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angel-eyes05 · 11 months

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to leave the warmest bed i've ever known

pairing: spiderwoman!reader x miguel o’hara

summary: after miguel’s fight with miles, you confront him in his office

warnings: this whole thing is basically one big argument there’s SO much angst, implied suicide attempt, HUGE ATSV SPOILERS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE, im projecting a little in some parts of this ngl (i cried writing a certain section of this, you'll know it when you read it lmao), mentions and descriptions of blood, gore, and death

word count: 4.1k

notes: i watched the movie yesterday…and miguel is on my mind. but i remember reading this namor x reader fanfic after i watched wakanda forever of a similar idea to this and i loved it so this is HEAVILY inspired by that fic, but just make it miguel. i would link it but ngl that was so long ago and i dont remember the author. if i end up finding it again ill put it here. also, just pretend miguel has been doing this whole spider society thing for a couple of years at least, it just needs to work like that for this ik its probably not canon but just roll with it lmao. and yes the title is a taylor swift lyric im so glad you noticed (im so sorry she's in my brain rn with the eras tour)

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The anger boiled up inside your chest as you stormed your way across the lobby. Hundreds of different Spider-Man variants were scattered across the area, some more injured than the others. It sickened you sometimes. How he had so many people under his grasp and just decided to throw some of them at the walls sometimes, not caring how hard they hit the floor because they were all just ammo to him. How despite his denials of it, that’s probably what your role was to him as well. Nothing more than a bullet in his massive machine gun.

You normally tried not to think about it, how his determination towards his goal sometimes meant lack of care for others. But this time he had just gone too far. You always had a soft spot for Miles, watching closely on him whenever Miguel would let you go though scanners of all the different variants. You admired his struggle, but eventual success to taking up the previous Peter’s mantle, and always hated how Miguel talked about him. You knew there was no way Miles could’ve asked for any of this. For the pressures and struggles of being a Spider-Man, for everything causing such a strained relationship with his parents, for the death of his uncle, and for what will be the eventual death of his father. You definitely didn’t.

Ok lets do this one last time. Eh, whatever, there’s probably gonna be 50 other introductions after this one so it doesn’t really matter.

Being Earth-837’s Spider-Man has never been easy. Especially since you were bit when you were only 13 (another reason you sympathized with Miles and Gwen). Your life had followed the order of canon events to a perfect T, your older brother killed in a fight with a robber only two months after you were bit. You tried to overcome the burden of your powers by trying to live as normal of a teenage life as possible, but it was mostly in vain, having to give up multiple friendships and relationships in fear of those you love getting hurt. This was only elevated when your boyfriend Peter was murdered in the crossfire of an encounter with Doc Ock. You didn’t understand. You couldn’t. What you had done to deserve all of this. All you did was just be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You wonder sometimes what would happen if someone was in the same place you were when you got bit. If someone else went to the closed down area of that museum and ran into that spider. That stupid spider that ruined your life. Those thoughts slowly started to disappear for a bit. For a few years things were easy. Things seemed like they were finally going in your favor.

You were 25 when it happened. The last canon event. Ever since you were a little girl you hated your mother’s job. Losing nights of sleep over if she would come home or not. She always did though. She was good at her job. Too good though. Good enough to get promoted to police captain, which for who you were, was basically sealing her fate. She saved so many people that day. You were too busy fighting Venom to notice how much collateral damage you were causing in the process. Your mother’s job was to evacuate all the citizens away from the fight. She died shielding a child from incoming debris. A noble way to go. But god was it gruesome. You found her after the fight was over, two metal poles impaling her. One through her stomach and one straight through her face, pools of blood growing bigger below her as she was left there, all the paramedics busy trying to save the heavily injured. You froze when you finally recognized her, unable to at first due to how mutilated her face was from the pole. Suddenly, you were transported back to being a six year old, falling asleep outside the door to your mother’s bedroom so you would know exactly when she would come home. Purposefully falling asleep in her arms so that she couldn’t go anywhere.

When you used the key she had given you to get into her apartment that night, and you slept in her room, desperate to intake anything left of her before she was fully gone. You doused yourself in her perfume so it still felt like she was standing right behind you. You had always loved her smell. The smell of vanilla, curl product, and fancy perfume. They were attached to memories you had of her. Trying on her heels when you were a kid to try and be fancy like her. Smelling her hair in the morning before school to comfort you before she left for work. Despite all of this bringing you comfort, all it really did was cause further denial in your heart. That one day you were gonna hear the keys clacking in the keyhole to your apartment one more time. That’s all you really wanted. You would give everything up in a heartbeat just to hear her police scanner go off one last time. But it wasn’t going to. And it was your fault. Deep down you knew it was. You should’ve done a better job controlling the debris. You had always been a messy fighter, but you didn’t know it was going to mean anything until it was too late.

How you got up to the top of that building is still a blur to you to this day. But next thing you know, you were looking at the New York City skyline from the very top of the Empire State Building. And at the very edge too. You heard some sounds behind you, but you just decided it was the wind howling from how high up you were. You were just so tired. Everything and everyone you loved was cursed all because of you. And with your mother as the most recent victim, you decided you finally had enough. You took a deep breath, eyes overflowed with water, as you set your foot forward.

Your plummet was interrupted by a sudden contact you felt to your forearm. Shock filled your body as you turned around to look at what had stopped your attempt. The blue hand was massive, nearly wrapping back around onto itself as it held onto you for dear life. You finally looked up at face that the hand belonged to. The mask that covered the massive figure was a strange one. Blue with strange red silhouettes for the eyes. It kind of reminded you of…your own costume? That couldn’t be though there was no way. This must be the afterlife or something. You already jumped and that's why you didn’t remember your way up to the top. This was some kind of creature trying to stop you from jumping down to hell below. His breaths were heavy and loud, almost like he was desperate to stop you. This convinced you that this was real, which caused you to try to escape from his grip. He was stronger than you, and was putting up a huge fight. You were slick though. Once you were out of his hand, you closed your eyes and quickly made your jump. Everything flashed before your eyes. Your brother, Peter, your mom. You were hoping to see them soon. This was very quickly interrupted again when you suddenly stopped falling. Something had attached itself to your stomach. You opened your eyes. A web? This web was much different than yours though. It was glowing a bright, neon orange.

The man was holding onto the end of it tightly with both hands. His mask then disappeared to show his face. His was long, matching how big the rest of his body was, defined cheek bones sticking out. Brown wavy hair slicked back with a few loose strands flying out in the wind. The look of desperation on his face stook out most of all. Why did he care so much? He didn’t know you, and you definitely didn’t know him. “Let me pull you up. Please,” he said to you between shaky pants. You stared at him for a bit before nodding. He slowly pulled you up with the string of his web, each move more careful than the last. As soon as your feet were planted safely back on the roof of the building, he wrapped you up in his massive arms. You appreciated the gesture, but you didn’t return it, still very confused about why he was so concerned. He was so big around your body though, you couldn’t help but feel a little comforted, feeling his still shaky breaths against the hairs of your neck. Soon after, he clicked on some buttons on his neon orange watch and led you into a portal.

The rest is history. You’re grateful he found you that day. It allowed you to meet so many people, Peter B., Jess, Gwen, Hobie, Ben, Pavitr, Margo. They all related to you and you felt like you could share things with them that you couldn’t do with anyone else. You had grown especially close to Peter and Jess, both of them having been in the game for a long time, just like you. They both knew how you felt, having lost so much and growing so tired after so many years. Peter even named you as Mayday’s godmother when she was born, a gesture that caused you to nearly kill him with your hug. Miguel though was different. He wasn’t nearly as social as the rest of your friends, but you found yourself having much more intimate moments with him (in more ways then one). You eventually found out why Miguel was so concerned for you the day you met. He had taken interest in your abilities early into looking for variants for his little “project”, but refrained from roping you into something so dangerous while you were still in your teens.

Once you were old enough though, he started paying more and more attention, hoping to catch you in a fight and recruit you then. But he was always pulled away with more important duties to attend to. That was until he witnessed your canon event. He had seen it happen so many times before through his scanners. It was going to happen. It had to in order for your universe to not collapse in on itself. But for some reason, yours hurt more than the rest to him. Especially how you coped with it. Seeing you wrap yourself up in her blankets and clothes broke his heart. He knew where this would lead to. That’s why he was there that day. To save you. He had to, or he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. You got your own watch immediately, along with your own room in the Spider Society headquarters. He stayed close with you for the first month of you being a member of the team. When he wasn’t out on missions, he was with you. You didn’t really know what to label you two as, but whatever was going on, you liked it. And he did too.

That is until Miles came into the picture. Once Miles was bit, all hell broke loose for Miguel. He was always in some alternate dimension catching some Spider-Man villain who got out and rangled them back over here, falling back over to you more beat up and bruised than the last time. You couldn’t imagine how much stress he was under, the fate of the entire multiverse up to him. You had some ways of helping him relieve his stress, but you wish you could convince him that he wasn’t alone in this. But nothing ever got through to him. He had become distant, aloof even. You tried bringing it up to Jess every so often, but she would just brush it off.

“That’s how he’s always been.” Not to you he hasn’t. This week has been hell though. With Spot making it over to Miles, Miguel had been going into rages all week. You had put up with it for now, but that was all about to stop. Watching how harsh he was being on Miles, throwing so many Spider-Men at an innocent boy, risking all of their lives in the process. Disregarding everything Gwen and Peter were feeling and then throwing Gwen back into her broken world with nothing. He had gone too far. No one else was going to stand up to him about it, so you knew it had to be you. Maybe he would listen, maybe he wouldn’t. It didn’t really matter. He just needed to hear it.

“It’s not worth it you know.” The voice snapped you out of your thoughts, stopping you in your tracks. “You know how stubborn he gets over these things,” said Jess, trying to convince you to save your breath. “I don’t care. I have to at least try,” you responded, monotonically. “I just don’t understand how you can follow him so blindly and not see what he’s doing is wrong.” “Because he isn’t wrong. I don’t know about you, but I’m not just gonna stand by and let some kid’s stupid decisions destroy another Earth,” Jess argued. “He’s just trying to save his dad, I can’t understand how that makes him such a bad person,” you said, finally turning around to face her, shocked when she was closer to you than expected.

“You know exactly why. Don’t be so naive, y/n,” she shot back. “You can’t stop me,” you said staring straight into her. She shrugged. “Then I can’t help you.” She began to walk away. You did to, until you heard her say. “You don’t know how much he cares for you.” You turned around to face her again, but her back was still to you, her head tilted ever so slightly to look at you. “If you really do care for the kid, watch what you say to Miguel right now. Cause you might just give him the final push he needs to do what needs to be done.” You didn’t give her a response, and just simply kept walking. You felt Jess’ eyes on your back as you entered the elevator to get up to Miguel’s office.

The elevator ride up felt longer than it should’ve, as you tried to gather all of your thoughts and emotions together so even if he didn’t listen, your words would still stick with him in some way. You didn’t necessarily want to hurt him (though your fists were telling you otherwise), but you did want him to be aware of what he’s done. Once the doors finally opened, all of that work flew out the window as rage took over your body again, seeing Miguel up there looking at the scanners. The fact that he looked just as normal as he always does made you furious. It’s like nothing happened.

“You know, I could hear you coming in from the lobby,” he said, almost stopping you in your tracks. You hated when he did that. Claiming that he knew what your every move was going to be. Like you were under his control or something. “Yeah, well then you must’ve heard me talking to Jess, which means you know exactly what this is about,” you shot back, stopping to where you could see him perched up there. “Why don’t you just save me the conversation about morality and just come up here and kick my ass already. It’ll save both of us time,” he said, not even taking his eyes off the scanners to look down at you. This only added to your fury. “That’s not what I’m here for Miguel, so don’t you dare try to twist my words here. What you did to that kid was fucked up and you know it.” “Oh yeah, then why didn’t you try to do anything to stop me?” he questioned.

“Because I’m not stupid Miguel. I’m not gonna try to take down hundreds of Spider-Men at once.” “Oh, cause you’re so much better than that?” This wasn’t like him at all. That gentle, kind, and caring Miguel you once knew was gone, taken over by some sort of personal vendetta he had against Miles. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but this all needs to stop before it gets taken too far. You’re getting into a fight you can’t win. That kid��s strong and so are his allies. And if you go any further into this, I won’t be here to help you.” He stayed still and only turned his head to look at you. “And what makes you think that you’re so important to my plan that it’ll fall apart if you leave? Have you really become that pretentious?”

Your body froze. Have I really? No no no, that’s exactly what he wants. If you begin to doubt yourself now, you’ll stay and nothing will change. You knew you were right. He was trying to crumble you down, but you wouldn’t let that happen. “And you really think that one kid is going to ruin something that you’ve been working for for years? How insecure you’ve become.” “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, turning back away from you. You did the same, wiping off your face in anger. “I hate it when you do tha-,” you said as you turned back around, but were cut off to find Miguel standing there right in front of you. He was close. Too close to your liking, although in any other circumstance you would’ve found this attractive.

He tilted his head up, but his eyes were down staring daggers into yours. You hated how much he tried to make himself seem more superior to you. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he repeated, this time slower as if you were a child. “He’s just a kid Miguel,” you said in a low, quiet voice. “An anomaly. And a dangerous one at that.” “God Miguel, all he wants to do is protect his dad, do you know how insane you sound right now?” you said letting out a slight laugh when you finished. You backed away from him a little. “He doesn’t know how much damage he’ll do with this. Saving his father will only prolong the inevitable. His world will be gone within hours if he does this. All I’m trying to do is make him understand,” he tried to explain. “By trying to kill him.” “You always have to exaggerate the situation,” he said palming his face. “But that’s essentially what you’re trying to do isn’t it? Why not snuff out the problem entirely by taking him out!”

He signed and began to walk away while you were talking, bringing up your anger even more. “Yeah, use all the power you’ve accumulated over the years and just take out the small problem! Except this isn’t just a fly on the wall Miguel. This is a child! An innocent boy who didn’t ask for any of this to happen to him, just like how we didn’t. I get it, I’m sorry that this job is stressful, I really am. But that gives you zero right to act the way you are!” You were screaming at him at this point. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want your emotions to get the best of you. But he was being too stubborn. This was the only way you thought you could get to him. You might not have wanted to, but you needed to hurt him now. It was the only way.

“You can’t be so power blind that you refused to accept the fact that there could be a way around Captain Davis’ death. You said we saved Earth’s before, I’m sure we could do it again.” Your anger only kept rising when he kept walking away and didn’t respond. “This is a personal thing isn’t it?” you asked calmly. You knew it was working now when he stopped walking. “Yeah, it it. You won’t let Miles get his happy ending. Because why should he be pardoned of his burden while the rest of us have suffered so much. While you’ve suffered so much.” The answer to your question was confirmed when Miguel stayed silent. “Just because you didn’t get the life you wanted Miguel, doesn’t mean you have the right to stop other people from getting theirs.”

You knew you overstepped the line when Miguel turned around and started walking towards you, fury burning in his crimson eyes. “Yeah, so what! What if that is what this is all about! You should know better than anyone how much this job takes away from you!” he screamed at you, backing you up into a wall. “Why should he get to be let off so easily, while people like you and me have to suffer so much? Don’t try to turn me into the villain here when I know you’re thinking the exact same thing, y/n.” He wasn’t entirely wrong. You had wondered it at some points. “I won’t let you turn this onto me Miguel, this is about you,” you fired back. “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easily. I know you’re thinking it. And you’re right. Why should Miles get let off so easily when you’ve lost so much.” He held your hands in his, trying to connect to you. “And you have mi vida. You’ve had so much taken from you and it’s unfair. Why should he only have lost one person when you’ve had three taken from you. Your brother, Peter, your moth-.”

He was cut off by your hand striking against his face in a harsh blow. “If you’re smart, and I know you are, you’ll keep those three out of them. I won’t let you drag their names through the dirt for something as stupid as this.” You both stood there for a while, both of your eyes looking towards the ground, hoping it would open up to swallow you both as an escape from this god awful conversation. You never wanted it to come to this. In all honesty, you cared for Miguel. You might’ve even loved him, if you were even capable of doing such a thing. You hoped he felt the same way about you, but in a job like this, he always had at least one wall up around you. It just wasn’t worth it anymore. You were too tired to keep trying for something that was most likely going to fall apart in the end.

“You’re still going after him aren’t you?” you asked, finally breaking the silence. Miguel looked back up at you. “You can’t ask me not to. You know better than anyone why this is so important to me.” He moved his hand up to cup your cheek and kissed your forehead gently. You let it sit there for a minute out of habit before pushing it off your face. “And you must know why I can’t stay anymore then.” His shoulders dropped. “Whatever this thing between us is. It’s over. I can’t stay beside someone who can’t see what he’s doing is wrong.” Miguel’s dropped hand turned into a fist of anger. “Fine,” he spat in your face. “I don’t need someone like you in my way. You’re just a liability to this anyways.” He began to walk away from you back to his scanners. “Just don’t come crying back over to me when your little plan doesn’t work out, cause I won’t help you.” He used his webs to pull himself back up to the platform to keep looking for Miles. You stood there for a second, gathering yourself.

Five years. Out the door just like that. It bewildered you how easily a bond like you two had could be broken all because of one teenager. You began to make your way for the door before you said. “When this is all over…don’t try to find me.” He didn’t respond. Once the elevator doors opened, you rushed inside, desperate to get away from him. So many thoughts rushed through your head as the doors closed and you sunk down back to the lobby to leave. You didn’t have much of a plan. This could end up being a horrible idea. Your gut told you it was the right thing to do though. And that was enough for you. You walked out of the headquarters lobby with a new heart and a new mind, ready to take action for your new plan.

First though, you had to find Gwen.

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a/n: god that took longer than it should've. dw dw i'll do a part 2 if enough people ask for one. im not 100% sure how im gonna do a part 2 cause yk....idk how beyond the spiderverse is gonna go so tbh, we're just gonna make it go the way i want lmao. thanks for reading, ik this was kind of a long one lmao

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exhaslo · 5 months

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Hello! I really enjoy the last post you wrote involving the alternative outcome of Villain!Miguel x Hero![Reader]. I have another fun idea and it may be a little META.

