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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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miguel o’hara sees you while saving your universe and decides he has to have you so (using his venom) takes you with him to his universe to do as he pleases with you (and i KNOW this man has a big dick i can feel it)

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content: noncon, dark!miguel o'hara, fem!reader, unprotected sex, spit

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you were losing. your web cartridge was low, webs coming out in short spurts. stress was clear on your pretty face as you banged your wrist against your other hand desperately.

miguel had no choice but to step in, handling the situation with ease. you were a weaker one, breaking down before he had even spoken a single word to you. you sobbed all the way back and long into the night, disturbing him of a nights sleep. his frustration only grew the longer you cried until it had finally stopped, silence taking it's place and only then was he left with thoughts.

you were pretty, a beautiful head perched on enticing shoulders and delicate curves. miguel swelled, pushing against the front of his suit as his thoughts of you overtook the stressful -- much more important -- matters he had yet to solve. he had no choice but to give in to his desires.

you awoke before he even touched you, attempting to spring into action but he got ahold of you, clasping a strong hand over your mouth as he pinned your hands over your head. you pushed, kicked your legs and writhed but he paid you no mind as his teeth grazed the side of your throat.

the shallow heaves of your chest slowed and your tense muscles went slack. your fearful, widened eyes falling. your slow moving pupils followed his frame. he reached behind you, grasping your side and flipping you onto your stomach. calloused fingers trailed up your spine, eagerly searching for your zipper.

impatience grew within him as he tried to refrain from tearing the fabric of your carefully woven suit. miguel barely managed to pull the skin tight suit down your knees before reaching behind his neck and tugging.

he was already hard, fueled by your warmth and compliance. he almost wished he could see you struggle, feel himself overpower you and keep you still while you continued to try and escape him. but that was too risky, jessica was already suspicious of his lack of opposition to help you. that's not to say that he wasn't inconvenienced, but his attraction to you was undeniable and you were weak.

miguel sighed, making contact with your dry heat. his hand curled around your head, pushing his digits into your slack mouth and collecting the slimy moisture, roughly spreading it around your cunt before beginning to push himself inside.

he was met with resistance, struggling to push his head past the threshold. he groaned in annoyance, hips slamming against yours. a weak whine left your lips, a glossy sheen brimming in your waterline as he began to move with fervor, unable to contain himself.

miguel was anything but gentle, and you were well on your way to figuring that out.

#tw noncon #miguel o'hara (belle's version)#dark!miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x y/n #yandere miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse miguel #across the spiderverse

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lovelywetdreamer · 3 months

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After you broke into your older neighbor's house to steal his money, you immediately got caught. You did throw a big rock to break his window. Miguel noticed you are his 21-year-old college student neighbor. You are usually wearing tight clothes that look like they are a size too small. Lavender Purple crop top barely holding your breasts back and short shorts that barely leave anything to the imagination.

Miguel should called the cop on you. You did ruin his window and it will probably take him a good hour or so to clean his floor from shattered glasses. You need to learn a lesson. Just because he finds you cute and sexy doesn't mean he let you go unpunished. Instead of calling the cop as he should, he pulls his cock out of his pajamas pant and had his cock inches from your lip.

"Suck it or I'm calling the cop."

Your lips were wrapped around his cock immediately. You're too pretty and dumb for jail. You would have been someone jail's bitch on day one. Miguel's big hand is on the back of your head. You were making a puddle of how aroused you were to have Miguel's meaty dick in your mouth. Miguel couldn't help but notice how your brown eyes darkened with lust. He thrusts his hip, balls slapping against your chin, and dick stretching your precious throat.

"I'm going to cum and you are going to swallow all of it."

Your mouth was full of his warm, goopy cum. He came a little bit too much because some of it dripped from your mouth and landed on your shirt. Later on, he promised to turn a blind eye to your pitiful attempt of trying to robbed him and walked you back home.

You feel bad for your clueless neighbor because this won't be your last night breaking into his house.

