#miguel fucking o’hara

[messylustt]

Going without a bra in your spider suit because you only need to report to Miguel and then your changing so why bother? Completely forgetting that you have your nipples pierced, meaning Miguel can see the barbells and your nipples through the skin tight suit. He’s going feral: both because of the image of them and that someone else would have had to see your naked breasts in order to pierce them.

you were pierced where? — miguel o’hara ( nsfw ). oml—hfndkkkdkkem.

miguel was busy, staying distracted with the nearing mission as he listened to lyla. but the moment you walked in, all suited up and ready, his hard gaze and body simultaneously tensed and widened. because what were wearing? your spider suit, yes. but it was what was poking through that caught miguel’s attention. his eyes grew fixated on your tits as you walked in alone, and oblivious. he quickly waved lyla away, jumping down and stepping closer to you.

“what are you wearing? or should I say…what aren’t you wearing?” miguel speaks slowly, and lowly. you glance down at yourself. he’s seeming to really focus in on the fact that your nipples look pierced — the metal bars poking through. you had chosen not to wear anything under your suit today. it was only going to be you and miguel. you glance back up at him. “what? it’s just you this mission.” you say, thinking it’s about the ‘no bra’ situation. but miguel isn’t focusing on the fact that anyone else could see you, because someone else has seen you.

he steps much closer, his gaze hardening again. “when did you get them pierced?” he asks, his teeth grinding. you look down again. “oh…” you drift off. “a few days ago.”

“a few days ago?” miguel reiterates harshly. “and you…what? didn’t think to tell me?”

“well i was gonna tell you. i am telling you. right now.” you smile, and miguel’s lips twitch in a snarl. “no no, you can’t just decide that.”

“what do you mean — ” but your words are dying off because miguel is now breathing over you. his towering position actually making you gulp. “who did it?” he asks.

and his almost calm tone is making your breathing increase. “uh…someone who does piercings…” you say, eyeing him. “look, miguel, it’s not that big of a de — ”

“who. did. them?” miguel interrupts, his red eyes nearly making you flinch. “i didn’t catch his name.” you mutter, moving to bypass miguel. “now, don’t we have a mission — ”

miguel’s hand is now tightly wrapped around your upper arm, halting your movement. “his?” he asks slowly, as you move to step away again, only earning miguel to yank you back into his chest, as he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “a guy pierced them?” he double checks the fact that is making his claws itch to sink into something. “a professional did.” you point out, grabbing his wrist to remove his hold.

when he doesn’t shift you instead decide to quickly lean up to place a quick kiss on his lips as a small distraction. that gives you a moment of looseness in his wrist, for you to take his hand away, but then miguel is slipping his hand to the back of your neck, drawing you back in for a more heated kiss. his lips drawing you even closer as he nearly snarls past your teeth, tongues clashing.

but then you’re drawing back and miguel has the urge to sink his fangs into your bottom lip, because why were you moving away?“miguel, we’re working.” you quietly say, darting your gaze around as if you’d see gaping spider-people. but miguel is leading you back, the empty office exactly that. empty. his hands are now purchased around your waist, pulling your lower body against his.

“are you sure you can’t give me a name?” miguel has started placing sloppy kisses along your jaw, as your back hits the wall. “hm?” he’d ruin the guy who touched you. he needed something to sink his claws into with all this pent up jealousy. “i told you…i didn’t catch it…it’s not like we grew close — ”

“but that’s exactly what you were.” miguel interrupts, grabbing part of your neck and jaw again as his breath hits your slightly parted lips. “…close. he was especially close. touching you.” his fangs are now visible with how much he spat the words. “that’s what they do, miguel.” you try to console.

“he stayed professional — ” he keeps cutting you off, mouth now up close and open against your own. “but they’re mine, cariño…mine to touch, mine to play with…” his clawed hand moved to trace over your spider suit covered nipples, feeling the metal bar, as you flinch a fraction.

“aw…” he coos. “they feel hard, cariño…” then he’s leaning towards your ear. “were they hard for him?” you shake your head. but miguel persists. “of course they were. i know how sensitive you can be. and by someone touching them, you would have started to feel…hot…down here…” he runs two claws down your stomach and over your pussy, making your hips shift.

“…isn’t that right?” your breathing is shallow, as he goes to rub experimentally through your suit, his lips now re-attaching to your skin, drawing the edge of your suit down to lick at your neck, making your pulse quicken. “next time you want help involving things like this…” his claw dragged back across your nipples. “…you’ll come to me.” he grabs your chin again, forcing you to agree. “won’t you?”

you quickly nod, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. miguel’s lips finally curve up in a smile. “but since he got to see you all flushed and turned on…i get to see you writhing and spread open under me…that’s sounds about right, doesn’t it?…yeah.” miguel moves your head in a nod, before his hand is dropping back to your throbbing pussy. “there’s a good girl…”

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Miguel O'Hara x Shy/Sweet anomaly F!Reader

Summary: You were pulled into a random dimension, A big buff scary guy taking you to a private interrogation room for "Questioning" 💛

"I don't know anything...I was just baking a cake, that's all I remember..." You fiddled with your fingers, your body curled up into a ball as you sat in a steel chair. It was the least comfortable but you'd have to bare with it.

You weren't lying, The last thing you did in fact remember was 'baking' a cake, setting it down only to be sucked into a void of darkness, Waking up in an unknown place. You shrugged your shoulders, Not knowing what else to say.

The man in an odd suit groaned, rubbing his temples. A sigh catching in your ears as you look up. You were met with a handsome face once he pulled off his mask, His eyes low, It was obvious he was tired just from the way he'd walked.

You realized he was getting closer to you, A gulp caught in your throat as you watch him disappear from your sight, His hands on the thin rail of the chair. You could feel his breath tickling the back of your earlobe, Your heartbeat accelerating in your chest as he leans lower.

"The only way I'm gonna get you back home is if you tell me where that portal is located." His voice was stern, but gentle, Almost drawing the answer out of you immediately. You stopped yourself from peeling, not knowing if he'd hurt your precious dimension for his own gain.

You didn't know him, he didn't know you, Yet you were here for an unknown reason. Sure you were an anomaly, but you never harmed anyone in your life. You just want peace, that's all that ever mattered to you.

You peered behind you, His eyes making you feel every ounce of small.

"I don't know..." You lied, The intense atmosphere became too much for such a well-being, A heavy sigh filling the room again as the man turns the very chair you sat on. You were scared, that was very clear in his eyes.

"Look at me, eyes up here cariño." You obliged, his face inches away from yours. The close proximity stirring something within you, your eyes peered at his lips, then back to his handsome face, Confusion and arousal flowing through you the more you studied him.

You avoided eye-contact, Ignoring the growing pool between your legs that was interfering with your thoughts. His scent lingering on your skin as he places a finger under your chin, A gasp straining from your throat as he lifts you up onto the steel table behind you.

You looked so sweet, so innocent with those beautiful eyes of yours. He couldn't hurt something so fragile, The palm of his hands caressing your clothed skin. You weren't stopping his touches, so why should he?

He got between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the cold furniture, slowly skimming his hand below the thin fabric of your skirt.

Your breathing grew shallow, your body jolting as the tip of his finger flicked your clit with such delicacy. Your panties being pulled aside as he puts pressure on your clitoris with his thumb, earning a whine from you.

"Tell me querida. You can trust me." You hesitated, His middle finger slipping past your soaked folds as you arch your back, Your cries cut short as he places his lips onto yours. You melted into his touch, your hands resting on his chest, trying to pull him closer by tugging on his suit.

You whimpered and shook from the tone of his voice, whining as he continued to drive you towards that heavenly urge with small determined swipes. Your hips languidly rocking, adding a new, delectable sensation to your clit.

"So good for me, such a pretty girl, so fucking beautiful." His praises sent chills up your spine as your whines increased in volume. 

You were practically begging, repeating the same 3 phrases over and over again, his dulcet groans harmonizing with your shaky wails. He slowly circled his thumb off your swollen clit, gliding it down your slick seam.

He tilted his head down and smiled sadistically at you, two more of his thick calloused fingers forcing themselves inside of you, twisting and stretching you out. Your nails digging into his forearms as you gasp in surprise.

He hummed lowly, your pussy squelching with each delicious thrust. The speed of his fingers were antagonizingly slow, Your cunt aching for more as his pace doesn't satisfy you. Your hips grinding to find more friction.

His thumb began to press circles into your clit as his fingers curled in and out of your clenching cunt, making you moan into his mouth with each pass of his fingertips that brushed over that sensitive spot inside of you. 

The shame coiling in you disappearing when he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips once again. You parted them, his fingers continuing to rile you up into a babbling mess of incoherent words.

"Tell me, then I'll grant you what you want baby." The frustration was too much to bare, Tears threatening to swell in your eyes as you contemplated your next move. You wanted to give in, but what would happen to your home?

"I won't hurt your home, I just need to know hermosa." He read you like an open book, Your grip loosening on his suit as you sheepishly tell him.

Your drenched walls contracted around his fingers as his pace fastens, He could feel how badly you needed this, The wet sounds emitted in the silent room becoming louder as he teased your sweet spot with the tip of his fingers.

His teeth nipped at your bottom lip as he praises how much of a good girl you are, Assaulting every single desired spot that resided inside of you. Your arousal dripping onto the table as you cried out for him, not even knowing his name.

His lips were as sweet as honey, His cologne sending you into a daze as he ushers you to cum all over his fingers. You obeyed, The cutest little sounds leaving your throat as you cling tightly onto his shoulder. The warmth between your legs growing as you coat his fingers with your slick.

Your legs tremble as he digs his claws into you, A groan vibrating against your skin as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, Pulling his fingers out and bringing them towards his lips, His tongue lapping up your arousal until his digits were glistening with his own saliva.

His eyebrows furrowed as he takes in your sweet aroma, finally releasing the breath he'd been holding almost the entire time.

"Me estas volviendo loco."

Author note: I RIDE HIM, SUCK HIM, LICK HIM AND FUCK HIM THEN I DUCK HIM. (I'm not sorry.)

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First Miguel fic + 250+ follower special ୨୧

I’d like to start off by saying THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR ALMOST 300 FOLLOWERS !! And 2000+ notes?!? omg. I checked my inbox a few times and saw 99+ notifs every time, and when I tell you I SCREAMED. As a new writer I can’t thank you enough for all the notes and sweet comments ! I’m so grateful, so take this fic as a thank you <33

Warnings: Miguel is hinted to have slept with socks on which….is a trigger on its own apparently 😥, potentially botched ass Spanish……(no Google translate was used tho, my French teacher taught me better than that), p in v, making out, grinding, slight blood, reader has no chill nor filter but Miguels lowkey into it, degradation, bondage, banter, oral, praise, etc.

a/n: Takes place before the whole Miles incident !! I love Miguel but I can’t forgive him for doing that to my son 🤨🤨 This could also be imagined as König, since they’re both huge stubborn men <33

Pairing: Female reader x Miguel O’Hara 

Summary: Miguel is pent up and needs a release. Lucky for him, there’s a certain spider woman who’d do anything for him <3

Words: 4141 (DAMN I shocked myself w this)

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Miguel runs his hand through his hair, grumbling when he feels it’s getting to a length that needs cutting again. Just another thing to add to his pile of responsibilities.

He pushes the fumbled blanket off to the side and lazily palms at his morning wood, finding the ministrations do little to help his raging hard-on. He’s shocked, mainly that he could still get one with how tense he’s been lately, but mostly that he’s actually annoyed that he has to jerk off. It feels like a chore to him now…though taking care of himself in any sense has since he became Spider-Man.

