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yanderestarangel · 1 month

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Okay, so I was thinking about yandere Peter B and Miguel O’Hara with FTM reader. Both men obsessed and possessive with them ever since they joined the society.

And they both share them. Kinks could be breeding, size difference, degradation, praising kink? Miguel could be a hard dom and Peter a soft dom. You could add more if ya like.

Your writing is absolutely amazing!

🕸️🕷️ 》 OUR LITTLE SPIDER || PETER B. PARKER AND MIGUEL O'HARA X FTM READER ||

A/N: I made it in headcanon format because I was too lazy to make a one shot, but I hope you like it.

THIS WAS A LITTLE TOO LONG SORRY--- ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ.

TW: age gap, smut, yandere content, dark romance, daddykink, praise!kink, size!kink, possession, manipulation, ftm reader, betrayal, breed!kink, v!sex, anal!sex, overstimulation, kidnapping, blackmail, murder, aphrodisiac use, dub con, threesome, creampie.

Being in the spidersociety was a big responsibility role for you, but you accepted it anyway, after all you had the sense of hero that each spider variant had. You didn't expect so much attention or flattery for you but that's what you received from two specific people ─ Miguel O'Hara, your boss and Peter B. Parker, the most peaceful and sweet spider man you met in Spider society. You swore you saw hearts form in the two older men's orbs simultaneously.

You quickly saw things escalate to a strange level. Miguel was very protective of you, even putting you on "easier" missions like staying at the spider society headquarters and giving him boring reports.

"You're safe here. Being a spider-man isn't just about battling villains, it's about learning responsibility. You're still a little spider, carinõ." the Mexican would speak as he gave you more papers to fill out. While on the other hand, Peter agreed with everything the leader said, complementing even more.

"Miguel is right, baby boy. You still have a lot to learn." The older man gestured excitedly and you accepted, defeated and sighing.

O'Hara watched everything with a chill passing through him, he tried not to let his thoughts speak loudly but he knew that Peter was also interested in you, just like the Mexican was.

"You shouldn't be so close to him, Peter. Your wife will be jealous." O'Hara hissed the words like venom coming out of his fangs, while the other spider-man just smiled relaxedly and looked at the younger man.

"You want to compete for him? Is that it Miguelito? You liked him too, didn't you? We can share." Peter spoke as he saw you oblivious to the dark conversation you were both having.

The proposal for a share was denied in the first instance, but every day it seemed more tempting for the spider leader, for several reasons. The main one was that you were getting closer to other spider variants and Peter, being more social, was keeping up with your pace ── at the same time that you realized that some spider variants no longer wanted to talk to you, if that variant presented romantic interest in you, they disappeared and came back with deep bruises, diverting topics with you and leading you to turn to Peter.

Little did you know that the nice family man was the cause of that. He was sick for you, to the point of abandoning his purposes and character ── you and his daughter were the only things that mattered to him at that moment, he told himself that he still loved Mary Jane... But he also loved you.

Peter was getting rid of another spider variant using threats and pure blackmail to do so, but the poor victim that time had no chance after Miguel appeared and took out his fury on them. The tall man sloppily wiped the blood off his hands as he turned to Peter.

"Okay... I accept your proposal, let's share the ninõ." O'Hara spoke in a calm, cold and insane tone, while he saw Parker smile and nod his head ── after this previous peace agreement between them, it was his life's turn to become a sweet hell.

You had no one else inside or outside the spider society, Peter and Miguel were the only ones who spoke to you. (Peter's threat + Miguel's tyrannical power with the other spider variants in secret was the reason for his involuntary isolation.)

In addition to the fact that the Mexican used his entire database to find out about your family, friends and possible love interests outside the society he had control over ── some were bought with money, others were threatened and others... They were found in alleys and became news on TV channels.

Everything was falling apart in your life, even your college grades and your mental state and all you had left was the comfort of the two older men... Exactly as you both planned.

You ran into their arms while crying and venting ── an Oscar award was supposed to be presented to the duo, both of them pretended shock and indignation while you told them every detail. So when you were weakened enough, they acted, bringing you into their possession, protecting you from the cruel world that was made worse in their minds.

Compliments, gifts, words of positive affirmations and everything sweet and warm in the world they gave you. Miguel was more desperate for touch, placing you on his lap while he worked on the panels of the multiverse or giving you small, intimate but not vulgar kisses, something that asserted a silent and slow dominance ── away from curious eyes, after all he was still the leader of that society.

Peter on the other hand would give you more affection in public, you and him would even go for a walk together with mayday as a family, away from Mary Jane's eyes. He would also lie to you saying that he and his wife were separated and even show the old divorce paper to prove something to you... You were trapped in a spider web of lies and dirty manipulations.

And when you realized, you were in a relationship with both men ── they asked you if it was okay for you to deal with both of them at the same time, which you denied, too drunk with pleasure to think about anything more than both filling you to the brim (an effect that was also the fault of the aphrodisiac Miguel had put in your drink that day.)

Peter's hands took off your spider uniform while O'Hara's thick hands went towards your wetness, playing roughly with your clit "mi hermoso" the spider leader growled in your ear as one of his thick fingers entered inside you, making you moan ─ at the same time that Peter sucked your nipples and gently squeezed your breasts, his experienced hands were working magic on your body. Raw kisses were left by the older man on your abdomen, as Parker knelt and licked your clit, helping O'Hara prepare you even more for what was to come.

"You're already dripping for us, aren't you? Such a good little slut." The tanned man teased as he stuck a second finger in your cunt, stretching you in scissor movements, back and forth. Peter got out on his knees as he captured your lips lightly moaning huskily against your flesh: "Such a beautiful and good boy for us... You make your daddies proud like that little spider." He said as Miguel pressed his hard, pulsing erection against your ass, making you moan loudly against the other man's lips.

The two bodies fit perfectly inside you, practically crushing you with their heat as you tried not to cum on O'Hara's fingers, but the effort was in vain as you felt him easily reach your cervix. You felt one of Peter's fingers soon find your other hole, making you moan even more against his lips.

"That's it, my spider boy. Show us how much you want it." The voices mixed together as you felt like you were going to explode at any moment and it actually happened ── you came, squirting onto Miguel's forearm and dripping onto the floor as all your muscles contracted involuntarily.

"I knew it was going to be a fucking squirt." The spider leader said, laughing, as you left for the next step ── you just left yourself there, your body for the two of them to use as they wanted, you just wanted to feel good and they would guarantee that.

With careful coordination and chemistry between the three of you, you found yourself sitting on Peter's lap, your back pressed against his chest as he guided his cock to your tight hole. Meanwhile, Miguel positioned himself at your front, his hands gripping your hips as he slowly entered your dripping pussy. "Te ves tan hermoso."

Peter couldn't help but let out a groan of satisfaction as he finally buried his cock deep inside your tight ass, the feeling of being completely enveloped by your warmth and tightness was overwhelming for him, he had to fight against the urge to just thrust into you with abandon. Instead, he took deep breaths to steady himself, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Fuck, you feel incredible, baby boy. So tight and eager for me... You wanted that, didn't you? Being filled by two dicks, a greedy, needy boy..."

Miguel's primal instincts took over as he felt the tightness of your pussy around his cock, the blissful sensation causing a guttural moan to escape his lips. "I'm going to breed in that beautiful pussy of yours, boy... You're going to be our breed whore... We're going to always leave you full of cum, in that beautiful hole of yours." Miguel's hips moved in sync with Peter's, his thrusts gaining speed and force as he aimed to push you over the edge. "So beautiful and obedient, If you continue like this, being a good boy will be rewarded ok?.." the older man moaned as you felt Peter and Miguel's cocks stretch you to the edge, letting you drool on both of their cocks like an animal in heat. Just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with pleasure as you moaned their names. Parker and O'Hara continued their relentless thrusts, prolonging your orgasm and riding the waves of your ecstasy, but they hadn't stopped yet. Peter's thrusts grew more frantic as he felt your body convulse under him, the pleasure building within him as well. He knew that his release wasn't far behind.

"You're so damn tight, baby. Fuck, I'm gonna come--" His voice was filled with a mix of pleasure and urgency as he increased the pace of his thrusts. O'Hara felt his own release drawing near, your tight pussy milking his cock with each powerful thrust. His grip on your hips tightened as he neared his own climax. "Holy shit little boy, you're really going to get pregnant with us, aren't you?" As both men reached their climaxes, they filled you with their seed. Peter's hot cum filled your tight ass, while Miguel's release spilled into your pussy, marking you as theirs. Their bodies shuddered as they reached their peaks, their gazes locked on yours. Nothing needed to be phallus, not when both of your eyes reflected their red, sickly hearts, surrounded by possession and pleasure for you.

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meowhara · 5 months

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Mafia!Miguel O'Hara x Fem Bunny Hybrid!Reader

tw : Death, violence, mention of rape, abuse, a little bit gorey

synopsis : He welcomes you into his home but at what cost?

author's note : Fun fact I already wrote a 3k+ words sequel about Miguel being a totally adorable sweetheart for the reader. But do I like it? Nah, violence is so much better. Sorry if this took me a while, I've been busy af

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸, 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

Your eyes flutters open as you wake up from the longest sleep you had in a while. A massive migraine hit you hard like a brick, you winces in pain as you sit back up instead of laying on your back. It took you a while for your vision to focus until you're able to see your surroundings.

Glancing around the unfamiliar room with dim light, you're amazed by how well furnished and luxurious it is. The dirty and ugly clothes that you were wearing are gone. Replaced by a clean pair of shorts and shirt that's clearly too big for you.

The thought of your terrifying captor floods back to your mind. You look around the room for your captor. The room is oddly quiet, thank god no one is here in this room with you.

Escape is the only thing that echoes in your mind as you thought of the worst possible thing to happen if you try to escape. You never met him before, you didn't even know his name. Possibilities of things that he might be planning to do to you frightens you. What if he sell you away? Or worse, what if he is going to do what your dead master wanted him to do to you?

Your eyes are locked at the door across the room, you wonder if it's locked. But it won't hurt to try and open it right? Just when you tried to crawl off the bed, you realizes how numb your legs are. "No no, what is wrong with my legs?" Whispering to no other than yourself, you wish for your legs to somehow fix itself so it wouldn't be sore anymore.

Miracle had never happened to you before so there's no time to sob and hope anything would get any better soon. Using the neatest nightstand as your support to stand up is your only choice to push yourself back on your feet. But your legs wouldn't move at all making you fall from the bed, knocking the nightstand off including a vase that was sitting on it. It fell directly to the floor and shattered into pieces.

You panicked from how loud you're being, a loud shattering noise followed by an even louder thud can be heard from the spot you're sitting now helplessly on the floor.

Less than a second later you can hear loud and firm footsteps rushing towards the room you're in. Your breath quickens as you tried to stand back up and run but you can't, your legs still wouldn't move an inch.

The door swung open followed by Miguel, panting from how fast he ran towards the room you're in right after he heard something shattered on the floor. He looked at you with his hand still resting on the doorknob then walks towards you. Your body shakes in fear as you looks up at him with your bunny ears flat back.

He let out a low chuckle as he hovers over you, "Running away already, little one? Hmmm?" He tilts his head to the side, waiting for you to say anything. Instead of replying to his question you try and crawls away from him which obviously pissed him off, "Pathetic." He hisses at you before he lift you easily off the floor and throws you back to the bed, earning a loud yelping noise from you. He tugs on your leg, giving it a tight grip. "You know if you keep this behavior up, I might just break your legs permanently so you can't escape me at all. You don't want that do you?"

Eyes widened from his words, your gaze are now focused at your numb legs. Is he the reason why you can't walk at all? What if you can't walk anymore because of him? Tears escapes your eyes as the thoughts fills your mind. "No... Please... Not my legs." You said while sobbing, hoping that he wouldn't do such a cruel thing to you.

The second he saw you crying because of him, he lets go of your leg and took a step away. Pinching on the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes to calm himself down, he starts talking to you with a softer tone. "Look I'm sorry I scared you okay? You pissed me off every single time you try to run away from me." He looks back at you only to find you sobbing over your numb legs. A remorseful sigh escaped his mouth before he walks back over to you and start massaging your legs, making you flinched in fear from his sudden affection towards you. "It's just the drug, it hasn't warn off yet that's why your legs feels numb. Soon it'll go back to normal, trust me little one." He said before he lets your legs go then strokes your head gently, trying to calm you down.

"R— really?" You asked in between sobs. He nods and wipes your tears away with his thumbs. "I know how scared you are but please just go back to sleep, you need to rest." Shaking your head, you refuses to go back to sleep. "I don't want to."

"Why not? Is there anything wrong? It's just—" A loud growling noise from your stomach interrupts the conversation. He raised his eyebrow at you, "That's it? You're hungry?" Your face flushed red from embarrassment as you nods. He walks towards the door, "Fine, let's feed you something." He paused and looks back at you, wondering why you're still sitting on the bed. You look at him before looking back at your legs. "Right, you can't walk."

His hand find it's way under your knees and the other one behind your back before he lift you up from the bed. Carrying you isn't the hardest part, to be gentle and to not scare you off is. He carries you towards the dining room as you glances around his house, amazed. You've never been anywhere like his mansion before. Expensive paintings are hanging on the walls and other elegant decorations sits perfectly taken care of under his roof. How much money does he usually make starts to make you wonder. Countless of his men walks around the house, either just to chill and relax or working on something he asked them to do.

Multiple tall pillars stands firm up to the ceiling and the floor are made by fine and expensive marbles. Massive windows that are four times taller than you are covered with massive silver curtains, opened wide to allow sunlight in. "I can see that you enjoying the inside of my mansion." He said with so much pride before the two of you enters the dining room. He sat you down on one of the chair on the long ends of the table in the dining room.

The dining room is also luxurious and well furnished as well. With the long dining table in the middle of the room with at least a dozen of chairs to sit on. Multiple crystal chandeliers are hanging from the ceiling to lit up the entire room with some candelabras to decorate the table with candles lighting up on it. A fire place at one end of the room and a large expensive painting hanging on the other.