Since there are a ton of Spider-Man 2099/Miguel O’Hara fics circulating around the internet…

How about a request with Spider!Fem![Reader] who secretly reads fanfics and smut fics she found from different universes in the multiverse? Let's say the [Reader] was reading fics involving her boss and the leader of the Spider Society, Miguel O’Hara since she is completely DOWN BAD for him. Then one day, she’s reading some smut involving Miguel and he catches her doing so.

He’ll probably tease her about it and things would escalate to something hot and spicy between the two Spiders.

- @club-danger-zone

*Looks around* Shall we break some cannon events? RIP SORRY FOR BEING CRINGE BUT LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOO

Warning: Minors DNI, Smut, teasing, size kink, dirty talk

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This was getting bad. You needed to learn some self control. You kept telling yourself that, but it was difficult. You had a big problem that involved your fellow Spider, the boss man, the big bad leader of the Spider Society: Miguel O'Hara.

You were head over heels for the man. He was the definition of FINE. Honestly, you never even knew that such a Spiderman existed. You, yourself, was a Spider-Woman. Like everyone else, you had your story and your life. The only thing you didn't have compared to the others was a person who loved you.

No Mary-Jane.

No Gwen Stacy.

Hell, no Peter Parker.

You were your own variant. It frustrated you. So, when Miguel brought you along to the Spider Society, you ended up simping hard for him. You had so many wet dreams about him. So many nights with whatever sex toy you had in your closet. It was getting really bad. You needed to get laid or find something to entertain you.

"Heeeeey, (Y/N), guess what I stumbled upon," Lyla appeared before you.

You had just entered one of the guest rooms that some of the Spiders used to crash for the night. You turned towards the AI, taking off your suit.

"That you found or Miguel?"

"Me! Miguel would probably shut this down if he found out," Lyla said with a grin, sending you something.

You were suspicious, but checked your mail anyway. You were very close to Miguel, in his inner circle, so you had access to Lyla. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you saw the file before you. Lyla just appeared before with with a confident grin.

"That word doesn't have a real Spiderman. Apparently the Miguel there is in a movie. Soooooo, there are soooooo many stories involving him. You're going to enjoy the smut~"

"I-I can't," You said as you opened the first website, "You are a horrible influence. I will not read these!"

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"Oh my god, keep going," You whispered as you clicked on the next chapter.

Your cheeks were bright red as a wide smile engulfed your face. You were enjoying all of this smut far more than you would like to admit. Hell, it made those dreams of yours even more vivid. While it did not help with your raging crush, it did get your mind off of currently wanting to fuck your boss.

"Yes!" You squealed in joy.

"Someone is in good mood." Miguel said as he walked by, "You've been focused on your watch for the past week. What could you be reading from another universe?" He asked.

Your face paled as you quickly hid your watch. Miguel would never talk to you again if he knew. Hell, he might kick you out of the Spider Society for conflict of interest. That was the last thing you wanted.

"(Y/N)?" Miguel questioned.

Miguel could sense your nervousness. His senses were higher than everyone's. Sighing softly, Miguel motioned you to follow him to his office. He had originally approached you for another reason. He could never ask you about it though. Once the two of you were alone, Miguel looked at his watch and started to type away.

"Let's see...(Y/n)'s watch."

"W-Wait! Miguel, before you do-"

"Oh-" Miguel immediately made eye contact with you, "I didn't even know there was a world like this. Very specific."

"I-I'm sorry! I was just curious and you know...The stories were just so good-"

"His tongue swirled around your clit?" Miguel's grin widen towards your flustered cheeks, "The sheer size of his dick made you feel full?"

"M-Miguel...Y-You d-don't-" You bit your lower lip, feeling your body warm up as he read the story.

"I never knew you were into all this smut, and about me none the less. That explains why you smelled extra sweet this past week," Miguel muttered the last part, watching you, "You know (Y/N), you don't need to read these."

You glanced towards Miguel, watching him approach you. Your heart was racing as his body pressed against yours, pinning you to the wall. You could feel his hot breathe. This wasn't what you were expecting. He was teasing you for reading porn about him!

"I could have helped you instead," Miguel whispered in your ear. You stared right into his lustful eyes,

"So...I'm not in trouble?" Your voice was low as you leaned closer to him. Miguel chuckled lowly, his thumb pulling against your bottom lip,

"Do you want to be?"

"Depends on the punishment," You felt dazed as you leaned towards Miguel's lips.

"Read the story to me," Miguel whispered as he licked your lips before pulling away.

You whimpered lowly, your body craving him. Why did he have to do this to you? Miguel was just so tempting. You were folding hard. Without hesitating you pulled the story up and you started to read the story.

"His hands gently stroked down y-your waist," Your breathing shuddered as Miguel's hands started to do as you read. "H-His hips g-grind-"

"What's wrong? Can't even read me a story?" Miguel chuckled lowly as you watched you melt under him.

"H-His d-dick-" You gasped lowly as Miguel started to grind his hips against yours.

You whimpered quietly as you felt your panties get damper and damper. Miguel's face was so close to yours. Miguel brought his lips to your neck as he held your hips closer. His fingers rubbing circles around your hips.

"What about my dick?" Miguel chuckled as he felt you trembled, "Such a naughty girl, reading such things about me. All you had to do was ask,"

Miguel slowly undid the bottom of your suit, exposing your soaked and desperate cunt. He lifted you onto his desk, demanding that you kept reading. Much to his amusement, you did. Miguel resisted a groan as he took his dick out, rubbing it against your folds. Your moans were so sweet.

"M-Miguel s-started....s-started to...to e-enter-" You stuttered, trying to focus on reading, but was getting distracted. You whimpered a moan as Miguel started to push his tip inside you.

"You're sucking me in so well, you've been wanting this for how long now?" Miguel held your waist, sliding his cock deeper into you, "I could have made you feel good so much sooner. Were you that oblivious to my gestures?"

You cried softly as you focused on Miguel's thick length stretching your walls out. Your back rested against his desk, muffling moans as you squeezed against him.

"I-I guess so?" You told him. Miguel scoffed lowly before thrusting into you, "Ah~ W-Wait~"

"After making me wait so long? After masking my office with your sweet scent so many times? Amor (love), I've waited long enough and so have you."

You cried out a series of moans as Miguel started to slap himself into you. His dick making itself at home within your pussy. It felt so right. Felt so much better than you doing it yourself at home. You wrapped your legs around Miguel's waist, wanting to get closer to him.

"Who do you think gave Lyla access to those stories?" Miguel chuckled as you cam against his dick, "I grew tired of waiting and wanted to give you a little push."

"H-Hah~ Mhm~ C-Can...C-Can we do what some of those stories did then?" You begged. Miguel raised a brow as he pinched your clit, watching you squirm,

"That and more. My naughty girl needs to be punished first."

You moaned to his wishes, having him use you for his pleasure. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes, feeling your body grow hot again. With a grunt and a deep thrust, Miguel cam inside you. You shivered from the feeling, crying out his name.

"That's right. Now you're being a good girl," Miguel panted softly, soaking in the state you were in, "As much as I would love to continue, I have some reports to do. Why don't you pick your favorite story and we'll continue this tonight?"

"Mhm," You nodded towards his request, watching Miguel fix himself.

Miguel smiled before stealing a kiss from you before leaving. You nearly squealed as you fixed yourself up. Looking through all your saved stories, you felt a new fire light up inside you.

"Ohhhhh, I'm getting wrecked tonight~!"

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Haha, hope you enjoyed this!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse

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lucywrites02 · 9 months

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The game of cat and spider Chapter 1

Main masterlist ♡ Miguel O'hara masterlist ♡ The game of cat and spider Masterlist ♡ AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

A/n: And here I am with my first Miguel fanfic! I can't say how many chapters this story will have because I am still in the middle of planning out this fic. I hope you enjoy it! I am looking forward to reading your feedback :3 I will try my best and update every week

Pairing: Miguel o'hara x black cat! Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: mention on a wound and blood. There are probably some mistakes since I didn't proofread ups..

Series Summary: You are a criminal and he's a hero. You don't know each other's names, never seen the person behind the mask. You aren't enemies- you are supposed to be but that didn't work out quite well. You liked each other a bit too much, but your relationship was strictly…. Professional? What happens if you meet as normal people, with no masks and responsibilities in your way? What did the universe plan for you? And most importantly…. Will it last?

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"Here, kitty kitty." The spider-man called, chasing the town's most famous thief- the black cat. You were proud of this title- most wanted criminal in Nueva York. You worked hard to earn that and no person was gonna take that away from you. Especially not a grown us man playing dress-up at night.

It stopped raining hours ago, but the streets were still wet and slippery which meant you had to be really careful. It would be incredibly embarrassing to land on your ass and get your suit wet in front of the town's favourite superhero. Even though it was still summer, the nights got really cold sometimes. Like now. Your suit wasn't made for this kind of weather and if you weren't running you would surely be shivering. The raindrops on windows and the ground reflected the street lights, creating a cozy atmosphere. It was one of the most silent parts of the city- there weren't many cars driving at this hour and people who lived there were already asleep. A typical upper class corner. It was unusual for a metropole like Nueva York to be this quiet, that's why you liked 'working' in this neighbourhood. It was quiet. Almost relaxing. You would probably appreciate your surroundings more if it wasn't for the man in a latex bodysuit running after you.

His costume was soaked after you pushed him into the pool in someone's garden as you were fighting him off of you. The droplets made him shine a little when the light hit him at the right angle.

At first Miguel treated you like any other criminal- you were an obstacle that had to be removed- but you escaped him every damn time. O'hara was beyond furious the first few times it happened. And your flirty comments and constant teasing didn't help at all. That's why he was surprised when he noticed that he started doing that, too at some point. Chasing you became more of a hobby than responsibility and even though Miguel would never say that out loud, he kinda enjoyed it. It's been almost a year since the two of you started that little game of cat and spider and it would be a lie if Miguel said you were an enemy. You were more of a…. Miguel wasn't entirely sure what your relationship was, but you definitely didn't hate each other and even though it's Spider-man's job to capture you, he didn't actually want to do it. But you didn't have to know about that.

"Just give me the necklace back and we can call it a day." The man sighed, pretending to be irritated as you kept running away. The black cat made spider-man's job fun, but the man would never admit it. The 'fights' with you- if Miguel could even call them fights- were different. You were no villain that wanted to take over the town. Neither were you ever going to kill him just because he's spider-man. That's why Miguel actually kinda enjoyed those 'fights'. You were just a thief- a very skillful one, but still. The black cat had a sense of humour that no other person had and Miguel yearned for those interactions. It probably wasn't very hero-like to enjoy talking with a criminal, but O'hara wasn't an ordinary hero. He didn't like doing things by the 'superhero handbook'.

"Ask nicely and maybe I will" you chuckled, climbing over a wired fence. You were distracted by the man and didn't observe your surroundings well. That's why you hissed in pain as one of the wires that was standing out cut the skin on your tight, tearing your suit as well. You had to keep running, but the pain in your leg was slowing you down.

You gasped as you felt strong arms holding your shoulders from behind. Your back collided with Spider-man's broad chest. It made your head spin. Or was it because of the pain?

"Give it back, pretty please." The masked man whispered into your ear. "You will hurt yourself more if you keep running" his deep voice made shivers run down your spine.

"Pff, do you think I'm stupid?" You chuckled, turning your head to the left to get a better look at the masked man. "I worked two weeks to get this, you're not taking it away from me." You heard the spider-man sigh heavily. Your heartbeat quickened its pace and you begged it to stop. Having him touch you so firm, but yet so gentle made your knees buckle and you had enough.

For a moment your eyes met- at least that's what you thought since you couldn't really see his eyes- and you almost melted against his chest. That's when you decided it was too much and that your heart was crossing a line- how dared it make you feel weak and vulnerable?! You kicked the man's leg, taking him by surprise and fled. You heard some Spanish curses thrown your way and giggled. You run, ignoring the stinging sensation and manage to actually lose the hero. Enough adventures for one night.

You patted yourself on the shoulder for a job well done and headed back home. You arrived at an alley behind your apartment complex- that's where you hid a backpack with a simple hoodie and sweatpants. It would be weird if you entered the building as the black cat. You liked risks, but you would never compromise your private life. It was important to keep your secret identity a secret- that was the whole point of the word 'secret'. The neighbours wouldn't be happy to know you're a criminal- they already complained that your cat runs around the apartment complex unsupervised as if that was their biggest concern.

And it wasn't like you were really a criminal! Well, technically you were- stealing is a crime- but it's not like you were doing that for selfish reasons! You almost never keep the money from your heists to yourself. In the eye of the public you are an honourable person- an angel that supports charities, animal shelters and orphanages. They never ask where the money came from- they are simply happy they are getting some support. You still did some petry crime sometimes. Like that one time when some business guy was being rude to a waitress so you stole his wallet. Or that one time where you broke into the house of your best friend's ex boyfriend and stole his watch collection because he cheated on her. The point was that you only stole from bad people. And as everyone knows stealing from the rich is not a crime.

That spider-man guy didn't know about it, of course. You never told him why you are stealing and he didn't really have to know. It was fun to be chased by him- at the very beginning of your journey as the black cat you would always get an adrenaline kick from your robberies. But after a while it wasn't as thrilling anymore… you have gotten too good at cracking safes open and hacking security systems. It became so monotonous and simply not exciting. And then the spider-man came. The masked man made your 'side job' fun again. You got to steal from the rich, give to the poor and get chased by a charismatic hero in a tight latex costume. You never knew when he would appear, meaning you always had to be on your toes. But when he finally showed up, oh boy was it fun. You were worried at first, thinking he was capable enough to capture you, but thankfully you were wrong. The masked man was capable, of course, but not enough to get you. He was definitely a challenge and that's why you were determined to never get caught by him. You were sure that at some point he started enjoying those interactions, too.

You swore under your breath, looking for the keys to your apartment's door in the pockets of your hello kitty themed backpack. The blood coming from your tight soaked into the grey sweatpants you wore over your suit and if one of your nosy neighbours saw you like that you would never hear the end of it. And if they saw the shiny necklace in your bag they would bombard you with questions and gossip about it later. Finally after what felt like eternity you found the keys and with a relieved smile you opened the door. You could still feel his touch on your body…

You were greeted by the loud meowing of your beloved cat, Migsy.

"Yeah, I missed you too, baby" You chuckled, gently patting her head. "I will give you all my love when I patch myself up." You sighed heavily and headed to the bathroom. Your apartment wasn't really big- you had a bathroom, kitchen, living room and a bedroom with a little balcony attached to it. It was enough for you. Determined to make this house a home you spent hours painting the murals on your walls and decorating them with your art and photos. People loved spending time in your apartment- it was so green and fresh because of all the plants scattered across the floor. You always took good care of them and even gave them names. It might have been childish, but it made you happy and that was the only thing that mattered.

You would love nothing but to collapse on your green bubble couch and watch some shitty TV, but you had to take care of yourself first. There was no one else who could do that for you.

The rest of your night was filled with frustrated sobs as you stitched yourself up and the sound of music playing in the background that you put on to calm your nerves. The music didn't help though and you were still a nervous mess. Your head was filled with many thoughts about the man behind the spider-man mask. This little game the two of you played was getting dangerous. You realised it one night after you dreamed about kissing him- you told yourself it was nothing more than a silly crush to make yourself feel better. The man was very attractive after all. At least his body was because you have never seen his face. And that was another one of your problems- you yearned to know who he was behind the mast. Were his eyes brown or green? Did he have dimples when he smiled? Would his lips feel good against yours?

"Meow!" Migsy's cry snapped you out of your daydream.

"Oh, yeah, sorry baby," you apologised, quickly bandaging your wound. "I'm all yours now." You gave your furry roommate a gentle smile and picked her up. "It's time for us to sleep, don't you think?" You talked to the cat and she looked at you with her pretty yellow eyes.

You laid down on your bed, hugging the animal closer you your chest and her soft purring made you relax into the cold pillow.

You fell asleep, hoping that the Spider-man won't visit you in your dreams this time.

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flamingo-writes · 10 months

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hello >-<

so i have this idea

hobie is a punk musician right? what if he kinda like this artist (their work and all) but the artist is a anon so he got no idea who it was but he knows their art style by heart

he would go to art galleries that will feature the artist

he would even go to the extent of buying a print or two

he would also ask for a commission from the artist

but he would do all of it in incognito (he’s like an idol idoling his idol from the fake acc to ask for comms to disguises just to go to the gallery)

little did he know his fav artist/reader is also a big fan of his band

how would they meet??

(sorry if it’s to long or kinda hard to understand, thank youuu have a wonderful day)

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You have no idea how much I loved this. I kinda projected myself (like I’ve honestly been in all of my hobie fanfics, but bcs I too, am a punk and do art occasionally) my eco-punk tendencies keep showing, and I’m honestly not gonna stop anytime soon (as you can tell from the constant mention of plants in my writing). This took me forever but I’ve been hella busy 😭

I’ll perhaps do a second part of this

WC: 1.2K or something.

Art is Freedom — Hobie x GN!Reader

"Art is Freedom" was the signature of the anonymous artist Hobie desired to meet. There was something about their art that simply fascinated him. From murals made out with plants, to your standard mural with spray paint. In galleries, this same artist did installations with all sorts of recycled materials. From newspaper, cardboard, paper, sometimes even stuff like aluminium and glass. Others screen printing on recycled fabric and old shirts, and most recently digital art, with the option of buying prints.

What Hobie liked about this artist was how cold and straightforward could they be with their art to express their thoughts and feelings. With a strong commentary on environmentalism. Also very graphic art talking about feminism and domestic violence. He loved the passion put into these pieces, he gawked at the raw energy expiring from the art pieces.

