#miguel o'hara x nb reader

[bloodlustknight]

Sweat & Dryer Sheets

Miguel O'Hara x FTM!Reader | WC: 1.4k cw: 18+ mdni, oral r receiving, bottom growth referred to as cock Summary: You and Miguel live together but it's been so long since you've been able to be together.

𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆 ࣪ 　 ҉ ⋅⠀✧⠀⋅ 　 ҉ ࣪ 𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆

It had been a long day, your body heavy as you open the door to your apartment. The smell of freshly washed laundry hitting your nose.

"Miguel, I'm home," you announce as you enter the living room. That's when you see him; folding clothes and making neat piles on the couch.

He looks up as you enter the room unfurling his brows, face softening.

"Welcome home sweetheart," He stretches out an arm pulling you in as he kisses the crown of your head. You relax into his side, "You smell good."

"How so?" Miguel asks, interest piqued.

"Hmm, you smell like dryer sheets... and a little sweaty." You look up, meeting his eyes. A laugh escapes his throat as his chest rumbles.

"You think that smells good?" Miguel raises a brow fighting back another laugh.

"What? It's nice, smells like home." You reach your hand out, pressing it against his chest, busying yourself with straightening out his shirt.

"Plus, I like it when you get all sweaty." Another laugh cracks through Miguel.

"Oh really?" he says with a goofy grin. He takes hold of your wrist, gently bringing your hand up to his mouth, brushing his lips over your knuckles, giving each a kiss.

His eyes are unwavering as he presses your palm against his lips, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. You instinctively pull your hand back, but it doesn't budge. Your eyes widen, and you feel the room heat up. Miguel holds your wrist, firmly pushing his tongue into your palm. Kneading your flesh, sending shivers down your spine. A groan escapes you as he begins to part your fingers. You duck your head breaking from his gaze, face beet red. He looked hungry.

"Please, I want to see that handsome face-" Miguel says between breaths. Suddenly you feel a hand press into the small of your back; before you know it, you're flush against him, forced to look up your breath hitches as you see it. Spit coats the edges of his lips as he makes obscene work of your hand.

"Miguel, please..." you whisper heat pooling at the base of your stomach.

"Use your words, sweetheart." he says, lips leaving your hand.

"The... ah laundry- I can help you with it." This sends him into a laughing fit.

He always managed to get you worked up so easily, none of this was new, but it had been so long since the last time.

"The laundry can wait. I'd like to focus on you." He smiles. That's when you feel a hand snake from your back to right in between your legs, cupping your groin. You grab his shoulders for support as your legs buckle slightly.

"Fuck-" you gasp as he traces your hood. You'd been so busy recently, coming home late and exhausted. It had been so long since you and Miguel's schedules lined up. Even then, at any moment, he could be called out to fight the villain of the week. You didn't realize how sensitive you had become to his touch. How much you wanted, no needed this.

You slide a hand down his chest and slip it underneath his shirt. Exploring his musculature until you reach his nipple pressing your thumb against it. Miguel swallows back a groan as you massage his chest. In what feels like an act of retaliation; he slips his hand into your pants. He takes your cock, giving it a tug. In an instant you push your hips forward, giving him better access, wanting more.

You begin to pull at his shirt frustrated that you're both still clothed and he's got you this desperate.

"Clothes off - please." You huff. He leans down and plants a kiss on your lips.

"Soon beautiful..." he trails off, your eyes meeting his. It's the first time you notice how red he'd gotten, eyes half-lidded, canines protruding.

He slowly gets down onto his knees, grabbing the backs of your thighs. You stiffen in anticipation, muscles jerking with each kiss he leaves up your thighs. Ghosting his lips over your clothed cock, his hot breath making you impatient for contact.

You thread your fingers through his hair bracing yourself. He presses his tongue flat against the fabric of your pants. You lean into his touch the layers of clothing making it hard for you to feel him. You tug on his hair desperately, wanting more.

"Please... Miggy" you manage through staggered breath. This time there's no response, he simply pushes his face closer, you now feel his nose press into you as he prods your crotch with licks. He becomes more desperate as time goes on. His heavy breathing a sign of how badly he's been wanting this to. He leaves your groin, cool breath sending shivers up your spine as it hits your now-soaked crotch.

You needed him now, needed to feel his lips wrap around you. You begin to undo your pants, muscles tensing with need. Miguel stills your hands, grabbing your pants by the belt loops and yanking them down with a single tug, a shallow breath leaves you. You weren't the only one who felt desperate.