Kimmy made this amazing fanart.

A sequel:

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse miguel #atsv miguel #just pure smut #robber reader #robbery goes wrong in a sexy way #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x female reader smut

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oharababe · 6 months

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SEVEN DAYS A WEEK | MIGUEL O'HARA

✮ main summary. . miguel has this crazy idea of having consistent sex with you for seven days - a whole week - of your time. could you survive that?

✮ chapter 01 summary. . it started with a crazy idea from miguel proposing to start the day of the week with a bang.

✮ cw. . explicit content, sexual intercourse, mutual masturbation, missionary, mating press. 18+.

✮ tags. . modern + roommates au, situationship with miguel. unspoken mutual pining. divider creds: cafekitsune.

✮ wc. . 2,129

a/n: this series is part of @/ficsforgaza.

Miguel: Could you meet me in the living room when you return for a few minutes? There’s something I want to talk to you about.

That was the text message you received from Miguel when you finished loading the car with groceries. He doesn’t elaborate anything further than that which has you curious.

You begin to think of what Miguel possibly wishes to talk to you about. The two of you get along well as roommates, having shared the same house for a good two and a half years. Miguel is an attractive man and there were times when the attraction turned into temptation of lust. It’s difficult to ignore the attraction that’s been lingering between the two of you. The side glances from a distance, the proximity of skin and heat whenever a part of each other’s body brushes against one another. Both your patience snapped one night which led to the two of you ripping each other’s clothes and locked up in his bedroom for a long night of sex.

You didn’t think in your life you would immediately get addicted to the way Miguel fucks you. But you did. You would feel empty, alone unless he fills you up to the brim. It embarrassed you initially because you’ve always held yourself back from being intimate with anyone. And you don’t want things to get awkward between you and Miguel, consider you get along with him before the hook-up.

After discussing with him, you and Miguel come to a mutual agreement having a beneficial relationship of being roommates who fuck each other whenever it’s convenient. In other words, an arrangement of casual sex.

You begin to unload your things from the car into the shared apartment. The house is still empty and most likely. Miguel would still be at work even though his working hours were over not long ago. Maybe he’s running late for the time being.

You proceed to unload the groceries in the kitchen, putting away the dry and packed foods in the cupboards and the fresh foods in the fridge. And since you have time to spare until Miguel gets back, you de-stress yourself by taking a shower.

When you’re done and freshen up, you head downstairs and ready to settle in the living room to watch something on the TV, when you hear the front door unlock. You know that he’s back and it’s roughly the right time he usually does.

“Hey, welcome home.”

When he enters the living room, Miguel calls your name to greet you, then walks past into the joined kitchen. You follow him into the kitchen, seeing his muscles flex under his white-sleeved shirt as he opens up the fridge door. “How was work today?”

“It’s a pretty good day, surprisingly,” Miguel responds. He unpacks his lunch box, cleans it up, and then puts it away. The way he does it feels so domesticating to you and it warms your heart a little.

“I got your message,” you say. “You said that there’s something that you want to talk to me about?”

Miguel stops to look at you. The corner of his lips curves into a smirk. “Si, hermosa,” he begins. “It’s about our arrangement.”

The tone of his voice makes you pay attention to him fully. A part of you fears that he wishes to stop being beneficial roommates, possibly he could have found someone else more to his taste. Or maybe he’s in a committed relationship. You wish what he wishes to talk to you about is because of either. Your heart drums in your chest uncomfortably. You’ve had feelings for him for months and you don’t think that you’re ready to hear the news of spending less time with him.

“What about our arrangement?” You ask.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” Miguel says. He must have sensed your nervousness. “It’s a good discussion, depending on how you see it.” The man adds with a soft chuckle.

His words puzzle you. It doesn’t sound like it would be as bad as you thought it would be, much to your relief. You feel your shoulders relax but you barely recover from the tension the moment Miguel tells you his reason for wanting to talk to you.