However, tracking them down was particularly hard. They were good at covering up their tracks. Although Hobie knew what that was like, so he started thinking in a similar way this anonymous artist would do. Sometimes feeling guilty for wanting to uncover this artist’s identity, he wouldn’t like it if someone was waiting for him to make a mistake at covering his tracks and found out who he was. But at the same time, he genuinely wanted to meet this person, have a talk with them, sure that Spider-Man and this artist would get along very well.

One fortuitous day, at the art gallery Hobie liked to frequent, there was a new exposition. This one was a photography show. It was the first time this artist showcased pictures. The theme was punk. And most of the photos were from concerts. Spider-Man was even in most of them. Not only was this artist a fan of his band, but from the pictures, Hobie was able to get an idea of who this artist was.

The group of hardcore punks who always showed up to his concerts, art shows, or were wrecking havoc during manifestations, was for the most part the same crowd. Some faces and even names became familiar not only to him but to everyone else.

And you had a face easy to recognise. You had a reputation for always being in the middle of the mosh pit, jamming and jumping like everybody else. However, you were taking pics. Right in the middle of the mosh, you managed to take the best pictures from the stage and the crowd. How did you manage to take those pics while getting out, not only yourself but your camera intact? It was a mystery many people liked to think about.

Hobie had seen you at almost every gig. And he’d seen the magnificent work you did with the photos. However, for the two years he’s been following this anonymous artist, he’d never seen photos. However, for the three or four years you’ve been following his band, he’d seen you in the crowd and seeing your work.

And now standing in front of your exposition, he could clearly identify the peculiar style of the pictures. Those pictures clearly were taken from the depths of a mosh pit. And keeping cameras intact and photos this good of a mosh pit could only be you.

His eyes widened at the realisation. He knew you all along, and had been watching your work from afar for so long. He didn’t personally know you, but he’d seen you around so much to think you were a cool lad, the pins on your jacket were rad, and that you had good taste in music. And of course, he thought you were a talented photographer.

But now that he’d put two and two together, not only were you a magnificent photographer, but an overall artist. The respect and admiration he felt for you duplicated, as he’d thought he was admiring at two different artist while it was actually one and the same.

“Oh! Look at these!” Some people in the gallery said as they neared the pictures and paid close attention to them. “Dude, this pics are sick! Kinda like the ones you always take!”

He diverted his gaze and saw a couple of people leaning closer to take in the details, and a third person wearing a hoodie. Hands hidden in the pouch and hood over their head.

“They’re pretty good,”

Hobie raised an eyebrow as he paced around the gallery, trying to get closer, wondering if it could be you underneath that hoodie.

As he got closer, pretending to glance at the pictures, he saw you from the corner of his eyes and smirked. Your poker face was actually very good, but he could see right through it.

“You think the artist knows how meaningful their art is to others?” Hobie said in a low voice as he glanced at you.

“They better! They’re fucking awesome!” One of your friends said, clueless of what Hobie was trying to do.

“I’m sure they’ve got some idea,” You said meeting Hobie’s stare.

“Well, they sure are my favourite artist, I’ll tell you that…” He said confidently. “I’ve seen you around in gigs, haven’t I?”

“Yeah, probably. I’m always around in gigs…” You said shyly.

“Especially Spider-Man! You love that guy!” One of your friends said, as you felt your cheeks warming up slightly.

“Do you?” Hobie asked.

“His style is very unique. And he’s amazing. He’s been a huge inspiration for me,” reluctantly, you admitted.

“Really? That’s cool. I’m Hobie,” His smirk flashed across his face with a slight arrogant yet full of charm.

“Nice meeting you,” You introduced yourself to him, telling him your name. “I like your style…” You said, pulling one of your hands out of the pouch of your hoodie and pointed at his pins.

“Thanks,” He said, repeating your name. “So, you said Spider-Man was an inspiration…”

“I do art sometimes,” You shrugged. “I wish I could live off of it but, it’s hard,”

“The world is so unkind to artist, unless you decide to sell yourself like a whore,”

You looked at Hobie, thinking there was something strangely familiar and yet refreshing of him. He was tall, he was skinny, but definitely looked like the guy you wouldn’t want to get in a fight with. And yet, he didn’t look all that intimidating. In fact, you felt curious.

“Yeah, pretty much…” You agreed.

“Wanna go for a beer sometime?”

It was hard for you not to smirk as you looked away. Your friends now further away, having read the room and left you alone with Hobie.

“Excuse me?” You armed yourself with courage to look back at him and meet his stare, his eyes a lighter shade of brown compared to the rest of his skin. He was gorgeous, you thought.

“You seem like a pretty interesting person, I’d like to know you better and know a bit more about the art you make, if that’s okay of course…” He shrugged, nonchalantly, able to read your slightly shy and awkward demeanour.

“Do I know you?” You asked.

Hobie chuckled softly. Knowing exactly what you meant, wondering if you were able to somehow relate him to Spider-Man already.

“Yeah, I introduced myself two minutes ago,” he teased, as you chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully.

“No—I me-mean yeah…” You giggled “But…Before that?”

Hobie shrugged.

“Why you ask?”

“I don’t know…” You sighed looking at him curiously, attentively. “Something about you feels oddly familiar…”

“Perhaps,” He shrugged “who knows, there’s only one way to find out…” He winked.

You smirked.

“Later today? At the Hayfield?” You said, naming your favourite bar, agreeing to his invitation.

“Someone likes artisan beer,” Hobie pointed out with an approving nod.

“Isn’t that the best kind of beer?” This time, you shrugged nonchalantly “Besides, Hayfield supports all the local beer producers and amateurs too”

“Nice. See you then,” Hobie said. “9 works for you?”

“9 it is” You smirked, feeling your chest stirring slightly.

“Nice meeting ya” He said turning around, with a triumphant smirk.

“Nice meeting you too…”

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1800-fight-me · 10 months

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Salvation

Miguel O’hara x Female!Reader

Rating: E (Explicit)- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Cursing, violence, and explicit sex

Word count: About 7.7k

Synopsis: Your lunch date with Miguel goes awry when villains break out of containment at Spider Society and you’re captured.

Author’s note: Something about this man makes me want to write hurt/comfort sooooooo bad. So here’s some fluff, then angst, then comfort and smut! I hope y’all enjoy! Feedback is greatly appreciated!

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“Hey there, guapisimo,” you purred.

“Hola,” he replied absentmindedly before he froze and turned from his screens.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice veering into scary-calm territory.

You gave him your most dazzling smile. “Lyla told me that now was a good time for a little visit, and since I only had a half day at work today, I brought you some lunch. You can’t only eat cafeteria empanadas, y'know.”

His grumpy composure cracked slightly, like it usually did when you were your most charming self, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly, which was the biggest smile you were likely to get from him while he was at work.

His grumpy work persona was, in your opinion, hilarious. Everyone took him so seriously, they had no idea how loving and gentle their boss secretly was.

Though, it had taken you quite some time to crack through his hard persona and find the sweetheart inside.

“Lyla,” Miguel said as the dramatic platform he worked on began lowering towards you.

“‘Sup bossman,” she said cheerily as the AI appeared above his shoulder.

“You can’t call my girlfriend every time I’m difficult to deal with,” he said, motioning air quotes at the second half of his sentence and using a tone that was clearly a mockery of Peter B. Parker.

You giggled and Lyla’s amusement matched yours.

“Don’t blame me! It wasn’t my idea!” she said before she disappeared again.

You stared up at Miguel as the platform continued its excruciatingly slow descent.

“Are you really going to make me wait down here for-” your words were cut off as a glowing red web shot out and attached itself to your waist. The air left your lungs as he suddenly pulled you up, up, up into his arms.

You wheezed slightly as he grabbed your waist, now with his hands rather than webs and set you down, purposefully letting your body run down the length of his as he did so. You glared as you looked up at him.

“You could’ve just jumped down,” you said.

He smirked, “What’s the fun in that?”

“Oh? You’re capable of having fun now?”

He scowled and you grinned.

“I missed you, baby,” you said sweetly as you handed him the container of food you brought.

He dropped it on the desk beside him and pulled you flush against his chest.

“I missed you too, preciosa, pero no esta seguro,” he said, his voice low and stressed.

“It’s not safe? This is literally spider society,” you replied.

“There are still times that it wouldn’t be safe for you to be here. We bring villains here daily and I don’t want a single one of them knowing anything about you,” he said and you rubbed your hands up and down his arms in sympathy.

“I don’t think your AI would invite me here today if it wasn’t safe.” you replied and kissed his cheek reassuringly.

He sighed in defeat, unable to argue with your logic.

“Stay away from where we keep the captured villains,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

You smiled against his plush lips and twined your arms around his neck.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, guapisimo,” you assured him.

He smiled and with strong hands on your waist, he lifted you up and sat you down on his desk.

“How was your morning?” you asked and he gave you the stank eye as he opened the container and handed you one of the sandwiches you brought.

He sat down in his chair right in front of you, the height of the desk making it so that you were actually level with him.

He shoved a huge bite of his sandwich in his mouth to avoid answering your question.

“That bad, huh?” you asked.

He sighed and shook his head.

“Why is everyone in the multiverse but you so annoying,” he practically whined as he placed a hand on your knee.

You giggled lightly then shrugged.

“M’just perfect I guess,” you teased.

He looked at you as if he could devour you for lunch instead of the sandwich in his other hand.

You bit your lip and the movement made his eyes flicker down from your eyes to your lips.

“That you are,” he agreed, his voice somehow even deeper and a lightning bolt of heat shot through you.

He smirked as he took in your reaction.

“Did you come here for another reason, preciosa? Is this not just an innocent lunch date?” he asked, entirely too cocky that he knew the answer to his own question.

You looked away in an attempt to hide your flustered expression. Your efforts were unsuccessful.

His hand slipped up from your knee to grip at the flesh of your thigh, right under the edge of your skirt. You turned to look back at him and his expression had darkened.

You wanted him to consume you.

“Finish your lunch, then I’ll give you what you came for,” he promised and you contemplated throwing the food right in the trash but you knew that doing as you were told would increase the pleasure of the outcome.

You obediently took a bite of your sandwich and he smiled. You definitely knew what you were doing when you picked this pretty sundress to wear today.

“Tell me about your day,” he murmured as his hand wandered up and down the length of your calf.

You began rambling, wanting to do anything to please the man in front of you, as you told him the ins and outs of your morning since he left your bed. You told him of the accomplishments of the day and perhaps a little bit of the office gossip as well. You knew he loved to hear you talk, he always asked you to take his mind off the fate of the multiverse that he was constantly stressing about. One of the things you loved so dearly about him though was that he never treated his problems and emotions as more important than yours, he always wanted to be there for you and listen when he had the time to do so.

Then you talked about what you were the most excited about, the logistics of moving in together. He had asked you to move in with him the previous weekend after an absolutely perfect date. You’d been together for about six months and it had been absolutely wonderful, even through difficult situations due to his Spider-Man alternative identity. And though he usually spent time at your apartment, you both agreed that his was nicer and it made more sense for you to move in with him.

“So I was thinking that I can finish packing by Sunday and then you can help me move in then?” you asked excitedly.

“Of course, anything you want,” he said and you knew he meant it. You knew he would bend over backwards and do anything to make you happy. You could see the excitement sparkle in his perfect brown eyes as he thought of a future of living with you.

Soon the food was finished and the desire in Miguel’s eyes had reached a point of ravenousness. His hands had continued to graze and explore your legs as you spoke and you were already dripping with need for him.

A whisper of your name dripped from his lips, the word spoken with reverence as if you were something angelic and holy. As if you were his peace and salvation.

And you knew his tight grip on his self control had snapped.

He pulled you down from the desk onto his lap and finally, finally pressed his full plush lips to yours.

You gripped his strong arms as he held you tight, and reveled in the feel of his chest pressed against yours.

His lips moved against yours and you opened up for him, reveling in the taste of him, and indescribable taste of Miguel, of the love of your life.

A cleared throat caused you both to look to the left.

“Sorry to interrupt, boss man, but we’ve got a bit of a situation here…” Peter B. Parker said as he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck awkwardly and turned his blushing face away from you.

Miguel sighed as he led you up off his lap and turned towards the other Spider-Man.

He stood, his presence towering and intimidating. It was kind of doing it for you.

“What kind of situation?” he bit out.

An alarm began blaring.

“Ay dios mio,” he muttered.

Miguel shoved you behind him as his mask covered his face and he looked around for the danger.

You placed your hands on his waist as you peered around his broad form.

“There was a malfunction with the traps and most of the captured got loose,” Peter said as he shot a web and pulled himself up to the platform where you stood.

“What?” Miguel asked through clenched teeth.

He whipped back towards you and leaned down and gently pressed his forehead against yours.

“Stay here,” he ordered.

“Okay,” you replied breathlessly.

He turned, shot a web, and swung out of the room.

Before Peter followed him, he said. “Hey there again. Good to see you, sorry it’s under these circumstances. Would you mind watching Mayday?”

He handed you the baby before you could even nod and was soon racing after Miguel.

“What the hell?” you breathed out.

So much for a relaxing lunch date with your boyfriend. Perhaps he was right about it being too dangerous for you to casually visit. It was hard when you missed him so much, though. You had a relatively good day at work, but the way Miguel had woken you up softly, lovingly, and thoroughly before your alarm ever went off- well, it left you feeling rather needy for him.

If you were completely honest with yourself, Miguel was right, your intention for this little visit might have been purely for a mid-afternoon quickie. It seemed like that was definitely not happening anymore.

“Hola princesita,” you coo at the sweet little baby in your arms.

She grinned widely as she wiggled around.

“You’re so cute y muy bonita,” you said as you pinched her chubby little cheek and she giggled.

The sound of an explosion made you jump and your wide eyes met Mayday’s equally surprised expression. You felt the urge to hide, but you were stranded on this raised platform.

Shit. You hoped the mayhem was kept far away from you and the baby. You peered over the edge of the platform and your heart began to pound. You backed up and accidentally bumped the screen which caused some sort of video feed to begin playing.

You whirled around and Mayday let out an adorable squeak as she saw her father on the screen. It appeared to be a live video feed of the main hall of the building, where all of the fighting was currently being contained. With one more tap, you had audio as well.

From your viewpoint it looked like absolute chaos.

“Lyla, what’s the progress on getting everything back online so we can contain these guys?” Miguel called out before he bit down on the neck of a rhino looking villain.

“60 seconds out!” Lyla replied and Miguel merely grunted in response as he threw the Rhino across the room.

You gulped as heat filled you. You were intimately familiar with those fangs… The way he moved was so ferocious and efficient. His style of fighting was very different from most other Spider-People, particularly due to the claws he used, and you felt a very physical reaction within you as you watched him. He was huge compared to the other Spider-people and even compared to many of their combatants. You turned Mayday’s head away from the screen.

“¿Dónde está tu papá? you murmured as you ran a hand through her thick red curls.

She made a confused noise as she looked up at you.

“Where’s your dad?” you repeated as you fiddled with the controls and switched the camera you were watching.

The little girl clung to you as she craned her head around to once again watch the screens. She squeaked excitedly as her father reappeared, his stupid pink bathrobe making it obvious that it was him underneath the spider suit. You grinned as you peered at her staring with wide eyes at her dad as he fought surprisingly well. You supposed she was used to the violence by now.

You heard the sound of a door opening and you whirled around as you realized it was not from the screen in front of you, but rather behind you.

A large man prowled in, his armored outfit fitted with terrifying claws.

“Ay coño,” you whispered and couldn’t help but grin as you heard Miguel yell the same thing at the same time through the screen behind you.

You crouched down and attempted to hide under the desk as you quietly shushed Mayday. Luckily, the child listened to you, she met your eyes- looking slightly scared, before she buried her face in your neck. You ran your hand up and down her back reassuringly.

You held a hand over your mouth to quiet your panicked breathing. You could hear Miguel through the screen ordering the other Spider-people around.

He jumped up onto the raised platform and you barely managed to hold in your gasp.

Shit.

The man walked closer to the screens you hid under. You clenched your teeth and continued to rock Mayday in an attempt to keep her content and quiet.

“Fucking Spider-Man,” the villian growled as he watched your boyfriend through the screen.

“Peter! You keep coordinating, and get things finished up. I’ve got to get back to my office to make sure my girl is safe,” Miguel called out and at least five Peter Parkers replied all at the same time. He sighed in annoyance.

Shit. You didn’t catch Miguel’s response as the man standing in front of the screens turned the audio feed off. It was right then that Mayday made a happy cooing noise as she started to fall asleep against your chest.

Your heart stopped.

A clawed hand snatched your ankle and yanked you out from under the desk.

Tears filled your eyes and you gritted your teeth as you did your best to struggle while still maintaining Mayday’s safety.

You looked up at the man above you as he pointed a wicked looking sword at your throat.

Your already pounding heart sped from a gallop to a sprint.

“Hello there,” he purred.

You gulped.

“So you’re the big one’s girl?” he asked as he pressed the blade against your skin hard enough to feel a sting.

“No…?” you tried to say confidently but because of your nerves it came out like a question.

Ay dios mio, you thought, you really needed to get better at lying. It was an inside joke between you and Miguel that you could never lie to him, partially due to his super senses, but the lack of that skill was certainly biting you in the nalgas right now.

The Prowler rolled his eyes and hauled you to your feet with a tight grip on your arm.

“You’re coming with me,” he said and you attempted to pull yourself back from him, but his grip only tightened to the point of pain.

You held in your whimper.

“W-wait! Let me put the baby down. Think about it, how difficult will it be to quietly escape with a baby in tow,” you babbled in an attempt to convince the terrifying stranger.

You could see doubt in his eyes so you plowed forward.

“She’s not my baby, I’m just a babysitter. Think about her parents and how scared they would be. That’s not what you want right? Y-you just want to scare…” you gulped, “my Spider-Man, right?”

His jaw clenched.

“Yes. Oh how Miguel O’hara will rage when he finds his lover is gone,” he said with a smile that made your heart sink into your stomach.

How did he know his name?

“Fine, put the baby down. Then let’s go,” he relented at your scared and pleading expression.

