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Enrapture - Miguel O'Hara [NSFW]

Miguel O'Hara x Venom x Fem Spider Scientist reader (afab biology)

a/n: venom venom venom miguel again again again again! (part one)

tags: Minors DNI, NSFW, symbiotic relationship (still kinda), obsessive Venom, just as obsessive and possessive Miguel O'Hara, consensual non-consent, breeding kink, missionary, tentacle-like appendages, fighting over reader, dominance/ agression, p in v sex, wrap it before you tap it psa

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synopsis: Miguel and Venom can make it work. Venom and you can make it work. Miguel, Venom and you can make it work.

You woke up to the burning smell of pancakes. You'd rolled over in the middle of the night, curling into Miguel's scalding body and kicking away the comforter to opt of your fiance's heavy arms.

Fastening your tired body upright, your neck stiffened as you grabbed the flat sheet and tied it around you to inspect the smell.

"Venom, I'm telling you, she won't eat all this," Miguel whispered hurriedly, standing in the middle of the kitchen. Hands on his hips, he turned around in the direction of Venom's appendage darting back and forth.

Nourishment for amor, nourishment for Miguel. Nourishment for Venom.

Miguel reached to rub at his temple, another appendage of Venom's extending from his spine to grab onto the skillet cooking bacon.

You tiptoed to the doorway, hearing Miguel's hurried whispering and wanting to inspect.

"Venom!" Miguel hissed, grabbing onto the symbiote's appendage to stop him. "That's enough. I won't eat all this either."

That's not fair! I'm hungry.

"Honey?" You questioned, staring at Miguel in the kitchen holding Venom in his hand.

Both Miguel and Venom turned in your direction, taking in your shocked face. "Good morning....amor."

"W-w-what the hell is that?" You asked immediately, rushing to Miguel's side to touch at the black ooze.

Miguel attempted to twist away from you, forcing Venom back into his body. "Y/N, hermosa, relax. Please."

You ran your fingers along Miguel's spine, hoping to find a bulge where the black ooze originated from.

If she touches me, that's not my fault!

"Venom, relax." Miguel coaxed, allowing the symbiote to reel back into his spine.

You pulled your hand back and rested both on your hips. "Miguel. Explain."

Miguel exhaled and looked down at you. He reached to pinch at his brow then glanced around the messy kitchen, making sure no remnants of Venom were around.

"Okay," Miguel started, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you to sit on the counter.

You crossed your arms, kicking the train of the flat sheet around your legs while glaring at your fiancé.

"So," Miguel began, pacing before you once as he swiped his palm over his face. "That...is Venom. The anomaly you found yesterday."

Your brows shot up as you slid off of the counter. "I'm sorry? The anomaly...Is in your body."

Miguel stiffened in place, backing into the stove as you stepped closer towards him. "Yes," he spoke slowly.

"You immediately put that thing in your body?" You reached for Miguel's wrist and hissed at the heat from his skin.

"No! No, it's just...Venom is symbiotic." Miguel tried while you lifted his arm to look under it.

You examined his bare side, seeing no bulges or sores that the appendage could expel from. Dropping Miguel's arm, you glared at him in disbelief.

"What did you do, Miguel?" You narrowed your eyes, running your hands along his waist then up the front of his body.

Her touches, they feel...

Miguel muscled through Venom's excited traipsing along his spine and grit his teeth.

"I was trying to do research. The thing, Venom, as you've seen, responds to both of our bodies."

You nodded slowly for Miguel to continue, eyes narrowed at him.

"I opened the box, attempted to touch it..."

You continued following his explanation, eyes roaming blankly over his body. There were no telling signs of the anomaly on him.

"It sank into me, amor." Miguel said finally, then turned over his shoulder to call for Lyla.

The sprite blipped into existence, producing her AI tablet with Miguel's body scan results. "Hey, check this out."

She held it in front of your face, allowing you to scan through the layout of Miguel, seeing the heat map light up along his body, then the shifting ooze within him.

Your eyes darted between Lyla's tablet to Miguel and back. "It attacked your spleen? Is it hostile?"

Miguel held his hands up in defense. "No. As I've said, we've come to a symbotic relationship."

You furrowed your brows at your fiancé. "But why? Why would you do that?"

For you, amor.

Miguel stood upright and forced his fist to the middle of his spine where Venom was housed.

What? It's true.

Miguel cleared his throat and met your eyes. "I allowed him my symbiosis to deny him you."

"Miguel..." you began, looking up from Lyla's tablet. "Does it wish to ingest me?"

Definitely not. The things I'd like to be in her.

Miguel pursed his lips together, turning on the burner behind his back. "No. It - he - Venom wanted you to host them. They find you compatible symbiotically."

"How does Venom know that?" You asked, crossing your arms again.

"Venom comes from Klyntar, where symbiotic beings like itself can judge compatible hosts by interaction via skin scanning." Lyla read off of the tablet.

You tightened the wrap of the flat sheet around you. "Lyla, what is Miguel's compatibility rate with Venom?"

Miguel straightened up, resting his hands on his waist. "Lyla, don't read tha--"

"Eighty-three percent."

Miguel exhaled deeply, shutting his eyes to ease his fast beating heart. "You are not getting her. We agreed."

We agreed, but if she asks...

You glared at Miguel, then looked over at Lyla's tablet. Upon reading Miguel's body map, you noticed that the symbiote housed itself in his spine.

You reached out, curling your arm around Miguel's body to touch the middle of his spine. Miguel flinched, recognizing where you were touching as Venom seemingly purred beneath his skin.

His eyes fluttered.

She's petting us.

"I know," Miguel whispered, staring down at you. Your chin was rested between his pectorals, keeping his stare while you tested your theory. "What're you getting at, hermosa?"

"I want to share Venom," you admitted softly. "To ease you of them harming you."

Yes!

"No," Miguel stated firmly, worming out of your hold when he felt Venom begin to seep from his skin. "I can't let you do that. I don't want you to."

"Why not?" You asked, turning as Miguel rounded the kitchen island.

Yes, Miguel. Why not?

Miguel shook his head, leaning forward against the counter. "I want to know how to get rid of him if I need to. If you took part of him..."

Your furrowed brows softened the more you stared at him. You understood instantly, but the thought of Miguel putting himself forward infuriated you.

You reached out for his hand. "If he's not dangerous, then we shouldn't worry now."

The silence between you grew until the dark appendage spawned from Miguel's side. You reached out with your free hand to timidly touch at the freeforming ooze, watching as it slithered between your fingers in a grasp.

Miguel took a deep breath, carefully minding you and Venom interacting. Venom's ooze slithered along your forearm, wrapping around to your elbow.

Mi amor.

Miguel hid a roll of his eyes, urging Venom to pull back. "He seems to really like you."

You smiled, lifting your arm before meeting Miguel's eyes. "Almost as much as you?"

"Never as much as me," Miguel said, relaxing his shoulders.

Spoil sport.

Miguel stepped closer to you, lowering his head to rest his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry..."

You exhaled against his lips, inhaling the stale coffee on his breath. As your lips met, the slack ooze of Venom grew taut between you. Your hand, once accepting Venom's touch, was now bracing Miguel's waist.

Your fingers slowly slipped beneath his waistband. Miguel hummed against your lips, feeling Venom gear up to travel up and down his spine in excited waves.

He imagined the symbiote practically panting over his shoulder, making him salivate extra in his kiss. Venom sloshed over Miguel's tongue, tainting your taste with his before darting to try at your mouth.

Miguel pulled back with a clearing of his throat, wiggling whatever inch of Venom tried at you. You quirked a curious brow, your hand petting round the front of Miguel's waist.

"Sorry, he-uh-he almost slipped into your mouth." Miguel gulped, leaning in to resume where he was interrupted.

You curled your free arm around the back of Miguel's neck, heightening on your tiptoes. "Next time, let him."

I'm in love.