He sat down at the other end of the table, an arm chair prepared especially for the host or the hostess of the house. One of his servant poured him a glass of fine wine for him before walking over to your direction and did the same for you. He sips the wine right away and waits for you to do so, "Go on, try it." You look over to him nervously before taking the glass slowly with your hand and took a sip. Your bunny ears flinches from the taste of it, it's not like it tastes bad or anything it's just that you're not used to drink anything alcoholic before.

He secretly love the way you react towards the absurd taste of wine that you just tried for the first time. "Do you like it?" He asked before he took another sip, enjoying the taste of it. He has his own expensive and rare alcoholic drinks collection that he would pour for himself whenever he feel stressed and whenever he needs to relax.

"I... I like it."

"You do? Good. Pour her another glass."

"No need! I— I mean..."

You're looking for an excuse so you don't have to drink another drop of that weird redish liquid as he raised his eyebrow at you from the end of the table.

"Don't you think giving a little thing like her something alcoholic then forcing her to like it is a little bit too much, Miguel?" A lady with short brown hair waltz into the dinning room with a black shade heart framed glasses rested on her head. She walks closer to you and cupped your cheek with her hand, "Didn't know you have a thing for adorable being like her." She turn your head from side to side to get a better look of your face before touching one of your bunny ears. You flinched and whimpers from her touch, "She's sensitive huh? Are you into those fucked up kinks where you get to own one of these expensive living toys?" She teased him then let your face go but she set her eyes on you, still wondering how did a sweet thing like you ended up with such a dangerous person like him.

He let out an aggressive huff, he seems unfazed by her endless personal and frontal questions. She turned to look at him to annoy him even more, "So, have you two fu—"

"Lyla!" He roared, his voice is loud and clear across the massive dinning room. Lyla didn't flinch from Miguel's roar instead she gave him a mocking smile, "Is that a no, or...?" She paused and looks over to your direction only to find you trembling badly in your seat with your bunny ears and eyes down to avoid any eye contact. She can tell that you're very uncomfortable and scared of Miguel. Concerned by your behavior, she wants to pity you but she knew very well that she couldn't help you to find any way out to escape from him. When Miguel wanted something he'll do anything within his power to achieve it for himself and when possessiveness got the better of him, he will rip anyone into shreds if they dare to touch anything that belongs to him. Unfortunately in this case, you belongs to him.

"Forget it." She walks out from the dinning room, Miguel let out a loud sigh then taking a deep breath to calm himself down. His eyes are now focused back on you while you shift uncomfortably in your seat. No matter how much you tried you still can't understand his intention towards you.

It felt like eternity before one of his servant walks out from the kitchen with two plates of steak prepared and cooked by his professional chef that he hired to cook for his daily meals. Meaty products are not your first choice when it comes to food, it's not like your body is able to digest it anyway. So to have a whole ass steak in front of you isn't very appetizing for you. "You told me that you're hungry so stop being an ungrateful brat and eat your food." His insult made you gulp, hesitating whether to eat it or not.

"I don't think you should eat that, hun." You look up to see Lyla, "What the hell are you up to now?" He groans while rubbing his temple. She replaced the plate of steak with a bowl with varieties of fruit inside. You can feel your mouth water as you look at the cut up fruit in awe.

"Bunnies don't eat meat, you know?" She sneered at Miguel and sat down beside you to watch you eat. With a happy smile on your face, you start munching on the bowl of fruit that Lyla gave you. Miguel opens his mouth to complain but closed it back right away. He could feel like there's something wrong with him, somehow that smile of yours made his heart flutter. He never felt like this before, could something as simple as someone's smile can really make him happy? He thought to himself. The thought itself makes him wants to own you even more, to keep you here by his side forever.

He finishes his meal before standing up and left without saying anything to the both of you. Lyla shrugged, thinking that he's just pissed about the whole situation. You finished your meal a little while after him and after that Lyla help to escort you back to your room.

Hours later you woke up to some loud noises from the first floor of Miguel's mansion. This time, you're able to get up on your own feet. Curiosity got the better of you as you walks towards the bedroom door. To your surprise it opens right away with none of his men in front of your door. The whole mansion is suddenly quiet, you took it as an opportunity to run away. So you walk out from your bedroom and walks down the stairs until you reach the first floor.

His mansion is too big for you to figure out any exit, so you ended up wandering down the hall with lots of doors to your left and right. Your sensitive bunny ears fliches and stood straight up when you heard footsteps walking towards your direction so you rushed to hide inside of one of the room in that hall. You hurried to enter a random room then close the door as quiet as you can. The room you're in is pitch black with no window for sunlight to enter.

"Who the hell are you working for?!" You can hear Miguel shouting in anger from the other side of the door. The door slammed open before Miguel threw a man you've never met before into the room you're in. "You won't tell me? Fine. I'll make you tell me everything I wanted to know." You hid behind a pile of boxes as you watch the man struggling to even defend himself from Miguel's brutal force against him.

He signalled his second in command to tie the poor man on a chair before he began torturing him. Blow after blow landed on the man's face, leaving noticeable bruises that'll need weeks to recover. He winces in pain as he try to endure the physical abuse Miguel is giving to him, shutting himself up in order to protect what ever kind of information Miguel wanted to possess from him. "You're a strong one huh?" Miguel scoffed before he took a knife and carved the word "traitor" on the man's forehead, making him grunts in pain as the blood trails down from his forehead. You sat there covering your mouth with your palm with eyes wide, horrified by how cruel Miguel treats the stranger in front of you.

"After all this time I thought you're one of my most loyal men. But you're nothing but a worthless son of a bitch." Miguel spat on him, venom dripping from his words like how he mean it. "Just tell me your boss's name or I'll make the next seconds of your life a living hell." The man let out a low chuckle from Miguel's threat. "You can torture me all you want, I'm not going to tell you anything."

Miguel slapped him hard across the face, "Give me some acid." His second in command gave him a bucketful of acid and makes the tied up man struggles even more against the rope as he's looking at him in panic. "No—!" He protests. With a sadistic smirk, Miguel poured some of the acid to the man's legs. It melted through his pants before it directly melts his skin. He screams as he felt the agonizing pain on both of his legs.

Just before Miguel continue to torture him one of his subordinate walked into the room and start whispering something to him, telling him about the man's personal information including everything Miguel wanted to know about him in detail. A smirk creeps up to Miguel's face by the time his subordinate is done talking to him. "I see... Your boss was such a cunning man wasn't he? Sending a spy like you into my territory. Guess I won't be needing you anymore." He said coldly towards the tied up man before he pours the rest of the acid all over his body.

His skin burns and melts from the strong acid, melting through his clothes until there's nothing left but his bare flesh to see. Some of his bones are even able to be seen due to the absence of his flesh, melted by the acid. He kept screaming and screaming, begging Miguel to let him go. Your eyes went wide with fear and shock before looking away from the poor man as he screams in agony and pain. The smell of his burning flesh fills the room, making your stomach turn in disgust as you try to not vomit from it.

Pressing your bunny ears down against your head to muffle his screams, you ran out from the room instinctively with tears running down from your eyes. You kept running faster and faster without any clue where you're going until you accidentally bumped into one of Miguel's subordinate. Your small body crashed against his, making you fall backwards from the impact. "Woah, what are you going sweetheart?" He grabbed your wrist to help you to get back on your own feet.

A loud bang echoes from across the hallway, from the room Miguel was in. In a heartbeat, all the screams the man let out stopped. Your breath quickens even more. Miguel killed him, he killed that poor man. "Are you okay?" Without thinking you kicked him right at his groin with your strong hybrid legs, his grip loosened up on you as he groans in pain from how hard you kicked him. You pulled your hands away from him then ran past him towards the front door until you reached the road outside of Miguel's residence. "Hey get back here!" He shouted, catching the other's attention towards you.

One of them rushed to tell Miguel about your escape. Miguel's eyes went wide and his eyebrows furrows in anger when he heard you had left. "She what?! Go after her you idiots!" His men obeyed right away, they ran towards their car to go after you and drove off. Miguel does the same thing, turning his car engine on so he can have you back in his hands.

On the other side, you're running with bare feet on the side of the road. The road is empty without any sign of anyone at all. It turns out that Miguel's mansion was in the middle of nowhere, with a forest of endless trees surrounding it.

Multiple roars of engine can be heard from the distance behind you. You knew that they're coming after you just a second after you succeeded to break free and run away. You can't give up now since you've went this far against Miguel. Who knows what kind of punishment awaits you back at his mansion, what kind of pain will he inflict on you to teach you your lesson after trying to run away from him. The fear that runs in your mind is the only think that gave you the strength to keep running through the endless forest.

But what could a small bunny do against a big strong predator like him? Their car tires made some screeching noises from how hard they hit the breaks. Multiple men got out from their car and ran way faster than you, blocking your way ahead. Miguel was the last one to arrive. He stormed out from his car, slammed his car door out of rage. He stormed towards you and grabbed a fistful of your hair just when you're trying to avoid him, he drags you back into his car. "No! Let me go!" You pries on his tight grip of your hair but he's way stronger than you. He overpowered you easily and held you down in the backseat of his own car while he ordered his men to drive him back to his mansion.

"I'm very disappointed at you, little one." He growls in your ear, trapping both of your wrists in one of his massive hand and his other free hand kept a tight grip of your hair to stop you from fighting back. You sobs uncontrollably, unable to form any words out from your mouth. His mansion came into view, "I swear I'll make you regret running away from me." He continues.

The car stops, he opened the car door and kept dragging you by your hair with his subordinates following him from behind.

"Leave us, I'll take care of her."

"I'm sorry! Let me go, I'm begging you. I promise I won't runaway again!"

"Should've thought of that before you ran away from me. But you're too dumb to even think of that, aren't you?"

He brings you with him downstairs, towards what seems like a strong metal door. "What are we doing here?"

"To teach you how to behave like a good girl."

He said with a cold tone and opens the heavy door and forces you to go inside it with him. The room is dark but you can feel your feet brushing against some heavy chains of metal. He lets go of your hair and wraps his hand around your shoulder. "Sit down on the floor and be quiet, you hear me?." He ordered, waiting for you to obey his words.

You knew that he wanted you to stay here in this room as a punishment but you can't bear getting isolated just like how you did in the past. So you bit his hand that was sitting on your shoulder, hard enough for him to let go of you before running full speed towards the metal door and trying your best to push it open. The door won't even budge, it stood there tall and strong, it didn't even move a millimeter despite your effort to open it. "Was it so hard for you to just listen to me and obey?!"

He grabbed your upper arm and slammed you against the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs before putting you on chokehold and lifting your body off of the ground with his hand. "I've been very patient with you since this morning. But you've been nothing but trouble, behaving like a brat! No wonder why he treated you so badly! He should've raped you to death!" He yelled right at your face, still keeping his tight grip of your neck. You try to fight back trying to claw his hand off of you. But with no avail, his grip got even tighter.

You continue to cry as you struggles to breathe, you couldn't believe he just said that to you. Reminding you about your dead master and blamed you for all that had happened in the past. All you wanted was freedom. But these people did nothing but stole that away from you. Your body felt weak in his hand from lack of oxygen. He finally lets go of you, our body slumped weakly on the floor. You chough heavily, trying to catch some air back into your lungs. Endless tears streams out from your eyes.

He kneels before you and gripped your chin roughly to get a good look of your face. "I saved you from the world because I know how weak you are against them. One second you're out there and you might be their little plaything until the rest of your life. Think about that the next time you try to runaway from me." He took a metal collar linked with chains, connected to the wall behind you and locks it around your neck.

He stood up. Leaving your body slumped on the ground with cold concrete underneath. "Behave. Next time it will be more than just a chained collar."

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miggyyyyohara · 10 months

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You and Miguel are laying on a shared bed, him thinking you're asleep

he moves closer to you, tucking your hair behind your ear and whispers

"what are you doing to me, querida?"

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 5 months

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Can I be the helpless victim? (Ghostface! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader x Ghostface! Peter B Parker) Part 2

Hiii! Tbh I wasn’t gonna make a second part but….. why not! Not proofread, also this is my first time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s cringy or badly written.

NSFW!!, Cursing,mentions of reader being drugged, Yandere Peter and Miguel, mentions readers dead boyfriend, Threesome, reader is chained up at beginning, double penetration, pussy slapping, ass slapping, reader gets fucked dumb, Miguel vaguely threatens ready but don’t actually hurt her,use of “good girl”, possessive Miguel and Peter, SMUT!! Non-Con/Dub-con, Dead Dove Do not eat, MDNI!

Word count: 1.4K

Part 1

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Your head was aching as you began to drift back into consciousness, what a weird dream…

You let out a yawn as you open your eyes, the after effects of your deep slumber made your vision blur, wincing at the harsh light from ceiling light. You go to rub your eyes, but stopping once you notice your wrists are oddly heavy, and the faint nose of medal clinking rang through your ears. The hair on the back of your neck stood up, the dull ache suddenly turning into a massive pounding as you suddenly recall your last waking moments, hitting you like a freight train.

It wasn’t a dream.

Your heart jumps up into your throat as your breath quickened, your hands start to shake as you begin to sit up, only to feel a pair of chains on your ankles as well. You quickly began to squirm on the unfamiliar king size bed, attempting to pull yourself out of the chains knowing full well all your struggling would only result in tiring you out, but your mind was too frantic to think rationally at the moment. Eventually, your arms began to ache from the heavy metal, and the rattling only made your headache worse so you took in a deep breath and cleared your throat, attempting to use your own saliva to lubricate your throat.

“H-hello!” You manage to croak, ignoring the burning that followed, looking around the room. You felt like you were in a fever dream, the room was almost a one by one replica of yours except bigger, and all the pics you had hung up featuring your (now dead) boyfriend were replaced with photos of… wait…

“Angelita…You're up?” A voice asked from the hall, before footsteps were heard, your blood ran cold once the voice found your ears. You know that accent anywhere. You didn’t even realize you were still in the angel/Juliet costume for Halloween on, until he called you that.