He released his grip on your arm and you turned and gently laid a sleeping Mayday in the hammock made of Peter’s spiderwebs that was attached to the side of the desk.

If it was another less stressful moment you would take a second to press a kiss to her little forehead and smile at the implication that Miguel was also at times an unwitting babysitter.

With a shuddering breath, you turned back to the Prowler. He grabbed you and placed cuffs on your wrists and ankles, made of some sort of nano technology similar to Miguel’s suit. Then, he slapped a hand over your mouth and when he pulled it off, a mask covered your face and nose that prevented you from screaming.

It filled with a bitter smelling gas and before you could react, you were pulled abruptly into unconsciousness.

When you blinked awake you found yourself strapped to a metal chair in what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse.

You took deep breaths as you took in your surroundings, relieved that the gag/gas mask had been removed from your face. You were surprised that you were tied to the chair with a rope rather than another futuristic gadget.

Your captor was suspiciously missing. You figured you should make the most of the time you had alone. You wiggled and jerked and yanked one of your arms in an attempt to free your hand. The rope chafed and ripped at your skin but with a few minutes of effort and only a little bit of blood you manage to pull your hand free.

You reached up to the spider necklace around your neck and pressed the small button on the back of it three times. You sighed in relief as it made a soft beeping noise that told you a distress signal with your location was being sent to Miguel.

The Prowler returned to the large room you were stuck in, a horrible smirk plastered on his face.

“Now all we have to do is wait,” he said.

Your heart dropped. This was a trap. Of course it was a trap. Why else would he have taken you other than to lure Miguel?

He pulled a chair, you cringed as it scraped against the floor, and sat down facing you, the chair backwards.

“Alright, pretty girl, tell me your name,” he ordered as he pulled out that same wicked looking sword and rested it against your throat.

“Gwen Stacy,” you choked out, saying the first name that popped into your head.

He rolled his eyes and the sword dug into your skin enough that you whimpered and blood began to trickle down your chest.

“I spent enough time at that stupid Spider Society to know a Gwen Stacy when I see one. Don’t lie to me again or this will only be worse for you.”

You gulped, which made the pain only sharper as he did not relieve the pressure of the sword against your skin. You rasped out your name and he gave you a feral grin as he clearly believed your answer this time. He repeated it and his tone made your blood turn cold.

“What is a girl like you doing with a drip like Miguel O’hara?” he asked.

You licked your dry lips. You didn’t answer him, unsure as you were of what to say. Your lack of response seemed to only increase his amusement.

“Does he love you?” he asked as he cocked his head to the side.

You tried to shake your head but grimaced and a tear fell from your eye as the blade dug into your flesh.

“No,” you choked out. “It’s new. We just started dating. I don’t even know if he actually likes me and-“

“I told you to stop lying!” he growled out between gritted teeth and your heart spiked at the anger in his eyes.

He pulled the blade from your neck and slid it across your arm. You screamed as he sliced a long gash across your bicep.

“Yes,” you sobbed. “Yes, he loves me. H-he asked me to move in with him last week.”

“Then this will be sufficiently painful for him, won’t it?” he asked with a cruel smile.

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling. They streaked down your cheeks even as you gritted your teeth and leveled your best glare at him.

“What about your pain?” a familiar, deep voice asked from the darkness in the corner of the dimly lit room.

You gasped in relief at the sound.

You saw him crawl across the ceiling and drop down directly behind the Prowler. Miguel ripped him away from you in a brute show of strength that made you tremble.

“That was a nice little trap you set up,” Miguel said so condescendingly you couldn’t help but huff a laugh through your tears.

He slammed the man onto the ground so hard that he made a choked wheezing sound. Miguel’s claws dug into the Prowler’s armor and a near animalistic growl escaped his lips.

“Miguel!” you squeaked as you saw the Prowler slip a thin dagger out of a sheath at his thigh.

Unfortunately your reaction did nothing but distract your superhero as he looked over at you in concern and he snarled as the man shoved the dagger into his side.

You gasped in horror as Miguel slammed the man into the ground once more, not once lessening his hold, even with the surprise and pain.

You heard a horrible crack of the man’s head against the ground. It clearly didn’t kill him though, because despite being dazed, he continued to fight back.

Miguel’s mask disappeared and as he opened his mouth you could see the sharp points of his fangs before he bit down on the Prowler’s neck and paralyzed him.

Your tormenter went rigid and Miguel hauled himself off him and turned his face to the side and spit out blood with a look of disgust on his face, a much different expression from the handful of times he had bit you and had your blood in his mouth.

You stared as the rage in his crimson gaze cooled to concern nearing the edge of panic as he took in your bloodied and disheveled state. You watched as the red in his eyes faded to the warm brown hue you were more familiar with. He breathed out your name.

“Lyla,” he called out.

She appeared over his shoulder, slightly less cheerful than usual as she peered at you in concern.

“Yes?” she asked.

He reached you and placed a gentle hand on your cheek as he knelt before you. You shuddered in relief at the reassurance of his touch. He used his claws to carefully cut through your binds.

“Could you please call for an extraction team?” he asked.

“On it,” she said and disappeared once more.

“Mi amor,” he said and the words dripped with heartbreak as they fell from his lips.

You tried to put on a brave face.

“Estoy bien. I think it looks worse than it is,” you attempted to reassure him.

His lips turned down into a frown as he shook his head in disagreement. Gentle hands turned your head to the side so he could better assess the cut on your neck.

He sucked in a breath.

“That bad?” you asked timidly.

“No, you’ll be fine. I just hate to see you in pain,” he said and there was an undercurrent of self loathing you picked up on and you reached for his hand and squeezed it.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

He pulled out a first aid kit, you weren’t sure exactly where it appeared from and assumed it was most likely something to do with the same technology as his suit which you definitely didn’t understand either. You scrunched your eyes closed, having no desire to watch as he pierced your skin with a needle.

“Lo siento mucho, preciosa,” he lamented.

You held in your whimper of pain for his sake as he stitched the cut closed. His ministrations were interrupted only by his ceaseless muttered apologies. He did the same with the cut on your arm as well and bandaged both as well as disinfected and wrapped a bandage around your rope burned wrist.

“What about your wound?” you asked in concern. Miguel let you carefully patch up his wound as well, sighing in impatience only a few times.

When you were done, he placed his blood soaked hands on either side of your face and gave you a kiss so soft and tender that you forgot how to breathe.

“Guapísimo,” you chided and he smiled softly despite himself as he rested his forehead against yours.

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered and he grunted in disagreement.

“C’mon. Let’s get you out of here,” he said. You kissed him once more then made a hum of agreement and allowed him to take you into his arms.

The extraction team showed up right as Miguel led you away from the paralyzed Prowler.

He jumped out the sixth floor window of the building and shot a web to catch you both before your breathless scream turned into something much louder.

You gripped him, wrapping your arms and legs tightly around him and burying your face in his neck to avoid the stomach dropping sight of the height you were swinging at. He kept one arm strong around your back and waist, holding you secure against his warm body.

After long enough that you started to feel nauseous, he landed and squeezed your waist twice to let you know it was safe to let him go.

You slid down his body until your feet could finally reach the floor and looked up at him.

He looked sad, his eyes watery and his mouth turned down into a frown.

“Gwen!” he called out, looking behind you and over your head.

You turned, finally taking in your surroundings, and to your surprise he had brought you back to Spider Society. You supposed he wanted to keep you close for the remainder of the evening.

“Yes?” she asked as she bounded towards you.

“I need some time to make sure everything is sorted. Will you please take her to my quarters and let her get cleaned up before calling someone from medical to check on her? Don’t let her out of your sight until I’m back,” he ordered and glowered at her until she gulped and nodded.

Her eyes widened as she took in your disheveled state.

She took your hand but he held his grip on you.

“I’ll be there soon,” he said and you nodded. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before he let you go.

“Are you alright?” Gwen asked you as she led you towards the sleeping quarters.

You huffed an unamused laugh.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you said.

“There’s blood-“ she started to say but you interrupted her.

“Miguel already stitched me up. I’m fine,” you reassured her.

Miguel. Oh, Miguel. You were worried about him. You knew what he’d already been through and you chewed on your lip as your concern grew that the events of this evening would throw him back into that dark place of anger and self loathing.

You knew he blamed himself for your capture and injuries. But you were fine, really, you were fine. Right?

When you reached the correct door, Gwen scanned her watch on the lock and Lyla popped up.

“Hello! D’ya need me to unlock the door?” she asked.

“Yes please,” you replied and she did with a blown kiss in your direction.

The bedroom was sparsely decorated but clean and relatively tidy nonetheless, which you expected. You’d never been to his room here at Spider Society that he only occasionally used as he had his own apartment and more often than not stayed at yours most nights.

There was a framed photo of you on the nightstand. A silly selfie you had sent him months ago with your lips puckered in a pretend kiss. It was so unexpectedly sweet that he would frame it and keep you close to him on nights he wasn’t in your bed that you had to blink back tears.

God, you were emotional. You just needed to sleep. Yeah, if you slept it off you’d be fine. Sure, you weren’t used to daily life threatening danger like your boyfriend and all his coworkers, but you could bounce back. You’re fine.

Perhaps people who are actually fine don’t have to tell themselves that they’re fine this often…

“Hey, you okay?” Gwen asked and you nodded quickly and tried to discreetly wipe your eyes.

There were two doors in the room, other than the one you came in. You walked to the first one and upon opening it, you found that it was his closet. You grabbed a t-shirt and pair of his boxers before you strode to the bathroom behind the other door.

Gwen followed your every step.

“I’m going to shower now,” you said to her with your eyebrows raised.

“Miguel said to not let you out of my sight,” she said as she awkwardly shuffled her feet.

“I’m certain he didn’t mean to watch me shower. Nothing is going to try and kill me while I’m in there. I’ll be fine. I promise. Sit down and get comfy, I’ll only be a few minutes,” you reassured.

She looked between you and the bed, the only place to sit in the tiny room.

“I can’t sit on Miguel’s bed,” she said like she was scared of his reaction.

You snorted.

“It’s technically my bed tonight. So sit down, chica. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of big grumpy Miguel,” you said with a wink and she laughed.

She did as you bid and you closed yourself in the bathroom. You turned the shower on and finally let more tears fall, hoping the sound would be muffled enough. Honestly, you felt like a weenie for getting worked up over a little kidnapping considering the spider people in the building who’d been through so much worse.

That wasn’t necessarily fair to you, though. Besides dating a superhero you had a relatively mundane life in which life threatening events were not the norm so a few tears were to be expected.

And soon Miguel would be here and you could comfort each other. You stripped your clothes off and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You were filthy, dust and stripes of dried blood coated your skin. Large bandages covered much of your skin on your neck and your arm. Your eyes looked glassy and you thought you could see bruises beginning to form in several areas. Finally your eyes landed on the life-saving spider necklace around your throat that Miguel had gifted you on your last birthday. Good god, you love that man.

You hopped in the shower, careful to keep your bandages dry and washed the grime and dried blood off your skin. You definitely felt better as the hot water washed the day off you.

You dressed, smiling at the way Miguel’s giant clothes truly didn’t fit you at all but made you feel so comfortable. When you returned to the room a Spider-Woman in a lab coat was standing beside Gwen.

“Hello!” she greeted you cheerfully.

“Hi,” you replied and passed her to sit next to Gwen on the foot of the bed.

“Can I check your wounds?” she asked politely.

“Go for it,” you replied. She peeled back the bandage at your neck and hummed her approval at Miguel’s work. Her response was the same at the wound on your arm.

She disinfected and rebandaged both wounds before giving you a list of instructions on how to properly care for them in order to avoid infection, but you didn’t pay much attention. Exhaustion was taking its toll and you were sure Miguel would be overly attentive to your wounds in the coming days anyway.

You thanked her and she nodded kindly before she left.

“How is Mayday? And Peter?” you asked Gwen.

“They’re both perfectly fine and safe at home,” she said and you breathed out a sigh of relief and flopped back onto the bed before burrowing under the covers.

“Good,” you breathed out.

“M’so tired,” you said.

“Yeah adrenaline does that to you once it’s gone,” she said.

“How long do you think it’ll be before Miguel comes?” you asked.

“Probably a while. There was a huge mess after the tech malfunction and then of course he trashed his office after you were taken. Soo…”

She trailed off as you stared at her wide eyed.

“W-we all saw the playback of you begging the prowler to leave the baby and only take you.”

You gulped.

“It was incredibly brave,” she said. “Peter B. was in tears and I think he’s about ready to make you her godmother.”

You chuckled even as you had to blink back tears for what felt like the millionth time in this never ending day.

“Miguel was…. beside himself.”

That sounds like an understatement, you thought. Though you can imagine your reaction if he were captured and injured would be explosive as well.

“Why does that prowler hate Miguel so much? And how did he know his name?” you asked with a yawn.

“All I know is that he is from this world, you and Miguel’s world. He must have had past run-ins with Miguel.” she said with a shrug.

“Hm,” you replied.

You supposed it didn’t really matter, the most important thing was that you were safe and warm in Miguel’s bed that smelled faintly of him. Where was he? You were becoming incredibly drowsy and feared you wouldn’t be able to stay awake long enough.

You were suddenly incredibly grateful that it was Friday and you didn’t have to worry about calling out sick from work for the next two days. Hopefully you wouldn’t look as battered come Monday.

The door opened and you popped your eyes open in excitement, not even realizing they had drifted closed.

Miguel leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, with a fond smile on his lips.

Gwen scrambled off the end of the bed as he looked over to her with a raised eyebrow.

“Thank you for keeping me company, chica,” you said fondly.

“Of course,” she said and gave Miguel a salute before she nimbly slipped by him and out of the room.

“Guapisimo,” you said as you reached out a hand to him.

He took a deep breath before he strode to you, shutting the door behind him. He pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Dame uno minuto,” he said as he turned towards the bathroom.

“Fine, but only one minute! I’ve been in your bed missing you for far too long!” you called out.

The growl he released in response as he closed the bathroom door behind him made your toes curl and was the exact response you hoped your words would elicit.

You heard the shower turn on and sighed, contemplating whether or not you should get up and join him but ultimately decided that as bad as you had needed a real shower, he definitely needed time to get clean too.

When he opened the bathroom door, hair wet, skin glistening, and a towel wrapped entirely too low around his waist you gulped.

“That was more than a minute,” you said, but your voice was entirely too shaky for the words to hit their mark.

He only smirked.

He turned away from you, his broad back to you and dropped the towel before grabbing a pair of boxers out of his closet.

His perfect ass was on display so you did the mature thing and threw a pillow at it.

He caught it with a smirk and pulled his underwear on before chucking the pillow back at you. You huffed indignantly as it smacked you in the face. If you were totally honest with yourself though, you deserved it.

He slipped in the bed with you, though it was small enough that he pulled you nearly completely on top of him in order to be comfortable. His shoulders were almost as wide as the bed. You didn’t mind though, as you snuggled into his warmth and buried your face in his chest.

He ran a hand up and down the length of your back.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice quiet and hesitant.

“I think so. Are you?” you replied as you traced circles on his bicep where he held you tight. Almost too tight. Like he was afraid you would disappear.

He grunted in affirmation but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe him.

“Miguel,” you said.

He sighed.

“I’ve already argued with Lyla and she called me an arrogant asshole but I just can’t help but feel like the best and safest thing for you would be a life without me,” he said.

“What?” you breathed out, your body suddenly tense.

“You were hurt today. He could have killed you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

You lifted your head from his chest and met his gaze. There were unshed tears in his warm brown eyes.

“It would’ve been all my fault, again,” he said and a tear fell down his cheek.

Your heart twisted in your chest at his pain, at the trigger today’s events were of his most horrific memory.

“Mi amor, I’m safe. You saved me,” you reassured him as you gently placed your hand on the side of his face and wiped away the tear.

“You should’ve never been in that situation. If I wasn’t so goddamn selfish I would let you go. Let you lead a safe, fulfilling, and happy life without me as a dark cloud constantly over you. I-”

“Miguel!” you reprimanded and cut off his spiral of self loathing.

He took a shuddering breath.

“Escúchame, there is no fulfilling and happy life for me without you. I love you. You feel the same way about me, don’t you?” your voice became smaller as you finished talking.

“Of course, of course I feel the same. Tu eres el amor de mi vida, mi preciosa,” he said as he gripped you tighter.

“Then don’t. Don’t ever say something like that again. I knew what I was getting into when I chose you. And I still choose you. Occasional danger, grumpiness, and all,” you said and you both smiled slightly at the gentle teasing.

He pulled your face closer to his with a hand on the back of your neck and crushed his lips to yours. It wasn’t gentle or teasing as some kisses with him were. No, as his tongue shoved into your mouth and tangled with yours, it wasn’t gentle. It was raw and desperate and emotional. There was a burning need in both of you for each other.

Your hand slipped from his face to his shoulders where you gripped him tight and he moaned into your mouth. His lips broke from yours, and he said your name in a broken groan.

In a move so fast it nearly made you dizzy, you were suddenly underneath him. He pressed his firm body against yours, his weight crushing you into the bed and making you want more, more, more.

His lips were on yours again and you melted against him. His hands gripped the small of your waist and you whimpered with desire and began to feel yourself drip with need for the man on top of you.

He broke his lips from yours and began to trail them down your jaw to your neck,the side of your neck that was not injured. Despite the uncontrollable heat and desire, Miguel was very careful and conscious to not touch your healing wounds.

“Miguel,” you gasped as you shivered as he sucked on the most sensitive spot of your neck.

He shoved the shirt you were wearing, his shirt, up and over your head before he chucked it across the room. He moaned as he pressed himself back down against you and his bare skin grazed against yours. You spread your legs and wrapped them around his waist and whimpered as his hard length pressed against your core. He kissed your lips again before quickly returning his downward trail from your neck to your heaving chest.

“Oh my god,” you gasped as his hot mouth encapsulated your hard nipple. His thumb grazed then pinched your other nipple and you mewled for him.

“So fucking perfect,” he grunted as he squeezed your breast in his large hand.