With a sleepy groan he drags himself up and to the bathroom. His mismatched socks are soft against the cool bathroom tiles where he turns on the shower. His muscles stretch when he tugs his white sweater over his head and tosses it onto the ground nearby, abs tensing and shoulders refusing to relax no matter how much stretching he did.

When the rest of his clothing join the heap on the floor he steps into the freezing cold shower, twitching at the icy droplets that felt like tiny icicles poking into his taut skin. 

He hoped the temperature would make the nuisance go down, but it raged on, standing proud at its full height. Miguel never thought he’d find himself glaring at his own dick, but here he was, horny and heavily pissed off. 

He reached down and tugged at his cock, rubbing his thumb over the angry red tip. He jerked profusely, yet all it did was leave him feeling unsatisfied and humiliated. 

“Fuck.” He cursed, washing his hand off before aggressively turning the knob to stop the flowing water. He tried to remember what he had to do today while pacing the bathroom, but he couldn’t focus with his erection clouding  his thoughts. Maybe if the blood would stay in his head…

He was an attractive guy, he knew that much. It would be easy to go out into the town and hook up with some stranger, but not so much so when he was in this constant sour mood. That sullen energy & resting bitch face paired with his looming height would scare any woman away.

Any sane woman.

You tied up the last of the criminals in your silky webs, smiling in victory. Unfortunately, the joy wasn’t long-lasting since as soon as you got home you felt boredom creeping up on you once again.

For weeks you’d been entertained by the intimidating founder of the spider society; Miguel O’Hara.You’d been bugging him for days on end, literally drooling at his feet and begging him to come back to your place.

He kicked you out multiple times, but like a cockroach you couldn’t be squashed—and neither could your need for him. You just couldn’t take a hint apparently. When he picked you up by the back of your suit and threw you back into your universe, all you focused on was how easily he carried you with just one of his big, veiny hands.

The way that suit hugged his defined chest so well, and his massive arms where you could see every vein…plus that prominent bulge? You were sunk.

He’d finally run out of patience for you when you ‘accidentally’ messed with the tech for his suit, almost making him go full commando in front of everyone in the spider society.(wouldn’t be the last time that happened…) He banned you for good, taking away your ‘multiversal gizmo’ without a second thought.

Your last words being ‘worth it!’ as you were flung back into your universe by the go-home-machine seemed like the icing on the cake to him despising you forever, but apparently that wasn’t the case because the man himself just appeared in your living room.

“Y/N.” He addressed nonchalantly.

You stared at him, jaw agape for a few moments before pinching yourself to see if you were dreaming. You had to be, he basically filed a restraining order against you. A really complicated, multiversal restraining order. Why  would he ever voluntarily come to you?

You couldn’t even respond since your throat felt so dry .. . It seemed your body had other ideas of where to soak.

“Why are you so obbsesed with me?” He suddenly asked, paying no mind to your awkward silence. 

“uhm-“

“I mean, you chased me around every day, eyed me down so intensively it was basically public sex and yet here you are, alone with me like you wanted, and now you’re speechless?” He stalked around your living room, circling you like a bird of prey.

You blushed up a storm and stood frozen in front of him, trying to discretely rub your thighs together.

He eyed you down, noticing your obvious ministrations but only chuckling. “Sometimes I had wished you were an actual spider so I could crush you under the soles of my shoes, but lately I’ve found myself feeling as horny and desperate as you.” He admitted with a smirk that revealed his sharpened fangs. 

That confession had your mind reeling to the point all you could muster up was; “I would’ve let you step on me regardless.”

His smirk grew and he started to approach you until his shadow covered you completely. You had to tilt your whole head up to look him in his glowing red eyes now—but you couldn’t handle making the eye contact anyway.

“You are just a small little thing, yet I didn’t expect you to be all bark no bite. All those filthy things you said lingered in my mind..don’t you want to take care of what you started?” He asked in a deliciously low voice. The almost mocking manner he said it in made you feel called out, and you looked down at your hands and picked at your nails to try and calm yourself.

A clawed finger tilted your head up by the chin and forced you to look into his eyes. How could you forget—in all your time spent basically stalking him you noticed how he never broke eye contact with anyone that he was speaking to. It was both exhilarating and intimidating to see, and you felt that full force while finally being on the receiving end of it. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you, arañita.” He ordered, and it sent tingles shooting up your spine.

You swore you heard your neck crack from how fast you looked up at him. He looked predatory staring down at you like that, eyes gleaming in the sunlight. “So? Will you finish what you started muñeca?” He asked, as if it was even a question to you.

“Fuck yes.” You agreed without missing a beat, making him chuckle darkly. “Needy thing.”

Before your mind could catch up you were suddenly being lifted by him and thrown on his shoulder with ease. He walked through the halls of your cozy apartment and waltzed into your bedroom without even searching for it, carelessly throwing you onto the bed.

You landed with a bounce on the soft comforter, feeling even smaller now with him standing above you. “Wha- how do you know where my bedroom is?” You asked when your brain finally decided to have a rational thought. 

“I’ve done my research—wanted to make sure you weren’t a spy. It was a waste of time, really, you’re just a horny stalker.” He shrugged.

You stared at him with an offended expression (tho it was 100% true) and went to argue until your lips were suddenly sealed by sticky red webs.

 “On your back.” He ordered. 

You crossed your arms at him first until he repeated the command in a low, dangerous voice. “Now.” Any defiance you had pretended to have quickly left your body and you laid down flat on the silk sheets.

He stalked over to you, all big and menacing as always. He leaned over you and forced your wrists together, twirling more glowing silk around them until they were bound above your head. 

He smirked down at you, leaning in to pepper kisses all over your neck. He sucked dark hickeys onto the sensitive skin of your throat, enjoying your muffled moans. While before he found your voice excruciating—he was now desperate to hear it crying out his name.

He stripped the webs off your mouth and you whined at the pain. The feeling resembled a bandaid being ripped off a fresh cut. He cooed pitifully above you and leaned in, whispering “Pobre araña, why don’t I kiss it better?” 

You nodded desperately until his lips met yours with a slight sting. He growled into your mouth, swirling his tongue around yours and exploring your mouth until you were squirming. He nibbled on your bottom lip, sharp canines threatening to break the skin. He pushed his muscled thigh between your legs and pressed down on your clit with his knee, the pressure making you moan under him. Your sweet sounds drove him wild, and he couldn’t help but bite down lightly on your lip until tiny droplets of blood dripped onto his tongue.

He groaned at the taste, his animalistic split-DNA going wild. When he pulled back—lips reddened, hair tussled and fallen slightly in front of his face— you couldn’t help but stare. His face looked so much more chiseled up close, cheekbones perfectly defined and a jawline sharper than the claws currently resting on your hips. 

His toned chest rose up and down steadily while he regained his breath, the familiar spider symbol on his suit growing bigger then smaller with each rise of his lungs like it was breathing. 

“Let’s take care of these, Cariño.” He addressed your clothing as if it were nothing but a nuisance for him before slicing your shirt right off you. He did this with ease, big claws moving onto your bottoms and clawing those off as well.

“Hey! Those were nice.” You pouted, though apparently he didn’t appreciate that comment because you were now being tied up even worse than before. Webs spewed from his wrist and circled your body like serpents, tying around your waist, arms, and thighs. “Don’t be a brat.” He ordered, webs tightening in warning. Once satisfied, he admired the way they looked pulled taut against your soft skin. “Red looks lovely on you, amor.” He praised, a quick switch from his previous comment.

He lifted you and reached behind your back, unclasping your bra with one hand. He threw it onto the ground somewhere with your torn up clothes, focusing his attention on your soft tits.

He hummed in content, playing with your nipples and letting his webs circle around the soft flesh of your breasts. He licked and sucked at one while tugging on the other, making you moan and squirm under him.

“Fuck Miguel- ah! more!” You whined desperately, coaxing a chuckle out of the behemoth. 

“Such a desperate slut.” He tutted, sucking marks all over your chest to match your throat. He kissed over the already forming hickeys, grazing his teeth dangerously close to your jugular. This man was massive, and made of pure muscle like a Greek god. He could easily hold you down without the help of his webs, but he wanted to focus full attention on you. 

He finally moved down to where you needed him most, going to rip your panties straight off you before you rudely slammed your thighs shut. “You take off your suit first….” You whined, embarrassed at being nearly completely nude before him while he was still covered. He was genuinely offended by this, feeling like he’d just had a door slammed on his face, yet he grumbled and messed around with his watch until the hologram started to dissipate.

Your jaw dropped wider and wider the more you took him in. The man resembled a skillfully carved statue belonging to Olympus itself. His biceps and abs were enough to challenge even Ares himself. Your eyes trailed lower and lower, leisurely mapping him out until your eyes locked on the weapon between his legs.

His dick stood loud and proud against his toned stomach, and it was massive. The man is 6,9, you knew he’d be big, but this thing was around 9 inches and looked like it could rip you in half. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it even if you tried—I mean—the thing was basically introducing itself to you. We’re talking hello, how are you and goodbye.

Miguel basked in your ogling, his ego swelling more than it already had since he first noticed your obsession with him.

You finally snapped out of your trance when he bent down and slipped off your soaked panties, kissing up your leg as he did so. You spread both your legs for him and he took that as an invitation to lean in and lick a stripe up your wet cunt. You jumped, not expecting him to get into it so quickly, but you definitely didn’t complain.

He prodded a finger at your hole and pushed it in slowly, holding your hips down with his free hand. He made sure to be mindful of the claws adorning his fingertips since they wouldn’t go back down thanks to his clouded mind. The thick digit went in without much resistance thanks to how wet you were, until he pushed in a second and started scissoring them. 

You moaned and whimpered at the stretch, two of his thick fingers the size of nearly four of yours. He pumped them in and out quickly, the slick sounds your pretty hole made for him music to his ears. Your slick dripped down his ring and middle fingers that he was ruthlessly pumping inside you and dribbled down his veiny forearm.

He massaged your walls and pushed against them, scissoring his fingers to stretch you as much as possible. He couldn’t hit your g-spot thanks to his clawed fingertips, so he sucked at your clit to fill that extra stimulation until your head was rolling back. 

Something circled your waist and you figured it was his arm until you looked back down to see more webs. You would wriggle far too much without them, and he needed his other hand to spread your folds to drag a mix of his salvia and your slick around your twitching clit. You mewled at the overwhelming stimulation, bucking onto his face while he had a full on make out sesh with your pussy.

Only when he finally sunk four fingers into you and you were basically on the brink of tears with need did he pull away. Not without blowing on your sensitive clit, of course, just to see you twitch and squirm under the unrelenting grasp of his webs.

He stood up with a playful smile, freeing you from some of the webs just to pull you to the edge of the bed. Your ass met his pelvis with a slap when he yanked you by the ankle that quickly locked around his waist. He chuckled out something in Spanish that you didn’t understand, maybe along the lines of “Qué bonita putita…”. You didn’t bother to question it when he started to grind his rock hard dick on your drooling pussy, getting him all nice and wet to push into you. 

Only when he was coated completely in your essence did he listen to your pleas and finally line his fat tip up at your hole. Even with the all the stretching, your poor cunt had to stretch to accommodate the swollen red tip. His pre-cum mixed with your juices when it finally popped in after some resistance, and he groaned at the warm feeling.

“So fucking tight, your poor pussy can’t take it, hm? You were so confident when you were begging for it like a desperate whore.” He growled, degradation making you clench Impossibly tighter around his head until he had to bite back a groan.