“M-Miguel? Is that you?” You already knew the answer though. Your voice shook slightly with each syllable despite your hardest attempts to keep it calm. “What’s-what’s going on?”

There was a small pause, silent growing over the room as you wait for an answer, the only noise where the footsteps drawing closer and the slight shuffling of your chains and sheets as you try to find a more comfortable position in the bed, it was hard though when your heartbeat was so rapid that you could feel it pulsating in your ears.

“Finally… I thought for a bit I had put too much chloroform on the rag I gave Miguel.” A second voice spoke, making you all the more confused upon seeing the two enter the room, but the confusion turned into panic once again once you realized who it belong too.

“Pete-Miguel- you guys gonna let me go.” You pleaded as you try to yank at the chains once more, “Please- please- I don’t know what you want but-“

“Cálmate Angelita… you’re gonna injure those delicate wrists of yours…” Miguel says in an eerily calm tone as he and Peter walked up to you, one on either side of the bed, Miguel wrapping his callous hand around your restant, before giving it a tight squeeze. A pained whimper leaving your lips as he does so, neither of you had to say it out right to know that was a warning. One that said “be a good girl or I’ll break your wrists” and you didn’t want to see if he was just bluffing or not, you knew now what he was capable. What both of them were capable of.

“Don’t-don’t hurt me! I’ll do whatever you want! Just don’t hurt me- don’t kill me!” The pleas came out rushed and frantic, letting them fall out of your mouth before your brain could stop the word vomit, fearing what would happen if you angered them for whatever reason. But instead of the angry reaction you were expecting, Peter smirked, a huff of air escaping through his nose as he leaned down, nuzzing your cheek with his nose. A deep and almost sadistic chuckle rumbles from his chest, his hot breath hitting your face, causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps. You wanted to move away but your body froze with fear as you felt his hand go to your stomach, before slowly trailing to the side then down, his index finger tracing a small heart over and over on the side of your hip.

“Anything?” Peter asked, and you swallowed down the limp that had formed in your throat.

Oh how you regret your words already.

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“What do you say?” Peter asked, almost mockingly.

“Hmm-ahh… ahhh…”

“Poor girl, can’t even think anymore… probably fucked her little brain into mush.” Miguel cooed.

Another whine leaves your lips, your eyes roll so far back Peter could only see the whites of your eyes as he continues to thrust his hips up, his stamina nor his pace wavering despite the two of them having their way with you for over an hour now. He couldn’t help the groan that leaves his lips when Miguel pulls you back to lean against his tan and sweaty chest with a hash tug of your hair, your whine somehow becoming even higher. No matter how much Miguel and Peter have been dreaming of this day, none of it compared to how it was actually happening. Your lewd and borderline pornographic sounds enough for the two grown men to feel like horny teens waking up from their first wet dream.

Expect this was so much better than a wet dream, any fantasy, because it was real. You had finally given yourself to them, even though it wasn't exactly much of a choice, being bound to happen eventually, but the sooner the better. First your body then your mind will follow, and if you don’t, they’ll just fuck you till they pushed any thoughts of resistance out with their cocks, making your brain leak away from between your legs.

You felt so impossibly full, how both could fit inside you was a complete miracle, and you were so overstimulated, your moans turning into nothing but whine and whimpers, the hickies they had riddled all over your body didn’t help either. Your legs were shaking almost as much as the bed underneath you was, and you were sure if Miguel wasn’t guiding you up and down you wouldn’t have been able to move at all. Another gasp leaves your lips when you felt Miguel’s hand slap your left asscheek, followed by Peter hitting your sensitive clit with his palm repeatedly, squirming attempting to get away from their hands, but you didn’t really have anywhere to go as you clenched around them like a vase.

“Muñeca… I need you to try and think for a second…” Miguel said to you in between shallow breaths, you dumbly nodded, despite not comprehending a single word that was said to you. “What’s your name?” He had asked, not being able to hold a smirk from forming on his face. Peter only let out a small eye roll, already knowing where this was going. (Doll)

Your name? Why were they asking you what your name was? You licked your dry lips before attempting to speak.

“My-name…my name is-“

Thruuuust.

Your mouth hung open as you let out another whine. Peter let out a chuckle before dipping his head down into the crook of your neck, nibbling at the dark hickey he left.

“Come on pretty, don’t leave Miguel hanging, you know your name don’t you?” Peter teased, before tugging at the purple and red spot. You let out a noise that sounded like a mix of a moan, a whine and a borderline sob as you shook your head.

“Don’t-don’t know-fuck-don’t re-ahhh-remember… feels too good…”

“Fuck-who owns you?”

“You-ahhh- you do! Both of-fuckfuckfuck- you do!” You exclaimed without much thought, nothing thinking about anything else except the building in your lower stomach as you come close to your 5th orgasim.

“Good fucking girl.” The praise was enough to push you over the edge, your vision becoming spotty as your spasm and twitch uncontrollably around their members, their names falling from your lips like a mantra before eventually slumping over into Peter’s chest. Your breaths heavy as you allow your eyes to flutter shut, Miguel and Peter hold you onto you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as they lull you to sleep.

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noah-shin · 10 months

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Boyfriend Miguel O' hara x female reader

Summary: After a long day retuning home from work, Miguel wants nothing more than to fuck your senseless till you pass out. Late night shower is an ideal circumstances for that.

Warning:mirror sex, bathtub sex,smut, rough fuckin (at the end),belly bulge, riding

Wc: 1500

➸ Boyfriend Miguel who is fond of showering with you after a long day of work. He holds you in his strong arms as he puts you inside the bathtub and strips for showering. He likes to run his fingers through your hair as you humm a song in the shower. He desires to have you just in his arms and have no worries.He likes holding you in his arms while busking in your presence as you look up at him with your affectionate eyes.You can feel his heart beating faster than usual while your head is placed on his chest.

You slowly move your lips towards his kissing him softly savoring all the moments. As you looked at him with a dazed look Miguel held your waist pulling you in another kiss.You tighten your hold around his neck to deepen the kiss as you suck on his bottom lips. As you move your hips over his lap, you can feel his dick poking your thighs. You let out a chuckle as you realized how hard he was just by kissing you. You pushed a finger inside you,loosening your tight cunt a bit for the bigger thing. Miguel looked at you in lust watching you using your finger to pleasure yourself. Precum covering the tip of his cock from your lewd action. After some time, you went on top of Miguel and positioned your pussy lips over his rock hard dick. Miguel pushed his long veiny cock inside your tight cunt, a smirk on his face when you groaned and your head fell back from the pleasure. He held your waist as you sinked on his cock slowly, your toes curling in pleasure.You wrapped your legs around his torso as he let out a shaky moan. "Uhu I'm too big for you babe" You grind on his lap burying his cock deep inside you. You ride his cock moving slowly feeling him ramming inside you. You looked at him as he is trying hard not to just bend you over and pound you to oblivion and ruin your tight hole. You were taking his cock slowly when he started rubbing your clit with his thumb. You bit your lips hard as you scratched his back from the pleasure, his hips drilling into you. The length of his cock was barely leaving your cunt empty, hips rolling rapidly with rhythm as he grunted and groaned. He looked at your boobs bouncing in the air from all that soft yet hard pounding. He held one of your breast and squeezed them feeling the soft flesh. He pinched your nipples watching them become hard as you lean on his shoulder. Water drips down your body as he thrust into you softly. Soft mewls leaving your mouth.

He tugs at your nipples impatiently while looking at you seeing your eyes closed in satisfaction while he rubbed your clit harshly. He again leaned over to take another nipple in his mouth, sucking on it like you have milk to give him.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hips stutter before he picked up an even harder pace, making you let out little "oh lord- ahh" in response to the rough fucking. As he sucked your nipples and bite around your areola,you cum hard on his dick making a ring around his shaft and bit on his shoulder to prevent yourself from screaming out loud. Soon all your juices washed away in the water. You were about to get up when Miguel pulled your wrist and whispered in your ear, " I am not done babe"

➸ He stood up holding you in his arms in bridal style and took you in front of the floor length mirror. He pressed you against the mirror and spanked your ass hard watching it turn pink from his abuse. " Your pussy is dripping wet bitch" You moaned painfully from the impact. He put a hand on your waist keeping you firmly against the mirror as he pushed two of his fingers inside you and moving them extremely slowly. You felt him pressing his body against your as he scissor your insides with his fingers while whispering in your ear, " Such a cock loving slut you are. Still not satisfied by riding me. Look at you, so wasted and turned on by me" You stared at the mirror watching your boobs pressing against it, your nipples hard and sore from all that bitting. You hair messy and drool dripping from your mouth as you have a " fucked out " expression on your face.

Miguel was shoving his fingers knuckle deep while fucking your properly giving you no time to take a breath. You moaned loudly feeling him hitting your g spot repeatedly. He smirked looking at you through the mirror "you liked that huh" You nodded desperately. "Make me cum daddy" He fucked his way into your hole relentlessly finding your sweet spot and abusing that place untill you arched your back and came all over his fingers. He pulled out watching his hand covered in your slick cum. He sucked them clean in ecstasy watching you fall on the floor in exhaustion.

He pulled you up and pressed you again against the mirror. He obscenely spread your legs wide apart and pushed his thigh between your legs to prevent you from closing them.

" You stretched out pussy just makes me want to fuck you senseless."

He held your hips as he pushes his cock deep inside you. Fucking your brain out as his veiny cock goes deeper into you and hit your cervix while precum woozed out of your tight hole. You whimpered in pain looking down as he hit your cervix again and again. He suddenly grabbed your face harshly making you look at the mirror. He growled in your ear, “I want you to watch me make you cum. Once I let you go, if you take your eyes off the mirror, you’re getting punished. Do I make myself clear?” You nodded vigorously and Miguel's fingers released your jaw. Your eyes shifted to your reflection once again. You watched as Miguel increased his pace, his skin now slapping against yours as he held you up and thrusted his cock inside your wet pussy. getting turned on by you watching him rutting into you like a wild animal. He thrust roughly shoving his cock more and more until he bottomed out. You grinded and humped on his dick with your boobs pressed against the mirror. He groaned in pleasure, biting and sucking your shoulder leaving hickeys and bite marks. Your legs trembled as Miguel keeps thrusting inch by inch into you, his girth spreading you and your back arching when he's finally fully inside. " Ahh too much " you squealed, feeling your lower stomach full of his cock. He choked you with his hand and groaned,"Fuck, you always squeeze me so good" He pulled out of your dripping cunt to give your puffy clit a few strokes with his throbbing shaft, "Now, come on baby girl, make me feel good" he moaned rubbing his head on your nub making your thighs tremble before sliding back in.

Your belly bulged as he thrusted in and out with lewd pops, your pussy made squelching sound. He traced your bulge and put pressure on your lower stomach feeling his dick deep inside you. He went absolutely feral as your cervix ache from such rough fucking.

The mirror gave you both the perfect view of his cock stuffed balls deep in your little cunt.You’re stretched by his girth, your folds spread to expose your clit to his predatory gaze. You feel more turned on by the scene and cum hard on his cock. Your juices coating his cock as he fucked your hole relentlessly for hitting his high. He pulls one of your legs up giving him more access to your cunt as he slammed himself over and over into you as your body hit the mirror repeatedly." Ugh yeah!! Take me like the whore you're"

He took one of your nipples and squeezed it painfully,cervix fucking you. Miguel let out a growl as he turned you to his direction while filling your hole with his seeds. He bit your shoulder drawing blood from your wound looking at you while filling your womb with his seeds.

Your belly swollen from the cum loads as he thrusted one last time before pulling out. You fell on the floor, legs spread apart painting breathlessly. You pussy clenched around nothing as cum drips down from your inside. Pussy red and gaped from all the abuse.

Reblog if you liked it

This was my first time writing a smut. I hope you like it and forgive me for any grammatical errors. Have a nice day/night!

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everlastlady · 8 months

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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎 '𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

✰ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello! My little heroes, villains, and civilians. The first Miguel O 'Hara post. Hopefully it's good, I'm not really good with Spanish so I'm using a translation thing to help me with the language. I do plan on learning Spanish after I finish learning Italian on duo, anyway if you enjoyed this story then my request box is open. You can support me by blazing, commenting, hearts, or reblogging. Don't forget to eat, drink water, and take your medicine. Also support your local fan fiction writers.

✰ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: kidnapping, drugging, manipulation, violence, lies, and stockholm syndrome.

✰ Part 2

• You are an absolute sweetheart to everyone at the society. Always making lunches for those who you were friends with or patching them up from missions. You always put others first, your smile could lit up a room. At first Miguel didn't think much of you, he honestly found you annoying and sometimes would have to tell you and Peter to be quiet whenever you both were trying to make Mayday laugh. " cierra el pico both of you, go do that somewhere else. " so when you and Peter left. Miguel sat there for a while wanting to hear your laugh again but not with Peter around, not with anyone around.

• He loved your cooking, he would tell you that he's only accepting your food out of respect. But he would ever last drop as if he was starving. He wondered what meals you would cook if you two were married, what dishes would you make whenever he came home from working. What lunches would you pack him. Would the kids help you with dinner. Miguel started asking you to bring him lunch everyday saying that he didn't have time to make his own and didn't want to spend money on take out. " Gracias cariño " he likes how your fingers brush against his whenever you hand him the bento box.

• Recently he stopped sending you on missions and is having you help him in the lab or having you in the medical wing to patch up other spiders. You didn't mind but you missed going on missions, and Miguel could tell but he knew soon that you wouldn't miss missions. And he was right, you started to distract yourself by stopping crime in your own universe and hanging out with the other spiders. Miguel didn't like this, what if get hurt in your own universe or worst fall in love. Miguel swore that he heard you talking to Noir and Peter B about this guy from your favorite coffee shop called Steven Grant. How you almost got hurt trying to stop a robbery in your neighborhood. He needed to plan something, it might be painful and hurt him emotionally but he needed to teach you a lesson.