Your core was throbbing, hot and wet and you couldn’t handle the lack of friction. You held on to his back and writhed underneath him, grinding your pussy against his hard cock. And suddenly even the thin underwear you were both wearing was too much. He groaned, a sound so beautiful and erotic that you shivered and your toes curled.

“Mig, need you to take this off, please,” you panted as you did your best to slip the boxers off past his perfect ass.

He chuckled, a cocky sort of sound before he said in a near condescending tone, “You need some help, preciosa?”

You knew what he wanted to hear from you.

“Sí, por favor,” you whined.

He fucking growled.

Miguel quickly removed his boxers before he yanked off yours as well.

“Need you,” you panted as you saw him in all his naked glory, strong muscles and glistening skin on display. Your mouth watered as you looked down at his frankly massive cock.

His mouth was on yours again, every inch of his glorious form pressed against yours.

“You’re mine,” he said into your mouth and slid his length against your aching core. You whimpered.

He reached down and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Say it,” he ordered.

You looked up at him, eyes wide and promised him, “I’m yours.”

He gripped your hips and slid his cock inside you inch by glorious inch. You were so perfectly full, so safe in his arms, as he stayed still and just held you in his arms, his face buried in your neck, that tears filled your eyes.

You tangled your fingers in his curls and said, “You’re mine too.”

He pulled back enough to look you in your eyes.

“I’m yours. Always. Forever,” he swore.

You kissed him, and this time the kiss was unhurried, both of you giving yourselves over completely and drowning in one another.

Everything was him, his large body against you and around you, his scent all you could smell, his taste was in your mouth, and you were stuffed full of him, your body tingling with pleasure only your Miguel could provide.

You both took shuddering breaths, soaking in the perfection of the moment.

“Yo quiero mucho,” he said and kissed you once more.

“I love you too,” you moaned as he began to move.

He dragged his cock out of you achingly slowly, causing you to whine, before you snapped his hips and plunged himself inside you fully and deeply once more.

You smirked, you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep a slow pace for long. You wanted it fast and hard, just like you knew he did, so you bit down on his neck which caused him to snarl.

His pace quickened and you locked your legs around his waist, wanting him closer than was humanly possible, wanting to be consumed by him completely. Your hands roamed the broad expanse of his shoulders and back and your nails dug into his skin as he tilted your hips and continued his almost brutal pace, but now hitting the spot inside you that made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

He groaned your name as you squeezed and gripped him tighter.

“So perfect and all mine, isn’t that right, preciosa?”

You attempted to move your hips in time with his but he gripped you tighter, pinning you to the bed and holding you completely at his mercy as he pounded into you.

“Yes, yes, yours all yours,” you whined and he gave you exactly what you wanted.

His thumb found your clit and began to draw tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. God, you were so close, you were already so close and he knew it.

You whined and he moaned your name in response, his pace never wavering. The stretch and length of him felt so good, so right, so perfect.

Electricity sparked through you, your peak built and built and built. The pleasure was overwhelming.

“Mig- m’gonna come, ohmygod,” you practically squealed.

“Come for me, mi amor,” he said and your body obeyed his order. Your orgasm crashed over you, causing you to squeeze so tight on his cock that he hissed through his teeth.

You had no chance to catch your breath as you continued to cling to him, his sweat soaked skin against yours and his thrusts quicker as he neared his own end.

“Come in me, please, please, please, baby,” you begged and he groaned in response.

He thrust one final deep thrust, pushing himself as deep inside you as possible, and filled you with his come.

He shuddered above you and you pressed sloppy kisses to his neck, to any skin you could reach.

You ran your hands up and down his back and he relaxed against you.

“I love you,” he said.

You kissed him once more, slow and sweet, and said, “I’m yours, completely.”

“Are you sure you want all of my mess in your life?” he mumbled against your neck, beginning to sound sleepy.

“Of course,” you said, “I’ve never felt safer.”

And your words were true. Despite the terror of the day, you felt safer than you’d ever been wrapped in his arms, with him still inside you as you both drifted off to sleep.

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I really love your Bruce writing! I love when you talk about him being a father and how tragic it is ("tears of the father are wept by the son"?? Are you kidding me?? This line made me lay awake at night). And the most recent Bryce snippet? Wow! I love how you use the environment (like the knockoff cigars, oregano...), and how you write their dialogue, and when you write Bruce's uncle's??? Wow, I'm just in love 💕

Saw you recently posting about atsv! Didn't know you watched it! Was wondering if you have an Miguel-centric Headcanons? That's another man I'm unhealthy about

Thank you so much 💞

– @unfortunately-obsessed

THANK YOU!! to this day it’s pretty incomprehensible for me, when I realize, huh… People like my writing? My words? Oh wow oh wow ohwowowowow—

I appreciate you saying so!! Sadly, I severely neglected my blog/fanfics because of my job, but, I started working on a crossover fic between atsv and dc :) I just adore spider bat, so why not?

Also, some Miguel headcanons:

Layla sends Gabriel videos of Miguel falling, tripping, web breaking, etc, just flopping in general. If he annoyed her particularly hard, she’ll send some to Miles

SPEAKING OF MILES??

He picks him up from school when Rio and Jeff can’t make it, mostly for spider business, and the staff assumed they were related bc Miles called him Tio (WHICH IS SO CUTE BTW)

Whenever Miles needs a permission slip for places he knows for a FACT his parents won’t sign —

(because it’s outside New York, — and I actually think it’s super adorable they wanna be around him so much. Ik some see it as overbearing, but when you see so many parents actively hate their kids being around..)

He’ll get Miguel to sign it. But he’s equally as protective as Rio. “Who are you going with, Who’s that? I never met them. Address, phone number, and mother’s maiden name. When are you gonna be back? 2 days? No. “

He eventually signs it because Miles’ puppy eyes, man.

Still celebrated Gabriella’s birthday; He makes her her favorite dessert, buys something she would’ve liked, and lights up a candle for dinner. If he feels particularly alone, he’ll swallow up his hesitation and invite the spider kids over

This man breaths and bleeds work; You can’t think abt your mental illness if you can’t think about anything at all!!!

Obsessed with control; He needs to know every detail, every amount of information available, he has routines and scripts and gets irritated if they’re not followed

I think he actually did pay attention to Miles since he became Spiderman; I think, deep down, he knows HES the original anomaly. But it’s easier to break than fix. Especially when canon is involved.

Can dance like a mf

I know he technically has no favorites since everyone annoys him equally- it’s Mayday.

And Miles, strangely enough. But it’s hard to tell. Miles genuinely thinks this grown ass adult hates his absolute guts and made peace

But Gwen is like omg you asked for a shift change and he didn’t throw a drone at you?

#that’s all I have for now!!! granted I am Thinking abt him and Bruce/bryce #spiderman atsv #asks #miguel o'hara #miles morales #text #text post

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flashfuture · 10 months

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Also if you’re going to write Spideypool I’d say here is a reading list of Spider-Man and Deadpool’s comic interactions that I think are needed to understand them as characters. Because I read the fanfics it’s just varying movies mushed up but the comics are really good you guys and there aren’t very many !

Cable and Deadpool #24 this is their first meeting. It shows a standard Spider-Man interaction with Anyone but esp Wade. Spidey punches really hard a lot first and then asks questions (gets explanations yelled at him in hopes he stops punching) second

Deadpool: Suicide Kings it’s only a five issue series. This is the entire basis for Team Red. I see you MCU Team Red fans and I am begging you to read Suicide Kings at least 3,4,5

Amazing Spider-Man #611 is a really good issue to show that Spidey sees Wade as more of a nuisance than an active threat (and while you’re there keep on reading through the Grim Hunt it would be so good for Spider-Man fans to read the Grim Hunt)

Deadpool (2008) #19,20,21 Hit Monkey is gunning for Deadpool and Spider-Man is going to... kind of just be alright with it. If you think Spider-Man would ever be worried about Wade’s safety you are wrong he is more than happy to shove him in the way of a trigger happy monkey But he will break Wade out of prison so there is that !

Deadpool (2013) Annual #2 absolute staple Spideypool issue. This is the one where chameleon is fucking with Spider-Man and Deadpool dresses up like Spidey to save the day. I know a lot of you have seen panels but it’s fun read the whole issue

Urban Avengers #1 is kinda in here somewhere don’t really gotta read it just know Deadpool joins the Avengers and that makes Spider-Man quit the Avengers.

Spider-Man/Deadpool is a 50 issue run with dubious canon nature. I say the best issues are #1, 1 MU (the heartmate comic), 2, 3, 4, 5. Anything after that is ooc at best and non canon at well not worse but it’s fun

#marvel comics #spider-man #deadpool #spideypool

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toebeanuwu · 10 months

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Caught in the spiders web

Miguel O'Hara X f!reader

Summary: He saw you on a mission in your universe and came back to research about you before going back and stealing you away. A new life that is unexpectedly headed your way.

word count: 3,800

Warning: Strong language, Forceful Oral, Receiving P in V (no protection), Obsession, Entrapment, Kidnapping, Stalking, BDSM.

MINORS DNI

This is my first time writing a fanfic, hope y'all enjoy my terrible writing. This is actually inspired from a character ai chat I was lucky to come across somehow with a yandere themed Miguel that just turned into whatever this is. For those of you who obsess over Oscar Issac too, there is a quote from one of his scrip reads in here that you can find video of, your welcome!

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Miguel ran to his computer and started to type quickly and desperately. Screens appeared and surrounded him that then began to flash pictures and videos of you and your life. He smiled as the yellow tint illuminated his face. He would stare longingly as he raised his hand to touch the screen. You were perfect. The screen shut off as his face that was once full of longing and joy, faded into one of pain and determination. But then his mind started to race. He didn’t care what he had to say or do, he wanted you and only you. He made sure that if he were to interact with you and steal you away, it wouldn’t create a tear in the multiverse like he did once before. His smile grew wide and sadistic, eyes glowing red as he left his platform and jumped into a portal to your universe waiting to make his move, to make you his...

You were walking in the streets late at night after your work shift ended. You were now going home and for that you had to walk along dark and scary alleys. While you walked a car pulled next to you. The car's glass was tinted black and as it rolled down, you could see a muscular man with brown eyes that almost seemed to glow red and brown hair looking at you with desperation. The sky roared as your eyes met.

"Get in, Princesa"

He said in a deep raspy voice.

You were confused and a little scared as you held your bag close to you. You were tired and didn’t feel like getting hollered at by some man, no matter how good looking he seemed. You glared at the man with sharp eyes and snapped at him with a cold tone.

“No way, I don’t even know you and I’m not a prostitute waiting to be picked up.”

You picked up the pace as you hurried in the same direction, almost turning into a run to get to your apartment. Panic, fear and adrenaline set in your body. You didn’t look back and hoped that the mysterious man got the picture.

He saw you begin to hurry away, and he got out of the car in a huff. His face annoyed. He ran towards you quick and swiftly that you didn’t even hear him coming. He caught you by your arm, then threw you and pinned you against the cold brick wall. You hit the wall with such hard force that your head was spinning.

He growled at you, and you could see that his eyes were indeed glowing red. As he spoke you saw fangs, it looked like they were so sharp that he could tear you to shreds easily. In a commanding and cold tone, he spoke.

"I'm going to ask you one last time, Princesa. Get in..the damn car. NOW!”

You froze as a shiver went down your spine and like that you obeyed him. You walked to the car as you held your arm, your body ached from the slam against the wall. As you sat in the passenger side of the car, the man walked over and slammed the door shut. He then made his way to the driver’s side and slid in and closed the door.

The car smelled of cologne and was neatly kept clean. As the man began to drive down the dark road, suddenly a giant portal appeared as it glowed brightly with red, yellow, and blue hues. You press yourself against the seat scared and confused about what was going on. The man continued driving into it and just like that, you were in another world as quickly as he drove through the portal.

This new world looked so strange and so futuristic. The city sky glowed beautifully from the lights that came from the tall buildings. Some cars floated off the ground and some up in the sky. A train caught your eye and you saw that it was going up into the sky, aimed for space. What kind of world was this? It was so advanced in technology compared to your world. The best things you could think that your world had to offer were VR sets and AI bots. But compared to this, those seemed like nothing, here they were Childs play.

After a few minutes of driving, he broke the silence, his voice was cold and deep.

“Now… we are going to play a game and have so much fun together. If you behave well, I will show myself nice. If you don't, not so nice. Do you understand me?”

You swallow hard as you nod in agreement, scared of what would happen if you disagreed. His lips curled up to a smile, he was so handsome, but his smile was twisted in a way that made your hairs stand. How could a man so handsome be so terrifying.

About 20 minutes later the man breaks the silence again, his smile becoming more sinister and twisted than before.

"By now, you probably have already guessed where we are going. But, where do you think I'm taking you?"

You grip your thighs hard and bite your lip as the fear continues to build and you speak, your throat almost feels dry from how on edge you are.

“I assume either your strange house or some cabin in the forest to kill me where there are no witnesses...if this place even has a forest.”

The man laughs in amusement.

“Oh, you are so funny. Still have a strong sense of humor within you despite the circumstance.”

You awkwardly laugh with him, and you know that the words you spoke held truth. Was he going to kill you? What did this man want with you? After a few more minutes you pull up to a large and gated house, your eyes widen at the sight. How could a man like this have and afford such a home? As the man drove up to his home, he pushed a button that opened the garage doors. He parks the car in the garage that was filled with many other cars you had never seen before. He walks around and opens your side of the door and speaks in a cheery voice.

“Well sadly it isn’t a cabin in the forest.”

He scoffs and laughs as you stare at him with widen eyes at his comment. He places a hand on your shoulder as he moves you forcefully to the door that leads into his home.

“Calm down, cariño. I was only kidding; I wouldn’t dream of hurting you... without good reason.”

His lips curled into a sinister smile as his eyes gazed at you, they were like daggers. You tried to keep your cool as he walked you around the house. As terrifying the man was, his home was amazing and beautiful you must admit. The kitchen was clean and filled with enough food for months. The living room smelled like sandalwood and was well kept with a stone fireplace right in center front. You break the silence after a while.

“Why... Why am I here? I don’t even know your name...? You don’t even know mine…or even know who I am matter of fact.”

The man smiled warmly, but there was still a coldness to him. He pressed a button on his watch that teleported you both to a large dark room that was lit up by floating digital screens that to your horror… were filled with pictures and videos of you living your life. Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach as your mind tried to grasp what was going on and what this all was. Beads of sweat began to form on your forehead. Before you could ask anything, his cold and sinister voice broke the silence again as it echoed in the room. You turned to face him, and his face was terrifying, his eyes were filled with a twisted obsession…for you...

“I know…everything about you {{Name}} … I love you… and you are going to be mine… forever…”

You take a step back and stumble to the ground, your eyes shake in fear. What the hell was this... and why you? Out of all people… why was it your luck to end up caught in this man’s twisted web. He kneeled to your eye level as he reached up and gripped your chin. You looked into his cold eyes and realized that there was no escape. This is where you will remain... forever. The man smiled at the scared look in your eyes, he relished every moment and every look on your face. You speak as he squishes your face between his thick and large fingers.

“You know my name… but I know nothing about you… do I at least get to know the name of my kidnapper…?”

He grins.

“When you put it that way, you make me sound crazy… but I guess you do deserve to know my name. Miguel… and for now that is all you need to know.”

Miguel presses his watch, and both of you are quickly teleported back to the living room where you were before. He reaches his hand out to you. He helps you up and lifts you up in his arms. He grins and kisses your forehead as that one swift motion takes you by surprise. His lips linger and as he pulls away, he grips you tightly and you can feel what seem to be claws dig into your skin. You flinch at the pain as he smiles maliciously as it brings him joy.

“Oh... how I love it when you make those faces.”

He begins to walk around a bit and then heads up the stairs still carrying you in his arms. He held you like you were the most valuable thing in the world. To him, you were.

“Now… you are going to follow some rules while you are here. This is your new home now of course. Rule 1: You will obey what I say and do as you are told. Break this rule and you will be punished.”

He reaches up and grips your face tightly with his right hand and turns your head to face him.

“So, if I say... lick my boot… you lick it. Got it? … Rule 2: You will talk to no other men besides me, understood? Rule 3: You will always do everything and anything to make me happy. You will make sure I get what I want. Rule 4: you are mine and only mine, you are my pet. Finally Rule 5: You never try to run away, if you do… well … you don’t want to find out.”

The fear continues to build in your eyes hearing the rules given. What kind of sick life was this? Clearly Miguel was obsessed and had some crazy ownership kink. After a while he led you down a long hallway with a single door at the end. He stopped in front of it as you turned to face him as he set you down. He pulled you close by the waist that made your heart skip for some odd reason. He held your chin up to face him as he towered over you with his massive height.

“Do you understand these conditions, {{Name}}?”

Your heart flutters a bit as you nod in agreement. What was happening? Your mind was spinning as he had some kind of hypnotic spell over you. At the same time, you were only going to do what he said and agree for the fact that you wanted to survive. You didn’t even have an idea of how to get back home. You were stuck. For what you knew so far, your old life was gone. At the same time, it didn’t bother you too much. You had a job that you hated and no family that wanted you. You really had nothing left to lose.

The rules repeat in your head, you believed in what he said and didn’t want to find out what would happen if you disobeyed or broke any of the rules. You knew these rules were true and were to be taken seriously. He grinned widely as he flashed his fangs.

“Good girl, Qué Buena. Now, let me show you the final room in the house where we are going to spend most of our lovely time together.“

He unlocked and opened the door and led you in. The room was full of lots of leather gear and sadomasochism like equipment that you knew people used for BDSM and other sexual fantasies. Chills ran down your spine as you realized what this room was for and what Miguel had planned for you. You had only seen and heard about rooms like these in movies and novels. You traced your fingers over almost every piece of equipment, trying to guess what each one did and was for. Miguel leaned against the doorway with his arms folded across his chest. A smile spread across his face, as he watched you explore the playroom.