Miguel swore under his breath but met your lips again, this time pinning you against the counter before pulling you up. The flat sheet around your body slowly cascaded away, tangled to the floor by Miguel's feet.

Your hand at Miguel's waist dove to caress his nestled pubic hair, grinning at the abrasive texture before feeling the length of his cock.

Venom purred in Miguel's chest, met with the invitation to play along. The dark appendage appeared from Miguel's spine, tickling at your knee before slithering along your inside thigh.

You jolted at the touch, hotter than Miguel's actual hands or tongue. Still, you took Miguel's hands and guided them over your breasts, down your sides before they rested on your hips.

Venom's touch continued, seeping between Miguel's fingers and under one of your breasts. Miguel seethed against your kiss, feeling the symbiote lush his way into your mouth by way of him.

Miguel pressed himself closer, stamping himself to you in dominance. "Backseat, Venom."

No fair. She said let me in.

Miguel bit away, pressing his lips to your cheek to whisper to the alien. "Not in every way. She's mine first."

You huffed in Miguel's ear, biting your lip as you arched into him. "Are you two fighting over me?"

"What? No!"

Yes!

You pulled back to meet Miguel's reddened eyes, the obsidan oozing into his iris much like you'd seen the night before. "Well, don't. I trust you, okay? And I trust Venom in there, too."

Your hand trailed up and down Miguel's spine again, no doubt riling up the symbiote further. Miguel shivered at the affection, Venom purring hard enough to make him vibrate within.

"H-he likes that," Miguel admitted, his body stiffening as his eyes fluttered. "A lot."

You smirked. "Seems he's not the only one."

C'mon, Miguel. We make a good team.

Miguel tried to bite his tongue, but felt the warmth ripple through him with each rumbling purr. You hissed at the feeling, his chest rumbling against yours as Venom's appendages softly seeped from Miguel's body onto yours.

"Once," he grit before your parted lips. "Just this once. And he stops when you tell him."

Of course, our amor comes first.

He slammed his eyes to not roll them before you. You agreed, taking in his stuttering breaths before opening your legs further.

"Be gentle, Venom," you urged, feeling the onyx appendage lapping its way further to your slit.

Miguel cut the symbiote short, managing to touch your clit first in the race of carnal desire. You shivered at your fiance's touch, your knees trembling as he swirled your wet against his rough fingerpads.

Venom's appendage caught up, seeping between Miguel's fingers and peeling back your hood to latch onto your sensitive nub. Your hand lashed out at Miguel's wrist, nails aching to pierce his skin as you cried into his mouth.

The sensitivity was too much at once, drawing your breaths high and tight. Your leg raised, knee buckling against your fiance's side as Venom's touch crested and waned in a soft suckling.

Miguel's nostrils flared, the scent of your arousal fueling his senses. His fingers were doused in you, dipping them to circle your entrance.

You cried further into Miguel's mouth, breaking from his kiss to whine at the ceiling. His lips sloppily crashed against your chin then down to your neck as extra appendages appeared from his sides. Venom caressed your breasts, slithering under them before attaching to your nipples.

Miguel sneered, glaring at your body covered in Venom's darkness. "Venom," he began, his tone edging with disdain.

"Miguel," you whimpered, grabbing the back of Miguel's neck to pull him back into you. "Fuck me."

He gulped dryly, his cock actively straining against his boxers.

Fuck her, Miguel. Fuck her good.

Miguel actively wanted to scoff at the symbiote conversing in his head. He met your lips, pumping his fingers into you as Venom pulsed at your clit.

"Has he warmed you up?" he asked snarkily.

Your eyes fluttered, trying to laugh but a moan escaped your mouth and reverberated against Miguel's. "Are you jealous?"

Miguel chided in stride. "He's only a part of me. He'll butter you up, but I fuck you raw."

A chill raked down your back, arching into Miguel's hot body; melting Venom from your nipples and leaving your pressed, skin to skin, against Miguel.

Miguel rested his hand to your jaw, pulling you to meet his obsidian flooded gaze. Your eyelids fluttered, matching his pumping fingers with rolls of your hips.

"He can aid in your pleasure, but I deliver it. Don't I?" Miguel asked sultrily, searching your lusty eyes already knowing the answer.

You nodded softly, your knee catching to his side and arching back at Miguel's guidance.

"I've been here before him," Miguel stated, dropping his lips to kiss between your breasts, then dragging his warm lips further to peck at your ribs. "And I'll be here long after him, he lives in my wake. I'll give you everything you desire."

Suck up.

Miguel grinned devilishly against your belly, admiring how your body reacted to his touch versus Venom's. Your chest heaved, ready to break.

"Miguel, please," you pleaded. Your hand holding his wrist actively trying to speed him up.

He chuckled, retreating his fingers to pull down his boxers. Angling his steel cock at your entrance, licking his lips at the sight of Venom holding you open to aid the process. Your thighs trembling from your clit being decimated by the symbiote's pressure.

Miguel drove into you, instantly melting at the hug of your velvety walls. His hands, starting from your hips, slithered up your body then back down to force you harder on his cock.

Your head fell back against the counter, a sharp moan escaping from your chest.

"Fuck," Miguel growled against your outstretched body under him. "You're burning up."

His tongue lapped against your skin, the stripe of saliva instantly drying. Miguel climbed over you, stretching his hands out to grab yours and pin them to the counter.

His hips jutted harshly into you, jiggling your body underneath him. Miguel's eyes boggled at the divine sight of you, slowing in his pace to savor your pleasure.

Venom tightened at your clit, pinching before receding. You draped your legs over Miguel's thighs, riding into his thrusts.

The symbiote emerged from Miguel's sides in dark wings, slithering over his host and oozing onto you, between your combined bodies.

Miguel ignored Venom, pulling your hands up over your head for him to drape his arms around your head. Your eyes were locked on Miguel's, forgetting about the rumbling symbiote present between you.

Miguel felt Venom's tentacles slither around his cock, cradling his balls at the same time of holding your pussy open. You lifted your hips, your breath arching higher until you finally orgasmed at the combined force of Miguel and Venom.

Your noises vibrated through your fiance, making Venom pull back and rumbled up and down Miguel's back. Miguel panted, feeling Venom purr within him and practically zoom back and forth on his spine.

The combined senses caused Miguel to drive into you hard, seething as he came as far into you as his cock would let him. The warmth pooled into you, making you feel hotter and overtouched.

Miguel pulled out, slapping his cock against your spent pussy. You hissed softly, your knees shifting to clamp together.

"Mi amor, mi amor, mi amor," Miguel soothed, curling his arms around you, his touch suddenly soft and loving.

Nuestro amor, Miguel.

He kissed your forehead, pulling you into his lap while lightly brushing over your shoulders. Ignoring Venom's sentiment.

"Was it too much? Were we...?" Miguel asked, looking down at you rested against his chest.

Your ear rested against him, shutting your eyes to see if you could hear Venom inside Miguel. Tilting your head up at your fiance, you opened your eyes to see Miguel's natural eye color meeting yours.

"I like the two of you together," you tittered, offering a soft kiss to Miguel's pectoral. "Not so bad."

Miguel sneered, almost entertained by your sentiment. He leaned in to kiss your forehead again, muttered against your hairline:

"Don't expect it all the time."

She likes me!