• Boredom was killing you as you sat in the lab and started playing with paper clips but you jumped when Lyla flashes on your watch. " Woah, don't fall over and die (name), I'm blessing you with my presences to tell you that Miguel is sending you out on a mission since everyone else is busy or Miguel thinks they aren't capable. He thinks you can handle it so chop chop get to it! ". With that Lyla vanished. You let out a gleeful noise and put on your mask as you open the portal and jump through. You thought this was going to be fun and easy especially since you been training but you thought wrong. Everything in this universe was wrong; it was all dark and gloomy. Here you are running away like a scared child while bleeding. You suit in had claw marks and tears slide down your face. Crying into your watch for help. You were covered in claw marks, bruises, and your wrist broken.

• No one seemed to be answering their watches when you had Lyla contact Jess, Peter, Gwen Noir, Miles, and Hobie. No one picked up but Miguel did when you screamed for Lyla to call him. And when Miguel showed up he took care of the threat. " ¿Estás bien querida? You had me worried when you didn't return, come on let's get you to the medical wing. " Miguel picked you up, your injuries made you pass out but you could have swore that Miguel was smirking before you shut your eyes.

• You eventually woke up but you weren't in the medical wing, you were in a bedroom and it didn't belong to you. A delicious smell entered your noise and you looked down to see your wrist bandaged. You carefully got out of the bed groaning. Still sore from your injures. You left the bedroom and walk down the hallway and into the kitchen where Miguel stood cooking a delicious meal. He eas wearing a tight black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Miguel turned around and saw your confused look. " Ah! corazon your awake! I brought you here because your injuries were so bad that I decided to treat you, also I didn't want the others to feel bad for not answering you. Good thing I answered you or else you would have been dead, now you know why I don't want to send you on anymore missions, you aren't strong enough which is fine, you were made for better things. " Miguel turned around and went back to cooking. You stood there and looked down, was Miguel right are you weak?

• Miguel had you sit down at table which you did still looking upset. " Now don't pout, until your injuries heal you can stay with me. I'll tell the others that you are on vacation a well deserved vacation. You do so much for everyone and take care of everyone. It's time for someone to take care of you~ " Miguel lifted up the fork to feed you some of the food. A break did sound nice and you could try to mentally recover from what had happened on the mission. So you agreed to stay at Miguel's place until your injuries healed. It wouldn't take that long for you to get better right?

• Wrong..... you always felt so weak and sleepy after every meal, Miguel made for you from breakfast, lunch, dinner, and even small snacks. You body always ached, you threw up, felt dizzy, and tired. Miguel ran some test and told you that you were sick but didn't know what you were suffering from. When you wanted to leave because you didn't want to be a burden. Miguel shook his head telling you that you weren't a burden that he would take care of you and that he didn't mind the company especially after all he lost. That made you feel sad so you stayed. Miguel bought you anything you wanted to make you feel at home, he even brought your clothes and other items from your apartment which felt weird at first because you didn't give anyone your address.

• While Miguel was gone and didn't come home the usual time he did. You were hungry and Miguel always cooked for you. So you wanted to surprise him and cook a meal for him and you. As you were going through the cabinets. You find a strange green bottle with some purple liquid inside. You ask Lyla about it, as she was painting her nails and not looking at you, she said the ingredients along with the side effects. " Not safe for human consumption, why do you ask? " She called out. Your whole body froze, was Miguel drugging you? Did he plan this whole thing to trap you here. You ran towards the bedroom to look for your watch but couldn't find it.

• " Looking for this corazon, it's rude to leave without saying goodbye or even a thank you mi amor for taking care of me... " You turned to see Miguel holding up your watch. Before you could react, Miguel threw it down and stepped on it. The watch broke into pieces. " oops... " Miguel quickly walked towards you and caged you with his body as your back was pressed against the wall. Tears stream down your face, this had to be a nghtmare. " D-Did you drug me, why did you drug me!? Did you send me on that mission knowing what would happen to me!? " You screamed at Miguel. Who stared at you with those red eyes. " Yes... because I needed to teach you a lesson that you are weak and only I can protect you because..... (Name), I love you~ " you flinch when Miguel strokes your cheek and wipes your tears away. " You are sick... " You said in between panic breathes. " I'm not sick, I was doing what was best for you... for us and you'll understand that soon but let's get you calmed down wouldn't want you to pass out again... " Miguel leans foward as you struggled. Miguel bit down sinking his fangs into your soft skin as you scream. But soon your body froze. " Shhh, te quiero. " Miguel laid you on the bed and left the room.

• You stayed trapped in Miguel's home for weeks. He told the others at the society that you quit and didn't want anyone to contact you since you wanted to retire from being a hero and didn't want any reminders or memories of the society. Of course everyone was upset but respected your wishes, if only they knew that truth. Just because you were kind that didn't mean you don't have a fighting spirit. You always fought to escape and tried taking Miguel's watch but he always overpowered you and knocked you got, always yelling his lungs out at you. " 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋 fighting me, I'm trying to care for us for you! I don't want to keep fighting you. But you leave me no choice but to do this..... " Those last words from Miguel made your stomach drop. He locked you in a room and only left you a blanket and a mattress. The room had a bathroom but no windows. " I'll let you out when you learn to be a loving partner. " And he left you alone in that dark room. The only time he came back in was to bring you food but said nothing and left.

• Being in that room was driving you crazy and the food wasn't good it was just microwave meals that weren't cooked all the way and the room was cold. You sat there on the mattress crying all day and all night. Screaming for Lyla but she didn't respond because Miguel instructed her not to. After a month you sat there feeling mentally, physically, and emotionally drained. The door opened as the hallway lights burns your eyes. Miguel stood there with his arms out while staring at you, he stood there waiting and you got up. Walking over you hug him tightly. Miguel smirked and hugged back as he planted a kiss on your head. " Have you learned your lesson, do you love me? " He asked while rubbing your back. You nod your head. " Then say it, say you are sorry and that you love me. " Miguel said while hugging you tightly so tight that he could snap you in half. " I'm sorry for being selfish for not appreciating what you do for me, I love you Miguel, please don't send me back into that room, I'll behave, I love you, I love, I love you. " You said in between sobs.

• Miguel smiles and kissed you. " Good, let's go get you properly cleaned up and a good meal~ " Miguel picked you up and did as promised, he gave you a bath, fresh pajamas, and cooked your favourite meal. The two of you even sat on the couch watching your favorite movie. What made Miguel happy was how you cling to him. How whenever he went to the bathroom you would panic and try to follow him. " Don't worry cariño, I'm just going to the bathroom I'll be back watch your movie and be good and I won't put you in the punishment room. " Miguel kissed you and left. That night you laid in bed with him and quickly fell asleep since you were in an actual nice bed. Miguel watched you sleep and was finally happy that you had you.

Part 2 coming soon comment if you wanna be tagged in part 2

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heyybaejjk · 8 months

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I’m in love w the nerdy miguel and popular reader sm, boutta cum frfr

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dilfartist · 8 months

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Attention all ATSV writers

Please, for the love of god, stop mischaracterizing Miguel! Or anyone!

A lot of fics make him an abusive, overwhelming romantic, cold man. He's just a normal guy with spider powers. He’s a softy if you actually observe the scenes he’s in. And I know it can be hard to perfect a character when you’re writing them in certain situations, or when their character has layers. But you should strive to achieve the closest to their canon character as you can.

Am i saying you can’t alter a character at all? No. I’m a Yandere writer and I have to alter some characters to make a fic, but I make sure to keep them as close to the character as possible, including a dark part that probably isn’t true about them. And please for the love of god, if you make NSFW make sure they fit Miguel's character and aren’t fetishizing.

Use the ATSV character wiki, (here is miguel’s) before writing, or rewatch clips of characters. We gotta do better.

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appleblueberry-pie · 1 month

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I saw your post asking for yan Miguel asks:

I’ve been praying for someone to write about Miguel with a giant reader.

I dont even know if I want us to be a whole drider or just a Giant Woman™️ (lady Dimistrescu, my beloved). Or maybe both and we can final form an even bigger spider!

Sorry, I’m just excited to have a place to ask and I’ve had this in my head for so long 😅

It’s just been clinking around that in some spiders the females are much bigger and the males would have to like feed and appease her to try and mate without getting eaten.

And I am an absolute SUCKER for mating rituals!

I hope this catches your interest, thank you for reading 😊

Ooooooooooooooh my god? Yes? Why haven't I thought of this before??

DINNER IS THE DESSERT.

cw: mentions and threats of committing cannibalism. predatory tendencies. animalistic tendencies. sadistic and masochistic tendencies. public humiliation? scent kink. male sub + dom female.

Miguel is scared of you.

You....you aren't giving clear signals. He doesn't know what you want from him. All he wants is to please you, make you happy. He wants you to notice him and fucking love him. He wants to be yours. Not your dinner.

He used to be the tallest in the company. 6'10, 300 lbs. Ever since Jess softly introduced you and scattered off like a mouse, you have been the biggest. 7 feet fucking tall and one extra inch for decoration. 270 lbs and hungry for a mate. He can tell. Your scent wafts up his nose when he's in a 20 foot radius. And when he brings you a gift he think you'll love, he knows you don't like it when you stare down at him, almost disappointed in him, and lets the silence grow as everyone stares at the two of you. He awkwardly leaves when you don't say anything.

No one else will dare talk to you if they're interested because they know that they don't fit your standards. You're too fucking scary. No one. NO one can match your strength or even catch your interest besides him. And it's beautiful, because he's been obsessed with you and everything about you since he first met you. To be your bitch for the rest of his life is a dream come true. And to do that, he has to up his game. Attempting to intimidate you will get him killed. Simply offering himself to you will also get him killed. Actually, used, shown to everyone, and then killed.

And the only thing that has been working so far, has been giving you gifts. That's the only time he has a chance when it comes to communication and even winning a simple glance for your attention.

When you first introduced yourself to him, the both of you were alone. Peter and Jessica hated your energy, and Miguel was the only one that could possibly fight you off if you attacked them.

"Everyone thinks I might kill them if I get too close."

You were too close. He couldn't turn around. You were directly behind him, staring over his shoulder at his work. Not a single muscle in his body moved, his fingers stilled, his breath paused. Your body heat radiated off of your suit, doing nothing to filter the strong scent of your lust and hunger. Miguel felt your breath hit his neck and felt an urge to cry. He felt pathetic. His ears felt clogged as they began ringing, his heart beating out of his chest.

He heard you laugh silently. "You're scared." You took a single step forward, and your front connected with his back. Miguel was becoming overwhelmed with his emotions. Within the five minutes he had known you, he found out he was so utterly attracted to you, wanted to be your mate, and was so fucking terrified of you all at once. Your scent punched its way up to his brain and made him close his eyes with how pungent it was.

"Don't be scared." His heart dropped as he heard himself breathing again, at quite a rapid pace. "Let it happen." He flinched when your cold fingers, and then your hands, touched around his small waist. You exhaled and stared holes into the side of his face. He still couldn't move.

"You smell so good." His heart leaped at the praise and he found the courage to blink again. But then your lips brushed against his neck and he violently flinched, yelping in fear. You were going to eat him. Your hands tightened painfully around his body when he was about to thrash and he began hyperventilating in fear.

"What did I just say??" Your hot breath hit his ears and your words shattered his mind. Without thinking, he responded. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry." You roll your eyes and step away from him, giving him the space he needed. Immediately, he gulped in as much air as he could. His shoulders relaxed slightly and he finally turned around to face you.

You looked as beautiful as he thought. If not, more. Your broad shoulders, muscular legs, sharp eyes and face. You looked down at his raging hard cock and frowned. "So fucking pathetic." You step closer and firmly grab his chin, his eyes turning the other way to not make eye contact out of fear. "It makes me want to taste you." Your words cause an accidental whimper to slip from his lips.

If Miguel knew that taking that serum was going to do this to him, he would've never became spiderman. He felt like he was going to urinate everywhere, climax in front of you, sweat up a storm, and scream for help all at once. He wanted to crawl underneath your skin and be one with you, but wanted to be far away from you at the same time. He felt a violent pull and push when around you and he felt it deep inside of him. Something inside of him screamed that this was his mate, and he was yours to please, and to do anything for your approval. You bring him light. He never was so conscious about his precious body until you came and threatened to kill him in his work space like you owned him. And maybe you already did. Because he's never felt his heart beat like this, he's never felt so alive. He wants you. He wants you.

You bring your eyes down to those lips. His fangs began to protrude and poke at his bottom lip as a natural reaction to a predator. Anything to stay safe and close to away from you. "I wanna have my fun with you, first." Miguel physically can't respond. He lets the silence build, his tongue heavy and numb. But then you let go and walk off like nothing happened. You haven't spoken ever since. And he's been trying to win your love ever since.

Miguel doesn't remember the last time he's had a real conversation with the rest of the spider community. Because all he's been doing is growling at people like a dog when it's not you. Lyla had to set up an entire other email account for people that want to reach out to Miguel and had Jess answer under the account name whenever she could. If you're not out scaring the spiders just from being there, Miguel is out there purposefully scaring people out of their socks. He wants NO attention on you besides his own, and he makes sure of it. Fuck monitoring the missions, fuck eating, fuck sleeping, and fuck the multiverse(for now), you need tending to.

All of his technology as of right now goes into finding out what you love most and what not to give you. He knows you like homecooked meals, he knows what types of clothes you enjoy wearing besides the typical spider suit, and he knows you love baked goods. He watches your everyday life in your universe and has a visceral reaction when he sees you entertaining men and women that come flocking towards you. You know that he wants you. You know that he loves you and would do anything to win you over. So then why on Earth are you talking to them??

