fem!Reader

// Yandere, Force feeding, No smut but mentions of Non-con, Pregnancy, Stockholm Syndrome, Chained up, Mental breakdown,dead dove do not eat.

Previously

You panic even more, he chases you for how long without breaking a sweat and now his kidnapping you, but with how much you run and didn't take note of your oxygen intake (lack of) and your vision starts to blur, and before you know it your fainted on the shoulder of the man that murdered your husband. Miguel silently noticed this"Lyla, set a course to earth-928"with that command a portal opens,leading you to god knows where.

You woke up with a start, your senses flare up something is wrong but your body is too tired to move.

You opted to look around you.

A monotone colored bedroom and your on top of a queen sized bed,beside you a large window reside and outside seems to caught you in awe despite your situation.

There's flying car, tall buildings and...Is that a train to the moon?!

You tried moving closer to the window but then you hear a metallic jingle at your feet.

Chains

With that your senses heightened in panic once again, trying to find anything, just something to break it off but your movements were limited.

Talking about movements, you hear footsteps arriving, as the door opened, you remember more and more what happened.

"YOU!" You shouted as he stepped closer to you and you tried backing up despite one of your legs being chained.

"Mi amor please, you need to calm do-" Miguel pleaded but you weren't having none of it.

"Don't you dare tell me what I should do or feel" You seethed at him and he sighed.

"I don't know what you want or who you a-"

"I'm Mig-"

"YOU ARE NOT MIGUEL." You hated this,this man,this doppleganger, you really don't know what this man wants to gain from telling you that his Miguel.

"The Miguel I know died in the forest you took me from, none other than you."

Miguel tried to push down the pain of hearing you accuse and yell at him, but it hurts him even more seeing you scared of him.

Before Miguel could say anything a small person suddenly appeared on his shoulder,and you can't help but be awe again, seriously what's with this place.

"Miguellllll, you plannin to leave the take out outside or something?" Lyla called out.

"Ugh, Fine fine I'll get it,Lyla keep watch of her"

"Alrighty, Mr. Moody" Miguel ignored her mocking salute as he leave to get the mentioned take out and that leaves with you and what seems to be a hologram called Lyla.

As the door shut close, Lyla suddenly glitched in front of you slightly scaring you.

"Soooo, how would you rate your stay so far?" Lyla beamed at you and you would have laughed at her comment if it wasn't the fact your kidnapped.

"Please I don't know what or who you are but please I need to go back" You pleaded hoping to get help.

"Yeaaaa...No, can't do that hun although I suggest you control your breathing, heart rate is going to high." Lyla says as she pulled a small screen beside her and as much as you can see it's your heart rate.

"Look I don't have time for all th-" before you finish your sentence, Miguel comes in with a box stamped with what seems to be a food logo.

"Here" Miguel placed the box in front you as it opened up by itself and you're presented with steaming Menudo with beef empanadas on the side, you admit it looks appetizing but then you remebered you were cooking Miguel Menudo before he.... Well... Before somebody cold blooded murdered him.

With that thought your appetite went out of a flash and you must have been staring at the food for too long since Miguel started to gather food with the available utensils and tried spoon feeding you but you turned away.

"I'm not hungry."

"Health Status suggests differently" Lyla replied and disappeared into thin air and you ignore her, her and Miguel, maybe if you ignore everything maybe you could wake up from this demented nightmare into the arms of your beloved Miguel.

The spoon of Menudo and rice still in front you thanks to Miguel holding it up.

"I'm not hungry." You repeated hoping he gets the message.

He didn't.

And you seemed to strike a nerve in him since he roughly grabbed face forcing your mouth to be open. You panic trying to shove his arms away but he tightened the grip on your face and you whimpered from the painful pressure.

"Look Y/N" he called your name roughly.

"I try to be patient, I really do but your making this difficult so I suggest you eat." He harshly said it as he forcefully shoved the spoon full of food into your mouth and with his hand he closed your mouth.

"Chew it" he said as you followed his orders, you didn't even notice you were crying till you feel wet drops drip down to your cheeks.

His eyes bore into your figure and you swallowed hoping he's satisfied enough.

And he sure is.

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Months has passed thanks to Lyla keeping track of you and updating the time and date, and you're surprised you're still breathing and living.

Within the first weeks the chain on your ankle upgraded to a longer one, long enough to reach the bathroom and roam around the room but not long enough to get out the room itself and even if you did able to do that, a beeping noise from your chain would alert both Lyla and Miguel and you learned the hard way to not do it again after Miguel forcefully slept with you that night, leaving you in bruises, bitemarks and legs that almost deemed useless.