“What do you think of us having sex together for a whole week?”

It takes you a whole minute of silence for you to process the information. “You want us to do it… for seven days straight?” You say with a disbelief tone. “Are you out of your mind, Miguel?”

The smirk on his face tells you that he is serious. You’re someone who needs rest for a day or two to recover from an intense session of sex. But Miguel is someone who can go round after round in a day. Because sex with him is usually intense and leaves you a little shakier than you could cope. You don’t know how you could survive doing it for the whole week.

“For seven days straight,” He repeats.

You couldn’t help but laugh contemptuously at the absurdity. “That’s not what I signed up for when we hooked up.” You say. “In what world do you think that this is a good idea? Do we even have the time to do that?”

Well, considering that you and Miguel have worked around the past several months, you know that the two of you can figure something out. More like, Miguel would find a way. Despite it sounds like it’s a sexacation (vacation of sex) that is too good to be true, your schedule and Miguel’s don’t always align. You both work and have other commitments not related to casual sex. It’s the reason why sex is usually reserved for Friday nights and weekends when you’re both free.

“We’ll make time, chica,” Miguel smirks. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

You shake your head, still in disbelief. “Not so sure about that.”

“You don’t think I can pull it off?” He asks in confidence.

“I think you’re insane,” you say before leaving the kitchen to go to the living room.

Miguel calls your name and he follows you behind. “It would only be just for one week. You think that you wouldn’t enjoy having sex with me for a week?”

You turn to face him and he is right behind you. “Fine, prove it.”

Miguel smirks and he doesn’t hesitate for a second. He pulls you by the waist and back of your head, taking you in a passionate kiss. It’s a little rushed and confrontational. His mouth moves in a slow rhythm whilst his hands roam your body, pulling and grabbing. It takes one kiss— a taste of his lips— and your head is spinning in a whirlwind.

You’re moved to the sofa as Miguel carries you in his arms. “I’ll go easy on you, hermosa,” Miguel whispers against your lips. He goes forward on you again and deepens the kiss for a brief moment before he pulls away again. His tongue drags you to feel his heated mouth. You try to chase after his lips as Miguel hovers above you, teasing your mouth.

“It’s Monday today, so let’s start with something easy first.” He says. “Masturbation rhymes with Monday, hm?” Miguel nuzzles his nose against yours. “Then missionary, mating…”

“You’re unbelievable.” You whisper against his lips. Though it doesn’t stop you from clinging onto him. Holding him by his biceps.

“Is that a yes?” Miguel smirks. He drags his hands from your sides down to your hips, moving his hand across your lower belly down between your legs. It makes your breath hitch when his hand touches over your shorts. His fingers tracing your clothed cunt. “To our first challenge?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling him into a needy kiss. Miguel takes this as a yes and his fingers curl onto the band of your shorts, while your hand does the same to his pants. You return the favour by groping him gently, rubbing your palm on his semi-hard bulge, and you hear Miguel groan against your lips. Both your shorts and his pants are taken off and left discarded somewhere in the room, followed by the rest of your attire of shirts, undies and briefs.

“Dios mío, would you look at that?” Miguel says with a smirk on his face.

“Shut up.” You mumble. You don’t need to look at yourself to know what he’s talking about—you know that you’re already wet. When Miguel glides his fingers between your folds—all aroused and slippery–you groan softly at the feeling. One of your hands goes to his cock, thumb toying with the tip of its head as you begin to jerk him off. The other begins to start stroking his girth.

“Fuck.” Miguel nips on your neck at the area below your ear. With his fingers rubbing your cunt and you stroking his cock, you’re both in a mess. Pleasuring each other in sync. The more Miguel rubs down your clit, the more you moan and the faster you move your hand up and down his length. The neediness grows in the room and every touch feels so good. Your body responds to his touch, making your toes curl and thighs tremble.