As an attempt to forget about your "playful" disloyalty, Miguel has been making you home-cooked meals every day for your breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If you wanted food anywhere else besides his universe, he'll let you choose the location. If you didn't want food, he'd ask if you wanted anything else. Massage? A hot or cold drink? Tired? Take a break, please. He can bring you to one of the resting rooms meant for healing Spider people who are injured, you get a pass. Don't like how long your mission is taking? He'll do the rest for you. All of his attention is yours. But recently, you haven't been reciprocating his advancements.

"Y/n...?" His heart skips a beat when he realizes you're staring at him like that again. You two were once again all alone in his office and you had him cornered. He looks off to the side to the multiple bags of things he was choosing to give to you that you'd enjoy. You had kicked them off of the platform. Clearly you wanted something else, he just couldn't figure out what. He didn't want to die.

"I'm getting bored."

You advance towards him and he stutters out, "What...? Dios mío, por favor, no me hagas daño. You know I-" "Shut up. Just...shut the fuck up." You sigh and rub your face. He stays still and lets you collect yourself. You wished that the smell of fear coming off of him didn't excite you as much as it did. "Why are you so stupid?"(My god, please don't hurt me.)

Miguel purses his lips. That's usually his line. But it's not like he isn't being stupid. He's like a child, blindly bringing their parent random things in hopes of gaining their approval. "Show me." Miguel blinks and looks up at you, confused. He opens his mouth to speak, but immediately shuts it to consider the possibilities. Do you mean himself? Show himself to you? He closes his eyes and inhales.....your scent. It smells so sweet now. You're trying to calm him. The corners of your lips slowly twist up and he understands.

You make him stand where you were, and you lean back on his work desk where he stood, crossing your arms. "Well?" He doesn't let another word slip out of your mouth and disengages his suit. He watches your eyes glint red and pulls down his (now) tight boxers that covered what you're probably wanting to see most. "No." His hands shoot to his sides and you stand to walk over to him. You stare him up and down, slowly circling him to get a full view.

"Think you can take me?" He nods at your question. "Speak." "Yes, I can take you." You place one hand on his lower back and press the softest kiss onto the crevice of his neck. It tingles with the feeling of your plush lips finally hitting his skin. "I don't know......I've heard about the small human women you've given yourself away to." No one compares to how you make him felt. He was offended that you thought his infatuation with you equated to random women he had with flings with to satiate his desire. He wanted to prove himself. Your nails suddenly feel so close to penetrating his skin, the more you touch him. He hears a churring noise come from your throat. And he tries to stop it in time, but he couldn't help reciprocating the same sound, now erupting out of his throat as well. You smile and bring yourself to stand in front of him again. "Is that what I am to you? A little human girl for you to share your seed with?"

Miguel shakes his head and opens his mouth, yet you interrupt him once more. "Then show me." Miguel's brain goes blank and his body feels light as he allows you to keep him safe to show you what his devotion means. He doesn't know if he'll live to see tomorrow or die blissfully to be your meal for the next few days. All he knows and wants and shall have are the next few hours to be yours completely. Body, mind, and soul in the ways he truly desired.

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𝕀𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Miguel O’Hara x F! Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Something seems off about your husband. He doesn’t seem like himself… almost like he’s someone else.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ANGST, ANGST, LIKE SO MUCH ANGST. Car accident (implied), Character death, Identity theft, Toxic relationship, Abduction, Drugging, Strong language, Fighting, Mention of Suicide, etc.

I don’t think I missed any but if I have just lmk :)

I also didn’t proofread so…. regardless- enjoy

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Something was wrong- extremely wrong.

He didn’t have the same healthy color in his face or his bright eyes. His energy didn’t radiate the happiness it once did--now it felt intimidating and stiff. Almost as if her husband had been replaced in the middle of the night. He moved his arm over her shoulder and wrapped it around her waist, putting his chin on her shoulder. His hands weren’t warm anymore- they were frigid and calloused. He was awake- not saying anything, just studying her face as she stared at the window in thought. He rubbed her cheek with his thumb and kissed her forehead. “Good morning, mi vida.” he whispered, bringing the blanket higher so it would cover their shoulders.

She was snapped out of her thoughts and slightly turned to him. “Good morning”, she replied quietly.

“What’s going on up in here?” he asked slightly concerned as he poked her head with a low chuckle as he noticed she’s been awake for a while but was just staring into oblivion.

“Nothing…” She lied as she got up to start her day she lightly kissed his forehead.

Miguel kept holding her, trying to drag her back to bed. "Come on, just 5 more minutes..." he begged, his eyelids slowly closing as his face scrunched up in frustration. “Mi tesoro, you're not working today? It's the weekend, love. Can't you be normal and spend the whole day with me?" Miguel groaned, his arms tightening around her.

“I told you yesterday I have to go help Bailey with her wedding invitations…”, she whispered confused. Why didn’t he remember? He always took note of everything she had to do as she always keep him in the loop of her life.

"Oh, of course..." Miguel sighed, his eyes finally opening fully. His attention was glued on her as he kissed her on the forehead and let go of her, reluctantly. "I'm so sorry for forgetting, love. I hope you'll have a fun time." It was quite rare for Miguel to forget about the things she had to do; in fact, it was extremely odd. He normally remembered her tasks, her breaks at work, even when she had girls nights. Everything about him was peculiar this morning- his mannerisms, his appearance, and his mood.

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡?

She didn’t have any proof that he was someone else and and the notion itself sounded absurd. So she just went to the kitchen and made some coffee- trying to push away the thoughts hoping they’d leave when she started her day- maybe she just didn’t sleep well and was paranoid for no reason.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿.

𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮?

Why was he acting so strange all of a sudden? She's seen Miguel when he's stressed, tired and worried, but not like this. His behavior was alarming. He's doing a really poor job in hiding his fatigue; he's more irritable than usual and his speech is slightly slurred. Something's off. Something's very off. But what could y/n do about it? She was so lost in thought she didn't even notice when Miguel came up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her.

“Cafecito?" He asked softly.

She shook herself back to reality, glancing at Miguel with a slight smile before nodding in response. Miguel poured y/n’s cup before handing it to her. He then prepared a cup for himself and sat down at the bar counter, taking a sip and savoring the taste of the steaming brown liquid.

She picked the cup off the counter and took a sip, then turned to him- freezing. “Since when do you drink coffee?” she asked. Miguel always hated coffee- he hated the taste it left in his mouth.

Miguel almost choked on his coffee. "Since... forever?" Miguel tried, almost stammering before he got his voice back. “Coffee is a necessity. I must be a productive citizen, even at home."

He gave y/n a playful nudge, smiling weakly. He looked exhausted. His movements were so stiff. His gaze and facial expressions were so... dull.

Her body broke out in a sweat and she quickly walked away. “I’m going to take a shower.”

"Alright. I'll just be here," Miguel replied, waving her away.

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Y/n had finished taking her shower, feeling refreshed and ready to face another day. She exited her bathroom and headed to her bedroom to get dressed. She put on her favorite, casual, long, black dress, a gift Miguel had bought her for her birthday, and started doing her makeup. Miguel always loved when she wore this particular dress; it accentuated her curves, yet was elegant and simple enough to make her feel confident and beautiful.

She sighed, looking in the mirror. Miguel was right, she was stunning. But he was even more stunning when he looked at her.

She walked out of the room and saw him still drinking coffee. “Aren’t you going in today?” she asked confused as he was supposed to be gone almost thirty minutes ago.

Miguel looked up at her with a soft, warm look in his eyes that made her feel a bit weird. “I decided to take today off to be able to be able to clean for you.” He smiled at her but it sent chills down her spine. It was almost like he was trying to be too sweet. “want to make the apartment nice for my favorite person."

“Ok…. I’ll be home around five.” she said confused and off put. Something was wrong- this wasn’t Miguel. He usually helped around the place but he never took work off to do so- he just did his part when he came home, something they always did together.

She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was definitely off with Miguel as she put on her flats and packed her purse. She knew this felt different but couldn’t point as to why.

"Alright, love..." Miguel replied, staring blankly at her as she headed out of the door. He didn't question why she was leaving so early. Didn't he say he wanted to spend time with her? Oh, maybe he wanted to spend time together when she got back.

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Seven hours later she walked in with grocery paper bags in her hands and kicked off her flats at the door. She walked into the kitchen and saw Miguel putting away dishes. He was still wearing the same outfit. His sleeves were rolled up, a small bandage on his left arm and a little device she’d never seen on him before.

"Mi vida!" Miguel said in an excited voice. "You're home." His eyes drifted down to the grocery bags in her arms. "You got groceries?" Miguel said, with what sounded like genuine surprise.

“I did.” she said softly and set them down along with her purse.

"You could’ve called me- I would’ve brought them up for you. I'll put them away," Miguel said, taking the bags and putting them on another counter then turned to her again suddenly and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"I'm so glad you're home." He whispered, pressing his body against hers. He held on so tight, it almost hurt. His touch was firm and almost desperate. She didn’t know how to respond- she just tussled his hair softly Miguel stayed hugging her, as if he didn't want to leave her go. He buried his head into her neck and sighed contentedly. His breathing was shallow; there seemed to be a lot of weight on his shoulders. He looked exhausted, yet relieved.

"God, I missed you." Miguel mumbled, stroking her hair.

“I missed you too.” she said softly with a slight nervous smile and pulled away. Miguel looked so relieved when she seemed to reciprocate his feelings. He took a deep breath and kissed her forehead.

“I'll put the groceries away." he said and started to put things in the pantry. He was silent for a minute as he put the last items away. "Are you hungry, love?" He asked gently. “I could make spaghetti."

“I was gonna cook.” she mumbled softly as she washed her hands.

"Okay, great." Miguel said, coming up from behind and massaging her shoulders. Y/N could feel how tense his touch was. His hands were cold and clammy; so much for being the warm, caring Miguel she knew.

"I'll just stay here with you, okay?" He said happily and gave her another kiss on the cheek. She nodded and pulled out a pot. She cut up tofu, and vegetables and sautéed them. She then added broth and spices. Miguel was very quiet, observing her movements as she cooked. His hands gripped the counter, his knuckles white. His gaze was fixed on her working. His mind was full of thoughts, and she could feel how tense he was.

This wasn't normal Miguel. No- not at all.

She finished the soup and put it in two bowls. She put them down on the table, one on each side of the long table- putting a large distance between them. She got glasses of water and spoons as well. She sat down first and started eating as she waited for him to eat his.

Miguel was slightly taken aback by how far she had placed him, but nevertheless he sat down and joined her at the table. His eyes met hers as he reached for a spoon and started eating too but Miguel soon stopped. He was staring at her, with an odd look on his face.

His pupils were dilated. His whole appearance was just so... wrong.

She stopped eating and got up, “I also saw these cool looking lemon cookies while I was out. You should try some.” she said as she put two of them on a plate and gave them to him- walking back to her side across the long table as she watched him with her head resting atop her hands.

“Lemon cookies, my favorite..." Miguel mumbled, suddenly sounding a bit distant from reality. His eyes remained fixed on hers, almost like Miguel was trying to read the thoughts in her head. She had an intimidating look on her face as if she was staring into his very soul. Without thinking about it, Miguel ate the lemon cookies one after the other.

She stared at him- not eating just staring at him with her head resting on her hands, never moving.

His lips were slightly curved upwards, but it was almost as if Miguel was trying to put up a facade. His cheeks, while showing a faint smile, looked so pale. His cheeks lacked color and weren't rosy as they usually were. Miguel was staring at her as if he was about to say something but as he opened his mouth she cut him off.

“How were those lemon cookies?” she asked slowly. It was like Miguel was having trouble formulating coherent sentences. He cleared his throat and looked at her eyes again. He smiled at her with the same smile he’d been giving her all day. His eyes looked genuine but lost.

“They are delicious. Just like you.” Miguel replied, with a smile. There was a long moment of silence. You could hear a pin drop until she broke it.

“Who are you?” she asked coldly as she still stared at him.

Miguel's eyebrows furrowed, making him look confused. Was that her way of teasing him? "Love, who else could I be? Miguel, your husband?" Miguel chuckled softly.

“My Miguel hates tofu soup.” She said coldly never taking her eyes off him.

“More importantly- my Miguel has an anaphylactic response to lemons that’s he’s well aware of.” There was silence again.

“So I’ll ask you again- who are you?

Miguel's eyes widened when she mentioned the lemon thing. How could he forget about her husband's allergy? He was sweating, trying not to show how panicked he was. He tried to find an excuse to justify why he could be having trouble remembering things.

"My apologies, mi tesoro. I uh... I've been too busy lately to remember, and my mind's been a bit foggy..." Miguel smiled nervously, hoping she would be convinced.

“Memory or not- my miguel would be convulsing on the floor and foaming at the mouth due to the lemon. You, however- are perfectly fine.” She said sternly as she stared into his soul- her energy was intimidating him.

Miguel gulped.

She was right.

“Y/N, I can explain..." Miguel said, not knowing the best way to respond to her. He stared into her eyes. They looked the same exact way that his y/n’s eyes looked when she used to get upset.

He couldn't just tell her the truth- she’d think he was insane. He thought for a minute. What was a believable explanation?

"You know how I am when I get little to no sleep…" he said finally. It's true; Miguel did get grumpy and forgetful when he didn't get much sleep.

"That's the reason, honey. Now come here and give me some of your affection to feel better," Miguel said, reaching a hand out to grab her arm. He wanted to be affectionate with her; like the real Miguel. He was just tired, right?

She glared and slapped his hand away angrily.

“Where. Is. My. Husband.”

Miguel looked away, remaining silent. He was too ashamed to admit what he truly did. After a few tense seconds, he finally spoke up. He still sounded nervous.

"Y/N… you know I love you?” he sighed reply as he rubbed his temple. “I couldn't bear to live in a world without you. I've always loved you, mi tesoro- and I couldn't imagine any other universe where it shouldn't be the case."