Third week has passed and you were growing bored of the loop of a routine you got stuck with. So when Miguel isn't there to torture you with his presence, Lyla would appear and show you games and movies in holographic screens.

Within seven weeks of your "stay", you learned about many things.

Miguel is a busy person leaving you with Lyla most of the time

Miguel is tempermental

Lyla may seemed free spirited but she's always programmed to back up and help Miguel so you learned to never let your gaurd down with her.

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One month passed and you got trusted enough to roam around the house and you would mostly would sit on the couch, watching tv but nothing is processing since you were busy silently mourning for your dead husband.

Two months passed and you started to get the hang of most things, Miguel took this opportunity to teach you about the something something multiverse. He even has the guts to reveal that the universe you previously resided in collapsed since he killed the spiderman in it thus disrupting this so called "Canon Events".

With the information you got bombarded you, couldn't help but breakdown into tears, not only was your universe destroyed but the body of your husband just glitched out of existance, So he bled there alone and cold, not enough time for flowers to even grow for his grave when he glitched out of existance. Miguel didn't even seemed bothered by it, saying that "When you're in love, you just gotta make sacrifices Mi Amor."

That night you couldn't hold the anger bursting out of you, you banged on his chest even if it doesn't do much, you screamed at him saying what he did was pure evil, you angrily sprouted words and threw anything that you could reach, a hairbrush, a tissue box, a pillow, just anyting but he caught every one of it and that seemed to strike a nerve. Cuz the next thing you knew was him pushing you onto the bed, webbed your hands and took you that night again and again.

"I'm doing ALL for YOU, you're nothing but ungrateful, I loved you and you only and if you can't get that in your head, then I will"

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Silence

You mind was nothing but silent,and you enjoyed it,no stress, no overthinking

No nothing.

Months passed and you couldn't care less when Lyla updates you about it.

Your mind broken, Lyla seemed to scan your body and it seemed that you went into a state where you believe your still with your husband,the husband which you're familiar with.

The husband you're pregnant with.

Months passed since then and even in your broken state of mind, Miguel didn't mind a single bit. When news announced that your pregnant, Miguel seemed nothing but elated, Elated that his finally gonna have a chance to be a father again. But more months passed and Lyla surprised both of you that your pregnant with twins, Miguel got really happy he started to lift you up and spin you around till you both were nothing but giggling couples.

You were free to do whatever you want albeit difficult with your heavy belly, your chain long forgotten and you roam around the house time to time or sit at the backyard for a breath of fresh air.

But your favorite activity was to lay and relax in the arms of your husband who would caress your belly when the babies inside you would kick time to time.

Miguel would chuckle at the action.

"Hush now my two troublemakers,your mama is tired" he would whisper while you chuckle at his words, rewarding him with a kiss on his cheek which made him melt even further into your arms.

Sometimes you would wake up at night feeling hungry and Miguel would gladly get you your cravings even if it meant seeing you dip sausages in chocolate syrup.

When Miguel isn't around Lyla would happily entertain you with universes that are odd and what not,sometimes would talk to you about Miguel's funny mishaps in missions like that one time he kept getting beat up by a purse of an old lady who he tried to calm down, you couldn't help but laugh.

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"Come on push Miss Y/N you're almost there"

You cried as you grip Miguel's hand tightly as a Spider-Nurse-Doctor? Assisted you.

Hours had passed and before you know it,You were breastfeeding two beautiful babies,one boy one girl.

Miguel named the girl Gabriella and you Named the boy Mateo.

Although tired from the delivery you can't help but admire your babies who fed from you.

And Miguel couldn't help but admire the family he worked hard to have again, here in front of him,alive and well. Not only getting another daughter back but he even got a son. Even Lyla can't hold back from being happy and taking pictures of the newly born babies.

It's safe to say that Miguel didn't any remorse nor regret when your finally Caught in his arms.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #tw yancore #tw yandere #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #pregnancy #pregnant #gabriella o’hara #stockhom syndrome #force fed

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filowli · 11 months

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Tú eres mi ángel. [Pt 1]

Prowler! Miles Morales x Spider! Fem! Reader

A/n – Unedited, I'll fix it when I finish part 2 (before I forget what to do next💀) And this fic is in 3rd person so there's no y/n

Contains – Slight Cursing, Possible spoilers?? That's all

Miles || Reader

Masterlist (coming soon!) · Pt 1 · Pt 2 · Pt 3 · ???

Enjoy Pookies ! XOXO

Summary – Miles gets a visit from someone he thought he'd never see again. But it's not really her.