His hands return, hooking around your legs, his lips swollen as they latch onto your inner thigh. It feels as though he's wound you up, and the smallest of touches could have you come undone.

"Mhm, ah-h" you sputter as Miguel kisses your thighs, stopping at your core, lips ghosting there. He raises a hand slowly pulling back your hood, hips bucking up into his touch. Grabbing onto his hair you brace yourself as he presses his lips against your head. The overstimulation makes every movement electric causing you to hiss through your teeth.

He takes all of you into his mouth, letting out a groan as he feels the weight of you on his tongue. Hollowing out his cheeks he sucks you in, stopping only to lick at your base collecting the mess he's made of you onto his tongue. Each of his groans sends sweet vibrations through your core, pushing you closer and closer to your release.

"Hah- you're doing so good, Miguel... so good-" you barely manage to stagger out your praise. He doesn't show it well but Miguel was a sucker for praise. Vulnerability looked beautiful on him. You cherished the time you spent together where guarded walls crumbled.

Your train of thought broken as you feel his lips leave you. He's panting, you're slick covering his face. You can tell he's close, the realization sends your heart pounding. The thought of Miguel getting there just by getting you off. You let out a groan, locking eyes.

"Please Miggy I'm so close," You throw your head back. In a heartbeat, he's back at your core, savoring your taste on his tongue, massaging your cock.

He takes both his hands, spreading you open, your legs bowing. His nose pressed against your cock as he hungrily laps at your sensitive nerves. You feel the pleasure concentrate in your core, building with each stroke of his tongue.

"Yes there, right there!" you keen. All at once you feel the wave that's been building crash over you. Every one of your muscles, tenses as you grip Miguel's hair for dear life. He's holding your legs, ensuring you don't stumble as you ride out your orgasm.

Once you've stilled, panting, you look down at him. As you brush your fingers through his hair, you can't fight off the goofy smile on your face.

"What was all that for?" you chuckle. He leans into your touch.

"I don't know... it's been a while, I missed you." He says loud enough just for the two of you to hear.

You help Miguel as he slowly begins to rise. Taking his face into your hands, you wipe yourself off the edges of his lips.

"I missed you too." You say giving him a peck on the cheek. Miguel buries himself into the crook of your neck.

"Mhhhm," he breathes out, a smile on his lips.

"You smell good."

#OOC Miguel im so sorry #this is pwp #I just want to have a home with him and a quite life 😮‍💨 #want to understand his character better but this hit me out of nowhere #might write some more #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x ftm!reader #miguel o'hara x nb!reader #miguel o'hara x enby!reader #miguel o'hara x ftm reader #miguel o'hara x enby reader #miguel o'hara x nb reader #nb reader #ftm reader

[badchoicesworld]

blog guide !!

requests are closed, but feel free to send them in regardless. just expect them to be answered a little later !

this is (for now) an across the spiderverse blog !

please allow me up to a week to write up your asks

characters i write for :

Miguel O’hara

Miles Morales

Miles 42

Hobie (let’s go brit rep)

Pavitr Prabhakar

The Spot

Peter B. Parker

Spider-Noir

general info :

i cannot stress this enough, i exclusively write everything but fem reader, y’all got enough .

that being said, feel free to request anything else at all- when it’s not specified i will just assume gender neutral for the sake of inclusion

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but i also don’t mind if they’re just general requests that don’t require a lot of detail

i will NOT write explicit NSFW, i draw the line at clothes being removed unless it has something to do with a prompt (e.g. seeing top surgery scars for the first time), some of these characters ages are not specified yet and i don’t feel comfortable potentially writing NSFW for minors. that is a crime.

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finally, there will be types of writing i can’t do for specific characters. for example, spot, idk how tf i would write like a whole one-shot when my man is how he is now so i’d probably just have to stick to headcanons n such

what i will write :

requests can be either platonic or romantic dynamics, potentially other stuff if you have any ideas. just lemme know ! i do like to consider myself half decent at writing, i’ve studied english literature and linguistics my whole life and i love it very dearly <3 i’m going on to study english as a whole at a higher level (literature, language, linguistics, creative writing)

i'm happy to also apply these headcanons to the cc's, so transgender miguel for instance! just let me know :]

i typically write in bullet points because im a mess

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x nb reader (feel free to specify if they’re ambiguous, masc leaning or whatever if it’s relevant to the ask)

x trans reader

x cis reader

x spider reader

x mutant reader

character x reader

if you request multiple characters (which is fine <3) i’ll likely default to headcanons for the sake of ease

what i won’t write :

x fem reader .