Miguel kept avoiding her gaze. She kept trying to make eye contact from a distance though.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” She asked confused and upset she wasn’t getting a straight answer from this man who had tricked her.

“You see…. I-I missed you so much I had to come to your universe and be with you. I couldn't stand being happy when you were….” He trailed off and sighed deeply taking deep breathes as if he couldn’t get the words out.

“To… my universe?” She paused and stared at him. “What are you talking about?” She said nervously.

“Yes, your universe. You see- I’m not from here. I am Miguel thick and through just… y’know not your… Miguel.” He explained as he pressed his watch and spoke, “Lyla- bring up file 1267.”

As he did a hologram popped out from the watch- it showed him and another person.

It was Y/N.

The items inside the file ranged from photos from what looked like dates, family events, parties, etc. Then towards the bottom, there was photos of hands with rings, wedding photos, vacation photos, and then…. photos of him, his y/n and a baby.

She backed up in her chair from the opposite side of the table. “I… I don’t understand… that’s- that’s not me.” She was breathing heavily and confused.

“You’re correct. This is Y/N L/N from earth 928. You are earth 587.” He said as he closed the file and the hologram disappeared into his watch again. “But just as I am Miguel thick and through- you are Y/N.” He said and got up, walking towards her. She backed up slightly but he grabbed the back of the chair so she couldn’t.

“We could be so happy. Please, Y/N.” He said as he stared at her and stroked her face. She was so shocked and scared- she just stared up silently for a few moments till it hit her.

“What- no! Where the hell is your Y/N?!” she smacked his hand away again and got upset.

Miguel backed up and stared at her for a second before sighing deeply with a hand on his hip and rubbing his temples again. He sat in the chair closer to her instead of the one he was originally sat in. He spoke into his watch again but this time it seemed more sad and quiet, “Lyla pull up file 1268.”

The hologram screen popped up again and showed a passcode. He entered the passcode, (y/b/d). He scrolled through and it was videos and photos of funeral preparation. She was confused until she saw her photo on a poster board and a young child’s next to it.

“She…. I mean- you…. “ he paused.

“We got into a huge argument one night about our relationship… it got way too intense and you went to take our daughter to her aunts house.” he stopped but his shoulders slightly shook. “You didn’t make it there.” Miguel was trying not to tear up. He missed that version of her so much.

She paused and felt a little sad for him. Although she was angry at him for what he did- he’s been through a lot.

He got up again and lightly grabbed her shoulders. “But you’re here now. We can do this right this time. I’ll protect you and our family. I’ll be there for everything you could ever need or want. We can be happy. You make me happy.” He basically pleaded as he gently grabbed her hand and put his forehead against hers.

She was frozen in confusion and shock. This was a lot of information to process and take in. It was hard to think. She could feel the sweat pouring down her neck and her palms. She couldn’t she had a husband. That was when her heart dropped.

Her husband

“Wait….” she slowly backed up as she stared at the floor- nervous to ask the dreaded question. “Where is my Miguel?” She asked and finally looked back up at him.

He went silent and slightly gripped her hand tighter. “Does it matter? I’m right here.” He tried to reassure her as her stroked her hair again. She was still as a statue.

Why wouldn’t he answer her?

“Miguel…. Where is he?” She asked once again but more stern. He slowly took her other hand and his eyebrows furrowed. “…. I did what I had to do.”

She felt as if there was an elephant dancing on her chest. She tried to pull her hands back but he firmly held them in place. Her breath was erratic and panicked. “What do you mean by that?” She asked as her voice sadly cracked from the tears that were now threatening to spill. He then spoke gently to her.

"... He's no longer alive. As sad as it is... and I hate that I'm saying this but I had to. He was going to make this whole transition so much harder than it needed to be. I wanted to make this as easy as possible for the both of us. Please- understand.” He whispered sympathetically to her almost as he hadn’t just admitted to murdering her husband.

"... But don't you see, mi vida? I've met you again. And this universe will be even better now that I can spend time with the love of my life." He said as he grabbed her shoulders, gently rubbing them in a comforting way as he expected she wasn’t going to take this well.

Her eyes widened and teared up as she stared at the floor. She felt so empty at the news. She had never felt such sadness in her life and she wasn’t sure how to handle it. At least not until the anger hit.

“Y-you… you killed him?!” She cried as she ripped herself out of his grasp and kicked him away.

He looked horrified. “Y/N... I-" Miguel was at a loss for words. "You don't understand..." He said in a soft tone as his eyes teared up. "I didn't have a choice! I had to come to you! I just had to be with you, forever. I can't be with anyone else..." Miguel seemed devastated. It was clear that he really hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but he had to make a choice.

She quickly grabbed her keys off the table and maced him. Then took off running out the back door. Miguel coughed uncontrollably as he was maced, and soon fell down to the floor. He had no idea what to do. Tears were streaming down his face as he tried to recover from the pain both emotionally and physically.

“Fuck! Ow! Y/N, wait! Y/N!" Miguel's shouted out, but she was already far gone. "Damn it.." Miguel muttered angrily.

This Y/N sure was a feisty one. He couldn't help but smile a bit. Miguel was impressed that she actually fought back.

After a while he was able to see again, he cleaned the remaining mace off his face with his shirt and got up slowly. He looked around briefly for her to see the back door still open.

He had to find her.

Miguel wasn't leaving or giving up. He really wanted to be with her. That world was not meant for him, but this one was. He did all of this for her and he sure as hell wasn’t going to give up now.

She was his destiny; she was his everything. There was no way in hell that Miguel was going to let her slip through his hands again.

He quickly walked outside to go after her. He then spotted her walking down the street. Damn, she was fast. He was lucky to be able to find her so quickly.

He picked up the pace of his footsteps, calling out her name. He just needed her to understand and it would all be okay again.

"Hey, Y/N! Y/N, please. Just listen to me!" He pleaded as he followed her but she was not slowing down anytime soon. The wind was messing with his hair and his breathing was a bit heavy.

"At least let me-" Miguel was cut off as he was out of breath. She looked back, shocked to see Miguel pacing after her. She looked back and immediately started running again.

He smiled a bit as he chased after her. This was a game, one he was sure she wouldn't win. Miguel was quick, agile and persistent and well… had superhuman abilities atop of that. He was sure he was faster than her but he found it a bit amusing how she was so determined. Miguel sped up, and soon he caught up with Y/N.

"C’mon .. you can't run forever, y/n." He said with a stern voice and bit of concern about how she was feeling at the moment. Y/N was about to reply but then he wrapped his hands around her waist. He turned her around, pinning her against the wall of the closest building.

"Please don't be so difficult. You’re making this harder than it needs to be," He said in a calm, almost reprimanding tone. He caressed her cheek, looking into her scared but soft eyes.

This Y/N was so beautiful to him. He brushed his fingers against her soft, pink lips. That’s when something he didn’t expect hit him in the face… webs.

He stood there shocked for a second as she quickly scrambled away…

She was this universes spiderwoman?

How wasn’t he aware of this? Hours and hours of studying her and he hadn’t seen anything about her being spiderwoman. This was going to interesting to say the least.

“Well, well, well." Miguel's voice was soft and teasing as he brushed the webs off his face. He then started pursuing her again, determined. She was strong, but was she strong enough get away?

He quickly took off after her. As he was watching her run he noticed how agile she was as she dodged everything in the streets. As they were running, she saw an alleyway, which she took.

“Y/N, you can't hide from me forever!" He called out.

Before he turned the corner, she shot a web to the top of a building and hid up there and hoped he wouldn’t notice her. She sat there, crouched down so she could see where he was at. She waited and waited for him to come around the corner but she didn’t see him. Her heart was beating too fast. She saw this as an opportunity to run, she turned away from watching the ally below to run but immediately hit something hard.

"Oh, well look at that. I found you." Miguel said softly, staring down at her. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at her.

"My love, please. There are things you need to know... things-" He stopped talking as he was cut off by Y/N. "Leave me alone. I don't know you.” She hissed in anger and pushed past him and started jumping from building tops to get away.

He looked determined. He wasn't about to lose her again. Miguel quickly caught up with her, and soon followed her. With his agile and spider-like movements, he quickly got from building to building.

"This is ridiculous,Y/N. Just stop running. I'm not going to hurt you." He says slightly annoyed as he ran beside her.

“I don’t care! Fuck off!” She kept running and he could tell she was having a whirlwind of emotions run through her as she still had tears pouring down her face.

He was speechless, surprised by how rude she was being. His Y/N would never say such vulgar words. He kept following her, keeping a close eye on her. She was extremely fast, he had to be on his A-game.

This Y/N was persistent, which was also something Miguel found attractive. He found the fact that she was also spiderwoman amazing. Miguel found everything about her impressive. Her agility, her speed, her strength, she truly was the perfect woman.

He enjoyed running alongside her, but he wasn't going easy on her. He kept up with her, and at one point he tried to put his hand in front of her to stop her.

He wanted to catch her to make stop, and he did. Miguel caught her, and suddenly he was holding her in his arms. The two of them were facing each other, inches apart from one another. She was squirming trying to make him let go. He tried to calm her, speaking in a gentle tone.

“You can't run from me. This is meant to happen.” He was close to her face, staring into her eyes as he tried to hold her still. "We have a lot to talk about, we need to be civil here. You need to hear me out. Don't be so difficult."

He didn't let go of her, but his grip was a bit looser now.

“Let go!”

"Not until we talk," he replied, a bit sternly.

He was keeping a firm grip on her waist, holding her in place. “I won't hurt you, Y/N," He explains softly. "I just want to be with you, and I'll do anything to do that," Miguel continued. He was sincere, but he also refused to let her go. She meant the world to hun, he wasn't going to leave this easily.

“I don’t love you!” She finally yelled.

Miguel was stunned. That wasn't something he expected her to say. She actually doesn't love him? Y/N, his heart, the love of his life doesn't love him? He didn't know how to react.

“What?" he asked quietly

She actually had the nerve to say that she didn't love him. This Y/N was clearly different from the one that he fell in love with.

She punched him and he flew into a building and she ran again. Miguel grunted in pain as he flew into the building. "Damn it. You don't understand," His voice was slightly angry as he jumped back out from the building and quickly followed her.

He was going to catch her no matter what. “My Y/N loves me, and you're literally a version of her, you must love me too." He didn't let her get away, he was on top of her in a snap. Miguel kept a firm grip on her.

“I loved my husband! Not you!” she snapped angrily with tears

Miguel was confused, she loved her husband but not him? They were the same exact person? He was about to say something more when she started heavily crying.

"Mi tesoro-" His face softened and his voice went lower as he gently wiped her tears with his thumbs. “Don’t be sad, love. Him and I are the same person. I’m here.”

"You're Y/N , and I'm your Miguel, don't you see?" He didn't get it, why was Y/N being so stubborn? Can’t she tell all this was done for her?

“No you’re not! You killed him!” She tried to punch his chest again. Her punches were getting a bit irritating, but Miguel wasn't going to throw a fit. Miguel dodged the punches and grabbed her wrists.

"Hey, calm down." He kept a gentle tone. "Do you think I enjoyed what I did? I didn't have any other choice, you know!" He argued. "I love you, I always have. That's why I had to come here. I can't leave you, I don't want to leave you." He said trying to make her understand.

“And I didn’t want to leave my husband! However, you made that choice for me! I’d rather die than be with you!” She cried heavily as she yelled in his face.

"What? You would rather die?” Miguel asked, startled as all the memories of her dying in the past popped back up. He couldn’t lose her. Absolutely not. He didn't understand her thought process. How could she say that she rather die than be with hun? That was a bit extreme, wasn't it? How dare she want to leave him?

He looked down at her, with a face of disbelief. “Hey, hey, hey, do not say that," He said lowly as he started steering into her eyes.

"I love you, I'm not that bad." Miguel whispered.

“You killed the love of my life! You are that bad!” She screamed and kicked him. Miguel grunted. Damn, this Y/N was determined to get him off her. She had a strong will, there was no doubt about that. Still, he kept a firm grip on her.

“Stop it, we're the same person. There's no denying that. You love me, no matter what universe I'm from." His tone was serious. "If you don't believe me, let's just go back to my universe, we'll see if you still hate me over there."

“Hell no!” She yelled as she struggled more. He chuckled- Y/N was stubborn, but he liked her fire.

“Y/N! Just listen for one fucking second!” He finally snapped. "I was a complete mess when I found out you died... hell, every living version of me was. I just wanted you back, it's impossible living without you." His tone was passionate, not angry or manipulative.

“I want you to leave!” She argued she wasn’t having any of it.

He was confused at first but then he started to get a little angry as well. "Look, Y/N. Whether you want to admit or not, the Y/N that I know and love, does want to be with me."

"And you're going to be with me." He said in a stern, no-bullshit type of way. “It's not a question, it's a decision.” Miguel said aggressively.

“Fuck you! No!” She was not allowing him to change her mind at all and that pissed him off. If this Y/N was going to be so stubborn then that's the game he was going to play. He tightened his grip on her.

“Don't make me force you." He hissed, his voice a bit shaky as he never wanted to be in this position with the person he loved. She tried to kick him to get away. He took the kick and grunted.

"Y/N.." He growled and took a deep inhale to calls himself. "Stop it, Y/N. I won't ask again."

She grimaced and then she spit in his face. He was caught so off guard. He never expected her to spit in his face. He looked at her with a look of fury. "Did you just spit in my face?" Miguel asked, keeping a low tone.

"You won't do that again. Understood?.”

She glared, “Fine.” She then harshly smacked her forehead against his. Miguel was about to speak, but she had just head-butted him. He was caught off again, but he also got angrier.

“You can't just-"

Miguel was cut off once again, he didn't expect another hit. “I'm telling you to stop! Now!" Miguel was not playing anymore. He was done with her bullshit. She couldn't keep hitting him and getting away with it.

“Then fucking let me go!”

"No, I won't let you leave" He glared. "Stop acting like a child, y/n. I'm not asking you again. It's either you stay with me... or I make you stay with me." He was dead serious.