“Please Mig, I can take it.” You begged, rutting your hips onto him and trying to coax him deeper until he swiftly grabbed your waist. His claws dug into your skin, threatening to break through. He pulled back and you immediately assumed he was going to tease you again for being desperate. 

Straight away you whined out apologies, stumbling over your words and pleas until he suddenly slammed back inside you, cramming 5 of his solid inches into your hole. You screamed, tears brimming on your waterline at the stretch. Your back arched off the bed and you squirmed away from the sting until he pulled back and rutted back in again, almost as if testing the waters.

With every drag of his hips his cock slowly got deeper into you until he was bottomed out completely. His tip kissed against your cervix and you looked down, amazed and horrified to see him crammed inside you so snugly. He gave you a moment to compose yourself—preoccupied on the bulge in your lower stomach. 

“My good girl, fitting around me so perfectly. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He teased, dick twitching at the fucked out moan you gave in response.

It definitely was hard, yet his dick was harder. You could feel every single vein and ridge pressing into you, rubbing against your gummy walls in a way that left you drooling. You suddenly understood why he’d prepped you for so long. It wasn’t just to tease you, this just was not an easy thing to take. 

“Move,” you pleaded, correcting youself when he raised an eyebrow, “please.”

He hummed, palming at the fat of your hips to see the way your skin sunk under his touch. “I don’t know Cariño…do you really deserve this dick?” 

You gave him your best “are you for real?” face. This man was not about to make you beg when he was the one to randomly show up in your home. You’d been begging on your knees for him for months, and now he chooses to acknowledge it?

You made it your personal mission to go against everything he’s ever ordered from you, and the grind never does stop, does it?

“Like you deserve to kiss my ass?” You jest without hesitation. 

You can see the way his whole face stretches; clearly dumbfounded at your response before he’s able to compose himself. With your cunt wrapped around him so tight and warm like that, it’s easy to forget the pretty spider underneath him is a little rascal.

“You were just whining a second ago, don’t try that,” He warned. “You’ve been begging for it for months, practically humping my leg in front of the entire Arachno-Humanoid-Poly-Universe.” 

You groaned at his insistence on calling it that, even while balls deep inside you. “I didn’t sign up to fuck a geek,” you mutter.

“With the way you approached me I’m sure you’d fuck just about anyone, puta.”

You wanted to be insulted, but your words caught in your throat when he leaned close to you to whisper right into your ear; “Quit acting like you had any dignity in the first place and beg.”

His warm breath on your nape left you shivering. Miguel wasn’t human—not completely. With DNA mixed with a spiders, he was a predator; one ready to devour you whole.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone really when you gradually let quiet pleas spill from your mouth. Miguel had half the mind to make you speak up, but he was loosing his thin amount of patience as is. With a satisfied click of his tongue, he pulled back until his flushed head was right at your entrance “see, was that so hard?”

You knew better than to try and answer at this point when he rammed his cock back into you. Huge hands gripped your thighs and pushed your legs into your chest while he bullied his dick further and further into your cunt. 

Your pussy was embarrassingly loud for him, squelching with each brutal thrust of his hips. His muscled thighs were tense with the pure strength he put into slamming into you—beating your sensitive pussy in until it memorized his shape for life. 

“Mig- ah! Holyfuck!” You screamed, draping your arms over his shoulders and scratching at his back like a cat post.

“Go on princesa, mark me up.��� He encouraged and got a better grip on your thighs, pushing your legs out to a full spread. He had you displayed like a dinner feast and bent you like a lawn chair with your lower half on his toned chest. He was actually impressed at your flexibility, yet like always he chose the worst way to phrase it.

“I’m shocked, I never expected you to do any real training.” 

“Fuck you.”

“That’s what you’ve been wanting, is it not?” He gloated with such a shit-eating expression that you just had to wipe off his face. He sunk deeper into you when you pulled him in for a kiss and it had you clenching around him.

His thrusts got more erratic until your mind was clouded with only the sounds of his dick disappearing into your cunt. His hands were dragging you back onto him by the hips at the same time, so you could feel him bumping against your cervix with each thrust.

You were too fucked out to say anything other than broken moans and mewls of his name, and he wasn’t too far off.

“So pretty Cariño,” he groaned, “all for me? mierda- yeah, all for me.”

A string of loud mewls along with shameless moans poured out of your bruised lips in response. He pounded your pussy with so much vigour that you edged forward on the ruffled mattress with each rough thrust.

He massaged your throbbing clit between his fingers, laughing at the way they kept slipping around from how much of your own arousal was dripping down your cunt. Heavy balls slapping against your soft skin filled your ears when you felt that coil in your stomach start to snap.

“Pussys gripping me like a fucking vice- you gonna cum for me?” he teased, “look baby- look at how well this sweet little pussys taking me.”

He took your hand and lead it down until it was tracing the prominent bump in your stomach - You could feel every brutal thrust and see the way he ravaged your insides. You pressed down on it, getting impossibly tighter around him and the broken moan he let out was what got you.

He quickly tore a mind-numbing orgasm out of you - thick cockhead still splitting you open while he worked your clit. You soaked his cock and squeezed against it, shaking and crying under him until you could barely take it anymore. 

He smiled in pride, sharp fangs showing and making him resemble the waiting mouth of a shark. “Such a good fucking girl, coming all over me like that. Look at the mess you’ve made,” he hummed, observing the noticeable white ring you left around the base of his cock. 

His thrusts stuttered before stilling completely inside you. He made a noise akin to an animal before spilling his hot cum inside your welcoming heat with a shudder and a broken moan.

“Mfhm- mierda.. .” He cursed, his warmth filling you up so much it started to spill out.

You felt like a rag doll under him, half-asleep and smiling dumbly up at him. He chuckled and admired one last time how pretty you looked in his glowing red webs, wrapped around you like his own custom lingerie. 

He sliced them off you and smiled warmly when you raised your arms out to him. He leaned in to let you wrap your arms around his massive shoulders with your legs now wrapping around his waist.

He picked you up with you curled into him like a koala - the warm sensation of his cum dripping down your connected bodies grounding you while he walked to your bathroom. 

He pressed soft kisses to your marked up-neck while he ran a warm bath, rubbing at the indents his claws subconsciously left on your hips. 

You didn’t remember exactly when you fell asleep; somewhere between when his large hands washed the cum off your skin or when he gently laid you down on your fresh bedsheets. 

All you knew was that you woke up to the smell of clean laundry and noticed snacks and a water bottle left on your nightstand. There was a note too that you had to reach over to grab. His handwriting was smudged but fancy, and it was so adorably him that it left you smiling ear to ear. 

“Had to leave early. Meet me in my office tomorrow and we’ll discuss how you’ll be living in my universe from now on ,seeing as how you’re now mine, mi vida.” 

. . .

#atsv miguel #This was supposed to be a 100 follower special #But I’ve been slacking yall… #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel atsv #miguel o hara #spiderman 2099 #atsv #itsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the verse #spiderman #spidersona #arachnids #spider society #smutty fanfiction #webs #Miguel fucking o’hara #miguel x y/n #miguel x you #miguel x spidersona #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you

[miguelswifey04]

Hello, if everything is fine, you could write where miguel o'hara hears fem reader talking to someone (jess or peter) about his desire to marry miguel 💝💝, but reader believes that miguel still needs time to take that step and doesn't want strength you do something just because you want to, thanks dear, hope you have a great day.

miguel o’hara x fem! reader

miguel's heart skips a beat as he overhears you talking to jessica drew about your desire to marry him. a mixture of surprise and warmth washes over him, the realization that you truly want to spend the rest of your life with him sinking in. he listens intently, his heart swelling with love and affection.

however, as he hears your concerns about pressuring him into taking that step, his admiration for you deepens. miguel realizes that you understand the importance of giving him the space and time he needs to make such a significant decision. it touches him profoundly, knowing that you respect his autonomy and don't want to rush him into anything.

filled with a renewed sense of determination, miguel approaches you with a gentle smile. "i couldn't help but overhear your conversation, love," he says softly, his eyes filled with gratitude. "and i want you to know that your understanding means the world to me. you’re right, i need some time to gather my thoughts and take that step when i’m ready. but i want you to know that my heart is already yours, and i see a future with you."

he reaches out, taking your hand in his, his touch warm and comforting. "i promise, when the time is right, i’ll ask you to be mine forever. and until then, let's enjoy every moment we have together, building our love and creating beautiful memories." miguel's voice is filled with sincerity, his words a testament to the depth of his love for you.

with a smile and a nod, you assure him that you understand and respect his wishes, your eyes shining with affection. the two of you embrace, cherishing the present moment and eagerly looking forward to the future that awaits when the time is right for both of you.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @obi-mom-kenobi @meeom @astro1bloom @sabcandoit @emiemiemiii

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #lin’s asks #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #miguel fucking o’hara #miguel ohara #miguel o hara #miguel fluff #miguel imagine #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguelohara #miguel x y/n #miguel o’hara x female reader

[blossomverse]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚El Chico del Apartamento 512˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

pairing: neighbor!miguel o'hara x fem!reader

word count: 4.9k

summary: you've had a crush on miguel for the longest time. he happens to be your very kind, extremely attractive, next-door neighbor. what happens when you end up bonding over smoothies and a broken elevator?

cw & tw: mostly fluff, mildly suggestive dream, catcalling (by strangers), random man grabs reader's wrist without permission, stuck inside an elevator trope, some cursing, minors dni

a/n: i'm currently undergoing a miguel brainrot, that's how i found myself writing this in the middle of the night. the sentences on bold and italic are supposed to be reader’s inner thoughts. the story is heavily inspired by the song "el chico del apartamento 512" by selena. i srsly recommend listening to it as you read

Every day, coming home from work, same routine. Life in Nueva York was like this. The unwanted stares and comments from strange men were a frequent thing you’ve had to deal with. Your response would always be to ignore, continue walking as fast as you possibly could, and show that you were not afraid, nor bothered.

Today was no different, unfortunately. After a stressful shift at work, you had arrived inside your apartment complex and clicked on the elevator’s summoning button. That old thing would always take forever to arrive when called. As you waited patiently, one of the neighbors that always had some unwelcome attention to give, began approaching to make conversation.

Please, not today. I’m tired of rejecting this dude.

“Oh, how lucky I am! I’ve been waiting to see you again, Y/n.” He stood next to you.

“Mhm, I bet.” You answered, uninterested in whatever he had to say.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask–“

“No offense, but you should really go shower…” You blurted the words out, cutting him off before he could ask anything.

The man stood speechless for a hot second, unsure on what to say next. You simply stared blankly at the wall, not even sparing him one pitiful glance. He was about to speak again, when a familiar ding was heard. Finally, that prehistoric device had reached the first floor and opened its doors.

A few people made their way out and as you looked up to see the last one leaving, your heartbeat completely accelerated at the sight. There was he: the image of your dreams, the one your heart belonged to. The guy from apartment 512.

“M- Miguel, hi!” You said, a little bit too loud and enthusiastically for your own good.

You’d bask on the embarrassment later when you had reached the comfort of your home. For now, all you cared about was him.

“Y/n, it’s nice to see you.” He walked fast and made his way to open his mailbox.

“It is– it is always nice to see you, too.” You heard your words become nothing but stammers. Something that happened regularly when you would speak to him.

“Home from work already?” He asked while taking out his correspondence and shuffling through it.