His mouth began to water with excitement, desperate to do everything his mind dreamed of doing to you as you walked around the room. He imagined what it would be like to use every piece of equipment your hand grazed over on you. He soon felt pressure against his zipper as he grew hard from the thought alone. He whistled over to you as he stepped fully through the door, closing and locking it behind him. You turned to face him, and you could see the hunger in his eyes. Hunger, for you.

“Come here, muñeca”

He waves his finger, calling you over to him. You swallow hard, nervous of what is about to go down. You sweat and fiddle with your fingers.

“M..Miguel, can we not do this... I’m kind of- “

Miguel grabs a whip off the rack and smacks it against his leg as he glares, speaking in a dark and serious tone.

“Did we forget what Rule#1 was, {{Name}}? I said…come here.”

He sat on the end of the silk covered bed and leaned forward waiting for you to come over. His face was cold and serious. You swallowed hard and walked over to him quickly and quietly. Once you were in front of him, he grinned and he leaned back on the bed, whip still in hand.

“Strip for me.”

You hesitate for a moment, and he yells sharply.

“I SAID FUCKING STRIP!”

You jolt at the raise of his voice and tears begin to blur your vision as you slowly begin to undress. Miguel grins as he enjoys the view. You soon are left in just your bra and panties; you stop thinking that was all. He clicks his tongue as he smirks devilishly.

“Quítalo todo, mi amor”

You begin to shake nervously as you slip your panties off and toss them to the side. At this point, all your pride was gone. You reach behind yourself and unhook your bra, and like that your breasts are exposed to the cold air. You look up at Miguel, your face red with embarrassment and humiliation. You had never done something so suggestive in your life. Miguel’s grin grew as he licked his lips, looking you up and down.

“Good girl…. Now, get on your knees, honey.”

He pointed down in between his legs as he gave the command. You stepped forward and did as you were told, your heart pounding, your body cold. You looked at the floor as you knelt. The room soon began to echo with the clinking of Miguel undoing his belt. You look up in shock as he towers over you, and he pulls his zipper down with excitement.

“Now, now… Don’t look so shy, {{name}}. I’ll take good care of you, mi vida.”

Miguel then pulled his pants down slightly, just enough that his erect cock is now exposed, inches away from you. You could almost feel the heat from it radiate in your face. Your eyes widen in shock and your palms begin to grow sweaty. You had never done anything like this before, and deep down you were terrified. Miguel grins from the scared look on your face, not being able to wait any longer. He pulls your hair hard, and you groan from the sudden pain.

“Now, suck it, Princess.”

Without warning, Miguel pushes your head forward, forcing his cock deep in your mouth. You begin to whimper and choke. The vibration from your cries only makes him keep going harder. Miguel moans from the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him. After a few moments he yanks your hair forward and you gasp for air and cough, saliva dripping out your mouth as you do.

“What a lovely mouth you have, hermosa. Now let the fun begin.”

Miguel picks you up and lays you down on the bed as he begins to unbutton his tight white shirt and throws it to the ground. Miguel crawls onto the bed over you and reaches up and pulls down a rope with leather handcuffs. He clicks and locks them around your wrist, as he leans down to kiss your cheek. He whispers seductively in your ear.

“Now… Just relax hermosa…”

Miguel then moves back and reaches over to grab a loose rope on the other end of the bed. He yanks on it hard, and the cuffs pull at your locked wrists, hoisting you up. You groan from the pain as he slowly brings you up till you are on your knees again. You dangle from your wrists as Miguel ties the rope off on a hook connected to the bed. Miguel steps back off the bed as he chuckles, admiring his work as you dangle from your wrists.

“Tight enough for you, {{name}}?”

You look at him embarrassed as your heartbeat quickens, a lump forms in your throat as you try to speak.

“What kind of sick game is this...?”

Miguel walks over to a dresser and pulls out a flogger and a blindfold. He grins seductively as his eyes still hold the same lust and crazy obsession over you.

“You will soon see, mi vida. I promise you will grow to love it and me, as much as I love you, {{name}}.”

He makes his way back to you as he covers your eyes with the blindfold. You get a chill up your spine as soon as everything goes dark. The loss of your vision made your heart race, confused about why this brought you pleasure. After a few moments of silence, Miguel hits your bare ass with the flogger. You gasp as you thrush forward in the pain, the cuffs rattle as the pain begins to grow into a stinging sensation. Miguel growls behind you as he wraps his arms around you. He bites down on your neck as he grabs your breast, his other hand sliding down your stomach and in between your legs. You arch your body and moan as you feel your body begin to burn up. He slides his fingers between your folds, feeling how wet you have become.

Miguel lets go of your breast as he reaches up and grips your chin.

“Ay mi vida, I see you are growing to like this… just stay quiet for me, just like this. Let only your body and your breath communicate with me, understand?”

You nod in compliance as you bite your lip. Miguel slaps your ass hard, leaving a handprint. He reaches down and jerks on his throbbing cock as he looks at you. He grits his teeth as he slips himself between your legs, your wet cunt lubricating his rod. You shiver at the feeling of how close he was to you. Your mind was running at a hundred miles, how did you end up in such a situation in a single night? He grabbed the flogger and whipped your stomach, one of the strands gazed your breast and you jolt forward and groan from the pain.

“I hope this isn’t your first time my love…Because I’m not going to be gentle, I have waited too long to be patient with you.”

Miguel pulled at your hips as he entered you. Your body shivers as you groan from the pain as blood drips down your thigh. Miguel ignores this as it brings him more excitement, knowing that he was the first and the last to enjoy your once pure body. He gripped at your waist hard as his claws sunk in deep as he continued to fuck you hard. Each thrust rattled your cuffs, and it soon became less and less painful as your body adjusted to the new sensation. Miguel growled as his mouth salivated in pure bliss and pleasure.

“Que bien mi vida, soon your tight pussy will take shape of my cock and mine alone…forever.”

Your moans echoed and filled the room. They were like sweet music to his ears as it encouraged Miguel to go on harder and longer, wanting to hear more of your sweet song that was made just for him. Miguel soon pulled out and hooked your hips up to a harness, your full body dangling from the top beams of the bed. Miguel spread your folds open and began to lick and suck the sweet nectar your body was producing. Your body shivered at the feeling of his hot breath grazing your skin.

“Que rico eres, mi vida.”

Your face grows hotter as you bite your lip, your body twitching from overload. Your body twitching arouses Miguel further as he stands on the bed and grips your hips, entering you once more. This time he was able to get a better stance and fucks you even harder. It felt as if your body was going to break if he kept on going. You cry out in over excursion of pleasure and without your control, your pussy only gripped on harder, pulling him in for more.

“Yes… moan for me… just like that…let your cunt swallow me whole, hermosa.”

Miguel’s thrusts into you one last time as he fills you up with his load. You both moan as you finish together. As he pulls out, he watches his load drip out of you, wetting and staining the sheets with a light pink hue. Miguel kisses you rear and smacks it one last time as he huffs out of breath as he grins.

“Get use to this, mi vida. It only gets worse from here. Your mine now.”

And like that, your fate was sealed. You were his forever, his pet, his sex slave. He got what he finally wanted…you.

#spiderverse #spider man across the spiderverese #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fanfiction #bdsmkink #miguel o'hara fic

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deadbydad · 1 month

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Miguel O'Hara (Across The Spiderverse): More Than Just A Sexy and Hot Character

For Context: I'm not saying that people shouldn't write fanfics about him, that's fine! Keep doing what you want with him, this is just my opinion!

Miguel O'Hara is a character I see get talked a lot about, but some of it just isn't right, the way his character is talked about. And a lot of people, and I mean a lot, sexualize the fuck out of him....and I really do not like that, people who just like him to sexualize him. There is more to his character than being sexy and hot.

It's annoying to just see people write just straight up sexual stuff about him, like that's all his character was for, when it wasn't!

He is an important and interesting character in the film!

This man has so much character and depth to him and we didn't even see that much of him in the movie.

Miguel isn't a villain.

I know this because he isn't just full on aggressive with Miles the first time they meet. He isn't rude to Gwen when they meet for the first time either.

With Gwen, he gives her a watch and an opportunity after what happened with her father. With Miles, he was understanding with him when he told Miles about the Canon Event and what was going to happen to his father.

Miguel isn't a villain, he's the antagonist.

Yes, I know that he hurt Miles badly and also hurt Gwen and was aggressive when they didn't listen to him, but you have to understand that because of what happened to him and what he did, he only thinks that what he thinks is the only way to do things with Canon Events, that he is the only one who's right.

Miguel destroyed his daughter and that universe that she was in all because of a mistake, he wanted a family of his own and didn't want a little girl to be all alone because another version of him died, he saw a chance and took it, and all because of a mistake he made....Miguel ruined a universe and watched his daughter die in his hands.

Of course he's going to think that his way is the only way, it would be hard for him to accept otherwise, let alone listen to a fifteen year old tell him he's wrong. Miguel's trauma, what he had to witness all because of a choice he made, is something that he cannot just easily ignore or get rid of.

He has to live with that, it haunts him every day every time he looks at a picture of his daughter, and Miguel hates himself for what he did.

Miguel just doesn't know how to handle his trauma and what happened to him, he's not good with feelings and he needs therapy big time.

Miguel does not enjoy hurting and hunting down Miles. He doesn't want to do that, you can see that because of the way he talks to him when he explains the canon events for the first time.

Miguel isn't rude, up in his face, or screaming. He's talking in a calm and understanding tone, telling Miles that he's tried to stop the Canon Event multiple times but every time he did it only made things worse.

But he also has so much responsibility weighing on him also, being the leader of the Spider Society and also having multiple universes and time lines to watch over and protect, let a lone his own.

He's tired, and his trauma isn't helping with that either.

Miguel isn't @busive and a villain, he's just a fucked up character who doesn't know how to ask for help or how to talk about his feelings to others. He also grew up differently than the other characters and has his own childhood trauma that also affects his character (I will talk about that another day)

He isn't just a character made to be sexualized, and that should be talked about more.

Miguel O'Hara is a character who is flawed, traumatized, tired, scared, and broken.

He needs therapy, not a relationship, guys.

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #spiderman atsv #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099

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secretaccountlol · 2 years

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"Sex pollen? Nah sex gas, er liquid..?"

Hi, I'm back to give you new fanfic, I'm really happy with this one.

this was written with no pronouns (other than 'they' obvi), for the smut I do use female anatomy.'

This is based off of tasm and comicverse spiderman :)

Anyways! this 18+ but, the sex is like waaaayyy down the line, I'll even mark when the smut starts so you can skip the sex if you'd like :)

Okay CW time!: Swearing, drugging? (the sex pollen lol), mention of Gwen's death (gotta add that angst), praise kink, lil teasing, pet names n nicknames wounds/blood mentioned (not graphic!), switch peter, switch reader, mention of loving boobs.

Summary!: After you and spidey try to figure out how to reverse the effect of a new gas goblin has created but things go south.

She's a loooong one!! (forgive me if there are some mistakes, one-man band)

3,856 WORDS OF PURE WHOLESOMENESS (and smut) BABBYYY

As always please comment, reblog, and like! I might write a sequel if you do!

your journey awaits my love <3

You twist the knobs on the microscope, and carefully notes are scattered around the walls of your lab. “Ah? Busy bee hmm?” You shriek, tripping over your chair, and you embrace for a hard fall. “Shit shit shit- I am so sorry, I did NOT mean to scare you like that!” you look up, The masked hero cradled you in his arms, his white lenses widened in horror. “I-it’s okay!” You leap outta his arms dusting yourself off. “Just been a Lil jumpy since the villain kidnapped me and all, haha..” you turn away from the costumed man.

The whole reason you and spidey became friends recently is that you were kidnapped by Doc Ock. Somehow he got hold of some old studies of yours and thought he could use “another brilliant mind” of course you said no you weren’t gonna help with his evil conquests and then, well he kidnapped you, forcing you to help him kill Spider-Man. Then Spider-Man saved you but pretty banged up in the process, you felt pretty guilty so you decided to help him with his gear and occasionally with taking down criminals- with science of course!

“Right right, sorry again..” you shrugged, still not facing him, pretending to be busy scribbling away so he won’t see your flushed face. A light thud hit the table, “I bought us tacos from your favorite place” you smile, you only told him about that place when you were trying to keep him from passing out from blood loss. You had read somewhere that you should keep talking to a patient to keep them from flatling, you were surprised he still remember considering he was fading in and out of consciousness.

You turn to face him, “You only buy those when I’m gonna have to do extra hard work” you bite your lip as you speak, if he didn’t have a mask on you’d swear Spider-Man was checking you out.

“I-uhm! Yeah haha, I do actually have work for you” he pulls out a vial from behind his back (where the fuck did he even hide-?) handing it to you, and you examine it holding it up to the light. “What is it?”

Spidey tsked, pulling himself up on your desk to sit while pulling his mask up to chomp on a taco. “Well, it’s a liquid version of a gas the green goblin used today on a crowd of people when we were fighting.” He stated, swallowing a bit of taco. “Once they were sprayed they became incredibly violent. It took me 2 hours just to web everyone down!!” Your eyes widen and you put down the vial cautiously in a container. “It wore off after a while but, I think we should try to reverse engineer it, perhaps even make a calming spray to combat it..!” He pulls down his mask and dusts off his fingers. “Ready to get to work?” His white lenses half-lidded in question, you nod. “But first lemme eat some tacos I’m starving!”

You stretch, looking at all the progress you and the spider made. He had stepped out to do patrol, but he helped you make a lot of progress with the serum. Who knew he was so smart? You kinda assumed he was a jock, not like dumb, but not genius smart. You chew on your pencil, enough about Spidey, focus on the task at hand, Y/N. You stare blankly into the microscope again, the red liquid turned into a delectable bubblegum pink now. You and Spider-Man figured out a way to make the serum “attack” Serotonin receptors, effectively making it, well, a stronger “happy gas” to combat Goblin's next attack.

You fall back into your chair sighing heavily, and you stare at the ceiling. You wish you could talk to him more, spidey only really came when he needed to pick your brain, “because two geniuses are better than one!”. You chuckle to yourself, It’s almost been a full year of knowing him now, your eyebrows knit in the thought of the times you had to patch him up at the lab and occasionally at your house. It took a while for you to open up to him, considering he’s a superhero they tend to attract trouble so you tried not to be TOO involved, strictly business on your side. Of course that didn’t last long, he was too sweet for you to keep playing coy. Yes, the time you spent with him was little and far in between but every laugh and stupid story he told in that short time made you fall more and more.

you liked him, like like him.

You drag yourself up from the chair, scribbling the results of the serum before pouring the serum itself into a vial, sealing it. Not too long after you hear a THWIP! As you turn your head to face the masked man. “Hey look what the cat- holy shit are you okay?!” You run over to check on the wounded spider, you’ll never really get used to seeing him in pain like this. “D..Don’t worry, still kicking” he kinda groaned out as you helped him into the chair you were once sitting in. “Please don’t joke at times like this. Here sit like this it’ll keep pressure on your wound...” you quickly dismissed his remarks frantically looking for your first aid kit on your paper-filled desk. You could hear him shuffle a bit, you turn quickly to stop him, “Nononono don’t move if you do you’ll stop the pressure-!” Spider-Man pouts “You’ve patched me up before, I know” You lean on your desk about to scold him again when you lose your grip.

Suddenly Spider-Man lunges towards you, you instinctively close your eyes, you hear a crash, and suddenly you feel a cool liquid drip down your back. “Shitshitshit!” You open your eyes to see a terrified spider-man, no, you didn’t- you couldn’t have, shit the happy gas- Well liquid? Fell on you! You get knocked out of your state of shock by Spider-Man’s groans again, gripping his side. You rush over to him, “I’m fin- healing already, it's just a flesh wound.” His hands whip towards you pressing his hands on your arms with a crushing force. “Weneedtoworryaboutyouthehappygasgotyouwhatare-” spider speaks faster than you can keep up. You try to calm him down by gripping his shoulder.

“Spidey, sh. I'm fine! See??” You stood up quickly dusting yourself off, you helped him back on his feet as well.

“God, this is all my fault. I should have been fast enough to catch you, I’m sorry” The masked hero ranted to the ground he was too ashamed to look in your eyes.

“It’s not your fault I’m clumsy, Webhead” you sighed, and looking back at your research, one test tube survived the fall. “Plus, I’m fine!” You gently grabbed his head lifting it to look into the white eyes (soulless) eyes.

“See?” You start doing the robot dance, it was something he did when you were sad and always made you laugh. You get a small chuckle from the sad man, You pause carefully before continuing.

“Spider, please be honest with me..That- catch me comment, that wasn’t really meant for me was it?” You're coaxing the answer out of him slowly, as he looks back at you and then back to the ground.

“I- yeah.” He sighs, you don’t remember grasping his hands but somehow he holds your hand in a vice grip. “My, uhm. First love.. she died- I wasn’t fast enough to catch her, she-“ he stops himself, you from breaking away from his bruising grip to hug him pulling him to your chest.

“It’s okay, we don’t need to talk about it anymore, okay?” He nods as steps away from you. “I’m sorry about- I shouldn’t tel- I don’t know why I-“ You put your hand up “Nope! We express our emotions here! You should never apologize for that. Especially considering all you do for this city.” You could tell he was smiling, even if you couldn’t see it.

— (smut starts here)

You rush to get your feet to touch solid ground as Webhead gently sets you down on the fire escape, you’ll never get used to soaring through the sky. “T-thank you” you grip his chest, and his logo twists as you bunch it up, god you fucking hated heights. “I would open my window but I'm a little scared to move haha.” He exhaled through his nose, snickering. “Hey, hey I got you” he bends down as he pulls it open, you sit on the window seal and slide in, thankful to touch actual solid ground. Spiderman turns to leave but you grab his hand, “I-uhm.” Shit, you really didn’t have a plan to make him stay. “I- should check your wounds to make sure they’re okay.” He laughs.

“I assure you I’m fine, honey.” You felt a zing through your body straight to your clit, you have to stop yourself from moaning. God, keep it together!