“Mierda, that’s it, baby. Shit.” Miguel groans. He rubs your cunt faster as you get wetter that it squelches. You try to keep up with the pace and give as much pleasure with every stroke as he touches your clit and labia. The build-up pleasure creeps him out when you clutch one of your hands on his forearms.

It becomes too much, both of you moaning and gasping against each other’s lips. The neediness shows when you feel close to orgasm and Miguel’s cock throbbing in your hand. You feel your lips brush against his lips in a heated kiss, his hand which was playing with your cunt, is pulled away and now holding your hips. He pulls away and stares at you before grabbing his cock and rubbing it against your slit, letting you feel the tip that sends the urge of needing him inside of you.

“Don’t move,” Miguel tells you. He holds onto your legs by your calves, opening yourself up to him a bit more. Miguel almost loses his composure when he feels you engulf him with your warm heat because of how wet you’re already from the masturbation. All wet and perfect for him, making him groan when he bottoms out, and gasp from you.

The two of you are still for a moment before Miguel starts thrusting. His cock fills you up so nicely and it hits your G-spot and rubs your clit with every stroke. You always clench around him with each thrust and Miguel loves it, seeing you writhing and moaning because of him. You’re clutching your nails on his back as his hips move continuously. Moaning and whining his name at how deep he thrusts into you. The way Miguel raises your hips and settles your lower body on his thighs angles him to fuck deeper into you. Making your back arch in pleasure and your body writhe.

“Fuck, fuck, nena,” Miguel moans above you. Gripping onto the sofa cushion he feels himself over to the edge of orgasm. “Doing this with you for a whole week is going to be the best thing in my life.”

“Miguel,” you whine. His stamina is greater than yours so you’re not surprised that he can keep up thrusting into you. You tighten with each movement, the room grows hotter as both you and Miguel move in a pleasant, constant wave.

Both your legs are propped up in the air and placed on his shoulders. Miguel angles you a little higher as he holds onto your legs by your thighs. Feeling your ass cheeks on his hips. Your body tenses and back arches when Miguel doesn’t slow down his thrusts. Grunting as he speeds up and repeatedly hits your sweet spot. “You’re going to come so much like this,” Miguel pants.

And he’s right. Because your body twitches the moment you feel a strong wave of orgasm coursing through you. Miguel doesn’t slow down when you release and his thrusts feel urgent. Slapping himself onto you and ramming in your cunt until his cock twitches, soon spilling his come inside you with a loud moan.

The two of you are out of breath. Miguel gently puts down your legs onto the sofa though his cock is still nestled inside you. You’re both looking at each other, still feeling the effects of the climaxes. “Same time again for tomorrow?” He asks.

You sigh and lean back against the armrest, feeling out of breath. Even then, you still manage to make a joke regarding the situation. “Same position tomorrow?”

“A different one every day.” Miguel chuckles. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

He smiles and leans forward to plant a kiss on your forehead and it sends a rush of warmth to your core. It’s not meant to be a tender display of affection, but it doesn’t help that it still makes your heart skip a beat. “Now, are you hungry for dinner tonight?”

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buryustogether · 11 months

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Do u think Miguel would be the type to try pegging if his lover asked nicely like “I mean alr just this once 🙄” but he ends up really enjoying it

Dumbass bonus hc that bc in many spider species the females are bigger than males/more dominant in mating and result in them eating the male afterwards, after the sesh he’s like “that was nice but why do I feel a sense of impending doom rn 🤨”

i feel like miguel was raised with pretty traditional rules and beliefs, so i think when you first propose it to him, he’s a little hesitant. he thinks it’ll make him feel small and immasculate, but if you really ask nicely and push him kindly and dote upon him, he’ll try it.

and jesus, will he wish he did sooner.

you’ll have to prep him first, obviously, but when you first slide your strap in where you’ve got him pinned down beneath you, he’ll release the most pornographic sound you’ve heard in your life - and you immediately want more.

you’ll have to take it slow at first, gently easing your hips against his like he does with you when he’s in control. as that small, orgasmic spot inside of him is gently lavished in love, he’ll whine and groan and start to push himself back into your strap with a shaky promise he can take more.