“Oh, yeah… finished early. I’m guessing you’ll probably head to work now, I see you’re umm– you’re wearing your gym clothes.” You subtly admired his muscles, which looked enhanced by his tight fitted shirt.

“I’ll stop to get a smoothie from across the street first. They’re really nice and nutritious, you know. Maybe you’d like to check them out sometime.”

With you?

Your heart ran a mile, just thinking about that possibility. But no, his voice was too nonchalant to be asking you out. He was simply recommending the place. Nothing more, right?

“Sure, I’ll go when I have the time.”

There was an awkward silence growing as you looked down at your feet. You didn’t want to make this situation uncomfortable or to keep bothering him. Everyone that was waiting for the elevator along with you had already disappeared, including the annoying neighbor. You had completely disassociated with the fact that you were evidently trying to go home, ignoring everything just to give him your attention.

Would that make me look like a fool in front of him?

“Well, I– I should probably leave now. Guess we’ll talk another time.”

“Have a nice evening, Y/n.” He stuffed everything he had picked up at the mailbox into his duffle bag.

“Yeah, good luck at work.” You offered a tiny smile and pressed the button again, summoning the elevator.

“Thanks.” He chuckled and simply left.

In a few minutes you were stepping inside your apartment. Which just happened to be right next to his. That’s how you had met when you had just moved in. Both of you quickly became acquainted with each other over the months, although it’d be too extreme to call yourselves friends. You were just… neighbors on friendly terms.

“Ugh, I totally made myself look ridiculous again, didn’t I?” You spoke aloud to yourself as you took off your shoes.

This crush was something you had been harboring for quite a few months. At first, you just noticed he was an attractive man. No one could deny that. But as you continued getting to know little bits and pieces of him, and noticed how respectful and kind he was to you, compared to others, your heart couldn’t help but fall for him.

You went inside your room and opened the window. Looking down at the streets, you noticed how he was walking away from the kiosk with his smoothie in hand and couldn’t help but continue admiring him from afar. He took a small sip from it and continued his steps. Your eyes never left him, convinced that he would not notice you staring his way.

Miguel looked up and glanced at the building where you both lived. His eyes immediately noticed the opened window on the 5th floor, with a certain person leaning her elbows on it. He smiled at you and waved. Your cheeks and ears immediately heated up. He had noticed you.

You waved back reluctantly, then slowly stepped away from the window, closing it a few seconds later. As you sat down on your bed, you fanned your face and ears. Things just couldn’t get more humiliating than this.

You decided to take a cold shower, hoping it would relax your mood. Once the cool water hit your skin, you were able to take a deep breath and release all the tension. At some point you’d need to confess your feelings, right? The worst thing that could happen would be getting rejected. Or maybe he’d be nice enough to accept going on a date, just to try things out, and then end up confessing you’re not exactly compatible.

I could just keep this to myself forever, though.

The evening went on as it usually would. Dinner was made while playing that romantic playlist you had created when thinking of him. Then you watched some tv, not paying too much attention to it, as you wrote the —probably— thousandth love letter you had made for him. That was the only way you knew how to pour out your feedings. At least without stuttering like a fool. But you could never give these to him.

Acting like a schoolgirl in love was definitely not the best way to go about this, you knew it. And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from wasting the ink of your pen on a piece of paper that’d remain stored away, along with others like it. A red sharpie adorned the corners of the letter with pretty hearts. Each one was a symbol of your infatuation.

The sky was dark outside, letting you know it was probably time to go to bed. After all, tomorrow you had to wake up early, just to repeat the same, boring routine. You went to the kitchen to grab some water, like you usually would before sleeping. The faint sound of a blender could be heard through the wall. He was already home.

You smiled, knowing that only a wall separated both of you. A wall that felt infinite. With a final sigh, you heard the blender stop, and made your way to your room. The satin bedsheets welcomed you, bringing comfort after a long day of work. The thought of your earlier interactions with him clouded your mind as you waited for sleep to take over.

The next morning, as you were making your way out of your apartment complex, some random old man you had never seen before began trying to talk to you. There weren’t a lot of people around, unlike most mornings. For a moment, you considered going back inside, but you simply couldn’t afford being late for work. The old man spoke in Spanish so you could just act like you didn’t understand that he was talking to you.

“Chica, ven a verme.” [Girl, come to see me.]

You walked away without breaking pace. The old man kept calling behind you, his voice getting closer, until suddenly, his hand was clutching your wrist to turn you around. Your gasp was audible. No one had gone as far as grabbing you without permission before.

You were ready to defend yourself and slap the man away, when you felt the presence of another person, yanking the stranger away from you. When you turned your head around, you saw Miguel. His tall figure was blocking you from the old man’s view.

“No le caen los viejos rabos verdes.” [She doesn’t like dirty old men.]

“Perdón, no sabía que tenía novio.” [Sorry, didn’t know she had a boyfriend.]

You were breathing heavily, trying to process everything that had just happened. The old man walked away. Miguel didn’t move for a few minutes, staring at him menacingly. Once your knight in shining armor had made sure the coast was clear, he turned to you with a soft expression on his face.

“Are you alright? That fucker didn’t hurt you, did he?” He was concerned and his arms wanted to hug you, but he didn’t want to step outside the line, like that other man had done.

“N-no, no, I’m okay… I think.” Your body was shivering just a bit, partially because of the chilly morning air.

“I’m glad to hear that. If anyone ever bothers you again, tell me.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Thank you, for helping me… but, how come you’re outside this early?” You were confused. He had told you about how he only worked from afternoon until nighttime at a gym, and barely ever woke up early.

“I was on my way to the airport.”

“Oh– you’re going to travel… well, I wouldn’t want you to lose your flight because of me. Anyways, I have to get to work–“ You began walking away.

“Wait wait, I’ll go with you. And I’m not traveling.” His words made you slow down your steps.

“I don’t want to be a burden…” You said, reluctantly.

“You’re not, I promise. But it’s completely fine if you don’t want me to accompany you, so don’t feel like you have to agree.” He assured you with a warm smile.

“No, I would really like that– I mean… sure, you can.”

He gave you one of the chuckles you loved so much and you resumed your walk to work. He followed after you silently. It was quiet as you both made your way through the streets, save for the sound of some cars and the other people that walked by. It was a comforting silence. It made you feel safe.

Once you had reached your destination, you turned around to thank him again. You both said your goodbyes as you watched him leave. There was barely any time to process anything. Much less as you both walked together. He always made you so nervous.

Work was slow and tiring. Your mind drifted to the thought of Miguel, as it often did. But today, he seemed to be persistent on staying running through your head for longer. It definitely made you get distracted way too many times during working hours.

Finally, after each agonizing second, it was time to clock out for the day. Once you were a block away from home, you remembered to buy groceries. By the time you had finished, the night had covered the sky with its starry mantle.

As you neared the building of your apartment complex, your eyes drifted to the kiosk across the street. There they found Miguel, and a smile crept up on your face. He was speaking with the other customers, a lively conversation likely taking place by the looks of it. His gym clothes were on, meaning he was back from work.

You considered going there with the pretext of trying the smoothies he had recommended, but desisted upon the idea for the moment. First, you needed to get rid of the grocery bags. Perhaps, by the time you had left them at home, he’d still be there chatting and you’d have time to come down and casually join the fun.

If only the elevator was faster, of course. It seemed to move even slower when you needed it to do its job the most. Miguel and the smoothies would have to happen another time. Or not… for you felt a familiar presence entering the building and joining the long wait for the elevator.

“Hey again.” Miguel’s voice rang across the hall.

“Oh– hi, Miguel.” You totally pretended you hadn’t recognized him by the smell of the Axe body spray he’d use after gym.

“Need help with that?” He pointed at the bags.

“It’s no big deal, honestly. But thanks, you’re always a gentleman.” Soon enough, you realized you’d given him a compliment and cringed internally for some reason.

“Heh, glad to know that.” His voice all smug.

The elevator arrived and you both made your way inside. It creaked loudly as it made its way up to the 5th floor. Miguel shook his head and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Remind me to tell the landlord to get this old thing fixed.”

“It’s no use, anyways. You know he’ll just ignore the request.” You sighed and leaned your back against the elevator wall.

“I should still try, at least before it brea–“ The lightbulbs blinked and the elevator stopped.

The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds, realizing what was happening. You were now stuck inside an elevator, and with the man of your dreams no less. But even the fact of being here with him didn’t stop you from slowly panicking.

“Shit… Miguel, what are we going to do?” You asked, exasperatedly.

“Press the button for emergencies, it should alert the nearest fire department. Just don’t panic.”

“How can I not panic? We could run out of air and die here…” You pressed the emergency button repeatedly and checked your phone to find signal, but to no avail.

“Don’t do that, the button could break. And we’re not gonna run out of air. This has air currents here, I think.” He spoke while typing on his phone.

“You seem oddly relaxed…”

“I’m also worried, but I’m trying to text the group chat of the people I train. One of the dudes is an engineer and there’s also a doctor, so they’ll probably know what to do.”

“Shouldn’t you call 911 or something, instead? I have absolutely no signal–“

“Hold on, I’m getting some answers… Miles said ‘don’t run out of air’…” He squinted his eyes as he began reading the replies.

“Ha, I told you we could run out of air!” You began panicking more now, thinking his doctor friend had answered.

“Hobie said ‘lay flat on the floor if it starts falling’…” Miguel continued reading the texts out loud in a confused tone.

“WHAT? Don’t tell me your engineer friend said that.” You were now seated down on the floor.

“No, he’s a musician. Only the younger people are answering right now, but these sound ridiculous.” He almost laughed as he kept reading. Leave it to the teens to joke about a situation like this one.

You leaned your head back in frustration. Miguel ended up sitting down as well and carried on typing. He looked awfully chill in this situation. Your only hope now was that the fire department had been notified through the emergency button. As time passed, you convinced yourself that if you were going to die, at least it’d be with the man you liked.

“Well… thankfully we’ve got some food and water, in case we have to spend the night here.” You pointed to the grocery bags, which were now also laying on the floor as well.

“And good company.” He smiled without looking up from his phone.

You felt your face heat up again, and your heart jumped up and down. His words always managed to fluster you in the worst moments. Now that you were stuck together for so long, it was becoming harder to hide your crush. You thought that this was probably a signal the universe was sending you, to convince you to finally confess before you died and it was too late.

“Umm, Miguel…”

“Yeah?” He looked up, glancing at you now.

“So there’s this thing I’ve been meaning to say– or ask, I guess.” You breathed in before continuing.

“I hear you.”

It was now or never.

“Okay, so–“

The elevator shook slightly and began moving up again. The lights flickered repeatedly, then the doors opened after it had reached your floor. You were not dying there together, after all.

“Oh, I guess grandpa decided to take a nap in the middle of his shift.” Miguel joked as he stood up.

He reached out his hand and helped you stand up. He then took some of the bags and carried them for you until you’d reached your door.

“I’m so glad it started working again.” You commented as you fumbled with the keys.

“Yeah, but anyways, what was it that you wanted to ask me? You never got to finish your sentence.”

You stood there frozen for a second, trying to come up with something to say. Your life was no longer at risk, so you didn’t feel the need of confessing before death any longer.

“Oh, it was nothing important.” You stalled, still thinking about what to say.

“Are you sure? You can tell me anything.”

“I just– I wanted to know if I could start training at the gym you go to.” You said as you opened the door of your apparent.

“That’s it?” He sounded like he didn’t really believe that’s what you meant to say.

“Yep. I’ve just never been to a place like that in my life so I gotta ask the expert, of course.” You smiled innocently, as if to convince not only him, but yourself, that what you had said was the truth.