“I-uhm still would feel better if I check” you fiddle with your clothes letting go of his hand.

“Mm, I think it’s something else.” He sits on your window seal, and you step back.

“I-well” you rock back and forward on your feet.

“If you want me to stay, you don’t have to make an excuse y’know” you look up, his head is tilted at you, he hops down and closes the window.

“Now what should we do now?” He clasped his hands together, you smiled so big your cheeks hurt.

His hands landed on your shoulders squeezing you, and you felt that zing again. “Fuck” you muttered, you definitely have a waterfall in your pants now. What the hell is going on with you right now? Yeah, spider is hot but you’ve never been this horny over just his touch.

“Hmm? What’s up?” spidey eyes quirked, and his hands slid down to your arms. You moaned, FUCK you moaned. You instantly pull away from him, “ IAMSOSORRYIDIDNT-ITI-“ you rushed out as many words as you could as he stood in bewilderment.

“Hey, are you okay?” You tilt your head, and you rub your arm anxiously. “Y-yea uhm why wouldn’t I be haha..” you stutter out, he walks closer to you. “Your...eyes are very dilated.” He tries to take a step closer but you move back, this continues until you fall on the bed.

“Gotcha! Now for the love of god just- please stay still” you fidget as he comes closer to examine you, you hear him mutter some mental notes to him before he slowly attempts to put his hand on your cheek, you immediately flinch and move away. “D-don’t touch me! ” you did not want another waterfall to happen tonight. You bit your lip, why were you acting like this? This is definitely not normal.. that’s when it hit you. The liquid, you and spiderman thought you only neuralized the angry effect on the liquid which is why nothing happened to you after it fell on you. I guess you could check that theory off, clearly, something was happening.

“Spider-Man, the serum..I think it’s affecting me. When you touch me I get ..hot..” you could barely get words out.

“You- you should leave spidey, this could be dangerous, even contagious.” You hug yourself, the heat was getting unbearable but you couldn’t undress in front of him, that was a line you aren’t willing to cross, yet. You also needed to run a few tests on yourself to make sure this- sickness wasn’t permanent.

“No! I don’t wanna leave you like this, this is my responsibility too. Let me help you” he held your face gingerly, and you bit your lip to keep from whimpering. “You feel so good on my skin..” you mutter to him. Wait- did oh god you said that out loud, that wasn’t supposed-.

The wall-crawler's eyes widened, “Oh?” You nodded “I’ve always wondered what you’d be like in bed, spider.” What the fuck are you saying?? Why can’t you control what’s coming out of your mouth?!

“I-is that so?” He was strangely quiet. You move your head and give a lick to one of his digits, he makes a strangled groan. “I shouldn’t- you're sick..serum must be making you a-act” he moves his hand away but you grab his wrist before he can. “I’ve been liking you for a while now, Spiderman. I’ve just never had the guts to say it, this serum is giving me a boost in confidence, let’s say” you were so clear and concise, you couldn’t stop the words flowing from your fault.

You could see Adam's apple move as he mulled it over, you crawled towards him, reaching for his mask. “Ah- wai-“ he grabs your hands at lighting speed. “Don’t worry spidey, I just wanna kiss you.” You whisper “Can I at least have that, hm?” You were gone, the you knew was locked up, the new you came out to play, apparently, they were very dominant and flirty.

The masked hero nodded slowly, you slipped your hands under his mask pulling it lightly. His hands are still tightly banded around yours. You push a kiss lightly to his lips, and he drops your hands instantaneously in favor of putting them behind your head to deepen the kiss, soon you’re full-blown making out.

He pulls away first, panting. “Shit.” His hands travel to your waist, and you shiver. “You were definitely right about this being contagious..” his hands roamed your body as he took you all in.

“Mm, you are so beautiful like this. You were so cute asking me to stay earlier, I couldn’t resist teasing you about it.”

Spider-Man’s voice was low and raspy as he pushed you down on the bed. “If I knew you wanted me to, I would have fucked your brains out 20 times by now, honey.” You moan as he unbuttoned your top. “I love the nicknames you give me, mm..” His hands glide on your skin. “Oh? Mm, you’re too cute” he chuckles.

Suddenly you were back, well back to normal. “S-Spidey, god I’m so sorry I didn’t-“ you yelped as you felt teeth on your neck. “Hah, cute reaction.” Holy shit.. Spider-Man, New York’s friendly neighbor Spider-Man was literally on top of you, giving you a hickey.

“Sp-spidey I- mm” his tongue traveled lower to your breast. “This is in my way” you hear a snap as your bra is ripped off you, and you gasp covering yourself immediately.

“Hm? What’s wrong you were so into this a minute ago?” He sat back a bit to look at you, you squirm under his eyes, he thinks. “Tsk. Oh, I see the serum made you have a pseudo personality to make you get laid then you revert back to yourself when the process is put in motion..” he stated you cocked your brow. “You thought that up in 30 seconds?”

He nodded. “Well I am still Spider-Man, consider me to be his ego.” He dips back down to kiss your neck, as he pries your hands off your boobs. “Mm- Wait-! what if he doesn’t want this?” Spider-Man pulls back to hover over you, and he smirks.

“Really? Do you truly think he doesn’t want to fuck you? He’s literally had a thing for you since you met. Sweetheart, I can’t make this body do anything that it doesn’t. I’m a reflection of his desire.” You feel like a hot coal, and he’s the fire. “Oh..but- why haven’t you changed back yet?” Spider-Man groans.

“God you ask a lot of questions, I guess that’s partly why he likes you..Mm, basically I have the controls now, and mm I don’t wanna give it back, quite yet .” He pauses to give you another hickey, on your breast. “Give you a spin before I do, darling. Now enough talking.”

Spider-Man hand slips in your underwear, and arch your back. Your senses are still very heightened, “Aw, I have even started rubbing your clit” he kissed the side of your mouth. “P-please.” You whisper to him, “please make me feel..good, spidey.” You could feel his dick harden more in his spandex.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.” He frantically pulled his suit as you do the same to your pants. You looked at each other, his body was insane, he was beautifully sculpted, and you gulped. “Did I-? Wha-oh god.. I thought I was just dreaming again.” Spider-Man quickly covered his very large cock you giggle. “ You dreamed about fucking me?” You tease. “I-I mean- sometimes but like not in a weird way I would never-..well..uh..shit” he rubbed his head sheepishly.

You both stare at each other before you speak up again.

“Well, we-.. should finish what we started d-don’t you think?” You spluttered out.

“Are you sure..we..I-“ His lips were moving but nothing was coming out. God, at this point you just wanna get laid.

“Look! We both know what we wanna do to each other!! We basically confessed already!! Let’s just.. fuck already!” He looked at you stunned before, slowly getting back on the bed with you, laughing. “Mm, I guess you know what you want huh?” He teased you. “Well..I had some time to figure it out..” you flushed. His hand hovered over your breast, and you nod. He knead your beast softly, as he licked and prodded them. “So beautiful. I love them, I love you” he looks at you through his lenses, you could feel the love. “I love .. you too, though I’ve never seen your face. But I guess that proves I do love you for you.” You whisper, as he sits up, he stares at you for a moment before ripping off his mask like a second skin.

In front of you is this gorgeous man, with slightly long brown hair, delicious chocolate eyes, and the cutest nervous smile.

“A-are you okay? You’re being very quiet.” His voice was small. “Oh! I-I’m perfect, you're perfect.” you caress his cheek, and he closes the distance as he slips his hands down. You moan in his mouth as he toys with your clit, you buck up grinding against it, “Can I eat you out?” His voice was light, and you nod. “Honey I need verbal communication.” He moved down your body as he spoke, opening your legs but not keeping his eyes level with yours. You squeak a bit “Y-yes, please eat me out, spidey” you covered your face with your hands looking through the cracks of your fingers. “Actually, my name is Peter, Peter Parker .” You beam, “Well hello Peter, nice to meet you.” You chuckled, ruffling his hair as he softly lowered himself down, you jumped as he licked one long stride up. “You taste wonderful” before you could reply he sucked your clit. “Oh god, Peter!” You threw your head back, “Shit- you’re so-Mm” you tugged on his hair as he buried his mouth deeper into you, that’s when his fingers felt his fingers fill you with a delicious ache.

“Oh my god- Peter!” You thrashed around, Peter put his hands on your legs to keep you in place. “Wai- I’m gonna cum, S-Stop!” He pulled away, a string of cum and saliva stuck to his mouth, he grins his eyes low. “Well that’s the point, It’ll make it easier for you cum later on my cock.” His fingers started pumping and curling into you again, you threw your head back again, whimpering, and you whining his name. “It’s okay, let it go” his voice soothes your burning soul, and you unconsciously ball up. “Shh, that’s it come on” you couldn't even moan, you just shuddered as you finally came. He lazily kissed your lips as you recovered.

“I-I think I’m ready for you, n-now” you stare at him, and he smiles back as he leans back rubbing your pussy, to get some of your juices to pump his cock with. He lines himself up with yourself. He slowly pushed himself into you, His moans were delectable, and his hands found yours as he leaned over you. “Move, plea- god.. please move.” You groan, and he obliges.

“Fuck, I feel like I’m gonna cum already. You feel amazing. My god, you know that? You're amazing, y’know?” He rambles, you mewl. “You are too, spidey- mm. God you’re- so so good at th-this. I-I'm -fuck.. I’m gonna cum a-again.” You seize up, Peter rubs your clit in circles and you buck against it, whining harshly. “P-Peter! Please- t-too much” you come feel yourself go numb. “Shh baby, just feel it.“ your eyes closed as you came again, and you pant.

“I’m not done with you yet, Hold on just a little more baby.” His voice was husky. You chuckled and nod “You and your inhuman st-stamina” Peter smiled touching his nose with yours. “Hey love, uhm- are you on? “ you snickered “Yes I’m on birth control. No worries, don’t wanna have any mini spideys around here” he chuckles as he starts Impaling you once more, and you gasp. “Holy fuck you’re so big-“ you gasp once more, gripping his arms. “Mm s-sorry” Peter groaned. “N-no it’s a good thing, oh-!” You start seeing stars as he slams into you once more.

“Good, mm- I’m almost there-“ he was breathless, your hands rubbing through his hair. “I-I can take it, p-please. Cum in me please, Peter.” Peter replies with a guttural moan as he pounds into you. You finally feel it, as his seed fills you, you see white, gripping his shoulder as you cum again.

(Smut ends here)

You jolt up, promptly regretting it as your sore body compels you back down on your bed, you grunt. You look down, an arm wrapped around your waist. What? Whose? How-? The mystery figure groans. Oh shit- you fucked Spider-Man last night. Well, Peter, he said his name was Peter.

“Morning love” you cast your eyes down again, He looked like a god with the sun rays on his face. His hands brushed against your face, “Morning Peter”

“So- I.. wanted to take you on a date to this coffee shop around the corner.” He traced circles on your skin and you hummed at the sensation. “Mm yeah that sounds nice, I’d love to go on a date with you.” You laugh. “Plus afterward, we can figure out how to not make a powerful sex potion.” He poked your nose, snorting at your joke. “Mm, I dunno I thought you liked it?” His eyes crinkled as you covered your hands up with your face. “God Peter no more teasing I’m already still cringing from what I said last night!” Both of you burst out laughing.

“Come on, let's go get some breakfast.” He sat up. “Check in the drawer I have some guy clothes in there from an ex a long time ago.” He nods that you're thankful he didn’t ask questions. You do the same, putting on some clothes.

You two hold hands as you both step outside, “Ready to face the world again, Spider-Man?” Peter nods. “I am when you're by my side.”

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El Destino- Chapter Two

Miguel O’Hara x Spider-woman Reader fanfic

Ch. 1

Chapter two is finally here! I’m sorry it came out later than I promised. We’ve all suffered from writer’s block at times. Ideas for one-shots kept flooding my mind it was hard to focus. But I’m so happy it’s finished!

Apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Enjoy!💕

Wc: 2k

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“Welcome to Spider Society, Y/n.” The woman named Jess extended her hand out, helping you up.

“Um, thank you.”

“Hey, Jess! Who’s the new recruit?” Said a man walking over in a robe and slippers.

“Her name’s Y/n. But I’m not sure who brought her here.” Jess’s eyes narrowed, wary of your mysterious appearance.

“I-I met a man named Miguel; he opened the weird orange thing.” The man in the robe laughed as Jess continued to eye you suspiciously.

“Did he bring you here?” Asked Jess.

“Well, no, I walked in after him. He told me that I was a spider-woman? The past 24 hours have been really weird. I’m sorry if I did something wrong.”

“Were you bitten by a spider?” Asked the man.

“Yes. Last-” You paused your words when a familiar spider walked towards you.

“What is going on here? Why are you here?” Miguel’s eyes narrowed under his mask.

“You came out of nowhere. Told me I was superhuman and not the only one, as there are multiple universes. And then you just leave!”

“It’s too soon for you to be here. You don’t even know how to shoot your web.” Miguel argued. You walk towards him, glaring daggers at him. “Are you always like this?” The lenses in Miguel’s mask narrow, crossing his arms. Most people would run away if they ever picked a fight with him. But you were not having any of his bullshit.

“Like what?” His words dripped with anger.

“An asshole who does whatever he pleases, and no one will challenge him because they’re afraid of you.” Silence echoed throughout the halls as Spiders who were nearby stopped in fear of what Miguel would do to this newbie. Minutes pass by, and nothing is still said.

He suddenly moved, pressing buttons on his watch before a new orange portal emerged. You didn’t realize it the first time, but the portal was almost hypnotic if you stared at it for too long. It would blow anyone’s mind away; it was the bridge between worlds.

Miguel stood in front of the portal before reaching his hand out toward you. Before going, you give one last look at the world around you. A world filled with people who went through the same thing as you. There’s almost a sense of mental connection. Like you know who they are. It was a sense. Spider sense? You shook your head and smiled at the silly thought. A sigh left you as you hoped you could see this place again one day. Taking his hand, he leads you into the portal. Your stomach flipped as, in seconds, you were back in the alleyway. The only difference was it had gotten a lot darker. You check your phone to show that it is 10pm. You groan in frustration at how much time was wasted, and groceries lost as you see them scattered about and shredded by the rats.

Realizing you still held his hand, you remove it immediately from his. As you walk away, exhaustion creeps its way up your body. After turning the corner, you freeze and turn to look up at the man now on the side of a building. “If you’re going to follow me until I get home, it would be less creepy if you just walked next to me.”

Miguel jumped from the building, landing right next to you. Your gaze glanced towards him as he raised to his full height. Cheeks dusted pink as your gaze moves elsewhere.

A huff comes from you as the silence begins to bug you. “So what’s next for becoming Spiderwoman?”

“Work on controlling your powers.”

“Any tips to do that?” You look back at him. He was such a serious man. From what you could tell, he showed no emotion. Well, except for anger.

“You have to figure it out yourself.” You stop, which Miguel does a few feet ahead of you. He turned back, his eyes lenses shifting, confused by your sudden stop.

“Seriously?” You say.

“What?”

Your mouth agape, not believing his confusion.

“You can’t give me any advice?”

“No, every spider has to figure it out on their own. You have to as well. It’s the order in all things.” You begin to walk, now ahead of him.

“Ugh! I can’t stand you anymore.” You go through the front door to your apartment complex, and he still follows right next to you. You arrive at your door and bring out your keys. As you try to find the right one, you find them stuck to your hand. You groan in frustration as you try to shake them off your hand.

“Relax.” Miguel softly spoke.

“What?” The frustration is apparent on your face; he stands before you and gently takes your hand.

“Just relax your body. Think of something that will calm your mind.” Your gaze looks down toward your hand. You didn’t realize before how it engulfed your hand. You felt so small compared to him. His soft touch calmed you down as he lifted the keys from your hand.

“Is it this one?” He gestures towards a silver key. You only can nod as he helps unlock your door.

“You’re not ready yet. You need time to adjust to your new abilities. When that comes, you can join Spider Society.”

“I understand. But you flooded me with so much information. How can I go back to living my normal life? I know it won’t be completely normal.” You look up at him. If only you could see the face behind that mask. To really see what he is thinking.

“Though my visit to your world was unexpected, I should have kept my distance until the time was right.”

“Why didn’t you?” Your brows furrowed from his hesitation.

“I’m not sure myself.”

Your hands reach up, hoping to remove his mask, but he grabs your wrist mid-air.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“I want to see your face. It feels weird to talk to someone behind a mask. And it’s the least you can do for all the trouble you’ve caused me.” A small smile graced your lips after hearing him let out a deep chuckle. He lets go of your wrist as his mask suddenly disappears.

Dark brown eyes meet (e/c) as you trace over his face. His black hair smoothed back as a strand, or two rested on his forehead. You gaze down at his soft lips, quickly looking away from them to not raise suspicion. Seeing him now. You didn’t expect this. Not one bit.

You mentally shake your head from the nonsense thinking as you move to open your door. Turning around again, you gaze into his eyes. He still looked so serious under the mask. But his eyes. They held so much hidden emotion trapped behind a wall.

“Thank you for taking me home.”

“You’re welcome.” Silence falls as you begin to speak.

“I guess this is goodbye then.” You say.

“Yes. Maybe in time, our paths will cross again.”

“Maybe.” You give one last smile before slowly closing the door. You slide down against the door, your head resting against your knees. The pounding of your heartbeat echoed in your ears, your cheeks ablaze.

Why are you acting like this? You were acting like a helpless schoolgirl.

After a few moments, you get up and get ready for bed. Hitting the covers, your eyelids become heavy. All of today’s events finally catching up to you.

…

Morning sunlight wakes you from your sleep. Sitting up in bed, memories of yesterday come flooding your mind. It almost felt like a dream, but your new physical attributes reminded you it was real.

A piece of paper catches your eye as you quickly move out of bed towards your window. Opening it, you grab the paper.

I’m assuming your world has a Central Park. Meet me at Belvedere Castle in Sundown.

-Miguel

He must have come back when you were asleep. You decided since you were up, you would get ready for work.