“ah - ah - ah…! right there, carinõ, please don’t stop. right there - ah! yeah, yeah, yeah. keep going.”

he might just cum right there when you take a hold of his hair and force his head up so you can hear his cries and moans. the fangs will glint in the dim light and the claws will most definitely tear the sheets. he’ll be bucking back into you like an animal in heat, whimpering and lifting his jowls to pant and moan.

by the time you’ve both finished, he’s a sweaty, panting, whining mess that’s begging for your gentle touch. be sure to care for him properly and he’ll be putty in your hands. he’s cum at least three times, and he’s absolutely spent.

before you both fall asleep, when you’re lost in that world between sleep and being awake, he’ll admit that, maybe, you can both try that again.

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konigenblobbity · 10 months

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Lion Tamer [Bonus]

Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, protective Miguel. animalistic Miguel, Hobie gets a bonk on the head (it was his own fault)

—> [Part 1]

A/n: Not really a part two, more of a bonus that I cut out from the story but still thought was fun.

After leaving you with Miguel in the cage, the spiders left the room to look into finding an antidote or information on what he had been drugged with. As Gwen and Jess work with Spiderbyte to look into it, Hobie, Peter and Pavitr decide to pay you a visit after a few hours.

“It shouldn’t take long though” Hobie says as walks into the room after the two other spiders. “Spiderbyte’ll get it done right quick and then Miguel will be back to his kind and loving self” He says and then chuckles as he turns to close the door behind him. When his joke is met with silence he looks over his shoulder to the others with furrowed brows.

“Oi, did I suddenly become unfunny?” He walks up to them, both frozen in place, figures blocking his view of the cage. “What’s gotten into you two?” He asks and circles to stand in front of them, having not yet looked at the cage. Both Peter’s and Pavitr’s eyes were wide and staring into the cage behind Hobie. “Well I’ll be…” Peter mumbles and lets out a huff of a laugh.

After a moment Hobie finally turns around to look at the cage. He was shocked and had to blink twice to make sure the sight in front of him was real. His eyes were slightly wide and a smirk slowly grew on his lips. “Fucking finally.” He murmurs to himself, putting his hands in his vest pockets.

Lying in the middle of the cage were you and Miguel. Your body was curled up against his chest, the way his figure was wrapped around yours seemed reminiscent of an animal protecting their cub. He had one arm thrown over your body protectively while the other rested under your head, the dip of his elbow your pillow.

“Aren’t they just precious” Hobie jokes and Pavitr chuckles lightly. “Who would’ve thought…” Peter murmurs and Hobie chuckles rolling his eyes. “I did!” He had a cocky grin plastered on his face and called out with a laugh. “It was so obvious” his voice echoed around the room and unbeknownst to him it caused Miguel to stir in his sleep.

He smiles at Pavitr “Oi mate, looks like Gwen owes us a tenner each” adding on a wink. Pavitr smiles “She should’ve never denied the truth” shrugging as he spoke. Peter just looks at them, somewhat bewildered. “Wait… you made a bet on whether the boss likes them?” He clearly wasn’t mad, a slight smile on his face. He seemed a bit impressed.

Hobie shrugs “well to be fair… it only became a bet when Gwen denied Miguel’s feelings. Saying he simply admires their talents” Peter then grins and let’s out a laugh “That’s exactly what Jess said! But I knew better” he places a hand on his hips while waving his finger pointedly as he spoke. Pavitr and Hobie exchange a glance before Pavitr speaks. “Wait… you saw it too?”

Peter shrugs nonchalantly before walking over to where Hobie leaned against a stack of boxes “It’s like you said. It was obvious.” He goes to stand next to him before nudging his shoulder lightly. Hobie looks at him curiously and Peter gives a cocky smirk “So obvious that she owes me twenty” to which Pavitr lets out a frustrated huff and Hobie just laughs.