“Sure, you’re welcome to do so. It’s not exactly a secret society, so you could have joined any gym without asking me.” He spoke sarcastically but your mind focused too much on the last portion of his sentence.

He probably doesn’t want me to join the same gym as him.

“Right… well, it was a long day and you must be tired. See you around, Miguel.”

You took your bags inside and closed the door quickly, leaving him slightly dumbfounded. Leaning against it after locking, you took a deep breath. Your mind felt like a jigsaw puzzle, and overthinking wasn’t helping at all. A shower was all you needed to get rid of all the stress caused by today’s incidents.

Once you had finished freshening up, you grabbed a quick snack before heading to bed. Rest was due. You didn’t feel like thinking about him and confusing your head even more. Now in the comfort of your bed, you allowed sleep to take over.

Thankfully, there was no need to worry about waking up early the next day. The sweet weekend had arrived, meaning you could rest and stay inside all day. The perfect way to avoid Miguel.

However, your dreams had different plans. As if to spite you, your subconscious mind displayed images of how it would be like if you and Miguel were a couple. The dream began by showing how you knocked on his door and confessed to him, he looked happy as he confessed his feelings as well. Then everything shifted, you were both having dinner at a nearby restaurant and he leaned over to kiss you. One last shift of images happened before you woke up. This time, the images presented you both kissing inside the elevator, slowly taking each other’s clothes off. His mouth had moved to your neck, leaving marks as he made his way down your body. It all felt soft and intense… and so real.

The loud honk of a car resonated through the walls, making your eyes open. The memories of your dream flashing rapidly inside your head, making you cover up your face in shame. But you wouldn’t deny how much you were enjoying it, so you screamed into your pillow in frustration.

“Fucking car had to wake me up exactly when it was getting good!” You whined and threw the pillow.

What if this was another sign?

Sitting up on the bed, you reached out for your phone and called your best friend. Sometimes when a girl doesn’t know what to do, she needs professional assistance from someone who knows her better than she knows herself.

“Oh em gee, look who’s calling!” You heard your friend on the other side of the call.

“Hey, bestie… so, I really need help with something– more like, someone.” You admitted nervously.

“And here I thought you wanted to, you know, say hi to me and know how I’m doing, maybe ask me out for brunch but nooo… I’m kidding, of course. How may I be of service?” She joked, making you laugh.

“Well, it’s about my neighbor.” You whispered the word ‘neighbor’, as if it was possible for Miguel to hear you talk about him through the wall.

“Wait, is this the neighbor you spoke to me about like two months ago?”

“Yeah, it’s about him. I’m in dire need of some advice.” You hated how she knew you so well.

“Girl, seriously… I thought by now you had already fucked him.” Her words made you gasp and burst out laughing.

“You did not just say that.” You continued giggling, unable to control yourself.

“Well, did you do it? Or did he break your heart and you need your best friend to cheer you up?” Maybe she didn’t know you that well.

“No, I just have this huge crush on him–“ You began explaining.

“Still?” Your friend cut you off with her comment.

“Yes, still. And I don’t know, but lately a lot of strange things have been occurring. I keep thinking they’re signs saying that I should tell him how I feel, but he keeps giving me mixed signals sometimes. I never know what’s going on inside his head.”

You continued rambling about everything that had happened in the past two days. Your friend listened carefully, her own mind trying to come up with the best answer to your problem. Surely, you couldn’t continue living life like this. Once you had finished the rant, she stayed silent for a few more seconds before finally speaking.

“In my opinion, you should knock on his damn door and confess. What’s he going to do? Bite you? You’d probably like it, anyways.” At least she spoke the truth.

“You make it sound so easy.” You shook your head and sighed.

“Because it is. You knock on his door, confess, I’m sure he likes you so he’ll say yes, then he’ll invite you in and you can fuck. Simple.” She sounded proud of her answer.

“It’s not certain that he likes me, maybe he’s just really nice.” You protested, still denying that possibility.

“Gosh, just get it over with! If he rejects you, just come over to my house for the weekend and I’ll help you deal with the pain. But now I need you to get your ass up and stop being a coward. Or else, I’ll show myself up when you least expect it to tell him everything.”

“You wouldn’t do that…”

“Try me.” You heard her chuckle.

“Ugh, fine! Fine, I’ll do it myself.” You sighed in defeat.

“Today.” She almost threatened.

“Mhm, today, whatever.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

“I’ll be expecting an update of how it went. But if by midnight I don’t receive anything, I’ll know for sure it wasn’t a rejection. Good luck, love ya!” She blew a kiss through the phone and hung up.

This girl…

You armed yourself with the courage your best friend had provided you with. She was right, you needed to get this over with. The next two hours you spent getting ready, making sure you looked and smelled nice. Even going as far as shaving, because you never know.

Once you thought you’d done enough, you checked yourself in the mirror one last time and inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly. As you made your way out, your heart was racing like never before. With wobbly legs and fiddled thumbs, you found yourself at his door. Another breath was taken before finally knocking on it.

Each second felt endless, even the door seemed to be opening in slow motion. Goosebumps suddenly appeared on your skin as you timidly looked up. But right there, standing in front of you, wasn’t the guy from apartment 512. Instead, a beautiful blonde woman had answered.

You felt your heart chatter. A million things going through your head as you stared at this woman you had never seen before. She looked a bit confused, waiting for you to speak first. At the moment, you simply couldn’t find any words.

Of course, he has a girlfriend. How could I be so stupid?

You were about to turn around and walk away while apologizing for the interruption. She obviously didn’t recognize you, so you’d just pretend you didn’t live next door and act like you were looking for someone else’s apartment. Then you’d pick up the pieces of your heart and spend the weekend with your best friend. As you took your first step back, the blonde spoke up.

“Were you looking for my brother?”

You froze and blinked twice. The breath you didn’t realize you were holding was released. Now you felt even more confused than her.

“Your brother? Miguel never mentioned he had a sister.” You scratched the back of your head.

“Are you the neighbor he was stuck with inside the elevator last night?” Miguel’s sister chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“My brother went to the kiosk to get us breakfast, even though we should already be having lunch. You can come in and wait for him if you’d like.” She opened the door wider to invite you in.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come by another time.”

“Alright, then I’ll let him know you were looking for him when he comes back.” She gave you a warm smile as she began closing the door.

“Sure, no problem.” You smiled back.

Once the door was finally shut, you remained standing in the hallway. There were now two options: either run back inside the house like a coward, or meet him at the kiosk. You chose the latter.

The elevator was as sluggish as ever, yet this time you didn’t care. You made your way out of the building, feeling like you were in a movie scene as the air hit your face while you walked to the kiosk. You noticed him immediately, leaning against the counter as he waited to receive his order. And in this moment, this was all that mattered. Him, only him.

The guy from apartment 512.

He looked up and your eyes met. There was no turning back now as you approached. He smiled brightly and you returned the smile with a hint of shyness.

“So, you came to try the smoothies I told you about.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Actually, I came to talk to you about something– and I promise it’s not about the gym.” You heard him chuckle.

“Okay, how about we enjoy some smoothies first and then we talk?” You were about to agree to his suggestions and then you remembered…

“But what about your sister?”

“Oh, don’t worry– wait, how do you know about my sister?” He was confused.

“Umm, I knocked at your door earlier.” You nervously admitted.

“Hmm, I see. As I was saying, don’t worry. She won’t die without her overly complicated, banana, pineapple, kiwi, and almond milk smoothie. Or her empanadas, which I seriously recommend, too.” Miguel rolled his eyes playfully as he listed out all the ingredients from his sister’s smoothie.

“If you say so… then I’ll have an uncomplicated guava smoothie with empanadas.” You spoke cheerfully.

“Good choice.” He stepped slightly closer.

“I think today I’m finally making the correct choices, for once.”

Life in Nueva York was like this, same people, same routine. Skyscrapers reaching for the sky, a bustling city scene. Yellow taxis honking loud, streets alive with motion. From dawn till dusk, a vibrant place, a perpetual emotion.

And now you had someone to share it all with. The smoothies from the kiosk across the street. The ancient elevator that would sometimes fall asleep. The unwanted stares and comments. This life and its precious moments.

❀if you made it this far, thank you for reading~ it's been ages since i wrote anything, so i hope i'm not too rusty. let me know if you'd like a part 2❀

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[spiderlyla]

Hi! Saw you in need of some fluff, and I gotchu :)

Imagine Miguel who stress bakes. Like a good half of the baked goods in the cafeteria are made by him. And he’s just so weirdly good at it that there’s a noticeable difference between some of the baked foods. But then imagine reader, who’s also a stress baker, finding him in the kitchen with flour in his hair, cocoa smudges on his apron, and with a bowl that looks tiny in his hands scrambling eggs. Those two are a power duo. Now all the baked goods are literally “sold out” everyday, and no one knows still who tf is making them bc holy crap gimme the recipe-

But it’s sweet bc the reader gets to see how Miguel unwinds and just relaxes into the baking role, and how they can move around each other so flawlessly around the kitchen. Anyways some nights end in too many baked goods, and some with more than enough flour and sugar spilled to make an entire kitchen cry.

Hope you feel better!!! :3

@nekoglasses thank you so much for your idea this is soooooo—

gn!reader × miguel o'hara (fluff)

you've made it your habit to go into the kitchen of the cafeteria after a particularly stressful and incredibly long day.

you knew no one would be inside around that time because, well, it's 1 in the morning and all the spiders usually go back to their home dimensions by 11 maximum.

so you let yourself in like you normally do, but you notice that the lights are switched on, and there is a gentle melody playing.

a familiar, smooth voice hums along the lyrics, you see his frame and you're unsure what he's doing this late at night. And...here. out of all places.

The lack of Miguel's spider senses really served you right now, because you couldn't stop looking at him.

He'd taken off his suit and was wearing his casual attire. Grey pants and that white high collared shirt with the thumb holes, but over them, he wore a red apron, with blue text reading 'Kiss the Spider' on it.

He held a bowl that looked entirely too small in his large palms, but you knew if you held it, you wouldn't be able to hold it with just one hand like he was.

He was whisking something, looking a bit too concentrated. There were other bowls with the same substance he's been whisking sitting on the white counter, along with trays.

You've never seen him so relaxed before. He seemed so into it that you didn't dare disturb him.

But he spotted you.

Frozen, he stopped whisking, the calm look on his otherwise always stoic face began turning into an embaressed one.

"So, those really good Tres Leches cakes that showed up out of nowhere were all you?" You tease, picking up an apron from the nearby hanger. Miguel grumbles, but he nods.

"I'm assuming the cinnamon rolls they serve from time to time are your recipe."

Not that long ago, mysterious baked goods began appearing in the kitchen, left to be freshly served the next day. No one really knew who was baking them but you knew for sure that some of those items did not belong to you.

And now you knew.

"I'm making Pan Dulce. Want to help?"

You smile at him, and get to it almost immediately.

This becomes your little routine after a while, baking with Miguel at 2 AM after everyone was gone. It was almost natural how you acted in the kitchen together, completing each other.

It felt domestic. To both of you.

And it made you see a different side of him, a side you didn't know he had.

"There is flour on your face."

"What are you talking about—" A fistful of flour hurled at him, covering his handsome face with the white substance. He'd open his eyes to see you laughing and he can't help but bite his cheek to stop himself from smiling.

"Oh, you're going to get it for that."

You two ran around the kitchen for 15 minutes having a flour fight. Loud, almost childish laughter filling the room.