“I fucking dare you.” She snapped and Miguel was stunned. She had dared him? She didn't seem to be afraid of him at all. This Y/N was even more stubborn, unpredictable, and even more daring compared to his Y/N. Miguel's grip on her tightened up, if she wanted to play rough for once, then that's exactly what he will give her.

"You will learn to like me."

“You will love me like you did in my universe. C’mon, don't make me make you" His voice was slightly shaky.

“Like I said- I fucking dare you. I’ll kick your ass.” She huffed.

"I know what a dare means." Miguel's tone was stern, firm. He felt a bit of adrenaline rush inside of him. He wasn't ready to call it quits.

“Fine, mi vida. I accept your challenge.... Just remember, I'm not going easy.." Miguel smiled.

Her eyes slightly widened she didn’t think he would agree.

Miguel chuckled. He felt confident. He knew he was physically stronger, and she was probably underestimating him. He was really looking forward to this.

She glared at him, she was nervous but had to keep up the idea that she didn’t care. “Scared?” She asked mocking him.

“Hell no." He was starting to get turned on by her confident and rebellious nature. He didn't know why, but fighting her was making him feel more attracted to her.

She used both of her legs and kicked him up at least 40 feet in the air. Miguel was surprised that she kicked with so much strength. The strength that came out of her kicks was very unexpected.

When Miguel fell 40 feet, he landed on his back. "Oh wow.....” He gasped, catching his breath. "My love.... you are a lot stronger than I thought." His chest and stomach hurt from the kick, but he brushed it off. He was starting to get a bit excited now, the fight was heating up.

She was in fighting position by the time he dropped to the ground. Miguel was stunned by how fast she responded. "Damn Y/N." He whispered.

Miguel prepared himself, he was ready to counterattack. This Y/N was smart, she knew not to let Miguel make a move.

"Mi tesoro-" Miguel started to speak, but he was cut off as he felt a hard kick at his chest. Miguel moaned in pain, but he was still ready to fight.

Before she could move, Miguel grabbed her by the legs, and he flipped her over. She fell onto her back. Miguel held on tight onto her legs. This was going to be difficult for both of them. It was hard for her to get out of his grasp, and it was also difficult for Miguel to keep hold of Y/N. She shot her webs at him. Her webs attached to Miguel's legs, she was using her webs to try to get out of Miguel's grasp. Miguel used as much strength as he could to keep a hold of her, he wanted to prevent her from breaking loose.

"You're not leaving." He growled lowly.

She shot her webs above her head and pulled herself out of his grasp, using the web to swing back around and kick him in the face. Miguel was surprised that she came up with this strategy. However, Miguel managed to dodge the kick. Miguel dodged and grabbed her foot in mid-air.

“Stop making this fight longer than it needs to be." He said very annoyed at this point. "I'm not going to ask you again to be with me." Miguel said softly while still holding her foot tightly. She tried to pull away as she hopped on one foot.

"Accept it." He said firmly.

"Accept that you're not leaving." Miguel continued.

“No!” She was trying hard to pull away

“And I'm not letting you leave, you're staying with me." Miguel said, keeping his stern tone. He then grabbed her waist and quickly bit her neck. She stopped moving for a second in utter shock as to what he had just done. Then she felt blood dripping down her neck. Her heart sank. Her body immediately started to feel weak and her legs buckled below her. “W-What did you just do?” She asked breathlessly as she fought to stay standing but she couldn’t.

"Sssshhhhhh..." Miguel whispered as she tried to fight against the venom she just injected into her. Miguel then slowly lowered himself to the floor, holding her mouth so she wouldn't yell. Miguel was on top of her now. “Oh, Y/N….” He cooed gently.

She was trying to hit him so he’d let go. "Oh I wouldn't do that if was you." He chuckled lightly. "Baby, shhh... it's alright." Miguel whispered softly. "You're so beautiful." Miguel's tone was calm, he seemed more content now.

Her movements slowed and she was fighting to keep her eyes open. Miguel could hear her breathing start to slow down, he kept her pinned under his body. He started to get even more excited.

Miguel caressed her hair. "This fight is over, you're mine now."

“Accept me." Miguel said firmly. She shot another web to get away and stood slowly. Miguel was surprised by her sudden attempt to escape. She managed to get out of Miguel's grasp, she was a lot faster than Miguel originally thought even though her body was giving out on her. He was slightly pissed off from the moment she escaped, but he still tried to act calm.

"Stop-" Miguel was cut off by another sudden attack. "Oh come on!" Miguel exclaimed as she shot a web and tried to wrap it around Miguel but she completely missed and was wobbling in place.

"That wasn't very bright." Miguel laughed.

“Baby, you can't just keep running forever. I'm going to catch up to you sooner or later." Miguel stood up quickly, and he grabbed her by the arm. He pulled her in close. As soon as he did, her body went limp and she passed out. Miguel was pleased to see that she was finally unconscious. “Let's see you try to fight back after this." He chuckled lowly.

He picked her up, and he carried her in his arms. Miguel smiled, he couldn't believe he finally did it.

“Mi vida, you're finally mine." He whispered with a smile and spoke into his watch. “Lyla- take us home.” And with that- a portal opened and he carried her through.

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Not gonna lie- I did not proof read like at all.

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wildrodrev · 10 months

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a scene from my upcoming fanfic Rattle the Cage. wanted some softness to offset the batshit stuff that goes on.

i'll update this with the link to the first chapter tomorrow! what do you think they are talking about??

(Val goes by they/them)

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meowhara · 6 months

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Mafia!Miguel O'Hara x Fem Bunny Hybrid!Reader

tw : abuse, mistreatment, usage of bad languages, death, kidnapping

synopsis : In a world where hybrids are becoming a common thing. Scientists sells their experiments for a very high price in auctions, making it possible for anyone with such kind of money to own a hybrid or even more

author's note : OMG! this will be my very first fanfic ever. I hope y'all enjoy this little fanfic I made in such a very short time. I'm so so sorry if there's anything wrong with my grammars or maybe you got confused by how I write things in general. English isn't my first language :)

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸, 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

Experimenting with human beings are normal by now all around the world, making hybrids one of the most expensive and valuable assets. They're usually sold with a very high price in auctions, anyone who's able to lay a hand on those hybrids must be some very crazy rich and lucky people.

You're those kind of fine breed, sold for an unbelievably high price. But sadly luck wasn't on your side due to how irresponsible your new owner is. He never took care of you like how people should took care of hybrids. He abandoned you, feeding you poorly, using you only for your small and fragile body. Treating you like an animal and make you do his daily chores such as cooking, cleaning, and even doing his laundry. But you never complain, there's nothing you can do and nowhere to escape.

You don't even know how the hell he was able to purchase you from the auction since he doesn't even look like a wealthy man at all. Who's job is only to sell and purchase drugs from here and there then spend shit ton of money for women and other useless things. He woke up late at the day just to hurt you then leave and came back late at night. Sometimes he didn't even bother to come back home, leaving you hungry and lonely inside his small and packed house in the middle of nowhere.

For the past moths he has been stealing drugs from Mafia!Miguel. Miguel tried to track him down for months without any avail and lost him every single time. After learning your owner's pattern for months, he's finally able to caught him off guard.

But the bastard ran back home and hide just before Miguel catch him. Your owner ran back home and locked the doors, telling you to shut the fuck up if anyone come over to look for him and to not tell his whereabouts.

Miguel is one step ahead this time and he's able to track your owner's house. He then banged on the door which made you jumped in surprise. "Open the damn door, you bastard! I know you're inside." He shouted as he kept banging on the door with his men following and standing by behind him, guns in their hands.

Innocently, you walk over the door and open the door slightly ajar and peeked outside just to met his eyes. Miguel was shocked when his eyes met with your big vulnerable eyes and fluffy bunny ears, looking almost as if you're pleading with a small pout on your face. "Yes?" You said shyly with shaky voice. Miguel looks back at his men in confusion then look back at you. "Hello, little one. Is there anyone inside?" He asked, trying to be less intimidating and as friendly as possible in order not to scare you. You hesitated to answer but you shook your head anyway, since it's seems like the only safe answer to give. He examines your beautiful and small figure from head to toe just to find bruises everywhere then to your dirty clothes that you're wearing. You look up at him with tired eyes and flat expression, making you look like a broken doll.

Miguel is not buying your obvious lie. "Are you sure? You look... Tired. Are you okay?" He asked again. You just nod and rush to close the door but Miguel stopped you from doing so. He grabbed on the door and push it back open, making you stumbling back from the force. "Look, I don't want to hurt you. But I need to take a look inside, okay?" He gave signals to his men to search the house for your owner.

He didn't expect you to panic and starts shouting at him "No! Please! Master will get mad." You said as your eyes starts to well in tears, "He'll hit me and lock me up in the basement again..." You said while sobbing and pulling on his sleeve. Miguel can feel his heart breaking into pieces from how adorably you cried in front of him. As he wanted to hug you and calm you down, his men came back and drags your owner with them. He got a black eye on his right eye due to a hard blow given by Miguel's men right on his face when he tried to run away. They throw him on the floor to force him to get on his knees in front of Miguel.

When your eyes met his you ran towards your master in worry. "Master! Are you okay?" You got on your knees to check on him, even if he's a very cruel and irresponsible master you can't help but feel worried of him getting hurt. But instead of getting any answer back from him, he gave you a very hard and strong punch on the face. You stumbled back in shock and whimpers in pain as you cover your face with your palms from the fear and pain. "You useless bitch! I told you not to let them in!" As he's about to hit you again, Miguel stepped forward to protect you and kick that bastard's stomach with full force in anger. He still couldn't believe that a little angle like you would care so much about a devil like him.

He groans in pain from Miguel's kick and Miguel turned to look at you as you bleed from your nose and cry on the floor. Your owner look up at Miguel then at you "Oh I see what this is all about now. You like her don't you? Fine then, take her away as a compensation. She is a very fine and expensive hybrid." He said with a low chuckle as he gave you a dirty look. "Use her as a cock sleeve or just do anything you like at her, let all of your anger out at her as if she's a punching bag. You won't ever hear a peep out of her mouth, she's well trained for that." Miguel can feel himself boiling in anger but his eyes won't leave your figure, no matter how hard he tried. The idea of a pretty thing like you used and abused by someone like him are just too much for him to even imagine.

Yes, he is indeed a cruel mafia leader. He killed and will kill anyone who got in his way without any remorse or hesitation and punish those who got on his nerves. But seeing how a pure little thing like you getting such a horrible treatment without you deserving any of it, made him feel sick to the pit of his stomach. He got too deep into his thought as he pull a gun out from his pocket without realizing and thinking it through then shot your owner right at his face as you watch the scene in front of you in horror.

The bastard died instantly, his body made a loud thud noise when it hit the floor and blood starts to stain the carpet underneath. Your eyes widened as tears streams down your cheek. Miguel then turned and walks towards you slowly but you stood up and ran away as fast as you can towards your master's bedroom and lock yourself while crying. His men look at Miguel, waiting for his next order. "I'll talk to her." He said with a loud sigh.

He starts knocking at the door, "Little one, please open the door. I won't hurt you I promise." You starts to panic "No go away! Leave me alone! You just killed my master!" You shouted back. Deep down you know that you should be glad that Miguel had killed your master but that makes you feel powerless, knowing that Miguel is capable of hurting anyone let alone killing them.

"I have to okay? He got on my nerves and worse, he hurt you." He spoke again from the other side of the door. "You know nothing about me!" Tears starts to fall even faster from your eyes as the image of your master's dead body kept playing in your head. "Just open this door so I don't need to force it open myself." He said, starting to get frustrated by your behavior.

You ignores him and sat down in the corner of the room, hoping that he'll just go away and leave you alone. He kept knocking at the door but you refused to open it for him. "Fine you won't open this door? I'll have to force it open then." He said before he starts banging harder and harder on the door, cracking it with each of his forcefull movements against the door.

You know very well from how massive he looks that he'll break down the door easily if he wants to. You starts glancing around the room to look for something to protect yourself just incase if Miguel is trying to hurt you. You've been in this room a thousand time when your master forced you to sleep with him but you're never allowed to open his closet or drawers even when you're told to clean his room for him.

Opening the nearest drawer, you starts rummaging to find something sharp to protect yourself. To your surprise you can feel your hand brushing against a hard and cold metal. You never knew your master hid a small gun in his bedroom this whole time but now you're glad he did. Just as you get your hand on the gun the door bursts open and you yelped in surprise. You then points the gun at Miguel "Don't come any closer! Or I'll— I'll shoot you." You said hesitantly.

Miguel look at the gun in your hand with a expressionless face then walks towards you. "I— I said go away!" A step closer from Miguel means a step back from you. But he kept walking closer and ignoring the fact that you have a gun in your hands. Your back hit the wall, making it impossible for you to take another step back from him. He grabbed your hands and points the gun directly at his chest to challenge you. "Go on. Shoot me." He said menacingly. A shiver went down your spine as your hands clenches around the gun and hesitation floods your mind. You never hurt anyone before, how on earth are you going to shoot him?

Your eyes look up at him still with tears on display and your bunny ears tensed then pinned flat back behind you head in fear. Hands trembling badly as you pressed the gun deeper into his chest, not knowing what to do. "That's what I thought." He said before quickly ripped the gun from your hand easily then threw it away to the other side of the room.

You tried to run but he grabbed you wrist and threw you on the floor. "Stop making this harder on yourself." He said before crouching down to meet your eyes. "Please don't hurt me..." You begged while sobbing, hoping that he'll pity you. He just look at your face while caressing your cheek with his massive thumb. Making your face seems so much smaller compared to his hand. "To have such a pretty thing in front of me for free. How lucky of me." He continues to caress your face and admiring your beauty with the feeling of wanting to own you all to himself. Having you safe by his side in his mansion and to have you sleep by his side at night.