“Nicely done mate.” Hobie comments giving him a nod of approval before looking back into the cage. Not picking up on how Miguel’s body was tense now, being disturbed by all their talking. “Surprised it took this long though” he adds with a soft chuckle, to which Pavitr nods and Peter shrugs nonchalantly.

After joking around a bit more, their eyes are all back on the cage as they hear a deep growl. All their chatter had awoken Miguel, who was now glaring daggers at Hobie. So much so that Peter stepped to the left away from Hobie just to be sure it wasn’t directed at him. “Why is he looking at you like that?” He asks a bit uneasy. But Hobie ignores his concern.

They all watched how Miguel pulled your body more against his own, his arm under you head bending just enough to wrap around your shoulders gently; still being careful not to wake you. His lips parted just enough in a sneer for his fangs to be on display. His body shifting to try and hide your figure more with his own.

Hobie allows his tongue to trace his top teeth before stepping closer to the cage, an amused glint in his eyes. As he began to move around the cage Miguel’s eyes did not leave him once, completely disregarding the other two spiders in the room.

“Uhh… what are you doing?” Peter asks, hesitating to follow after him, deciding to just stay put. Pavitr watched as well, already having some idea of what the punk had planned. “Just testing a theory!” Hobie tilts his head back, directing his words to Peter but ensuring not to break eye contact with Miguel as he spoke.

The more Hobie moves towards the cage, the more protective Miguel gets. He begins to slowly crouch off the floor, carefully placing your head on the ground as he moved to stand in front of your body. As if to hide it from Hobie’s gaze. Hobie just stands tall, rolling his shoulders back, showing his teeth with a cocky grin.

Miguel does the same, standing up taller, eyes glaring down at Hobie like a hawk. His teeth now fully on display as he unveiled his claws to make him appear all the more threatening. Hobie brushes it off, chuckling almost mockingly at the sight, not even an ounce of fear in his demeanor. I mean he was in a cage, he couldn’t touch him if he tried.

Pavitr watches intently as well before mumbling a warning “Hobie… don’t do anything stupid” but Hobie just raises a hand and waves it at him, not listening. Hobie then stops in his place, Miguel’s body freezes up in response. Hobie’s eyes then dart down to your body.

Its only a second later that Hobie fires a web through the bars of the cage directly at your calf, he then pulls it towards him, dragging your sleeping body away from Miguel. However, he barely managed to pull you an inch across the ground before Miguel grabs at the web.

With the claw of his other hand he cuts it but still keeps the rope tight in his grasp. When Miguel cut it Hobie smirks to himself, happy with the result. When his gaze locks into Miguel’s again, his smile drops. The look in Miguel’s eyes was one of bloodlust and pure rage. He looked about ready to kill Hobie for what he just did.

Miguel glanced down at Hobie’s hand, which was still extended outwards with the web coming out of the shooter on his wrist. Hobie looks down and immediately understands what Miguel must be thinking, he looks back up at him and the corner of Miguel’s mouth was raised ever so slightly… almost in a condescending smirk.

“Well shit.” Is all Hobie manages to say before Miguel pulled on the rope of web roughly. It causes Hobie to fly forward off his feet hitting the cage with a loud thud. His eyes clenching shut and he lands on his ass, hand rubbing at his forehead. Unbeknownst to him, Miguel had rushed over to the wall of the cage while he tried to recover.

“Hobie!” Peter calls out and he and Pavitr quickly rush over and pull him away from the cage before any more damage can be done. Miguel’s hand reach through the gap in the metal bars, claws swiping and cutting through the air in frantic motions. The whole time Miguel had pure rage on his face as his eyes glowered down at Hobie.

Luckily he was now out of his reach but he was looking with wide eyes at just how demented and frenzied Miguel looked. He groans and rubs his forehead again as pain surges through his skull. “Told you” Pavitr says before helping the Brit stand back up onto his feet. “Shut up. I was right wasn’t I?” he remarks snidely.