"Okay, Okay, stop, you win!" His hands are on your waist when he catchs you, and he hoists you up on the counter to avoid any attempts at pranks on his expense.

Still giggling, you'd put your hand on his cheeks and clean him up with the kitchen towel nearby. He'd surprisingly stand still, skin heating up under your touch.

When you're done, you leave a kiss on his cheek, "Kiss the Spider, right?"

He'd move away just to avoid you seeing him all flustered, grumbling about how shameless you are.

But if he could, he'd wear this apron all the time, just to get another kiss.

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[ciggarettesoutthewindow]

Miguel O’Hara x Plus Size! Fem!Reader drabble

(as a plus-size person, I’m overly ecstatic to be writing this tho it may not be the best🥹💀)

warnings: mentions of injury, little mention of being insecure, eepy Miguelito, mainly just fluff

word count: 606 words

enjoy this little blurb as much as I do LOL

Miguel is a COMPLETE sucker for chubby women

Like, he will go out of his way to just squeeze and massage your plump flesh- whether that be your tummy, thighs, breasts, cheeks, ass, or arms- it doesn’t matter to him, it brings him so much comfort, and happiness, and he loves marking your soft skin with his teeth and plants the softest kisses on them, and you're just as on board with it as he is

It took you a while to get used to it, but seeing him happy makes you happy, and it makes you 10 times more confident about yourself when you’re feeling insecure

Today, in particular, Miguel had come home from a rather difficult mission all marked up and bruised as you were cleaning in the kitchen and the sight of him caused you to panic

He tried to tell you not to worry, that he was fine; he knew his body would regenerate itself fast but you wouldn’t hear it

You grabbed the medkit and dragged him by his hand to the couch

He slumped down on the couch with a sigh, marinating in its cushiness as you softly climbed onto his lap, straddling him

He grabbed your hips to keep you steady, subconsciously making soft kneading motions into your skin

You placed the medkit delicately on the side table, opened it and took out the contents you needed, and got to work

His suit fizzled away, leaving him only in his boxers as you dabbed away at his small wounds, catching him off guard by placing your soft, delicate lips on his cleaned scratches

His heart swelled as you did that, a small smile making its way onto his lips as he stared at you with so much love as you worked

That’s one of the things he loved you for, you being so delicate and compassionate for people in ways that were unreal to him

You were too busy to notice, being occupied with being attentive to his wounds, but a closed loving smile was on your face

You were almost done, you just finished cleaning the one on his cheek when he brought his hand to your cheek, softly pushing your head to look at him as he kissed you

You cupped his face in your hands, kissing back so softly that it made his head spin

He sighed into the kiss, slumping softly, too exhausted to move

He broke the kiss and placed his head on your chest, sighing through his nose, closing his eyes

His hands moved from your hips to your thighs, squeezing softly, the gesture caused you to giggle as you wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his slicked back and silky smooth brown wavy locks

You heard soft snores emitting from him, you sighed contently, maneuvering off his lap and onto the cushion

He slumped over a bit, fast asleep

It made you happy to see him finally relax for one, he was such a workaholic that you barely saw him most days, but moments like these the both of cherished tremendously

You pulled his sleepy form into you gently, placing his head on your chest as you wrapped your arms around him as he rested peacefully between your legs

He moved and wrapped his arms around your torso, grunting softly, falling asleep once more

You grabbed the blanket behind your head and draped it over the both of you

You shifted a bit to get more comfortable, placing a kiss on his head and letting sleep overtake you as the both of you reveled in this peaceful moment

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[nofacentity]

Dialogue

Miguel O'hara x gn Reader

Please take in consideration that I'm still learning english, so I'm open to any critisism! I dont know if my wording will feel authentic🙇🏻‍♀️

Im currently working on something like a drabble on Miguel x reader and this dialogue may or may not take place in the story I'm writing, I'm imagining it as a part of the story buuuut I'm not sure.

But either way this is still a little story of its own.

About the story: It's just a silly little conversation and Miguel just being protective

***

"Day eleven of observing Miguel O'hara. The temperature is normal, and so is the humidity; there are no significant changes in the subjects' behavior."

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know. I'm bored. And you insist I stay here, I don't even know why."

"Because it's safe."

"Oh, the great dangers of spider-societies HQ."

"You aren't as funny as you think you are."

" I know. I'm way funnier. But, really, safe from what?"

"I just don't want you wandering off somewhere."

"Why?"

"Because I don't know if it's safe."

"Oh my god! It is safe! The whole place is safe!"

"I'm not talking about the HQ."

"Ugh."

"I don't want you to wander in other dimensions."

"Am I this fucking unreliable?" You were beyond frustrated

"What? What does this have to do with anything?"

"Well, if I need to be under a watch 24/7, so other dimensions will be safe." It really hurt your pride.

"I'm not talking about-... it's about your safety, not dimensions. I know you wouldn't do anything like that."

"And what about my safety?"

"What about it?"

"Well, I don't understand what threat to my safety there is."

"None. Because you're here, with me."

"And if I'm not here? And without you?"

"Then I wouldn't be so sure. So you're here."

"What.. What is out there?" You started to feel uneasy. Is there someone or something that is after you?

"I don't know."

"Ugh! Just please say it in a way that I will understand. What are you protecting me from?"

"Everything."

"Everything what?!"

"Everything that could potentially harm you."

"That's just.. That doesn't make any sense. Am I, like, important for something?"

"Not for something."

"Could you talk in complete sentences?"

"I am."

"No, you're not. I have no idea what you are talking about."

He finally turned towards you.

"What do I need to explain to you?"

"Why am I here? Why is my safety so necessary?"

"It is necessary. For the reason that it's necessary."

"Why? Why am I the only one here? Isn't everyone's safety important? So why me?"

"Because you're important"

"For what?!"

"For me"

He said it with a straight face, no emotions. And you were completely taken aback

"...And what do you need me for?"

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Now he was the one who's frustrated.

"I don't need you for anything... it's not about it."

You were just staring at him, so he understood the need to elaborate.

"Listen, it's just... you know what happened to the...the world... to what was important to me... So could you just bear with me? " You could tell it was hard for him to talk about it, but you still weren't understanding half of what he was saying.

"What is the connection between me and that world exactly? I'm not from there."

"I know you're not from there..." he paused.

" I just want to ensure the safety of what is important to me." He said finally.

You were still silent, waiting for him to continue. He was keeping in mind what you said earlier, trying to find right words to explain it to you.

"It's not that you're important for something.. Specifically. As I said, it's about what's important to me." He took another pause and said, "personally."

You were trying to process his words, unsuccessfully.

"I don't see how... I just don't really... am I like a daughter to you? Like a... child-figure?"

"What?"

"I'm just trying to make a connection!"

"How are you a child?"

"I don't know! Maybe because of the age difference!"

"What age—...what?"

"Well, you know how it is, like maybe you see me as a child because I'm just old enough to be your child!"

"You're twenty-five."

"Well, yeah! And you're..." you didn't know his age. Well, you had assumptions, but you didn't know the exact numbers.

"What? Wait.. You don't know... How old do you think I am?" He was just so perplexed.

"Well, uh.. fifti-... forties?"

He didn't even know how to react. He had no idea what was going through your head. He just stared at you, dumbfounded.

"Forties?" he repeated after you.

"Well... uh…"

"Am I-.. How did you even... Why?"

"What why? Did I guess or?.." You had a look of embarrassment on your face, but you really had no better guesses.

"Or."

"Sixties?! Oh my god! You look so good for your age!"

"What?! I'm thirty!"

"What?! You're thirty?!" You echoed him with the same astonishment.

He just stared at you with an open mouth.

"I mean.. You look good either way. It just... you're always so serious. And you seem so... seasoned?"

"Seasoned."

"Well, I mean! It's like you always know what to do and everything... and so sure about everything... like you've seen a lot."

"I've seen a lot."

"Well, I mean..." you bit your tongue" I'm sorry."

You were waiting for him to say something, but he was just looking at you, frowning.

"So..I'm not a child-figure to you?"

"Could you stop talking about it? No way you would be."

"Then what?"

"Well.. I meant to take it slow... maybe start with friends and then..." He looked away.

You felt like your heart went to your throat. It was too much shock to handle in one evening. You lost your ability to process anything that was going on. Take what slow? Friends? And what then?

"As I said, you're important to me. Personaly."

"Right. Personaly."

"Right."

You expected him to turn away, get back to his work, but he didnt. He was still standing looking at you. And you just felt so small under his gaze.

"Im... Im... Im just... I have no idea..."

"Im sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I understand"

"No, I'm sorry.. I said... you were forthy"

"You said I was sixty." He chuckled

"Well, I'm sorry! I didn't!...uh."

"You didn't know. I figured. Do you have any other questions?"

"No, I won't be able to handle any more answers."

He was still looking at you with a slight amusement.

"You can go back to your work now.. I know you have lots of stuff to do and everything."

"No, I finished."

"What?"

"I said I finished."

"Who are you? Miguel would never say that."

"Well, I just said that."

"So, what are you going to do now? Are you going to charge?"

"Cielos...You keep talking nonsense all evening."

"Well, I didn't ever see you not working! And even less eating or sleeping. Maybe you just go to charge, like a robot."

"So now I'm a robot. What else do you think I am?" He was still amused; you could almost say he was joking. In his own way.

"There isn't anything else really... Well, I think you're, like, super cool and everything.. This is what I think you are!" You were trying to fawn your way out of the shame you just brought upon yourself..

"Right."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"Take you out for dinner. If it's okay with you?"

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse #spiderverse fanfic #miguel fanfic #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel fucking o’hara #gn reader #miguel o'hara x gn!reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader

[oharamwah]

♡☆— a secret ? : your life-long partner has been keeping a big secret from you about his career. → 2.3k

read pt. two → it’s not a onsie

husband!miguel o’hara x fem!reader

contents : au!miguel, florist!reader, sliiiightly ooc (he never had gabi), slight gore? (i kinda just describe injuries miguel has),

posted july 22nd - to be edited !

© oharamwah , please do not steal my work

like any other day, you sat in your living room mindlessly listening to the tv blaring a brain frying romance reality show. you already ate dinner, though today you ate alone. despite the tv playing and the dishwasher running, the house was quiet.

‘he’s usually home by now, this is the fourth time this week.’ you thought.

your husband, miguel, worked at alchemax, the biggest scientific research company in all of new york. he was always so dedicated to his job, always giving it his all, but you are his wife. he always made time for you. you are his world. right?

##

new york, new york - 2089

6:03 pm : you run a small floral shop in new york right on the edge of broadway street. flowers are your favourite thing in the world — they’re so beautiful without even trying. you sat down, ready to take your first break of the day. a bad storm had hit the city the previous night and completely ruined your outdoor setup. what used to be a lovely arrangement of wooden shelves bathing in different floral collections you gardened became a mess of buckets, paper wrappings and loose flower petals. so, you spent the entirety of the day cleaning up and gathering the remains of your flowers.

you dusted your hands off on your apron and collapsed into your chair, a deep sigh following after. you closed your eyes and settled into relaxation, but suddenly..

door chime

your eyes jolt open. ‘seriously? the shop is open all day and no one comes in until now?’

you got up anyway. before your eyes at the entrance of the shop is a man. a tall man, nearly as tall as the door itself. he must’ve had to crouch to get in. he had messy brown hair, reddish-brown eyes, and a small scar on his left cheek.

you greeted him sweetly as he walked towards the counter and flashed a handsome smile, his canines slightly pointy. “evening,” he said politely, leaning one elbow on the counter. “i need a bouquet.” he said. duh. “well, you came to the right place,” you replied. “what kind of flowers are we looking for?”

the man thought for a second before sheepishly asking for advice.