character x character

NSFW

triggering topics (excluding canon events)

weird fetish/kink stuff :[

hate speech, everyone is welcome here

masterlist :

hobie brown:

how i think Hobie would react to GN!reader calling them their husband casually, even though they’re not married

hobie brown with a transgender, vigilante reader (ftm reader)

hobie admires your fighting spirit (gn reader)

hobie’s punk, you’re metal (band edition, masc reader)

where you and hobie have the most loving connection, but don’t label it (gn reader)

where hobie meets gwens older brother (masc reader)

hobie notices how startled you get when he kisses you (gn!)

hobie realises you’re not as naive as he thought ! (gn reader)

with an s/o that cries a lot ! (gn!reader)

hobie with a snake mutated boyfriend !

hobie with a butterfly mutated boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

miles morales

miles with an artistic boyfriend riddled with anxieties

miles with a snake mutated boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

miles 42:

miles 42 w/ an artistic spider-reader ! (masc reader)

miles42 with a butterfly mutated boyfriend !

miles 42 w/ and alien boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

the spot:

the spot getting flustered by masc!reader

the spot falls into winged readers home (gn)

spider-noir:

spider-noir finds out you’re transmasc on a mission !

helping noir understand trans issues (deadnaming, ftm reader)

with an s/o that cries a lot ! (gn!reader)

noir finds out you wear trans tape (transmasc!reader)

defending his trans partner !

#across the spiderverse #blog guidelines #male reader #nb reader #x reader #mlm and nblm only #headcanon #oneshot #imagine #my writing #hobie brown #miguel o'hara #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar #the spot spiderverse #peter b parker #spider man: across the spider verse #spider noir #fanfic #astv

[genuineapoptosis]

Eyes on you (Sub! Obsessive! Miguel O'Hara)

Characters: Obsessive! Sub!Miguel O'Hara x Nb!Reader

Themes: sub/dom dynamic, stalking, masturbation, guilt

Lenght: ficlet

Could've made it more fucked up. Maybe part 2 idk

It's always the ones that portray themselves as superiors that end up being the most sick. Though, for the most part, they do not happen to be aware of it. Unfortunately for him, with Miguel O'Hara, this simply wasn't the case.

Perhaps it was because his descent was so gradual. That with every single step he took, he knew he was doing it willingly. He knew his actions were strange and he knew his behavior should never be shown to the world. So, for the longest time, he tried to rationalise it. Over and over and over again. And after he could do it no longer, he was too far gone not to accept it.

It started off slow. It always does. You had joined the spiders. He took interest in you. Workspace crushes are nothing new, after all. Wanting to spend more and more time in your vicinity was a normal action in such a state.

Of course, that lead to your promotion quite early upon your enrollment. But you were good at what you did. Ungodly good. So nobody would even think it was caused by ulterior motives, when you had yet to have an unsuccessful mission for the two months you had been with them.

Perhaps that was one of the first reasons he liked you. You worked hard and then fucked off. No lingering, no afterwork chats. You'd do what was required, and then simply disappear. An air of mystery around you.

It drove him mad.

Soon enough he started holding meetings. Standard thing in such a field of work. He'd go over the organization, schedules, tech updates, and the likes with you and other higher ranking individuals. For the most part a tedious, yet expected thing.

Not to him though. To him, those were the few rare occasions outside of missions where you'd actively engage with everybody. But most importantly, you'd actively engage with him. And he was so very thankful for that.

He very much loved the sound of your voice. They way you spoke had a certain ring to it that he couldn't get enough of. He'd run your words through his head on repeat when on his own. Every time you had used his name. Every time you laughed. Though none of it was as good as the real thing.

Slowly, the meetings became more frequent. With fewer and fewer members invited. Until it was just the two of you. Everyone had accepted the fact that you had simply become his right-hand man. And for the time being, they had yet to have a reason to think otherwise.

You'd gotten closer to him than you were expecting. Perhaps that was because he was one of the few people you worked with whom you didn't find bothersome. It was very apparent how exhausted he was menaging everything on his very own. The least you could do is provide your help. And besides, you did enjoy holding power over other people that you wouldn't have without his apparent devotion to you.