#miguel spiderman #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel #spiderman 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara one shot #miguel o'hara smut #venom symbiote #venom #symbiote #across the spiderverse #spiderman #marvel 2099

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casketsanctum · 10 days

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let go

#miguel o'hara #my art #spider man 2099 #symbiote spider man 2099 #marvel 2099

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themarvelproject · 9 months

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Marvel poster featuring Miguel O'Hara as Spider-Man 2099 by Rick Leonardi with inks by Al Williamson and colors by Sherilyn Van Valkenburgh (1994)

#marvel comics #marvel posters #marvel press #spider-man 2099 #marvel 2099 #rick leonardi #miguel o'hara #al williamson #sherilyn van valkenburgh #marvel 1990s #marvel 1994

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luvrxbunny · 5 months

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hey guys i word vomited this in lemons chat so i thought u guys deserved it too

soo uhm shout out to @lemon2099 for inspiring this 😌🙏🏾

so lemmy sent me this link and i went insane

so reader is dating a churchboy and although she’s not a churchgirl she starts going w him just cus it makes him happy that’s where they meet and she’s like wwooooow what a hot preist and miggy’s just like what a beautiful girl

but the more she attends the masses, the more she lingers in his head and obviously being a priest he doesn’t let himself jerk off to her cus “thou shalt not covet another man’s…” something something blah blah— so he just gets pent up and tense and all the fun stuff to the point where he has to plan masses in a way where he is mostly standing behind objects cus he gets insanely hard everytime he sees her

and now at the same time all this is happening, reader is actually kinda getting into the whole community the church brings and during this time her and churchboy break up. so she goes to priest miggy for comfort— she goes to the confessionals and mig just can’t help himself… he jerks off while listening to her— now if it’s extra messed up she’s crying abt church boy and he feels horrible about how much it turns him on but if it’s more normal she could be talking about how she feels happier and more confident without him and mig is just turned on hearing how happy she is

then lemmy said: “when does she get bent over the altar” and i— hehe

so i think she keeps going to him and somewhere during that time she catches onto what’s really happening on the other side of the partition and she starts turning her confessions dirtier and dirtier meanwhile miggy is getting braver and braver.

so he’s starting to just wait in the confesssional with his dick out, his moans are getting louder and he’s coaxing information out of her less discreetly eventually he starts to get a frustrated with how he can’t have her so when she starts talking about this man she wants, she needs, but she can’t have he literally just gets out of his side and opens her door. she has this evil, excited smile plastered over her face and he’s like “you devil” or smthn like that and all over her like white on rice.

and the whole time he’s checking in trying to make sure he’s not taking advantage of her in some way but she’s eventually like “father just fuck me” or something like that and he loses it and bends her over that table where they bless the christ crackers and fucks her like CRAAAAZY at some point she has to be like “oh god” and he’s like “i’m your god now” or something like that hahahah

#lemmy! <3 #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel smut #miguel imagine #miguel 2099 #miguel o hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara headcanon #2099 #spiderman 2099 #marvel 2099 #sm 2099

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kitklone · 5 months

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90s comic miguel aka biblically accurate miguel aka white miguel

#spider man 2099 #miguel o'hara #marvel 2099 #this is older I'm just trying to catch up on posting my art on here #2099 #my art

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yuujisxgf · 6 months

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Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Summary: you and Miguel get distracted while working. (I suck at summaries)

Wordcount: 521

warnings: some making out, seductiveness. (Very short BTW)

Miguel huffed out a sigh, he eyed you from his desk, as you worked on getting reports done. Occasionally biting down on your bottom lip as you concentrated. God it was driving him insane. Miguel rolled his shoulders back, relieving the ache from sitting on his office chair for too long. Clearing his throat he decided to get up, stretching once more.

Now this caught your attention, your gaze lifted from the papers, as you noticed your boyfriend standing up from the corner of your eyes. You watched his huge form stretch, muscles flexing and shirt lifting, giving you full view of his v-line.

“God..damn” You let out. Shaking your head as inappropriate thoughts, slowly crept up you mind. Blinking twice, you tried to regain your focus. Concentrating on getting those reports done. This man was going to be the death of you. Miguel smirked to himself, he wasn’t oblivious. He knew you like the back of his hand, he knew how to rile you up. It was simple really. Miguel slowly approached you. His tall figure stopped in front of you. You raised your gaze to meet his, your breath hitching when you see that specific glint in his crimson eyes. He lowly spoke.

“I think it’s time for break, mhm, mi amor?” He tilted his head at you. You smirked, as you tilted your head back at him.

“Oh yea?” You mused, leaning back in your chair. Miguel leaned down to you, facing you in eye level. His tongue swiped out to lick over his bottom lip, causing your gaze to linger on it. He smirked smugly.

“Definitely” Miguel moved a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb caressed your cheek slowly. You’d play further with him, but man were you needy, feeling the heat bubble up in the bottom of your stomach, crossing your legs as you feel your womanhood pulsate with need. Miguel let out a low growl, smelling your arousal. His patience came to an end and he pressed his lips to yours firmly. You pathetically moan against his lips, the moment you feel his mouth on yours. Miguel’s huge hand grabbed your chin, deepening the kiss. His left hand grabbed your neck softly, only riling you up further. You give in completely, begging for more when you lick over his bottom lip. Miguel tightened his grip on your neck, parting his lips to allow you full access. You happily obliged, pushing your tongue past his lips. The kiss was sloppy and intense but ended too fast, when he pulled away.

You whined, a frown appearing on your face confused.

“Miguel?” You questioned, he only shook his head, as he grabbed your waist hoisting you up on your desk. He sat down on the chair you were seated mere seconds ago, placing his hands on your thighs. His hands grabbed your thighs spreading them apart, you rolled up your skirt giving him the opportunity to spread your legs further.

“Good girl” He praised upon you giving yourself into him, without him having to give you orders. You knew you were in for a long ride.

#miguel o'hara #f reader #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #smut #miguel x y/n #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel spiderman #miguel smut #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman 2099 #miguel 2099 #marvel 2099 #miguel ohara spiderman #miguel o'hara imagine

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dimeurz · 7 months

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he comes from the future....

also this makes me laff like WDYM dressed like that⁉️ like a whor—

#miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #sm 2099 #marvel 2099 #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #my art #marvel

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redwuds · 3 months

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thirsty🩸

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leviathxn · 18 days

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So mutual feelings (romantic)

Can you do like a Miguel x reader where its reader day off and she decides she wants to take a warm shower and listen to music so she puts on headphones and listen to pop or Spanish music or whatever(I was listening to follow the leader by Jlo that’s where this idea came from) and Miguel tries to call her because he needs help with some paperwork (not really he just won’t admit he misses her) so Miguel ends up going to her universe and to her apartment where he sees her in a towel dancing to music and singing along and finds it adorable

That’s the basic idea you can make it have a spicy end or just fluff , it can swing both ways , you can decide that

Okay this made me giggle 🤭

I can like imagine his face being from kind of cold/a little annoyed too this like little gummy smile 😩

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“What could this woman be doing”

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As a member of the Spider-verse you very rarely had time off. Sure, your universe was safe, but you were frequently called to help other Spiders and their anomalies. Work was your life, and of course their was downtime but fighting bad guys was exhausting, it took up a good chunk of the day, even week.

Your boyfriend, Miguel, even had slowed down your missions. Once he had started to like you, he pulled a mission once a week, which at first confused you but now that you’re dating, he’ll try and pull you from anything. You never really listened though, going on any mission possible. It’s your job, and the spider crew was fun to be around.

But finally, you decided to listen. Miguel had sent out missions with everybody on it, he never put you there, but he knew you would go. This time you pulled out a coffee mug, turned off your watch, made some fancy coffee (you’ve been dying to finally sit and enjoy this new coffee machine you got and it’s finally the time), and took a big stretch. This was your day, and you knew your city was safe ever since installing city watch bots (thank you Miggy 💕).

About two hours passed, people had gone on their missions, you finally finished savoring that beautiful coffee, and you paused your show. You hadn’t been able to watch it because of work and there was so many new episodes. You got up and gathered your supplies. A new body wash and scrub set, your shaving supplies, a scalp massager, and anything else you needed in the shower. This would be an everything shower, and it was gonna be perfect.

You set up your speaker and stepped into the shower, shuffling your everyday playlist. You took your time, the water falling at just the right pressure, the soap feeling perfectly smooth on your body, no missed hairs when shaving, and little to no fall out when washing your hair ((girl I’m practically shedding in the shower with how much hair falls out, I wish 🙏)).