Once Hobie was back on his feet Miguel gave one last snarl before pacing back to the center of the cage and went to crouch over your body again. One hand carefully picked off any remaining webs on your calf, throwing each one aside with a scowl. Once it was all gone he gave your leg a soft caress to make sure you weren’t hurt.

Peter turns to Hobie “I’m not following. What just happened? What are you right about?” Hobie looks at him and tilts his head like it was obvious. “The prick hates me” he nods his head in the direction of the cage, before chuckling softly.

Pavitr then adds “That or he really likes them” and Hobie hums in agreement. “Huh” Peter comments and they all watch how Miguel lies back down and pulls you back against his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head and cuddling you close against him.

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oceanatydes · 1 year

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Miguel O’Hara x gn!reader; angst, death, mention of Miguel’s daughter

A/N: I wanted to rewrite the scene where everything glitches out for Miguel in the wrong universe except add an x reader component to it

do NOT repost / translate / use my work in any shape or form.

"Cariño! I'm coming!" Miguel yells, running as fast as his legs can carry him. His chest is tight from the lack of oxygen, but he can't stop. He clutches his daughter as close as he can as she cries, grabbing at her father's chest.

There's an ocean of people separating you, frantic with a hunger to escape. People are trampling each other, shoving one other out of the way to evade the impending chaos. Everything is collapsing on itself—buildings disappearing out of thin air, countless people vanishing without a trace. It was only a matter of time before Miguel's decisions caught up with him.

"Miguel!" You cry out, trying to grab his hand. He thrusts through the crowd of people in a desperate attempt to reach you, but can't get close enough. Your fingertips touch, but fall away just as quickly as you're torn apart again.

He's known all along he isn't yours, but he gave everything to pretend like he was. Just to see you smile again. To hold his daughter. However, fate had better plans than entertaining a man like him.

No, Miguel O'Hara is a liar. And he had to pay.

You gasp as a shock runs through your system, the universe fighting itself as all Miguel's rights and wrongs converge at the cross-street of your body. You writhe in pain, falling to your knees as you sob in pain. He keeps trying, he's trying, but the crowd is merciless. They push him further and further away from you as his baby girl cries.

You reach out weakly for him, searching the crowd, hoping he'll come. But all you see is a blur of color, of faces and bodies who belong to strangers.

"Please, Miguel, don't leave me—" the last thing he sees is your eyes. Haunted, terrified. Waiting for him to come and save you, but he never could. That Miguel died along time ago.

You glitch in and out of the universe, along with his daughter in his arms. He looks down at her, crying out, but you're both gone before he can get the words out.

Miguel jolts out of the nightmare in a cold sweat. The memory is as vivid as the day he lost both of you. He feels hollow. Empty. He stares at the ceiling, venom coursing in his veins.

Miles Morales cannot make the same mistakes he did. Miguel won't let him. He won't let another universe be destroyed because of one person's selfishness.

Altering canon only leads to death and disaster—he knows better than anyone. Miles has to be stopped, at all costs.

He may have escaped this time, but Miguel won't make the same mistake twice.

No, there’s only one way this timeline ends.

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Where You Stand [Monster! Spidersona Reader x Miguel O'hara]

(Can be read as Romantic or Platonic. Is set as Miguel is still figuring things out, before there were so many spiderpeople he'd bring in)

*Sona's comic book slams down*

So, let's go through this again.

My name is [Insert].

I lived a pretty standard life.

*Pictures of Sona as a kid, smiling, and slowly stopping as more photos stack of them doing different stuff through the years*

I was bitten by a pretty gnarly spider...

And, I started changing into something…

*grotesque changing sequence in an alley*

Unrecognizable?

*stumbles through the streets, bumping into someone and spooking them*

Monstrous?