On his part, that same feeling was amplified. He was alone with you for hours on end. So close to you yet not enough. Everything you did made his heart speed up. The smell of your perfume. The look in your eyes when you were deep in thought. Oh, and how he loved it when you'd take care of anyone trying to interrupt. Having them end up looking like a small child as they leave the two of you alone once more. How that sort of state came so naturally to your being. As if you simply demanded control just by existing.

He needed to know more about you. About your history, about your interests. Though, that was a normal thing. After all, he wanted to be able to hold better conversations with you. What other way is there to it, than to try and know every last thing about your being?

He starting going into your files. What you had done in your universe. Why you were such a force of nature in combat. Oh but how it made his stomach turn when he had gotten to your past lovers.

God, they were all so revolting and useless. Nothing compared to you. You shouldn't date someone so below your league! You shouldn't date someone so worthless! You should date someone made for you. You should date someone like-!

He was surprised by his own resolve. He has yet to crack.

You were analyzing data from one of the more recent multiverse anomalies. Calling him over the give him the watch from a spider who had gone MIA. Looking at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours as you explained the situation. None of the actual words entering his mind, just the sound of your voice. Handing it to him, you had let your hands touch his.

Fuck...

He turned around immediately, trying to hide how disgustingly hard he was just from that single touch.

You were to be excused. Immediately.

Unaware of his current state, you had simply left the quarters. Knowing his usual temper, you had assumed he just had one of his episodes after they lost one of their men due to incompetence.

If only.

No. No, this was no good. Up until now, he could deny his feelings. But now he had such apparent evidence.

He should be better than this. He should act accordingly. Not get aroused by your mere touch.

But it was so gentle.

You were always so gentle with him. So helpful and patient. Yet you didn't want him. If you did, you wouldn't have left. If you did, you'd spend time with him outside of meetings. If you did, you'd see right through his facade.

He had to be satisfied with just your smell, your laugh, your distant presence. But it wasn't enough. How ever could it be enough?

When he wanted you to wrap those tender fingers around his throat. When he wanted you to tell him how you knew everything.

He began palming at himself through his suit. Thinking about you ridiculing him for being a stalker. For the way he isolated you from everyone just so he could have you for himself. He was pathetic. He wanted you to tell him that.

Just use him up any way you'd want. He wouldn't mind. He deserved it. Sink your teeth into his flesh, leave marks deep enough to bleed. Hurt him or humiliate him. It wouldn't matter. As long as he gets what he deserves.

He pictured the way you'd look while fucking him. Those same eyes focused on him, now filled with a different sort of spark. You'd tell him what the others would think if they were to see him like this. A pathetic mess unable to string words together. Getting railed until he can't function anymore.

He was close. He needed it so bad. Why won't you give it to him? Why won't you show pitty on him? Hasn't he earned it?

He'll do anything.

Just fuck him.

He came into his suit. Shame overflowing him as he did so.

He left immediately. And if he were any better, he'd act as if none of this ever happened.

But he wouldn't be able to. Not when it felt so good cumming to the thought of you.

He already had plans for tonight.

#my writing #sub!miguel o'hara #sub miguel o'hara #dom reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spider man: across the spider verse #atsp

[arachnoia]

necklace ʚɞ ˖✧˖°.| miguel o'hara

miguel o'hara x nb! reader

in which the leader of the powerful spider society falls for one of nueva york's most infamous criminals...

warnings- fluff! not proofread/it’s a drabble! reader is assumed to know/ speak spanish

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"He looks so sad..." Gwen remarked. Miles and Hobie nodded as Pavitr crossed his arms, "It doesn't help that his only best friend is a literal A.I!"

"That's true, mate. It’s like he’s deathly allergic to the idea of fun...And people."

The group judged Miguel from a distance, who was eating his lunch silently...and alone.

Lyla popped out of thin air. "Hey! It's not like I can ignore him even if I wanted to." She rolled her eyes and pointed to Miguel, "He needs some romance here. It's actually sad. Yesterday, his screen time was 23 hours that day!"

Miles scoffed, "You would think with allat screen time, that he would jump on a dating website-"

"Excuse me?"

Miles' eyes widened as he noticed a shadow behind him. "N-Nothing!"

"Right...Once you guys are done, we have a mission. So eat quickly and meet in my office."

Pavitr laughed once he and Lyla left, "How would he get bitches if everyone is scared of him!"

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As soon as they finished eating, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie were met with a fuming Miguel, throwing different metal parts all over the room in frustration.