On the other end, Miguel was concerned, annoyed, confusion, everything under the sun. You hadn’t gone on any mission, weren’t seen in headquarters, and you weren’t picking up any calls. You were one of his best spiders, his most cherished one, and very rarely did you listen to him and take off, so where could you be?

So he took it upon himself to find you. There was no reason to send a man hunt, not unless you were in danger of course. That thought stayed in the back of his but god was he frustrated. It’s apart of his daily routine to see you and you messed it up now doing who knows what.

As he set a portal to your home he sighed. Whatever was going on he’ll figure it out now. He stepped through into your living room. It was a cozy space. He noticed your candle lit in the living room. He knew you were home, you weren’t stupid enough to leave a candle unattended. As the portal closed and he could hear properly, music played from your bedroom hallway. His steps were quick, his worry subsided but now he was curious, what were you doing. As he peeked his head around the corner, there you were, bathrobe and hair wrapped in a towel, singing your favorite song while picking out what lotion to use. Not only did you look beautiful but you smelled amazing too. A small smile graced his face as he leaned on the door frame. You had those moments were you were unaware, stuck in your own world, enjoying your own things.

You realized he was there when his hands gently wrapped around your waist. He gently pulled you closer to him, head resting on your shoulder. He let out a big sigh after taking a breath of you. He was obsessed, totally and utterly in love. Your hand found its way into his hair, combing through it while appreciating his embrace.

“You didn’t want to work today?”

“Miguel…. Stay here with me.” He didn’t say anything. He made his way over to the bed as you threw one of his big shirts on, something that was always left in your home. You took your hair out of the towel, making your way to the bed before melting into Miguel’s arms. Yeah, today was a good rest day.

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Hello Everybody! I hope you all enjoyed this and thank you for the request! I can imagine his face and it’s so scrumptious! I hope you all have a blessed day 💕

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baka-bakeneko · 8 months

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Enmesh - Miguel O'Hara

Miguel O'Hara x Fem Spider Scientist reader (afab biology)

a/n: venom venom venom miguel is the dirtiest and slimy but i'm loving this alot. also i ain't copin' to shit. (part two)

tags: Minors DNI, NSFW, Spiderverse hopping, scientific discovery, symbiotic relationship (kinda), references to self-harm (destruction and/or suicide), obsessive Venom, just as obsessive and possessive Miguel O'Hara, consensual non-consent, breeding kink, missionary, oral sex, tentacle (not tentacles), anal fingering, no use of lube, creampie, hint to cervix penetration

wc: 4.24 k

synopsis: Miguel asks you, fellow scientist and spider-in-training, to investigate an anomaly that popped up on the radar.

Miguel had tasked you to follow a couple of Spiders out on patrols, due to the spike in anomalies on Earth TRN688. He’d attempted to go out to that verse himself, but was called to aid Spiderwoman.

You did as ordered, keeping close remarks in the New York you appeared in. Following the Spider you were partnered with, you kept up with your own built-in web slingers and scanned over the landscape with your anomaly tracker.

Miguel followed your tracking, monitoring the spikes in the radar and mapping the New York geography. He was distracted in his own task, enough so that Jessica pocketed his personal tracker on you.

You managed to stop on the same rooftop as Reilly, catching your breath with another scan of the radar.

“What’s up?” He asked, pulling off his mask to catch his breath.

You shrugged, narrowing your eyes at the tracker as a spike rose up in the landscape. “We need to get over there.”

You pointed across Central Park, directly over the water. “There’s a spike out there.”

Reilly exhaled, returning his mask back on and kicking off of the rooftop. “Let’s go.”

You scampered after him, looking over the ledge of the rooftop to see your companion free-falling into New York traffic before catching himself on a web at the last second. You released a shaky breath, shooting out a web and jumping from the ledge, swinging after the Spider.

Upon reaching the anomaly spike, you landed roughly on the scorched grass in Central Park. You pulled yourself up and walked around the crash site of the meteorite. Reilly landed carefully behind you, watching as you slowly approached the cracked open, smoking space rock.

You leaned forward to look at the rock, plain of anything significant.

A splash of shadow lurched out at you and, in the split second of you lurching back in shock, Reilly shot a heavy web out to stop it. The captured ooze writhed on the ground before your feet, slowly soaking in Reilly’s web until you stamped a foot to cut it off.

You dug through your research bag to find a vial large enough for the thing to fit in and bent to stuff it in. You screwed on a tamper seal, holding the vial up to your face as the ooze, dark as night, began to float within the glass like a lava lamp.

Your thumb folded over the front of the glass, watching as the ooze lurched in the direction of it like it tried to attack you.

“The fuck is that?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. But it’s alive.”

“No shit. It almost ate you.” Reilly said, standing to fold his hand over the back of his neck. “O’Hara would’ve killed me if something happened to you.”

You tore your gaze away from the ooze to look at Reilly. “I appreciate you babysitting me. I’ll tell Miguel your contribution to my safety.”

Reilly dropped his arms to his side, then crossed them over his chest. “Is that all we came for?”

You pursed your lips, bringing the vial into your full hold. “I think so.”

You gave the ooze another curious look then straightened up the contents of your bag to put it in carefully.

“Let’s go show him what we found.”

As soon as you were back in headquarters, you bounded towards Miguel’s office. You held onto the strap of your bag carefully, slipping between the countless number of Spider-people in the direction of the epicenter.

You paused at the gate of Miguel’s office, catching your breath once again when you noticed it was occupied with a group.

“Hone— Miguel,” you corrected yourself, pushing yourself forward to Miguel’s platform.

Miguel was directed at the front of the group, looking down at them in pause of giving orders. His eyes slowly shifted over to you, noting your ragged breathing and flushed face.

“Dismissed.” He waved off the group in an instant, lowering the platform to allow you up. “What did you find? Are you okay?”

You nodded, immediately digging into your bag to retrieve the ooze vial. “Your anomaly…was a meteorite. This was found at the crash site.”

You held the vial up between the two of you, your view crossed between it and Miguel’s gaze. Your fingers held the top of the vial and the two of you watched as the ooze lashed up at where your fingers touched the glass.

“Shocking,” Miguel whispered, gripping the bottom of the vial in effort to get the ooze to react to his touch.

The ooze paused, homing itself at the top of the glass where you touched before drooping a glob down as if to test the waters at Miguel’s touch. The two of you watched as it stretched along the vial, touching both ends of the glass and thrumming slightly.

“What do you think it is?” You asked, wanting to hear another scientist’s theory.

“I’m not entirely sure. Is it dangerous?” Miguel asked, tugging the vial from your hold and rolling it in his palm.

You winced softly, watching your discovery slosh about the vial. “It lashed out at me when I arrived but Reilly caught it.”

Miguel’s brows furrowed, pulling his eyes from the ooze before meeting your gaze. “You’re okay?”

His free hand reached out, retracting his claws, and caressed your cheek. You grinned briefly, leaning into his touch.

“I’m fine. Web-slinger’s coming along great.”

Miguel hid a gulp, mirroring your grin before retreating his touch. “You did great, hermosa. I’m dismissing you.”

You nodded, your eyes cutting to the ooze vial in his palm. When you looked at it, the ooze reacted and lurched out in your direction.

“Okay. Will you be home for dinner?”

Miguel folded his lips together, looking down at the ooze vial then back at you. “I may be a bit late. Gonna see what makes this thing tick.”

While you wanted to stay to conduct research with Miguel, you knew that Lyla would be just as good as you in that aspect. You reached for your shoulder, tensing the muscle that throbbed in its place.

Raising on your toes, you leaned forward with bracing Miguel’s thick forearm. “Don’t be too late, okay? You need your sleep.”

You kissed his stubbled cheek, rested your forehead to his temple. “And I miss you.”

Miguel fought the deep exhale from his chest, turning in the direction of your mouth. He was tempted at your soft lips, his nose nudging yours. “I miss you too. I promise not to overdo it.”

“I’m holding you to that,” you whispered, pointing your pinkie finger out for Miguel to cross with his own.