Brushing your teeth, you faced the same situation as last night with your keys. But you remember what Miguel said. The brush suddenly dropped to the counter after you relaxed. You jump up and down with a little cheer, happy to have taken a step in controlling your abilities.

You head out the door, deciding to treat yourself to a coffee and sweet pastry on the way to work.

Arriving at work, you head towards the meeting room to hear the new stories and who should cover them.

“Another robbery? Anything else? We'll lose our audience if we keep doing just plain bank theft.” Said your editor-in-chief. As you take a seat, his gaze turns to you.

“Anything new to report, Y/n? Any good stories about where your brother works?” You sigh internally. Your boss always asked if you knew what was happening behind the curtain at Alchemex. Of course, you knew some small things. But you wouldn’t betray your brother like that, even if he can be annoying most of the time.

“Nothing new, sir. And though I am close with my brother, I don’t know much about what he works on.” You lied. You knew crazy experiments went on in there. One is an obvious spider that can give you powers.

“I see. Well, finish your final edits to that story on the mayor. Your soon-to-be sister-in-law is becoming a captain, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“See if she would be interested in a profile piece.”

“I’ll call her and ask.” The meeting continued for another hour and a half before you could go to your office.

You finished your edits with ease, as there weren’t too many left from your boss. You emailed him the final draft before calling Michelle.

“Hey girl, what up?” From the background noise, it looked like she was in her car.

“Hey! Did I catch you at a good time?”

“Yeah! Today’s been slow, which sucks. How’ve you been?”

“Same things. Just writing.” You hesitate before speaking. The urge to tell her what happened was knowing at the back of my head. But it wasn’t the right time. “Speaking of writing, my boss got word of your promotion to captain. He asked me if you would be interested in a profile piece?”

“I would be honored! A profile piece from one of the top writers at the Nueva York Times!”

“Awesome! How about you come early for dinner on Friday?”

“Sounds perfect! Oh, I forgot to ask last time. How did the date with Adam go?”

“It was nice. He asked to go out again on Saturday.”

“Omg! That’s amazing! Where is he taking you?!” Her voice went higher; excitement was evident in her tone. You rolled your eyes and smiled. She cared so much about your love life. With how much you spent working, you were grateful that she cared this much.

“Another dinner.”

“Maybe something more after?” You could hear her grin on the phone.

“Depends on how well it goes.” You hear someone talking to her on the other end.

“Well, I have to go. Something came up on the radio. But I’ll see you Friday, if not sooner!” The two of you say goodbye before hanging up.

You haven’t thought about Adam in a while. He was a sweet guy. Cute too. But you didn’t feel a connection with him. Not yet, at least. You’ve only been on two dates.

The day went by fast, as it was already two hours before sundown.

Arriving at your apartment, you shower and get ready in simple clothing. By the time you get on the subway and walk to Belvedere Castle, it is sundown. You sit on a bench waiting for Miguel. A moment later, you see a casual man walking towards you. Getting a closer look, you realize it was him.

You stand up and walk towards him, now only standing a foot away. Turning your head up, you smile as you look at him.

“I didn’t expect our paths to meet so soon?” A chuckle leaves your lips.

“I guess I had a change of heart.” A chuckle followed. You never thought such a serious man could smile.

“So what brings this little rendezvous?”

Miguel’s gaze leaves yours as a sigh leaves his lips before looking back at you.

“I’m going to teach you how to become spiderwoman.”

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CHAPTER FIVE

Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again

an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic

You can access the previous chapter here: Chapter Four | Series Masterlist Access

PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!reader (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader

SUMMARY: After having a self declared immersion in the continental, you began thinking about your life choices. Things that happened in your past and of what will happen in the future, and these thoughts had given you an answer to Tony’s offer.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello! here’s chapter five. yay for progress (?) anyways, i hope that you’ll like this chapter. chapter six is already in the works, if i finish them soon, i’ll be able to post it on the weekends. likes, reblogs, and comments are very appreciated. thank you for sticking with my story! as always, pls excuse the typos ><

REMINDERS: this story is pure fiction. i do not own the characters of avengers, spider-man, and john wick franchise. this work is originally written by the author (me), please do not copy or repost my work in other platforms.

WARNINGS: foul language, violence, guns and knives, mention of death

WORD COUNT: 3,155

You almost gave Peter your marker.

Keyword, almost. But after what had happened back at Abram’s warehouse, you felt like it was your last day. You’re not going to lie to yourself though, a man had put a plastic bag in your head, you found it very hard to breathe that you almost past out, and you were thankful that you had managed to get away. You had never expected for Peter at all, of all people to come bursting in the warehouse and helping you. You still find everything crazy.

As you walk along the pavement, the sun was already rising when you had arrived in the continental, you greeted the concierge and grabbed your new set of keys. You just want to rest and sleep, maybe go AWOL for a day or two.

“We have taken it upon ourselves to move you belongings to your new room, Ms. Jovanovich.”

“Alright. Thank you so much.” The concierge nodded.

The new room was much better than the first. You locked your doors and hoped that the repeat of the incident last night won’t happen again, but you’re sure of it. After the stunt that Anya pulled, she won’t be able to enter the hotel anymore. She almost killed Lee, and it’s one of the most important rule in the hotel—no blood in the continental, it doesn’t matter if Lee was saved or not, there had still been a blood spilled in the continental. It’s wise if she should just steer clear, but no matter how much she ran away from it, she’ll still about to get executed by the management anyways.

When you had finished freshening up and changing to some comfy clothes, you laid down on the bed, certainly missing the comfort of it after being seated on a chair for god knows how long that it made your butt numb. You stared at the ceiling, grabbing your blood oath marker on the bedside. You looked at it, and opened it.

“I almost gave you away, huh? It’s hard for us assassins to ask for a help, but if we asked for help from others as a last resort or had been helped by others because they needed to—which is a rare occurrence for the latter, who the hell would help an assassin anyways? It’s silly that we always turn to you as a sign of owing someone for the help that they did for us. A small metal thing as an exchange for their help.” You chuckled.

“I don’t really want to owe someone. But if ever it’s Peter, then it’ll just be alright, I guess? Peter is a far much better choice than those people under the High Table.” You sighed and put back the marker on the bedside.

You’re planning on staying at the hotel for another two more days, and heading back to the avengers compound. At some point, you are considering on accepting Tony’s offer of staying at the compound, maybe you can live with him while your house is getting rebuilt—in which you have to start planning on, and accepting his offer as well in transferring to Midtown. Maybe this can help you get Abram off of your trail, the more you’re surrounded by a lot of people, the better. It’s least likely for Abram to target you out in the open that’s full of teenagers.

You continued on staring at the ceiling, until you felt your eyes closing and falling completely asleep.

It was three weeks later that you found yourself checking out of the hotel in the middle of the night. You were about to leave after two days, but ended up leaving after a whole ass month. You figured out that you needed a couple weeks of silence to yourself. No thinking of everything, just a couple more weeks to be by yourself. Basking in the temporary safety that the hotel gives you before going out again in the real world.

“It’s a pleasure having you with us, Ms. Jovanovich.” The concierge told you as you were checking out of the hotel.

“Likewise. Please send my thanks to Winston.” The concierge nodded.

“We hope to see you again soon.” You nodded and began walking towards the exit.

As you leave the continental, you began walking the direction towards the compound, blending once again into the night.

It was at around five in the morning when you arrived at the compound. You would’ve arrived a bit earlier, but you stopped by for a coffee at one of those 24/7 coffee shop and managed to have a chat with the nice girl that was working the graveyard shift. You pretty much had lost track of time, and when you arrived, you saw Steve doing some laps around the compound, and saw you.

“Hey, where have you been?” Steve said as he gave you a hug, “You’ve been gone for a month.”

“Out on a business trip. Didn’t Friday told you? I left him a memo to pass to you guys when you arrive from your mission.”

“Yeah, we did. But still wanted to know directly from you.”

“I’m back now, no need to worry.” Steve smiled at you and ruffled your hair.

“Good to have you back at the compound, kiddo. The rest of the guys are missing you, you’ve been gone for too long. Especially Tony, been calling you and you never answered, been driving him on the edge.” You chuckled.

“No phones allowed on business trips.” You shrugged and smiled, he laughed.

“Well you go on now and get some rest.”

“Thanks, cap.”

“No problem, kid.” You hugged him and made your way to the entrance.

The compound was still quiet, no sign of any of the team being awake yet. That’s good, you’ll be able to go to your room in silence. You took the advantage while everyone is not up yet, you want to deal with their questions once you’ve fully regained your energy, because some of them won’t make it easy for you.

Arriving to your room, you see Koda sleeping on your bed. You missed your little fluff ball so much. When Koda noticed you, he quickly jumped off of the bed and tackled you. You closed your room to block the noise from coming out. You lift him up and put him down on the bed, you changed into a comfy clothes and joined Koda on the bed.

“Hey buddy, how are you? Were you a good boy while I’m gone?” You ruffled his head, “Hey Fri?”

“Welcome back, Ms. Jovanovich. What can I help you with?” The AI greeted you.

“Thanks, Fri. Was Koda a good boy while I wasn’t around?”

“Yes, Koda was a good dog. Mr. Wilson had taken him out with him for a run every morning while you’re away,” You smiled, happy to know that Koda is getting taken care of amazing people, “He would also accompany Mr. Barnes when he goes to the city, he spends time with Mr. Banner and Mr. Stark on the lab, sometimes Mr. Parker takes care of him.” You smiled, happy to know that Koda is being taken care of amazing people.

“Mr. Stark had built Koda a dog bed inside the lab.” Your eyes widened at what the AI told you.

“Did he now? So much for no animals allowed in the compound, yet he had spoiled Koda by making him a bed, in his lab out of all places.” You chuckled, “Thanks, Fri. That’s all.”

“Okay. Have a good rest, Ms. Jovanovich.”

You laid down on the bed, with Koda beside you, and staring at the ceiling again—it had been your favorite pastime, staring blankly at the ceiling while you contemplate everything that had and will happen in your life. It did felt good to be back home again together with the team. You mentally noted that you needed to talk to your uncle later when you wake up.

It was already 10:30 in the morning when you woke up, you had decided to sleep in and not getting up at your usual time. You stretched your limbs and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. Koda was already waiting by the door and is excited to go out, so you two went out of the room and head to the dining area to grab some coffee.

“There’s our little killer superstar!” Sam’s voice boomed, “Sleeping beauty finally awake.”

“Morning.” You laughed at Sam and greeted everyone, guessing that they just woke up too because they are all just beginning to eat their breakfast.

“Hey pretty girl, come on and join us for breakfast.” Natasha smiled and gave you a hug.

“Lady (Y/N)! It is good to have you back. Friday said that you were away on a business trip, I was afraid that I won’t be able to see you before I leave. How was it? I reckon you had a good time!” Thor said while smiling at you.

You were touched by what he said, it’s rare for you to see Thor in the compound, so you make the best of it. He’s a really fun guy, you get along with him very well.

“The trip was fun,” You said as you sat beside Wanda, “Was productive, at most. Not done with it yet, though. I may be leaving again real soon.” You took a sip of the coffee that was handed to you.

“How soon?” Wanda asked.

“Maybe in two months? Not sure yet, depends.” You shrugged.

“Well, we’re glad to have you back again. This time, in one piece and no scratch.” Natasha said.

“Had taken a few hits, and my wounds had managed to heal back just in time. But can’t speak too soon Nat.” You took a sip of your coffee again.

“Good, you’re here!” You heard your uncle’s voice, “Been waiting for you to come out of your room ever since Friday informed me that you’re already back.” Tony hugged you.

“That’s great then. Needed to talk to you as well about something.” You finished your coffee and put it on the sink.

“Alright, you know where to find me.” Tony left right after he got his coffee.

“Hey buddy, I’m just gonna go and have a talk with uncle Tony, okay?” You pat Koda’s head.

“Speaking of Koda, can we take him with us?” Sam asked.

“Where to?” You raise an eyebrow at Sam.

“Wilson and I will be going out to run on a few errands.” Bucky said.

“Yeah sure, no problem. His leash is in my room, by my shoe rack. You can just go there and get it.” You decided to tease them, “You two gonna be going on a date?” Everyone laughed.

“Hey! You getting back at me with all the spider boy teasing that I made at you?” Sam fired back at you.

“You always both bicker like an old married couple, so…” You shrugged, “Maybe or maybe not. But hey, enjoy your date with Koda!” You winked at Sam and Bucky and left the dining area.

“Hey, guys.” You greeted Bruce and Tony when you entered the lab.

“Hi, (Y/N). Welcome back!” Bruce said as he hugged you.

“Thanks, Bruce. Mind if I borrow my uncle for a while?”

“By all means. I needed a break from him, he’s been cranky the past few days, up until now.” You laughed.

“Care to walk with me around?” Tony nodded at you.

He dropped the tools that he was holding and followed you out of the lab and the both of you began treading the halls of the compound, until you had reached outside. It’s a cloudy and windy day today, so it’s perfect for both you and Tony to take a walk around ghe compound. The surroundings are also quiet, so you both have a little bit of privacy.

“I need to talk to you about something.” You began.

“What is it? Don’t tell me your pregnant.” You slapped you hand at his arm, causing him to laugh.

“No! What the fuck! But hey, I’ve been thinking about your offer.” You sighed, placing both of your hands at the pockets of your sweats, “Of transferring to Midtown and living here at the compound.” Tony smiled at you brightly.

“But I can only live here temporarily, until the house had been finished rebuilding. Which I haven’t gotten onto yet, but I’ll be in touch with some professionals later when we get back inside.” Tony rolled his eyes at you.

“Hmm, don’t you think it’s time for you to move? If you keep on rebuilding it over and over again, those people that are after you would just come back for you there, because they know that you frequent there.” Your uncle reasoned out.

“You know that I can’t uncle Tones. That house holds a lot of memory for me, I can’t just throw it away that easy.” You sighed, “We have already been over this a hundred of times.” You frowned.

“Look, you can’t really blame me for being worried so much for you. I am always worrying about you when you go home. It’s much better if you stayed here with us permanently, where you’ll be around of many people from time to time.” You’re about to say something, but he quickly cut you off, “I know what you’ll say. I know that you can protect yourself, but until up to what extent? You’re a kid, a teenager, I know that there’s one hell of a fighting spirit in you. But don’t you think it feels so much better if you can be at ease and be in a place where you can feel safe? Even at least for a bit?”

Your uncle was making a very valid point. After spending weeks at the continental, you never felt so at ease. It feels good to be in a place where you can at least feel safe. You had been set on not involving the avengers in your business, and maybe you had been too strict with yourself. The people that you’re with, they’re a freaking superhero with actual super powers, they are the people who you can count on. Maybe it’s not that bad in permanently staying in the compound, Koda won’t ever be alone when you go on business trips. Maybe it’s time for a change, I’m sure that if you’re father is alive, he would want you to make the choice.

“Okay, how about we compromise.” You sighed, “I’ll be moving here permanently at the compound, but I want the house to be rebuilt and you’re going to help me with it. I will live here, but I’ll be visiting my house from time to time.” Tony smiled at you.

“I’ll gladly help you with that. We can even put some Stark tech on the house, for safety measures.” You smiled.

“Now that it had been decided, we now move to the second agenda to talk about. About me transferring to Midtown.”

“What about it?” He crossed his arms behind him.

“While I was back at the continental, I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I wanted to feel like a normal teenager, I wanted to know what it feels like, just for once. I have been living in fast forward, to the point that I have forgotten what’s it like to have a normal life. I’ve never even set foot on an actual school, I’ve been homeschooled all my life. I wanted to know what it felt like to be surrounded by a lot of people that are close to my age, not with a bunch of old people that wanted me to kill someone for them all the time. I know very well that my life will never ever be normal or peaceful, because none of what I do and involve myself with is normal and peaceful to begin with, it was a choice that I had made, but I would like to experience it at some point in my life. Before the time comes and it gets taken away from me.”

You sighed and looked at the ground while walking and felt an arm around your shoulder. You felt Tony’s gaze linger at you, and you looked back at him, shrugging your shoulders.

“What? You can’t convince me otherwise that it’s not true because it’s really true. It’s the reality of it. It’s the reality of what I do.” You chuckled bitterly.

“No matter what happens, I’ll always be here to support and help you, you remember that, okay? You’re the only memory of Helen that I have, the only blood related, a kin that I have.” Tony pulled you in for a tight hug.

“Speaking of my mom, do you want to come with me and visit them?” You looked up at Tony and smiled at him, “Been planning on visiting them again, and please remind me to get some flowers. It’s already embarrassing enough that their daughter doesn’t visit them that often and when I’ll visit, I always forget bring any flowers at all.” You scowled.

“I would love to, kiddo.” He smiled back at you and ruffled your hair, “So when do you plan on starting school?” You both continued walking.

“Not really sure. Don’t know how it really works.” You shrugged and scratched the back of your head.

“How about we visit the school and take a look?”

“You sure? Aren’t you a big shot or something? Wouldn’t that be weird if the Tony Stark suddenly went to Midtown on a completely random day?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“We’ll go there when the classes are in session, if you want. To avoid a few people.” He shrugged.

“That’ll work.”

“Then it’s settled, we’ll go first thing tomorrow morning.” Tony smiled at you.

“Huh? Don’t you have one of those fancy businesses meetings to attend to?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, so?” He replied, “I decided to reschedule it. My niece comes first, business second.”

“Wow, I’m touched.” You put a hand on your chest in a dramatic way.

“You should be!” Tony sassed, “Imagine, the Tony Stark rescheduling his business meetings for his niece.” He began walking faster.

“Hey! Wait up for me your old geezer!” You shouted and ran to catch up to him.

“The hell did you just call me?”

When you had catched up to him, Tony quickly put an arm around your shoulder, placing you in headlock and ruffling your hair, looking like a chicken had ran on it, and you were laughing so hard. The last time that you had laughed this hard is back when you’re father was still alive.

You are happy.

Finally happy, and you pray that it won’t get taken away from you in just one blink of an eye.

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