"Be careful guys, he isn't happy," Margo said, sucking her teeth, "He was just looking at his monitors and just started throwing stuff!"

Hobie patted her shoulder, "Yea mate, we can tell he's not the jolliest right now."

Lyla appeared in front of them and nervously chuckled, "Heyyy guys!"

Miguel slowly turned around to glare at the four Spiders. "Let's go."

Miles raised his eyebrows, "You didn't even tell us what we're supposed to-"

Miguel grabbed Miles by his suit and fumed, "You don't ask me questions."

He let Miles go, causing him to fall as Miguel grabbed his own forehead and groaned, "You know what, stay here. I'll deal with this myself."

He started walking away as the four Spiders looked at each other, stunned.

……..

You flinched slightly as you heard the alarms go off, the screeching hurting your ears, "Damn those alarms."

You were one of Nueva York's most infamous criminals, never being caught by anyone even though the city was home to the Spider Society. That was probably your biggest flex.

You were currently walking through the rubble of the building you just exploded in order to get some stone you've been wanting. It was pretty and you saw it in an exhibition.

Plus it’s fun to get attention from what you considered your hobby; causing a wreckage of Nueva York.

You started to lean on the side of an alleyway as you played with your gold necklace, having replaced your uniform for a basic white shirt, leather jacket, and your favorite tight jeans.

“Eres una pinche pendeja. You’re a fucking IDIOT, N/n!”

You looked behind you and saw your favorite person to get attention from just a few meters away.

“Miguelito! What a pleasure to see you here!” You smiled, waving at him from afar. You mentally cheered. He didn’t have his uniform (which you have always found so sexy on him) and he had his grey turtleneck, black slacks, and some shoes you gifted him which were some retro Air Jordan 1s in black and white. You may or may not have stolen them.

You tilted your head, sensing his anger from miles away. It was amusing to witness.

“Vente pa’ca, Y/n.”

“Why don’t you make me, Miguel?”

Your teasing made him even more upset and you laughed, running swiftly towards him. You stretched your arms, gave him a hug, and stuffed your face on his chest.

“I love your sexy cologne. It smells so good, baby.”

He pulled away from your strong grip and grabbed the bridge of his nose out of frustration, “No puedo más contigo. Why did you do that?!” He said. You smiled at his upset nature and laughed.

“Babyyy, what happened to ‘Hi’ or ‘How are you’? Y tu ya sabes mi respuesta para eso.” You snickered, having your hands on your hips.

“You can’t stop? Can’t you? You’re acting like a goddamn idiot. One of these days, someone is going to catch you and it’s not going to be me,” he sneered while glaring at you.

You scoffed at him and turned your head, gazing at the destruction you caused from afar.

“Oh fuck. how could the Spider Society take this? Their so precious leader going out with me! Little ol’ me! How embarrassing,” you cried out.

“Oh yeah! Me? Spider-man? Going out with Nueva York’s most wanted? God forbid anyone finds out,” he snarled.

The two of you stared at each other before you started cackling. Even Miguel started to chuckle silently.

“M-My god! Miguel, you’re making me look like a crazy person here!” you laughed.

He rolled his eyes and smiled, “That’s ‘cause you are, N/n.”

It was quite an unexpected pairing with you two being close.

You two met at a nightclub after Lyla and Jess forced him to go in order to “loosen up”, they said.

The whole night, he couldn’t help but stare at you as you danced, in nothing but a short crop top and shorts, making your legs look long and sexy.

After mentally preparing himself, you went up to him, buying him a drink and striking conversation.

He liked that about you and how you were so confident.

You were his polar opposite.

Quite literally, after he found you out and caught you vandalizing one of Nueva York’s most famous buildings other than Spider Society headquarters.

He was a mess for the whole week to say the least.

“You know, it would be better if you joined me in a life of crime.”

You went towards him, caressing his face and gazing at his eyes.

“Just the two of us…Imagine all the fun we can have.”

He smiled as he played with your necklace, “I could think of some ways.”

Your eyes lighted up, “So you’re up for it?”

“Absolutely…Not.”

You pouted at him, “But we make such a great team. In the streets and in the shee-“

He glared at you, “I don’t want to hear you finish that sentence.”

He tilted your head upwards, using his fingers to position your chin. “Pero no creas que voy a dejar que me desobedezcas más,” he said as his thumb grazed your lips softly.

“Or what?”

His lips enveloped yours as you began to make out, him pushing you against the wall of a building in the alleyway.

“You don’t want to find out, mi amor.”