*Sona looks at themself for the first time through a reflection on a shop's glass, onlookers inside staring at them*

I was so scared,

*Sona is having a breakdown as they run to their apartment*

I didn't know what I was! I had to hide it,

*Sona locks themself inside their room*

To lock myself away…

*Blanket burrito as parents bang on door, speed up through days of staying locked. Stops and shows MC staring wistfully out the window. It's raining, and dark*

But then…

*lightning flashes, and suddenly there's a figure crouched in the sill*

Someone paid me a visit.

Sona, tingling spidersense going off: "Woah… you're… like me…?"

Miguel, disgusted, looking around the room: "Don’t-Don't ever say that again. Get up."

He was a serious grump that came out of nowhere. And it was like..

He was trying to assess me.

Miguel: 'What are you doing?'

Sona: 'I liked your cape!'

Miguel: 'You look ridiculous.'

Sona: 'I'm literally copying you!'

It was tough…

*montage of getting beat to the ground multiple times*

But I got to learn a lot of stuff.

Like that I was part *Spider* of all things!

Sona: 'Woah… I thought I was Mothman'

Miguel: 'What the hell is a Mothman?'

How to change forms at will, how to 'fight' crime, how to shoot my own webs, how to FIGHT THE URGE TO BITE PEOPLE,

*Miguel holding snarling sona back like a dog against webbed up, concerned looking robbers*

Those few days that didn't last long at all.

*Sona reaches out to try to hold his hand*

I didn't want him to leave, but.

*He snatches it away. He holds his hand, looks at them, then turns around*

He had a team to take care of. One that I just... couldn't join.

*Portal closes. Sona is alone.*

I admit, that I was angry at first.

*Sad and lonely Sona shots*

Maybe a little depressed. But. After a while, it was fine.

I got to make my own group.

*Sona saves people*

I helped people.

*Sona takes webbed mutated villain away from the scene*

People like me.

*Sona takes a bag off the mutant and shows they're in a cheery-looking pit in the sewers with balloons, cake, and 'Rehab for Rehashes' is on a banner in the wall.*

People that were considered 'Other', and were outcasted.

*Mutant looks around, incredulous*

The people that I should've been fighting.

*cuts to a 'support group' meeting for the people Sona helped, the same mutant talking animatedly*

Heh. I was getting pretty good at 'stopping crime'. In my own way.

But then...

Civilian 1: 'It's Spiderman!'

Civilian 2: ''We're saved!'

*He* came.

*A more classic-looking spiderman kicks the Mutant across a street*

Another. Spiderperson.

*Closeup of his get up, as he lifts the mutant up to deliver another punch. Montage of his 'good deeds' plays*

More normal looking, more 'morally aligned.' Accepted and adored like a poster child.

And I was enemy number one for him.

*posters of Sona everywhere*

His *nemesis.*

*video if a fight between Sona and Spiderman plays on a big screen*

He made it his mission to stop me at any cost.

As if *I* was the fraud.

He took my friends.

*Sona in the now empty, sad Rehab*

He cornered me to my home...

*'Civilian' Sona sees cops parked all over where they live*

My family....

*Parents are talking with the police outside as Sona sneaks to listen*

Parent : This explains so much… I just… Where did we go wrong?

....

*Shots of being in the street*

I had to run.

But anywhere I went, he'd find me.

*more fighting between the two, more intense*

I couldn't do anything back, I could barely even survive.

*Sona is losing*

It was all over for me.

*Sona hit to the ground, is closing their eyes*

I had accepted that this was it.

Except...

*Sounds of Spiderman being hit, Sona opens their eyes and sees a portal glow. Perspective shifts as they're picked up. Miguel is talking to someone else on his comm*

Miguel: 'I told you there couldn't be two spidermen.'

He came back.

*Future shot of a bandaged, sad Sona*

I almost died because I didn't belong in my own universe.

*touches where the spiderbite was*

Because the spider that bit me…

*a memory of Sona being shown that dimension, full of monster creatures*

Came from somewhere else.

I really was the fraud, in the end...

But,

*a hand touches Sona's shoulder*

I was lucky.