But his fantasy must be interrupted by his duty as a mafia leader. "Boss, it's Lyla." One of his men interrupted. "Tell her I'll be there in 10 minutes." He said with so much authority in his voice. "What about her?" His other man looked over at your vulnerable state. Your eyes are focused on Miguel, anticipating his next move. He cussed to himself and took out a syringe from his pocket. "W— what's that for?" You asked nervously. "This? Oh I bring these all the time incase if I need to take a pretty thing like you home." Miguel then cupped you face with one of his free hand and move your face to the side so he could inject your neck easier.

Your hand grabbed his hand, the one that's cupping your cheek. "I don't want this. Please just let me go." He ignores your plea and kissed your cheek softly. "Don't worry little thing, this will only hurt a little okay? Just obey and you'll be just fine." You shook your head but he injected you right away with the syringe. "Good girl." Your body starts to feel numb right away as tears continue to stream down your face. You rest your head against his chest for support. "Shhh that's it, just fall asleep for me like a good girl you are." He pulls you into a hug and starts caressing your hair this time. Your vision starts to blur as darkness starts to invade. Soon you're limp against his chest, breathing softly and peacefully.

He smiled and kissed your forehead before carrying you in his arms in a bridal style. "Let's get going, we don't want the cops to be here anytime soon." He said as he rushed towards his car with you in his arms and his men following behind him. He looked down at your unconscious form in his arms, "Sleep tight, little one."

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miggyyyyohara · 10 months

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OK AUTHORS HEAR ME OUT... "WHO DID THIS TO YOU!?" MIGUEL PROMPT hmmM...🫣🤔

Please feed me, I'm starving. 🧎🧎🧎

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 5 months

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Oh, you wanna play psycho killer? (Ghostface! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader x Ghostface! Peter B Parker) Part 1

RAAAAA! Excited about this one! Based off this post. Inspired by this drawing from Andalusia_Lu on Tiktok. Not proofread. Tbh I’m kinda nervous about this one but…Enjoy! Also in this story MJ and Peter are just friends. This is probably the darkest think I’ve written.

(Y/N) - Your name.

NSFW!!, Cursing, use of alcohol, death, murder, yandere behavior, Reader has a bf who does die, violence, blood, said reader’s bf calls her derogatory remarks behind her back, religious imagery(I think???), stalking, male masturbation, invasion of privacy, reader being drugged, panty stealing, stalking, implied kidnapping, gore, cameras being placed in readers home without their knowledge, it’s a horror one shot so… you know what you’re walking into. Dead Dove Do not eat, MDNI!

Word count: 2.5k

Part 2

Masterlist

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October 31st, Halloween night. Also know as the night that gives college students an excuse to get fucked up while in a shit quality costume that cost 50 bucks at spirit Halloween.

That little rule you are not exempt from, that’s how you found yourself in a random college frat party at NYU, a bottle of beer in one hand, and your boyfriend’s in the other as you drag him through the crowd so you both can dance. The alcohol in your system made your whole body relaxed and your cheeks glow with a dash of red over them, your eyes half-lidded and your smile wide as you looked up at Daniel while Promiscuous from Nelly Furtado blasted through the house. You looked like an angel straight from heaven, although that might be due to your customer, being dressed up as Juliet from the 1996 movie, while your boyfriend was clattered in armor as Romeo. The costumes being your idea after having rewatched the movie a few weeks ago.

You both had lost the rest of your group in the crowd, Jess and MJ had said they were going to the kitchen while Miguel and Peter had said they were going outside to get fresh air but you haven’t seen them since, you wouldn't have extremely worried, if it wasn’t for the reason sightings of the ghostface killer that had been popping up on the news though. Sure maybe going to a party wasn’t the best idea either but you figured you would have been fine since you were going in a group, I mean, what wouldn’t you be okay? It’s not like an actual serial killer goes after a group of young adults who are all drunk right? But now you’ve lost 4 out of 6 people in said group. But maybe in the small chance you do get targeted, you should be able to stand a chance since your Daniel was always in the gym with Miguel, so he was pretty jacked (not as jacked as Miguel though but you’ll never say that out loud).

One song turned to two then to three, just like the beers in Daniel’s hand, you had slowed down so you could at least be sober enough to order a Lyft for when the night was over. Eventually you were whisked away from your boyfriend by MJ and Jess, thankful that they were still at the party and nothing happened to them.

“Hey, have you guys seen Peter or Miguel?” You shouted over the music after a while, Jess just shrugged, before MJ answered.

“They texted me that they found Daniel and he’s like, fucked up apparently.”

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“Please!”

Stab.

“I don’t want to die! Please stop!”

Stab.

“I’ll give anything! Just don’t kill me!”

The begs and pleads become more desperate and sloppy with every second, the words slurring more together from the alcohol and the crimson red liquid dribbling out of Daniel's mouth. The sight was almost enough to make the two men feel pity. Almost.

“Anything?” The shorter one asked with an agonizingly slow head tilt, his voice altered from the voice changer attached to the plastic mask, signaling for the other to stop plugging the knife into their victim’s stomach. Despite not liking being told what to do, he dropped Daniel on the floor with a snarl. Daniel quickly retracted into a small ball, shaking arms going to cover his bloody wound with a groan and whimper.

“We want (Y/N).” If it weren't for him being in excruciating pain and bleeding out, Daniel would have thought they were joking, but the tone in which the words were spoken made his blood that was spilling out from his stomach and mouth run cold.

“W-what?” He asked as he tried to keep his breathing from becoming shallow and his head from becoming too dizzy, but he was failing miserably.

“You heard us. We. Want. (Y/N).” The larger one spoke this time. How badly, he wanted to emphasize each word with another stab, the knife in his hands twitched a bit as he tightened his grip on the black handle. He was itching for an excuse, but he’ll refrain.

For now.

Maybe it was the way he responded to a stressful situation, or maybe it was the lack of blood finally affecting his brain, but Daniel had the nerve to laugh. Fucking laugh. The laugh was breathy, and in between coughs and groans, causing Miguel and Peter to look at their prey like he was the crazy one. Rage filled their bodies when Daniel finally composed himself enough to talk again.

“Y-you can’t be serious? …Right? You-you’re gonna kill-kill me over some bitch?”

How fucking dare he.

How dare he speak about you like you were some random skank, like you were a pile of dirt. You were a fucking goddess, Miguel and Peter knew that, because they worshipped you like one. They didn’t see what you saw in Daniel, he didn’t deserve you, no one did, except Miguel and Peter, they would treat you better than any other man that roamed this stupid planet, and especially far better then the sorry excuse of a boyfriend that they had on the ground like he was a wounded animal.

For someone who was about to die, he sure had a lot of nerve.

He didn’t love you like they did, he didn’t know your every move like they did. They were like your real life guardian angels, always following behind you to make sure no one would harm so much as a hair on your pretty little head, and how lucky were they, that you were juuust oblivious enough that you don’t notice them, just enough to brush of your rummaged trash as raccoons, just enough that you didn’t noticed when a pair or two of your dirty panties go missing, you had too many to keep track of all of them anyways. Never knowing that one of the two would sneak into your apartment while you were asleep to grab them from your hamper, no matter which boy had decided to embark on their mission, both of them had to fight against the struggle to not stay and watch you sleep, fighting the urge to release their painful hard members and stroke while watching you sleep. They’d be lying to themselves if they said they haven’t lost the battle at least once before, biting into their free hand to stop any moans from escaping and waking you up, while they fist fuck their cocks with the other, but can you blame them?

They just loved you so much and you loved them too, you just haven’t realized it yet. How could you when that pest of a boyfriend of yours was pumping your head full of false thoughts? He didn’t love you like Peter and Miguel did. Sure Daniel might seem like he loved you so much, going as far as to get you flowers and gifts from time to time, but Miguel and Peter’s gifts they would give you were so much better, because these gifts were all given to you with the same purpose. To help them watch over you, make sure you were safe, strategically planning to make sure to eventually fill your entire home with cameras right under your adorable nose. The teddy bear that sits on your bed and the light up mirror over your bathroom sink were first of course.

Peter couldn’t help himself, with all of his force, he kicked Daniel right in the balls, causing him to curl up more in pain. Miguel was going to do the same when his phone pinged in his pocket, he quickly took it out and checked it, your name filling his screen made his heart skip a beat.

“It’s (Y/N). She’s asking where we are, and wants us to meet her at her apartment after she drops off Jess and MJ in 15 minutes.” Miguel mumbled as he looked down at his phone, before looking up at Peter then down at their prey on the ground. “She probably thinks we’re still with him, what should we do with him?”

Peter’s eyes followed Miguel’s gaze down to the half- conscious Daniel, silent as if thinking about what to say, or more likely what to do with him.

“We could leave him here for dead?” Peter suggested, but Miguel shook his head at the thought, too risky, they couldn’t have the chance of him being found by someone and taken to the hospital, that could ruin everything.

“You both… ar-are fucking psychotic! Killing me over some-some bitch who doesn’t eve-even give good fucking… fucking head!” Daniel yelled between coughs, more blood falling from his blue-turning lips, he looked like he had seen a ghost due to how pale he was becoming from the blood lost, and now he’s gonna become one. Miguel’s phone buzzed again, this time you only sent a single question mark, looking down at his phone.

“I want you to know that if I wasn’t about to be late to see you, I would beat this guy bloody, for the way he talks about you.” Miguel said out loud as if you could actually hear him, as if you were actually here to hear how true those words were, but instead Miguel raised his knife with one hand and grabbed Daniel’s hair with the other. Enjoying the way the Dani’s eyes widened in fear, his weak arms flailed around as he tried to fight the larger man off of him, but it was no use. “Guess I’ll just have to cut straight to the point.” He said, the smirk evident threw his altered voice before putting his knife against Daniel’s throat and slashing it open. Watching whatever life that was left in him drain from his eyes.

Peter being the skilled photographer he was, took a selfie of the two with their slayed animal, now it’s time to go claim their trophy.

—

Something was off.

Like seriously off, ever since Peter and Miguel disappeared at the party neither of them had answered their phone, and as soon Dani disappeared neither had he. Maybe the party wasn’t the best idea in retrospect, you let out a sigh as you entered your apartment, and collapsed on your couch, wanting to try and calm your racing thoughts a bit before you changed out of your costume. Closing your eyes, and taking in a deep breath.

Your phone started to ring.

Usually, you didn’t answer calls from people who weren’t already in your contacts, so the “blocked number” would normally set off red flags, but maybe the alcohol was still making your brain foggy, because without thinking you answer the call and put your phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

No answer.

You left out a huff and tried again.

“Hellooo?”

When you didn’t get an answer again you rolled your eyes.

“I think you got the wrong numb-“

“Wanna play a game?”

“I’m-I’m sorry?”

“I said, wanna play a game?”

“Um no thanks. I'm hanging up now.”

“Hang up and you won’t get to see your special surprise though.” Oddly enough, you grew a bit curious.

“Wha..what do I have to do?” You asked.

“It’s simple, We’re gonna play a small game of hot and cold.” You had a feeling this wasn’t a good idea, maybe you shouldn’t answer the call. “Right now you’re cold.”

Without another word, you slowly got up, and made your way down the hall, your floorboard creaking underneath your heels.

“Warmer.”

Your heart begins to beat in your ears, you bring a shaky hand up to the doorknob of your bathroom, you go to open the door when the voice from the other end of the phone spoke again.

“Colder.”

You quickly bring your hand back down to your side and let your heavy footsteps make your way into your bedroom.

“Hotter.”

You swallowed the thick lump of saliva down your throat as you made your way to the left side room, your eyes dead set on your closet.

“Hotter.”

You closed the gap between you and the closet, and brought your hand to the handle, mentally preparing yourself for whatever hides before the wooden doors.

“You're on fucking fire baby.”

Your hand drew back the door, the sight made you let out a blood curdling scream, almost dropping your phone in the process. Your Daniel, dead, sitting on the closet floor, gutted out like a fish. The voice on the other end of the phone let out a sly chuckle before speaking once again.

“Sorry about your boyfriend, guess all those muscles didn’t help much.” He mocked before the call went dead, and you finally released your phone, it falling to the floor, as your body began to shake and your breathing became rapid.

You let out a sob and began to stumble away from the mangled corpse that you once called your boyfriend, only for your back to meet with a what felt like a wall of muscle, you quickly look up over your shoulder, being met with the infamous ghostface mask that has been plastered all over the news.

“What’s the matter (Y/N)? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” The altered voice taunted. No, no, no,no. This cannot be happening. You shook your head as another sob left your lips stumbling away from the masked killer and into the hallway, expecting him to follow after you, but instead he just watched you. If you were thinking straight. You’d probably realized that this was a trap, but you weren’t thinking straight, as you finally reached the front door, you went to unlock the door and leave your apartment, but before you even stepped foot out of the door a large hand came and grabbed you around your waist. You take in a deep breath and open your mouth to scream, but instead a white cloth came and covered your nose and mouth, the strong smell of chemicals quickly filling your lungs.

“Surprised (Y/N).” This voice was a bit deeper, then the one from your bedroom, your head became dizzy as you eyes fluttered, your vision was beginning to blacken, before you were fully go under, you saw the man holding you still was a lot larger than the other one, it clicked, there were two of them.

You black out.

—

“She out?” Peter asked Miguel as he slipped off his mask, Miguel following suit.

“Like a light.” Miguel smirks as he goes to pick you up bridal style, your body limply laying in his arms. The two couldn’t help but smile as they watched your sleeping form, so peaceful looking, like an Angel. Their angel. Their plan played out just as they wanted, you were theirs now, and theirs alone. No one could come in the way of you three anymore, all they had to do now was make sure you wouldn’t leave them. But how would you do that if you didn’t know where you were? You couldn’t. That’s why Miguel gently placed you in the backseat of Peter’s car, before getting into the passenger’s seat. They were going to make sure you were far, far away from your old life, so you could start your new one with your lovesick killers.

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