You broke from the kiss and gazed up at him. “Who says I don’t wanna find out?”

…….

Miles and Gwen looked at Miguel from across the cafeteria, frightened, “This is kind of scary…”

Pavitr nodded, “It’s like looking at a dog walk with its hind legs.”

“Mate’s smiling while eating. SMILING! The man won’t even LAUGH but he smiles?” Hobie yelps, shaking poor Pavitr as they ravel in Miguel’s unusual behavior.

Miguel then stands up and walks towards the vending mashing in the cafeteria and the group straightens up.

Before he reaches, he stops at their table and glared at them, “What are you guys smiling about?”

Gwen chuckles, “N-Nothing! Hey Miguel, your necklace accessory thing is very-“

“NICE! IT TOTALLY SUITS YOU!” Miles interrupted, smiling ear to ear to get on Miguel’s good side.

“Weirdos..” Miguel muttered as he walked to the vending machine.

While he was pressing the numbers, he couldn’t help but smile a bit and play with his new necklace he had gotten as a gift the day prior.

translations-

Eres una pinche pendeja - You’re a fucking dumbass

Vente pa’ca - Come over here (shortened version of Vente para aća)

No puedo más contigo. - I can’t anymore with you

Y tu ya sabes mi respuesta para eso- And you already know my answer to that

Pero no creas que voy a dejar que me desobedezcas más - But don’t think I’m gonna let you disobey me even more

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[aliorsboxostuff]

MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS (TEMP) CLOSED !

Come check out my works bellow!

I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. I find them kind of weird for me to write so my fics are mostly 1st Person POV. I write most of my fics based off on Fixations that may last a couple weeks, months, years. If you've requested something but havent seen the fic, that might be because i've lost interest!

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut 

Platonic or Romantic relationships

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST! Or, characters I will definitely write about if requested!

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

Tim Rockford (yes from the Ad)

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

MARVEL & XMCU

Miguel O'hara (ATSV)

Hobie Brown (Platonic/fluff only)

Pavitr Prabhakar (Platonic/fluff only)

Kurt Wagner (xmcu)

Loki Laufeyson

Bucky Barnes

Moon Knight System

Deadpool

Daredevil

Eddie and Venom (They come as a pair)

BULLET TRAIN

Tangerine

Ladybug

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands. 

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!

#male reader #x male reader #gender neutral reader #writing requests #for my dudes and no genders ! #robert bob floyd x male! eader #robert bob floyd x gn!reader #jake hangman x male reader #jake hangman x gn!reader #bradley rooster x male reader #kurt wagner x male reader #loki laufeyson x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #moon knight system x male reader #deadpool x male reader #symbrock x male reader #tangerine x male reader #ladybug x male reader #hannibal x male reader #ezra prospect x m!reader #joel miller x male reader #agent whiskey x male reader #javi gutierrez x male reader #leon s kennedy x male reader #luis serra x male reader #Gojo x male reader #Satoru x male reader #sukuna x male reader #higuruma x male reader #nanami x male reader

[phyrestartr]

Hi there! I am unsure if you have requests open or not, but if you do, could I request a Miguel x F!Reader where reader wants to tell Miguel that she identifies as non-binary, but struggles to do so out of fear of Miguel breaking up with her.

There is one scene I have in mind for this in particular is that while having sex, Miguel tells the reader that he loves her, and the Reader has to hold in her/their tears because she/they truly believes he won't anymore when he finds out.

If this request is uncomfortable, please feel free to ignore!

Simply You | Miguel O'hara x F/NB!Reader

Miguel x F/NB!Reader W/C: 2.5k

#NSFW, hurt/comfort, fluff, fem-presenting reader, pre-established relationship, miguel is Spiderman, set before ATSV, adults talking like adults, healthy relationship ayo

Note: Tysm for this request! As a NB girlie, I really relate to this sort of struggle with coming out/explaining my identity to people close to me, so, in a weird way, I really enjoyed writing the reader fumbling with the explanation lol?? Idk but this was kinda sweet and therapeutic to write! I hope you enjoy :')

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Miguel loved you. You loved him. It was simple. 

Only, it wasn’t. Not for you.

Shame ate at you every time you felt his embrace, every time he filled you with a searing heat only he could control in your tumultuous, all-feeling heart. That self-condemnation didn’t come because of who you were, no, but because of what you couldn’t tell him, what you were too afraid to tell him. 