He did so, noting your thumb circling the silicone band on your ring finger. “Get some rest.”

Miguel managed to find another container to move the ooze into. He tapped it into the jar and immediately flipped it over.

Watching the sludge dart to the bottom of the jar then below to the table. He forced his hand over the bottom of the jar to keep it from slipping free and marked its response to light.

Nothing.

Its response to water, a quick drop next to it made the ooze not react. Miguel glared at the sludge, shifting the jar back and forth for some sort of response from it.

"You're alive, I know you have a weakness."

When he spoke at it, the ooze seemed to perk up in the direction of his voice. Miguel quirked a brow, tilted his head. "You can hear."

The ooze fashioned its glob in the direction of Miguel's tilt, as if to mimic him. Miguel peeled the jar up and tentatively poked out to the ooze.

"Are you..." Miguel began, watching the ooze lash out to his finger and worm quickly up his arm.

"Whoa, slow down." He reached to stop the sludge but it disappeared under his palm.

Miguel still felt the crawl of the ooze on his body, over his skin and, then, under it. He fashioned his claws, ready to tear into his skin but took a deep breath.

"Lyla!" Miguel called out, looking around his office for his AI. "Run a diagnostic. Quickly."

Lyla blipped into being, scanning over Miguel as he took a few deep breaths in before he felt a sudden onset of heat.

"Mierde," he released in a pant, waving for Lyla to dissipate his suit for the full scan.

"What's wrong, Miguel?" Lyla asked, zipping around Miguel's head as she produced a virtual tablet. "Your temperature's raised to 125."

Miguel's stomach rumbled slightly, his throat growing dryer by the second. His mouth was drying, his tongue aching from the lack of moisture.

"What do you have so far?" Miguel asked, resting his hands on his hips and following Lyla round his head. He kept his breathing steady, blinking slowly while his heart pounded hard against his ribs.

"I-I'm checking," Lyla cut out her attitude, running through her tablet at the scrolling diagnostic. "What is this, Miguel?"

"The-the anomaly," Miguel muttered, snapping his fingers in the direction of the empty jar. "The thing understands words, cognizant of what I say."

Lyla nodded, looking up from her tablet. "I see. The thing is trying to make a nest in your chest, Miguel. It's attaching to your spinal cord."

Miguel gulped, straightening his stature. "Is it...aggressive?"

"Not as I've seen so far. The...thing is trying to inhabit your spleen and draw nutrients from it."

"No," Miguel grunted, immediately clenching his side and puncturing his skin with his claws. "Not if I have a say in it."

Hungry.

Miguel heard the word echo through his head, the word husking into his ear. He tilted his chin, raising his hand to Lyla. "It speaks."

Lyla raised her brows, scrolling through the tablet and stopping at a blip. "It appears to be receding from your spleen. Quick, say something."

Miguel deadpanned at Lyla, cocked his jaw as his body grew in chills. "What are you hungry for?"

Anything.

Miguel looked to Lyla as she turned the tablet towards him. He noted the ooze retreating back to his spinal cord, housing itself between his vertebrae.

"Do you have a name?"

We are Venom.

Miguel exhaled and Lyla resumed her final diagnostics.

"You say you eat anything, yet you garner for my spleen. Why?" Miguel asked, retracting his claws from his skin.

We eat anything. Humans are food.

"Why not eat me immediately?" Miguel asked.

You are with the woman. The scientist. We are symbiotic. We want the woman.

Miguel grit his teeth. "You can't eat her."

We do not wish to eat her. We want her to host us.

Miguel scoffed, waving for Lyla to retrieve his clothes. "Never going to happen. You want to stay with me, that's fine. But you're never getting her."

The ooze within him hummed, the noise reverberated down his spine and he tensed his top lip.

"That's the only way you'll stay. Otherwise, I will destroy you."

Not before destroying yourself first.

"So be it." Miguel cocked his jaw, unfolding his pants after they blipped into existence on his workstation. He gave a nod to Lyla. "I have nothing better to do anyways."

What about the woman?

"My woman," Miguel stressed, pulling on his pants. He reached for his shirt next, folding it over his head and pulling it over his torso.

Mi amor, you call her that. What does that mean?

Miguel scoffed, suddenly glancing to Lyla. "It tapped into my brain stem too?"

Lyla solemnly nodded. Miguel hid a roll of his eyes.

"It means 'my love'. My second language."

And hermosa?

Miguel shook his head. "'Beautiful'."

She is.

"Hey." Miguel snapped his fingers as he stared straightforward. "Venom, right? You...stay out of the way of her. If I recognize a single drop of you in her, I'll dissect myself to kill you. Do we understand each other?"

Venom laxed within Miguel, the closest form of contentedness he felt after the being melded into him.

Fine. We go home to her, though?

Miguel shut his eyes in slight disbelief. "Yes. We do. She's my fiancée."

Lucky.

You tried to stay up for Miguel, even after you climbed into bed. There was nothing to keep you in the meantime, after eating dinner and cleaning up the apartment, you waited.

It wasn't until your head jerked back up that you realized you had dozed off. And there was still no sign of Miguel. Shutting off your light, you returned to bed and soon fell asleep.

Miguel appeared in the bedroom when you were finally gone. He waited at the door, listening to you rustle between the sheets.

Venom demanded to be fed as soon as Miguel left headquarters. In order to keep his part of the deal, Miguel stopped at a convenience store and stocked up on roller hot dogs.

The taste of rolled-over grease settled wrong on his tongue, he gagged over not hacking the food back up.

"Why not chicken?" Miguel asked, on his way back to the apartment while suppressing a belch.

Chicken, no.

Miguel stepped into the room and stood at the foot of the bed, staring at you splayed over the mattress. He chuckled, tugging at your big toe.

She's pretty.

"She's my everything," Miguel offered, kneeling onto the bed and moving over you.

She smells delicious.

Miguel cut his face to the side, snarling at the darkness of the room. "You stay out of my mind. She's private."

Venom growled within Miguel. He felt a soft wiggle in his side, acknowledging the familiar ooze that emanated from his skin.

We feel how you do about her.

Venom's appendage caressed Miguel's chin and his nostrils flared.

"I'm not open to sharing." Miguel retorted, his top lip peeling up to reveal his fang.

Who said anything about sharing? We share your body, Miguel. Everything else is one.

Miguel leaned down and rested his forehead to your stomach, nudging his nose along your skin. You stirred, your hand tensing.

"She's mine, only mine," Miguel whispered.

You wish to impregnate her.

Miguel slammed his eyes shut, teeth grit harder as he folded his bottom lip to your skin. "I want her through and through."

Touching.

Miguel tsked, kissing up your body as he applied his weight over you. Venom's appendage slithered over the bed and ghosted over your pillow.

"You don't get to touch her," Miguel ordered softly. "Not unless it's through me."

Your rules.

Venom retracted the appendage and Miguel kissed behind your ear.

"Hermosa, I'm home." Miguel whispered. "I'm sorry I'm late."

Your tired hand reached up to comb through Miguel's hair. "You're burning up, baby."

"I know." Miguel rolled his eyes, his hands planting at your hips. "Cool off with me."

You grinned, working up to waking. "Keep moving like this, I'll break out in a sweat too."

Miguel hummed, kissing across your cheek. "I miss you."

You arched into Miguel, feeling the heat of his body all over you like a rash. His crotch was raving with heat, pressed just over your panties.

"I missed you," you hissed back, feeling your body awaken to his touch.

Her sounds, they are delicious too.

Miguel bit at your earlobe, earning your coo. He bowed his head, forcing out a remark to Venom. "Stop it."

"I can't help it," you moaned, raising your leg.

"Mi amor." Miguel returned to your mouth and kissed you, feeling the anomaly within him ebbing up his throat.

He pulled back with a harsh swallow. His jaw cocked, Miguel reversed back down your body with kisses.

In your shirt, he muttered at Venom to stay in their lane. He bit at the waistband of your panties and peeled them down, lashing his tongue out to stripe your pubic bone.