“actually, they’re for my mother. i’m not very good at flowers or gifts, but it’s her birthday tomorrow.”

you gawk at this. ‘awww how sweet. does this mean he’s on the market??’ you thought. “oh, well, do you know her favourite colour?” you ask. “hm.. i know she likes pink. and yellow.”

you nod and walk past the counter, past the tall handsome man, and take a look around the shop. you come across a patch of pink dahlias and an idea pops into your head.

“might i suggest these lovely things? they make lovely centre pieces in assorted bouquets.” you say, your mouth curving into a smile as you make eye contact with the beautiful stranger. he smiles back. you hold up one of the flowers and he takes it into his hand, inspecting it as if it were some oddly creature — it was a flower. he rose the flower to his nose to smell it and his eyes closed in delight. he opened his eyes and looked into yours. ‘god his gaze is intense.’

“perfect.” he said with a small smile.

he had a certain look to him. not skeevy, not overbearing, he just looked good. now, not in an attractive sense (although that was definitely something that was on your mind) but in a human way — something about this man and his demeanour screamed “i’m a good man with a good heart who loves deeply.”

and at the time, little did you know, but the man thought nothing less of you. he knew for certain the second he saw you: that first visit to your floral shop would not be the last.

##

by the time miguel got home, it was already 4 o’clock in the morning. to say you were upset was an understatement.

yes, you were still awake, but only a little. you lay in bed scrolling on your phone as your eyelids weigh down on themselves, your brain fighting to keep them open. the idea of making sure miguel got home safe was the only thing keeping you up. and then, you hear the familiar sound of the door unlocking, followed by the kicking of boots and the dropping of a briefcase. miguel grunts.

in this moment you are livid. your husband has come home late in the past, yes, but never this late. before you know it, you’re on your feet again, awake as ever.

“miguel?” you call out as you leave the bedroom. the more you near the front door, the more you hear him panting. you get closer, and there he is. your husband is leaning against the wall, his scrunched up face showing nothing but pain. he has a few blood stains on his shirt, his hair is a disheveled mess, and the entirety expresses a deep exhaustion.

“oh my god, miguel,” you say in a sigh, rushing to him, your heartbeat picking up with every second. you grab onto his shoulders to support him from falling. “miguel, dios mío what happened to you??” you pleaded. “y/n,” he said in an exhale, “you should be asleep, my love.”

you couldn’t believe him. first, he comes home late. second, he’s clearly injured. and third, he’s completely ignoring the fact that he is injured.

“miguel..” he refuses to look at you. he can’t. “miguel look at me.” you say sternly, your voice slightly louder than normal.

miguel is convinced that in your entire marriage, and in the whole 11 years of you two knowing each other, you never raised your voice when you don’t have to. parties? sure. calling miguel down for dinner? of course. but when you’re upset with him? never.

miguel looks up at you, breathing heavily. his eyes are worn and weak. in this moment, he feels ashamed.

“what happened, miguel?” you said in a whisper, cupping his face in your hand. “who hurt you..” your other hand reaches his chest, his quick heartbeat along with the warmth of his skin seeping through his blood stained shirt. your faces were inches away, miguel could feel your breath on his nose. he only looked at you.

“miguel, please. talk to me.”

by now you were more desperate than upset with him. all you wanted was to make sure he was okay. you and your husband aren’t the kind to keep secrets from each other. anything and everything about yourselves, the other could recite the fact in their sleep. so what happened this time? what’s been happening this week to make miguel think he had to hide and come home at ungodly hours? let alone covered in his own blood?

you reached for the buttons of his shirt and slowly undid them, and what was revealed shattered you. miguel’s chest was painted with scratches, and one big gash right across the middle. he could only look down with embarrassment. it was hard for him to know you were seeing him in this state.

the most that’d happen to him at work is a small cut on his hand that he’d play off as a paper cut, or even red eyes that he’d blame on being around too many chemicals. he was your strong husband, your miguel who never felt any pain, or showed it. him being this vulnerable infront of you made his heart clench. he never wanted you to see, to know. but this was inexcusable. he knows today is the day.

“y/n,” he said, breaking his silence. “cariño.”

he looks at you, for the first time in what felt like hours.

“i haven’t been good to you, and i know that.” he admits. “and i know that i’ve been coming home late, and dismissing your concerns when i do,” he takes your hand and gently holds it. “miguel-“ you start, but he interrupts you.

“my love, i hope you know i mean well. i only want to be good to you.” he assures you, almost begging for you to hear him out.

“i know that baby but-“ “but today is different, i know.”

you’re at a loss for words. on one hand, you’re extremely confused; where on earth is he going with this? but on the other hand, all you want is to kiss him, clean him up and go to bed.

“mi reina, i haven’t been 100% truthful with you. about my job.” he states. “i..”

miguel pauses, trying to think of the tamest way to tell you the truth without sugar coating it. “you..?” you say, getting impatient.

“i’m not just a scientist at alchemax.” he looks at your lips and back into your eyes. “what, you’re a shitty hit-man too?” you say, half joking, half serious. ‘dios bueno is going on..’ you think. “no.” he says in a sigh, “no i’m.. i’m..” “what is it miguel please..”

and then he says it.

“i’m spiderman.” he looks at you.

“you know, that guy that’s always on the news?”

“oh.. you’re.. you’re… are you serious?” you let go of him. miguel nods. he isn’t surprised, he knew this wasn’t easy information digest.

the news stories didn’t exactly show is best side either. sure, he helped people, but he’s killed people too. out of malice? no, definitely not. but for the sake of the civilians? give or take a few. and miguel knew exactly what you thought of vigilante types.

“i just wish they didn’t hurt anyone at all,” he recalled you saying one evening. “this spider guy would be a lot better in my eyes if he just saved a kitty stuck in a tree once in a while.” to which miguel would get defensive and argue that “maybe he’s doing his best not to hurt them, honey.”

it all started to make sense.

“please let me explain.”

“explain..” you say in disbelief. “oh yeah take a minute to explain this huge secret you’ve been hiding for how long?!” you exclaimed. here comes the anger once again.

“y/n, please just hear me out.”

you look at his face, and then at his wounds, and suddenly you remember who you’re yelling at.

he was stupid to lie to you. really stupid. but you love miguel, you’ve loved him since you met him that one evening in ‘89. so you cross your arms and stay quiet.

“i wanted to tell you, my love. i did. and i should’ve. but.. you just don’t understand.”

“understand what, miguel?” you ask, so quietly you’re almost certain he didn’t hear. your heart hurts.

“i kept this from you to keep you safe.” he explained, and you scoff. he can’t be serious.

“miguel-“

“i know you, cariño. i know that if you knew, you would find a way to get involved and end up getting hurt. i could lose you.” he takes a step forward and reaches out for your waist, pulling you closer. you give in.

“i’m involved regardless, miguel. i’m your wife.” you explain, desperate to show him that you care. “we’re supposed to be a team, remember?”

you’re looking up at him with teary eyes, the same eyes that miguel fell in love with years ago. miguel’s got many weaknesses with you, but your eyes have proven themselves fail proof. the way you’re looking at him makes his entire brain go fuzzy.

miguel sighs. he knows you’re right. all of a sudden, his shoulders feel 10x heavier with all the guilt he’s carrying.

“you’re..” you pause. you have to think.

“you’re spiderman,” you whisper nervously, “but you’re my miguel first.”

miguel is taken aback by this. the anger he expected, but this? he did not prepare for.

“i don’t want you to feel as if you have to hide who you are.” you gently trace the scar on his cheek. “if this is who you are,” you say, gently touching around his injuries, “i still love you miguel.”

the weight on his shoulders is lifted. he knew you loved him, but the confrontation inevitably led him to think that might not last.

he sighs, “i just don’t want to let you get hurt, my love. i could never forgive myself if i did.” he looks at you longingly.

“if i promise to stay out of it,” you grab his hand, “to stay as far away from all the danger you face..” he gives you a sorry look. “would you just trust me?”

“i love you y/n, i do trust you. you are my entire universe and more.” his usually furrowed eyebrows are softened and his heartbeat had calmed down. “and i.. i’m sorry for not telling you. for making you feel like i don’t trust you. i really do,” he leans his forehead against yours. you can feel his breath again, but this time, it’s breaths of relief.

“i forgive you, miguel.”

his eyes are deep, but you’re close enough to see that his pupils dilate at the sound of your mercy. miguel felt his body regain strength, rejuvenating itself. he leaned in to kiss you softly, so soft in fear that if he was too rough then you’d crumble away and disappear. the kiss was gentle and loving, but the feeling that lingered after was begging for more.

your eyes remain gazing at only each other and you both smile wistfully.

“whaddya say we get you cleaned up and in bed,” you say, comfortingly rubbing his shoulders. miguel chuckles.

“only if you’re gonna help me,” he said, looking at you in a way that showed he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

you jokingly roll your eyes, smiling.

“lead the way, mi héroe.”

spanish glossary :

dios mío - oh my god

dios bueno - good god

cariño - my dear, sweetie, honey

mi reina - my queen

mi héroe - my hero

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[your-local-simp-writers]

In Denial, Yet Infatuated

Word Count: 583

Warnings: None

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Miguel O'Hara, a complex and intriguing individual, had a way of keeping his emotions well-hidden. He was often difficult to read, his sharp wit and occasional biting remarks leaving you perplexed. And while you were completely unaware of his true feelings, Miguel's heart danced to its own rhythm, secretly longing for a connection he refused to acknowledge.

In the midst of a busy work day, you found yourself in Miguel's presence. His piercing gaze met yours, and a mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his lips. As he watched you from behind.

"You're so cute," Miguel blurted out, catching you off guard. You blinked, confusion flickering in your eyes. "What?" you asked, trying to comprehend his unexpected comment. Turning over to look at him, Miguel's face flushed, and he quickly composed himself, a defensive wall rising around him. "I said you look like a sack of shit, fuck you," he retorted, his tone sharper than he intended.

You frowned, hurt by his sudden change in demeanor. It was moments like these that made Miguel hard to read, his emotions hidden beneath layers of sarcasm and biting remarks. Still, a part of you couldn't help but wonder if there was more to his words than met the eye.

As the day wore on, Miguel's occasional bouts of sweetness mixed with his aloofness, leaving you even more puzzled. One minute, he would be teasing you mercilessly, and the next, he would lend a helping hand with a smile that melted your heart. It was a constant tug-of-war between his icy exterior and his warm, goofy side.

Despite his mixed signals, you found yourself drawn to him, unable to resist the enigmatic allure that surrounded Miguel. The way he swung through the city, his sharp intellect, and his relentless determination captivated your attention. There was something captivating about the complexity of his character, and you longed to understand the depths hidden beneath his sarcastic facade.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The push and pull between you and Miguel continued, each encounter leaving you with more questions than answers. Yet, there were moments when his guard would momentarily slip, and you caught glimpses of genuine affection and longing in his eyes.

It was a sunny afternoon when you found yourselves alone together, perched on a rooftop overlooking the bustling city below. The silence between you was comfortable, though tinged with unspoken words.

Miguel broke the silence, his voice softer than usual. "You know, sometimes I wonder if you see through my act," he mused, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

Your heart skipped a beat at his unexpected vulnerability. "What act?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. 

A small smile tugged at the corners of Miguel's lips, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "The act of being a complete pain in the ass," he admitted, his tone tinged with self-deprecation.