But you could cope, you always had. Did it really even matter, anyway? Did you need to bring that out into the world, to declare you were someone more nuanced than the snarky, kind woman he fell for? Was it worth it to walk and breathe, to sing and smile, to love and dance in the truth of your ipseity if it meant losing your one and only, your partner for life?

You didn’t know. You didn’t know if love would welcome the truth. 

You didn’t think the ceiling would hold the answers either, as much as you stared up at it that morning, hoping for an epiphany. The heels of your palms dug into your eyes while you sighed a shaky, weak sigh, and found the strength to roll out of bed. Or, well, at least sit up. 

“Heeey,” Lyla chirped as she flickered into being beside you. “Everything cool, buddy?” 

You tried a smile and nodded. “Yeah. Everything’s cool. I’m cool. It’s just one of those days, I guess.” 

“Yeah, I get that. It happens, so don’t sweat it, alright?” The digital Tinkerbelle gave you a reassuring, glitchy smile as she made a show of patting your arm. “Is it ‘cause of last night?” 

You grimaced, and Lyla nodded judiciously. 

God, you didn’t want to remember that. Bursting into tears just because he said he loved you was just–it wasn’t exactly how you wanted it to go. 

You’d been here so many times, his chest pressed to your plush breasts, his words whispering softly into your ear in a tone both sinful and endearing, but it always felt like the first, somehow. 

Each easy push into your heat pulled a dreamy sigh from between your soft lips time and time again. Each drag of your nails against his back, every fistful of hair tugged gave you the lightest of moans, the softest sweetness you’d never imagined you’d find in a man like Miguel O’hara. But you did. And you cherished it. You cherished him. 

“That good?” He mumbled against your neck as his pace quickened subtly with the grip holding onto your waist. Your thighs cozied up against his sides harder as your partner dove deeper and deeper to your centre, rubbing up just right against your velvety walls. 

“Always,” you mumbled back. And he smiled against your skin, a small laugh joining the gesture. You smiled, too, and gasped when he snapped his hips against yours harder, faster, delivering you pulse after pulse of hot pleasure without breaking a sweat.

He kissed your throat before finding your mouth again, and murmuring against your lips, “even better?” 

You convinced your eyes open to catch a glimpse of his snarky, punchable smile. You rolled your eyes and raked your nails against the nape of his neck to feel him shudder and stutter from the pleasant tingles crashing down on him. Sure, you had your weak spot, but he had his, too. 

“You’re a brat.” But you kissed him anyway, that grown-up brat you were so smitten with. 

“You love it,” he said as he nipped your bottom lip. “Almost as much as you love me, I bet.” 

“Oh, is this gonna be a trend? You flirting with yourself on my behalf?” You chuckled and looped both arms around his neck while you kissed him again, and again, and again. “But, yeah. I love you, whether you’re being a little shit or a tough guy.” 

Bright fondness turned crimson eyes into glittering rubies. It fuelled your ego, knowing your praise and love could get your man so excited and full of himself. You didn’t mind it–you encouraged it, actually. He deserved all the recognition and worship humanity could offer. 

“And I love you,” he offered back.

You shifted, eyes widening a bit as the delicate balance in your heart started to waver. Maybe he’d stop there. Maybe he wouldn’t keep talking.

“No matter what.” He buried his face into your neck and inhaled your scent. “Te amo, mi amor.” 

And you cracked. You cried. Because he might only love the shell of you.

You hung your head and rubbed your face with an embarrassed groan. “Was it…bad? Like, secondhand embarrassment bad?” 

“Eh, nah, not really. You covered it up pretty well with ‘I’m just really happy, that’s all.’” Lyla sighed and shook her head. “You’re good, I’ll tell ya that. But you might just wanna be, I dunno, honest?” 

You stared at her blankly. “...No, thanks.” 

“Wooow.”

“I–it’s just not easy. I don’t know how to–to put it into words, or how to really just, y’know, sum it all up.” You ran your hands through your hair and made it into a nest fit for a family of crows to live in before you got up and wandered to the kitchen in search of coffee (because that would definitely help your anxiety). 

Lyla reappeared in the kitchen by your side. “Okay, well, how do you sum it up for yourself?” She adjusted her sunnies a bit as she watched you. 

You paused mid-scoop, and stared down into the tin of grounds, brows furrowed. “It’s complicated.”

“Great!”

“How is that great? It doesn’t solve anything.” 

“Nah, but it’s a start.” 