You sighed, raising your hips for Miguel to pull your panties down. He did so, grinning devilishly as he did. The heat rose under his skin, feeling a prickle at the sight of your sex.

Miguel selfishly leaned in to kiss your inside thigh, dragging his lips along your skin before descending on your pussy. He didn't waste a moment, making a meal of your clit.

You edged awake, sitting up to tighten your grip on his hair. "Baby."

Miguel moaned into you, staring across your body to meet your tired eyes. Venom rattled in Miguel's chest, the ooze ready to lash out and gain his own taste of you.

Miguel pulled away, bit his own tongue to draw back the anomaly. You groaned, shifting your hips up to gain his mouth back.

"Stay," he hissed.

We want to taste.

You purred, grinding your hips back to the mattress. "So bossy."

Miguel flashed a grin at you, bowing back to resume between your legs. "Not a chance. Live in my wake," he muttered against your lips, kissing them before parting you with his tongue.

He forced his crotch to the bed, trying to work out his own pleasure while focusing on yours.

You want her. We want her too. We can help.

"Get bent," Miguel slopped, suctioning his mouth over your clit.

You crooned, breath picking up with each soft lap to your bundle of nerves. "Miguel, please..."

She begs for us.

"Not for you," Miguel offered, popping your clit from his mouth with another heated glare at you.

He shifted, grinding his pelvis against your heat. Your face pinched, a breathy groan escaping your lips. Your hands went to Miguel's hair, combing it from his face to see the lust driven in his eyes.

Instead of crimson lashing through his irises, it was obsidian. The black that pooled his pupils flashed then receded and you swallowed.

Miguel met your lips, allowed you to taste yourself on his tongue. Venom's appendage reappeared, slipping against your thigh as Miguel shifted out of his sweats.

His mouth occupied his demand for Venom to take a backseat. While he didn't understand the anomaly's obsession with you, he knew the need.

Hissing away from your kiss, Miguel bowed his head again. "Stay out of her," he whispered to himself.

She wants you, let us help please her.

"Not a chance," Miguel whispered, angling his stiffened cock against your entrance.

He sank in an inch, allowing you to adjust to his size. You squirmed, your hips lifting to earn more of him. "Please, baby. More."

You rocked your hips in effort to gain his friction. Miguel's hands at your hips held you still, hissing at the heat in his body. Venom ran laps along Miguel's spine, snarling and biting inside for a chance.

Miguel grabbed at the stray appendage of Venom slithering towards your ass and tossed it aside. He sank another inch into, adjusting to your clenching walls.

The heat from within you and the rising temperature of Venom made Miguel sweat out of his pants.

"Miguel, you okay?" You asked, taking note of the rivulets of sweat that doused his face.

The obsidian flashed in his eyes again, making him shed his shirt before going for yours next.

"I need to feel all of you," Miguel grunted, suddenly a man possessed.

The film of sweat on him slicked over your body, his hands gripping tighter in your hips as he sank further until you tensed. It was too much too soon, his size always being something to ease into.

Miguel ducked his head to your shoulder and recanted his hips. "Forgive me, mi amor. I'm starved for you."

His voice was laced with filth, the tone of him so needy and rough. He felt his throat was dragged through desertion to end at the fountain of you.

Miguel's arms caged over you, centering you in the middle of the bed while his skin dripped over yours. So open and naked, his eyes primal while he gulped at the sight of you.

She's so ripe.

Your legs melted further apart at Miguel's hips, your knees easing up while your stomach curled at the carnal stare that bore into you. You shared a soft swallow, feeling Miguel's throbbing cock nestled in your beating walls.

Venom's appendage snaked up your inner thigh, making your walls clench tighter, until a warmth settled between your cheeks.

Your hand reached down to examine the feeling, only to be caught by Miguel's hand on your wrist. You quirked, glancing between your bodies to acknowledge the warmth as Miguel's other hand wedged under your body and traced down your back.

He rested his palm to the small of your back, angling your hips to allow him more. You panted before his lips, feeling Miguel's fingers part your cheeks with a timid grin.

"I want to make you..."

Ours.

"Mine all over," he finished, leaning into your lips to peck. "Is that okay?"

You released a shaky breath and arched into Miguel's body. "Make me yours."

She's filthy. We like her.

"Stop me if it's too much," Miguel offered, finally relenting to Venom's appendage to take lead at your tighter hole.

At the same time, Miguel began to thrust softly into you. He readily eased your mind while Venom lapped the flexible appendage against your hole, making a movement like licking.

"Miguel," you gasped as Venom pushed in softly, testing the pucker of your ass.

Miguel nodded along with you, thrusting with your breaths and intoxicating himself between the two of them. He could taste Venom's excursion on his tongue, feeling the tight muscle slowly give way to the tip and thrust in.

The three of you vibrated on a similar wavelength, Miguel snarling as he fucked into and tasted you all at once. You wiggled at the slow drag of Miguel's assumed dry fingers in your ass, the feeling giving way to your slick being used as lube.

Venom pushed in softer, wiggling in soft half-circles to caress every sensitive wall. You cried into Miguel's mouth when both his fingers and his cock collided within you and sent a shockwave of pleasure to your system.

Your knees shook at Miguel's sides; he stared down at you, drinking in your demeanor while he and Venom made work of you.

She's beautiful.

"You're so beautiful," Miguel stole his words back from the anomaly as they echoed.

You smiled, drunk from the pleasure that vibrated through you. Miguel huffed against you, kissed your lips again as he ground his pelvis against your clit.

You felt another shock to your system, your toes curling as his fingers curved up to meet the thrusts of his cock.

Give her something good.

Miguel cut his eyes behind his lids, finally ignoring the alien and picking up his thrusts to meet your level of high. He was going to take you both over, not the anomaly obsessed.

Your hands gripped at Miguel's shoulders, not able to help the desperate clawing to his massive back to gain your standing. It was a fruitless effort, finding your hips rocking as Miguel's fingers ruined your ass and his cock paved through you.

"C-cum in me," you choked out, resting your forehead to Miguel's.

Make it good. Breed her.

Miguel ignored Venom's disturbed wants, only listened to you. He ground into you again, this time earning your body trembling as an orgasm tore through you.

It made a mess of you, your stomach heaving while your knees knocked at Miguel's sides. Your palms flattened to the small of Miguel's back, forcing his hips further into you. You rocked your hips to ride out your ecstasy, attempting to drive Miguel over at the same instance.

She's a keeper, alright.

Miguel mirthlessly scoffed, following the rock of your hips until the sweat broke out in another wave. He pushed into you, to the hilt, touching the white hot soft ring inside your pussy and came.

He doused your cervix with his cum, kissing at the womb's entrance with the desire to drive deeper into you. Miguel's mind raced, thinking of spelunking further, making you a whole new his.

At the same time, Venom slinked back to its recesses. Reeling back into Miguel, sated and quiet.

Miguel caught his breath over you, losing the strength in his arms and resting his full body against you. You panted just the same, staring up at the dark ceiling while your fingers combed through the nape of his hair. Your other hand traced up and down his spine, inadvertently petting the anomaly housed inside him.

"I," you began, lining your dry throat with a new coat of saliva. "I take it research wasn't a bust."

Miguel kissed at your neck, nuzzling his face in the crevice of your shoulder. "No, it wasn't. You...you brought me a blessing."

We're a blessing?

You edged your chin in to glance down at Miguel. "Really?" You asked, incredulous.

Miguel shook his head. "No, it's an actual pain in the ass. But worth further study."

You laughed softly then, resting your head back to the mattress. "Yeah, speaking of ass..."

Miguel tensed against you, ready for you to catch onto his secret play underneath the skin.

"I liked that," you admitted, rolling your eyes at the raw feeling of your hole, your walls still throbbing around Miguel's still-hard cock.

Of course she did.

Miguel grimaced at the anomaly's cocky nature echoed through him. He pecked at your skin. "I'll never do it again unless you want."