A surge of courage coursed through you, and you reached out, gently placing your hand on top of his. "You're not just a pain in the ass," you said softly. "You're also kind, intelligent, and you have a heart that I'm still trying to unravel."

Miguel's expression softened, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of surprise and something else—a glimmer of hope. "You really don't get it, do you?" he murmured, his voice barely audible.

You tilted your head, genuine confusion crossing your features. "Get what?"

His lips twitched into a half-smile, a bittersweet mixture of affection and resignation.

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[messylustt]

Ok I absolutely love the way you write-

Imagine you decide to go back to school but like online classes and Miguel would have you cock warming him. And immediately after you hit that ‘end zoom’ or ‘leave classroom video’ he’s absolutely plowing into you like a animal in heat-

distracted in class — miguel o’hara ( nsfw ). i cant do this anymore — thank you so much, my loveee.

your lips are pressed tightly together, as you pretend to nod along to what the teacher is saying. something about the economy? you aren’t sure because all you can focus on is miguel’s cock buried deep inside you. your breathing is stuttering as you try not to move your hips. god, you just wanted to move. either up and down or completely off. because cock warming him like this was too much for your poor brain to train into the lesson on your computer.

you were on miguel’s thighs, the angle of the computer cutting him off, so all appeared innocent. miguel’s mouth was twitching in a snarl to move, because god did he want to just fuck you silly. your warm little hole kept clenching around him, making his grip on your hips tighten to the point of claw marks. “come on…cariño…let me move…i need to fucking move.” his low desperate tone was right by your ear.

“i — i have to focus.” you blink a few times too many, praying the teacher won’t ask you a question. “i cant…dios…i cant.” miguel’s hips had begun to try and move up into you. but with your weight atop of him you managed to not reciprocate. “i need to fuck you, y/n.” then finally you can see the lesson wrapping up, as other collage students dropped off the line. and as your hand shifted to tap the ‘end call’ button, miguel’s grip tightened.

“stay fucking still now...” miguel growled out as he thrusted up into your dripping cunt, making a small mewl escape you.

“yeah…that’s it…gonna fuck this pretty little hole that you’ve kept me from feeling…sliding up and down my cock—carajo.” his thrusts are animalistic and feverish, as groans leave him, his hands spreading your thighs further apart as his claws dig into your flesh. his hips movements are making you slightly bounce up and down on his dick.

“you have no idea what that just did to me…” his words are harsh, as he kept you at his mercy. “hours…of being in your pussy and I couldn’t even move…that’s not gonna happen again.” obscene sounds are filling the room, as your hips meet his — still on his lap. his teeth are by your ear as he nips at the skin. “no…next time if I want to be inside you — moving — i will be…and I don’t care if you need to focus, cariño…you just gotta be good and let me move you along my cock…”

“it’s study…i…i have to pay attention.” you manage as your legs shake. “that’s okay…” he coos. “you can be my dumb little slut…actually I’d like that…” he’s breathing harder as his cock twitches. “you can stay my dumb little pet, whose pretty head is filled with me and only me as you let me feel this hole for as long…as I please.”

© messylustt.tumblr please don’t steal, copy or translate my work onto other platforms.

#. ( spidey mark ) #the miguel effect #glitter dose #miguel fucking o’hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara fic #miguel x you #miguel o’hara across the spider verse #miguel o’hara x y/n #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara one shot #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara blurb #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv smut #18+ #smut

[hobiebrownbrowser]

Breed Me

🔞No Kids Allowed🔞

Miguel O'Hara x FEM!reader

Summary: Miguel comes back after a long night shift.

Translations : "lo estás haciendo tan bien para mí." = "You're doing so well for me."

You looked back to the sound of the front door clicking open, A smile on your face as you welcomed your husband back from his night shift. You were greeted with a heavy sigh, A finger under your chin as Miguel kisses your forehead.

You returned the kiss, Your eyes peering into his as he gives you a tired loving smile.

"Had to work a double tonight." You hummed, listening to his words as you prepare the dinner table. You made sure everything was in the right place, Taking off your apron and walking towards the tired man who'd slouched down on the couch.

You sat beside him, His eyes closed as he enjoys the silence you'd had to interrupt.

"Rough night Miggy?" You gently poked his cheek, A groan making you pull back. You watched his eyes flutter open, A gasp falling from your lips as he wrapped his arm around you, Pulling you closer to his figure.

You melt into his touch, placing soft kisses all over his face, His strong arms moving you onto his lap. A sigh leaving you as his lips captured yours, desperation in his eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist.

A groan being heard as you gently pull on his bottom lip with your teeth,You usher him for more, shortly pulling away to regain the air that had been stolen from you.

A quiver escaping you as he assaults your neck in kisses. His name leaving your throat as he ripped open your shirt, tugging it off your body, His fingertips digging into your thighs as he hosts you up into the air, walking towards the bedroom.

He tossed you onto the bed, His shirt immediately stripped away as he hovered atop of you. Your hands traveled downwards, tugging at the rim of his belt, Eager for him to take the leather off.

"Patience cariño." You groaned but complied, the last bit of your clothes vanishing. He pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, Your pretty legs spread wide for him. He took in the sight, A hitched breath departing from him as he firmly grips your hips.

His head buried between your legs, Tasting every inch of you. He synced every lick with your whines, Your sweet lingering taste on the tip of his tongue, eating you out until you were left pleading for something more.

He slapped your dripping cunt, hushing you up by letting you taste yourself. His fingers slipping into you with ease, Draining every ounce of begging you had left, His voice raspy as he whispers the filthiest things in your ear, mocking how badly you wanted him.

You could feel every inch of his rough calloused fingers, how they moved in a certain rhythm to abuse that spongy part inside of you, Molding your gorgeous pussy perfectly for him.

He watched as you became undone, The flame in his eyes growing as he felt your arousal seeping down his knuckles, Your orgasm approaching as he feels you clench tightly around him.

He denied you release, your cries escalating as you beg for him to let you cum. His pants being the last clothing he'd had on, you could see how tight they were, You pulled them down once he'd unbuckled his belt. His dick pulsating in your hand, you could see feel every vein, How much pre-cum the slit of his cock oozed out.

You pushed him to the side, Your eyes still fixated on his cock. You kissed his tip, trailing the base with your tongue. Taking in his scent before engulfing what you could into your mouth, stroking the rest with the palm of your hands.

Your tongue lapping up any pre-cum that fell between your lips, Gagging every time the tip of his dick assaulted the back of your throat, Swallowing his groans once you'd found that sensitive nerve.

"Fuck...lo estás haciendo tan bien para mí." His breathy moans stirred the butterflies in your abdomen, his hips fucking into your mouth as you resist the temptation to gag. Tears streaming down your cheeks as you dig your nails into his thighs.

You were left gasping for air, your tongue hanging out as Miguel praises you, telling how well you took him. Saliva tickling down your chin as you took him back into your mouth.

The slurping sounds you produced were lewd, Miguel's eyes disappearing from your sight as you watch his chest heave heavily. He was going to cum, the anticipation killing you as you cup his balls into your hands, sending him over the edge as he quivers out your name.

Your head bobbing one last time before something thick coated every crevice of your mouth, You swallowed it all, licking the rest they fell from your lips. You propped yourself on your knees, your stance being interrupted as Miguel pulls you down.

He placed you on top of him, A moan erupting from your throat as you grind your hips along his cock. Head still in the clouds from your oral ecstasy, The sound of your cunt squelching, telling him just how eager you were.

A shiver running down your spine as you paint the base of his cock a pearl white color, A loud whimper emitting from you as the butterflies in your stomach erupted suddenly.

Your arousal drowning his cock in need, continuing to bottom him into you until you'd felt all of him, Your pussy clasping around him uncontrollably, Your back arching once he brushed over your sweet spot.

Your control overbearing as you slow down your movements, Your eyes captivated on where you both were connected, Taking your time sliding him in and out of you. Your hands resting on his chest as he fucks into you, showing signs of impatience.

You quickly pull him out, torturing the both of you as you slide back down, doing the same motion until Miguel took full control, slamming you back down on his swollen cock, His nails digging into your hips as he downgraded you.

Your nails doing the same to hi chest as he ravages your pussy, Your strength simply vanishing once he found that aching pinpoint, A shaky whimper coming from you as he switches the position.

Your hips in the air as he holds your face down against the pillows with the palm of his hand, His thumb between your lips as he ruts into you. The pace making the bubble in your stomach snapping harshly.

The sound of skin slapping skin filling the room as you cum for a second time, Your toes curling into the bedsheets as you feel his cock start to thicken. You pleaded for his cum, your legs spreading wider as you push back against him. Your grip tightening on the sheets as you were in euphoria.

Your cries breaking as he fucks into you with such roughness, the bed creaking violently below the both of you as he chases his own orgasm. His hips snapping to a halt, A lousy moan faltering from you as he fills the inside of your pussy with his semen. His hips jolting once more as you purposely clench around him, Grinding on his cock.

You felt full, Your whines turning into screams as he plunges back into you, Holding you down and using you the way he wanted.

Saliva drenched the pillowcases below you, Your vision blurry as you were completely worn out. Your head snapping back as he weighed his body atop of yours, The headboard of the bed banging against the wall as he used you the way he pleased.

Groans traversing through your ears as he rubs your clitoris, Every ounce of you detaching from reality as he fucks you senseless, His hand wrapped around your neck as he whispers in your ear.

"Such a good slut." You whined as you melted in his grasp, his voice going straight down towards your overstimulated cunt. His cock swelling inside of you again, aching a third orgasm out of you as he assaulted your desired spot once more.

Your mouth agape as you coat his cock for a third time. His thrusts becoming inhuman as he floods your insides with his cum, the thick substance dripping down your thighs as he pulls out only to thrust back in, hearing your pussy squelch with every drop of his thick semen inside of you.

His hands firmly cupped your ass, Placing a kiss on your nape as he lowers his head next to your ear.

"You can take a few more rounds right baby?"

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[red-crocs17]

#digital drawing #digital aritst #drawing #fyp #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #fanart #atsv fanart #atsv #miguel fucking o’hara #miguel fanart #fyppage

[yourcharateraigirly]

What is up with Character AI right now: what do you mean I have to wait 58 minutes so I can rizz up my 9th Miguel O’Hara bot?

#frustrated #why do this to me #i need sleep #I’ve literally been going in and out of the site for two hours #miguel fucking o’hara #isnt he just so dreamy #character ai #char ai #im so normal

[frools]

finally drew him !!!

also i can totally see miguel as a model asdkjafhashjkfsa

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[shokuto]

Gwen didn’t not tell Miles about the canon event because she didn’t care, she didn’t tell him because she thought he’d die trying to stop it. It’s explicitly why she tried to stop him from changing Pav’s canon, why she freaked out when the rubble fell on him, and why she’s more dissident against Miguel after. Like the point with her is she buys into Miguel’s agenda of being powerless against the narrative until Miles averts it in front of her and inspires her to believe in the impossible

#But yall talk about her like she just didn’t give a fuck #Like she didn’t think about him after ITSV #Like she didn’t risk the multiverse to spend an afternoon with him #Like she didn’t assemble a rescue team for him #And like she wasn’t latching onto the only stability she’d get that came in the form of two grownups— #—who’d remind her she had nowhere to go if she didn’t do as they said #Yall miss out on some complex characters villainizing female ones who make mistakes #spiderman #atsv spoilers #across the spiderverse #spider gwen #gwen stacy #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099