Her heart drops when Miles starts sprinting towards her. Sticking on the wall for a few seconds she finally gets off and swinging away to safety. But Miles was fast, he jumped through the glass of Aaron's apartment, dashing and jumping from block to block as if he were on the moon, getting closer to her by the second. The spider panicked and tried her best to swing as fast as she could, Miles caught on to her and pulled her leg while airborne, she quickly fell as he pulled her down. He slammed her down the floor and cracks could even be seen on the concrete, she hit her back first which made her lungs ache in pain and she couldn't breathe from the pain. His hand grabbed her suit, while his clawed gauntlet closes it's hand in a fist, aimed at the spider.

Miles was in with his uncle Aaron in his apartment, doing some new moves for training. When they heard a knock from the large window of Aaron's apartment, it was a lady, wearing some sort of mask. She was upside down and waved at them when they looked at her. They got themselves ready to attack, Miles activated his mask, with his claws at the ready, Uncle Aaron with a bat. But she shakes her hands around, signaling she wasn't a threat to them. Aaron and Miles look at each other then Aaron gestures his head at her, signaling Miles to attack the mysterious Spider-person.

"Talk." His deep, almost robotic voice spoke, demanding that the spider talk. She finally inhales despite the pain in her lungs, "It's not what it looks like, Miles. I'm not here to hurt you." He stops for a second, not letting his guard down but only brings his fist higher, "How do you know my name?" She didn't want to tell him, "That's not important right now! I need your help! You're the only person here who could help me!" He growls in irritation "Why should I help you?"

She's scared to tell him any further, She pulls her leg up and kicks him on the chest to escape from his grasp and lands in a spiderman landing pose, she immediately stands up to avoid any further attacks from him "Please just hear me out Miles! Stop attacking me for a sec!" He doesn't listen and swings a punch at her but she immediately dodges as soon as her Spider senses started tingling. "I won't listen until I know who I'm talking to! Now tell me how you know my damn name?!" He swings another punch at her but she dodges again. "Because I have to keep my identity a secret!" "And why is that??" He swings a lot faster which catches her off guard and he lands a punch on her nose, Which was from his hand that didn't have a gauntlet.

She falls down again, but this time he steps on her wrists which had the watch on it, he crushes it without knowing what it was. Her head snaps towards the sound of the gizmo shattering. Her eyes widened and she looked back up at Miles. "MILES! WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU BROKE MY WATCH!" She shrieked in panic, webbing herself from under him and pulling herself away from him, she took a glance at the broken watch but it started sparking and a glitch of a hologram came out and the Jess' glitchy voice too but it died out as soon as it appeared. She started to panic way more, tapping on the screen numerous times but she started to glitch, she groans in pain and falls on all fours. She takes a few breaths before slowly getting back up, she looked at Miles who was still there. Looking at her.

She looked down "That was my only way home, and the thing that's keeping me alive you fucking pendejo." She grit her teeth. He was offended at the sudden Spanglish insult, "You might have been tracking me. So I had to." He spat back. "It was to track what monster or villain came to your earth! They're dangerous! And Miguel was the only one who could contain it!" She placed her hands on her head in panic, she started pacing around. "Who's Miguel?" Miles asked. She groans in annoyance, "A nice man willing to save the multiverse from utter destruction! And if I don't report back to him using this!" She shows her broken watch "He'll have to escort me back to my own universe or worse! he'll kill me!" She explains in a panic.

Miles looks at her dumbfounded "So you're saying, the Multiverse, actually exists?" He asks and she sighs and nods, calming down. His expression softens under his mask, he has so much questions but he still doesn't trust her. "They'll come for me for a few minutes since they can't reach me through the watch, I'm guessing you have questions?" She says. He looks at her, "Why are these villains dangerous? And why did you start glitching as if you were from a game or something?" He asked. Her eyes close and she inhales before saying "Because they're from another universe, from another Earth, they could disrupt your timeline and completely destroy your universe."

She sighs and continued, "And the glitching is because I'm not from here, without that watch I start to disappear from this earth, slowly but surely." She answers his questions, slumped against a wall. Miles felt a bit bad, he looks down but he doesn't apologize. He wanted to ask something so important, but he ignores it, "How do you know my name?" He asks once again, she looked at him. "Well since you know now, it's because I have a Miles on my Earth." She says, "But. We're not on good terms if you could say." She added, Miles furrowed his eyebrows from under the mask, he looks away but asks "Why?"

"Because we broke up."

PART 1 END.

A/n – OK that wasn't really a good way to end that but I tried 😭 I haven't finished any fics in a while plus I just started posting on Tumblr so if y'all have any notes I'd gladly take them 🫶 and I could up an asks thing (help I'm new to this lmao) But I hope you guys enjoyed! Stay tuned for future parts!

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #earth 42 #miles g #i wanna crawl into a hole #currently sobbing

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