You blushed, shutting your eyes. "As long as I'm yours."

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Miguel O'Hara x Fem! Assistant! Reader | Unmasked

TW: language, no use of y/n, some google translate Spanish because I do not speak Spanish.

Word Count: 2,228

| Your POV |

Miguel O'Hara.

I'd use only one word to describe a man like him.

Arrogant.

Extremely arrogant in fact, so arrogant he hired me. Why is that so arrogant, one might ask, well he's arrogant because his personal hobby is to make my life a living, breathing hell! Why is this? Only his big, arrogant, sadistic mind knows. How is he arrogant? Well...

"I thought I said no cream," Miguel said, his eyebrows furrowing for the 20th time today. It's 8:30 in the morning. He sighed and placed the coffee down on his desk hazardously as if everything doesn't have a price tag with a pretty penny attached to it. Miguel O'Hara, one of the leading scientists at Alchemax, what does he do? I don't really know to be honest, I tried to ask once but that made him even pissier, saying something along the lines of "the fate" of something and "confidential to civilians".

"That's what I ordered sir," I said, picking up the coffee cup that was almost tipped over due to his carelessness. God, can this day really test me anymore? It's only the beginning and I've already had to go back for coffee twice.

"I don't care what happened, make it work. I don't want cream and I don't want decaf, I just want plain, black coffee." Yeah, plain like your soul O'Hara. Whatever, this assistant gig pays extremely well since, shockingly, he can't seem to keep an assistant. I wonder why.

"Right away sir," I say, rolling my eyes as I threw away the second coffee cup. Poor coffee, never had the chance. Poor barista who made it, a waste of time. Ungrateful, O'Hara is, he's so stuck up being rich and all from his dumb job in his big stupid lab that he expects someone to just wipe his ass.

"Ah, you said that last time, look where we are." He tutted, sitting at his desk in his office. You heard me, his office, he has a personal lab and an office. What does this guy even do?!

"You have quite a humor." I sarcastically reply, which made him furrow his brows once more. He started to say something, probably along the lines of "I'm your boss" yada yada, before I shut the door to his office, walking back to the elevator to grab yet another coffee from the poor stand on the ground floor of the Alchemax building. The Alchemax building is huge, probably all designed for O'Hara since everyone just adores him here, but it's right next to this....odd building. It's about the same size as the Alchemax Center, they even own it, hell it's connected to our building, but it's off-limits to everyone. Ha, even O'Hara. I'm glad at least some things don't revolve around him.

"Hi again," I said to the barista while monologuing I arrived at the stand, "I need a plain black coffee, please, just please don't put anything in it."

"Um, okay," She said, with her signature snarky attitude. This barista always gets on my nerves. She always screws up Miguel's simple order multiple times a day. I think she has it out for me, honestly. I watch as she is about to pour cream into the cup, smirking like it's the funniest thing in the world.

"Hey." I said, making her jump a little, "I've been down here three times today, four yesterday, you know that I know that you know how to make a damn plain cup of coffee."

"Fine." She said, handing me the cup," free of charge if you don't tell my manager."

"Free of charge for a month, this happened all of last week too," I said, grabbing the cup from her.

"Ugh okay." She said, embarrassment rising to her cheeks as she sees other people in line watching the spectacle.

I give her a smile. before dropping a ten in the tip jar. What, I just haggled the poor teenager into giving me free coffee for a month, while she was being an asshole and I needed a win, she's still a kid. Well now I feel bad, but I don't think I'm going to feel as bad as I am when I walk through O'Hara's office doors.

"So, you learn how to order a plain coffee yet?" O'Hara snarled, his eyes glaring at me. God, this guy sucks. His reddish eyes are just asking to test him, begging even, he must be so dreadfully bored that he just wants me to stick it to him.

At this point, I'm too mentally exhausted to make a witty comeback and I defeatedly hand him his cup, sighing as I walk away. Honestly, I think this job might be too much. This is a calm day compared to last week, running back and forth for food, because everyone everywhere in this building screws up his order. This...is odd, because instead of doing paperwork, ha, paper, that's funny, thinking the word 'paper' makes me feel old, like I'm from the 2020s or something like that! But regardless, my job requirements when I got the job was mainly to fill out his busy work, but 99% of the time, I'm running his errands!! So weird now that I think about this, but anyways, it doesn't matter, at least I hope it doesn't.

| Miguel's POV |

I watch as my assistant leaves, seeing her defeated look as she walks away from my office to go to what I assume is the break room. Even if it isn't lunch, I don't care, I just need her away. I don't need a damn assistant. It's all for looks so these nosy scientists don't meddle in my business, so it looks like I'm still acting as a geneticist. Honestly, if there was one word I'd use to describe her, it's insufferable. So very insufferable.

I would say she messes up my orders on purpose just to spite me, but I know that isn't true. Why isn't that true? Well

"You're so rude Miguel." LYLA said, popping up beside him, "I know she can't know your real work, but that doesn't require you to pick on her!"

"LYLA, go away," I grunt, furrowing my brows once more, that must be the twenty-fifth time today.

"Well Miguel, you're needed in Spider-Society, Jess needs you to conduct that mission report." She said, tilting her little heart-shaped sunglasses.

"Do it yourself LYLA, I don't have time for this. If I keep leaving this building, those scientists are gonna keep harassing me on 'how do I get extra time off?' when I'm working much harder than they ever will, especially that Dr. Ohnn-"

"Save it for Spider-Therapist." LYLA said, "I'll see you in HQ". She disappeared before Miguel could argue further about excuses on why he shouldn't leave Alchemax today.

"Ugh!" He groans, furrowing his eyebrows yet again, it's really a wonder he hasn't developed wrinkles yet, well, more wrinkles than he already has.

| Your POV |

I walk back to Miguel's office, ready to stick it to him. Frankly, I don't care if he's my boss, he can't keep treating me like this. It's a toxic work environment and I'm this close to reporting him to HR.

As I walk closer and closer to his office, I see him speedily walking down the hallway, so, in a moment of stupidity I follow him. Staying silent as I see him walk further and further away from the department of whatever the hell he does, walking closer to the biology sector, by the spider section. Gross, I'd hate to work with a bunch of spiders all day, they give me the heebie-jeebies.

He keeps walking, past where anyone works, and by the......sky bridge. What the hell? He can't go in there! That building is strictly off limits for everyone, even arrogant bosses.

I watch as he turns the corner, looking around to see if anyone was watching him. I duck behind a potted plant, praying he doesn't see me, and unfortunately, he does.

"Are you going to explain why you're hiding behind a snake plant?" Miguel asks, walking over to peer down at me. He cocks his eyebrow, smirking as if he'd found a cat in an amusing position like those old internet videos from a hundred years ago.

"You gonna explain why you're walking into that creepy, off-limits, building?!" I said, popping up from behind the snake plant, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"That's none of your concern, why are you stalking me?"

"I'm not stalking you, I am observing your behavior for the greater good of Alchemax! That building doesn't belong to you, sir!" I said, crossing my arms. The nerve of this guy, he doesn't own all of Nueva York!

"¡Que maravilla! We have a little security guard here! Go back to your desk or I'm docking your pay." Miguel said, scowling. Actually, I don't think his face even changed into a scowl. I don't it's ever not a scowl.

"Ha, that's funny." I say, crossing my arms," You have no control over that! Alchemax controls my pay, not you douche-bag!"

"Watch it." He threatened before his watch device dinged, must be some top-of-the-line Mango device, he always gets new, expensive gadgets. He got the ePhone 80 the other day, it hasn't even come out yet!

"LYLA, I'm busy." He said, turning his back to me like he has something to hide on that dumb, orange holo-watch of his. It's rather bulky compared to other holo-watches. Strange

"Instead of hiding secrets how about we finish this conversation, Miguel?" I said walking around to get face-to-face with him. "What does that thing even do? It looks way too big just to be a holo-watch."

"None of your concern, go back to your desk." He said, trying to cover his watch device. Before he knew it, the picture of the lady from the holo watch started moving around. Damn, this guy and his state-of-the-art stuff.

"Hey there!" She said, moving around, "Im LYLA, an AI assistant. I handle all of the nitty-gritty files, documents, and about everything else for Miguel and the rest of Sp...Alchemax! LYLA stands for LYrate Lifeform Approximation. Pretty neat huh?"

"What the hell, Miguel!" I said, scowling, I guess I'm becoming like him. Ew, scratch that, never say that again. "You have a whole other assistant thing and you make me run around like a dog fetching your food, and magically everyone always gets it wrong!"

"Well that's because Miguel asks them to get it wrong" LYLA answered, leaving Miguel frozen for a split second.

"I'm gonna kill you, Miguel O'Hara. Why would you purposely ask people to make my orders for you wrong?! Is this some kind of sadistic game you get off to? Huh?!"

"No." He finally replied, turning LYLA off before she could make him look any worse, "It's to keep you busy and out of my files." Okay, maybe he didn't even need LYLA to make him look bad.

"Why?!" I asked, throwing my hands up in the air. Thank god this is by that other building where no one comes because we're causing quite a spectacle here.

"Because you can't know!" He barked, gritting his teeth. His teeth...does he have fangs? I squinted my eyes to get a better look, and yes, he has fangs, which are abnormally larger than just some sharp canines.

"Why can't I know?" I asked, my eyesight flicking from his teeth back up to his reddish...no red eyes. Why are they red? How are they red? What is even happening anymore?

"Because no one like you can know. You're not a part of the few who get to know and you better be glad you aren't. This isn't a little day job where you run around with screwed-up orders, this is life or death."

"Just tell me dammit," I said, "it's probably not even that serious. What is serious is if you don't 'fess up, I'm going to report the screwed-up food, the trespassing, the verbal assault, and many other things my wonderful boss has done to me to HR. Then, you'll be fired and no more sneaking around the mysterious building. Spill."

"You could never begin to understand..!"

"Miguel! What is it! Why can't I view your files? Why can't I do my job? Why are you going into that damn building?!"

Miguel taps a few buttons on his watch, sighing. He has to do this Whether he wants to or not, it isn't up to him anymore. He has to maintain access to that building. It's vitally important. Alchemax knows what that building is and why it's Miguel's. It's the only reason he can't sue them for making this monster. How else would a man on a worker's salary, even a good one, afford an entire skyscraper in Nueva York.

I watch as Miguel's entire body fizzles softly before being coated in something anyone who has ever watched the news knows. Anyone who isn't dead or living under a rock so huge they might as well be considered dead. The two red lines that represent eyes look back at me, halting any movement, even my words cannot stumble out of my mouth. For the first time ever it feels as if I didn't have a thought at all.

"I'm Spider-man."

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Come Hell or High Water

Pairing: miguel x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Summary: After an anomaly raid resulting in your capture, Miguel attempts to get some rest after days of searching. He finds it more difficult than expected.

Warnings: swearing, Miguel is incredibly self-deprecating, descriptions of blood, crying, torture, and an ambiguous ending.

A/N: I’m trying out some new formatting. Feel free to let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for reading.

Part 2

Word Count: 1k Type: blurb

Miguel O'Hara never knew how easy it would be to memorize a popcorn ceiling. Every crack, bubble, fleck of dust, scratch of paint. He had gotten to know it intimately, more intimately than he thought was possible.

He preferred the endless, beige void of his bedroom ceiling to closing his eyes, knowing that once he did, he would be met with your own.

"Miguel," you whispered, light leaving your eyes as the Doctor Octavious variant stomped on your gizmo, wrenched your arm out from under you, and dove the both of you through his cross-dimensional portal.

"I'll find you," Miguel screamed, veins popping from his neck. “I’ll find you; I promise.” The frailty in his voice making his skin crawl just thinking about it.

"Miguel," you repeated, knowing the truth, and were gone.

Without a trace. A tracker. Or a goodbye.

And it was all his fucking fault.

He was the one who pushed. He was the one who agreed to let you come. He was the one who had not properly calculated how big of a threat the Doctor had become and sent you in to be totally blindsided. He was the one who let his true feelings for you show, right in front of the Doctor's beady, vendetta-filled eyes, allowing him to see just how to bring Miguel O’Hara to his knees.

He still felt the bruises and dried blood on his shins, kneecaps, and elbows from how long he had kneeled and buried himself onto that rancid cobblestone street. “I'll do anything, anything you want.”

The Doctor only smiled.

Miguel hadn't allowed himself to grieve. Or mourn. Or process any of it for long enough to come up with an actual plan. No. He tore through galaxies like an animal, commanding every one of his spiders to search every sector of every city, before moving onto the next one. He blocked off streets. Ripped apart homes. Trespassed into governmental bodies. Dug through sewers and trashcans and jail centers. He left every galaxy he visited in shreds.

It stretched on for days, this rampage, until Jess finally cornered him, and forced him to finally sit the fuck down.

“Look at yourself, Miguel. You're becoming the people who kill us. This isn't how we'll find her.”

Miguel merely scoffed, complying only to humor her.

“Go home, Miguel. Fucking relax.”

How could he fucking relax - how dare he fucking relax - when he was the one who had done this to you.

He couldn't get it out of his head. Your eyes slowly becoming solemn, sunken, defeated. Like you were disappointed in him. Like he had let you down. And yet, your gaze simultaneously memorized every inch of him.

Blood streamed down your face from a deep cut on your forehead, dripping a deep red into your eyes and mouth as you stared at him. The Doctor's grip on your arm was firm, firm enough to squeeze your triceps so hard muscle popped out on your underarm. Your suit was torn to shreds, signifying that you had more than just the wound on your forehead.

Miguel wondered obsessively if they had been cleaned, stitched, and treated properly, or if the Doctor stooped to merely let you rot in a cage somewhere.

If that was the case, Miguel wondered, would you even still be breathing?

He closed his eyes, attempting to steady his breathing. No, you would be alive. Without you, the Doctor had no leverage, no treat to wiggle in front of Miguel's face, yet keeping it just out of reach. He would be keeping you alive.

His nostrils flared as his brain spiraled down a hole he hadn't let himself fall into yet. Alive was one thing, but how he was keeping you alive was another.

Miguel ground his teeth together as his occipital lobe flashed images into his mind before he could stop it. The Doctor starving you, trapping you, taunting you, putting his hands on you -

Miguel's claws began to pull out of his fingers, and his fangs dug into the skin of his bottom lip. Waves and waves of white hot, burning, pulsing rage washed over him, making his vision go milk white, paralyzing him to the bed. The images continued flashing and flashing, over and over again. The Doctor's smile gleaming as he touched you, your face a mural of pain and loss, screaming at the top of your lungs.

His claws dug into his mattress, and his fangs cut deep enough to draw blood. His mouth filled with metal.

He could hear your screams, echoing through his mind. It was the only thing he could hear.

He couldn't fucking take it anymore.

He sat up in bed, his bare, sweaty back sticking to the sheets as he did. He tapped on his gizmo, allowing his suit to stretch and encompass the entirety of his body. His ears rang and his neck twitched as he stood to his full height, allowing his suit to cover him completely.

As his mask covered his face, he closed his eyes. He breathed in, washing away the scenarios his brain was abusing him with, and breathed them out. He pushed all his emotions into corners of his brain, storing them away into tiny pockets, vowing to only open them once the job was done.

He opened his eyes, his body a vessel of only cool, venomous focus. He didn't care what the Doctor had done, what he himself had done, what anyone had done up unto that point. He only allowed himself to care about how to move forward.

He left his room, walking down the hallway of the Spider Society as silent and deadly as a loaded gun, and dug his claws into his palms. Blood trailed a path behind him.

He was ice. Pure, focused ice, and he was going to get you back.

"Come hell or high water," he whispered to himself, "I will get her back."

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