You blinked, dumbstruck. Because damn. She was right. 

–

You mulled it over in your head and in your heart, thinking hard about how to bring it up to him now that you'd decided, yes, you were in fact going to bring it up to him, to be honest with him. Your nerves recoiled and your stomach roiled when you tried to recite that unwritten script festering in the back of your throat:

“Hey, babe, I need to talk to you about something. It’s nothing bad. It’s just, uh, y’know. I, uh…” 

“Hey, Miggs? Can we talk? It’s nothing serious or anything, but–well, okay, maybe it is serious, just not to you–I mean, no, no, I don’t mean you don’t care or–shit.” 

“Hey, so, there’s something kinda complicated that I wanna talk about, and, uh…just don’t freak out, okay?”

“Okay,” Miguel said. You let out an ugly noise, something between a gasp and a squawk, as you whirled around to see Spiderman himself sitting in your open window with a bag of takeout in his stupid hands.

“Miguel,” you wheezed. “I, uh.” You wiped your palms on your pants and willed the shock away. God, he was so annoying. So goddamn annoying. Why’d he have to show up now? “I thought you–don’t you have work? Wait, come inside first, what’re you doing? Jeeze.” 

He waited for you to come over to him and pull him inside instead of getting up himself. A very Miguel thing to do. He just liked you to worry over him, to get all exasperated and tell him he was being a brat because, well, he thought it was cute. Miguel was a very simple man with simple pleasures. 

“Technically still at work,” he remarked, very blase as you dragged him inside the apartment before closing the window. He set down the take out and rummaged through it. “Lunch break. That turned into a ‘saving Nueva York’ break.”

You nodded and crossed your arms to shield your hammering heart from him. “And now you’re here because–?” 

Miguel shrugged and deactivated his mask as he turned to you, handing you a box of pad thai. “Sorry, didn’t know coming to feed my girl was a punishable offence. How many years do I get?” 

You smiled, and the wild thumping in your chest ebbed. “Dunno yet. I’ll consult the jury.” You took the box from him with a soft “thank you” on your lips, and you sat at the kitchen counter beside him. 

“I await the verdict with bated breath.” Miguel chuckled and shook his head before peeking over at you to catch a glimpse of your fond smile. But he stared a little too long, and you could feel pointed rubies pressing against the side of your face. 

“What?” You asked when you met his gaze. 

He shook his head the slightest bit. “Nothing, just…glad you’re smiling.” Ah, damn. That tone of voice was so soft and gentle. Why was he so sweet? “After last night, I just–I was still kinda worried, I guess.” 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you reassured him, fighting through the heat staining your cheeks. “I promise. I don’t really know why I, y’know, got so…so…y’know.” 

“You sure?” Miguel asked. His gloved fingers tucked some hair behind your ear, fanning the flames hiding under your skin. “Sounded like you were rehearsing somethin’ before I crashed the party.”

You opened your mouth to refute, to argue against him, to run away from the issue at hand and save it for another day because why ruin the mood? But the words wouldn’t come up. Excuses didn’t come to mind, either, but bubbling bravery filled your chest and squared off your shoulders as you held Miguel’s gaze with burgeoning confidence. Maybe you could do this. Maybe you could fucking do this. The scariest part was the first step, just like when you said “yes” when he asked you out that first time. 

You could do this. 

“Yeah,” You managed out. 

You cleared your throat while your mind raced. You could fucking do this.

“I, um, it’s not—it’s not serious-serious, like, it’s nothing, uh…well, maybe it is something game-changing, I don’t really know what you’ll think, but…but yeah, I wanted to talk to you about…stuff? An important stuff–thing. Something important. To me.”

Miguel’s expression glowed with fond amusement, and he nodded, turning his attention to you squarely and resting his arm on the countertop. “Alright. Shoot. Important-thing me.” 

You nodded and took a few seconds to collect yourself. “Okay. Alright. Yeah, I got this. I’ll, uh, just get on with it. But I need this first,” you said before snatching the free hand off Miguel’s lap and holding it, fiddling with his thick, strong, gloved digits and making those claws pop in and out; he was the best fidget spinner, turns out. 

“Okay. So, uh. I don’t really know how to start, so this might be bumpy, but bare with me.” You glanced to the side in thought for a moment, and took a deep breath before ranting. “I just—I feel like I’m kind of…in limbo.”

Miguel raised his brows. “Limbo?”

“Yeah. But, like, not in a bad way? I just–it’s just something that’s me, I guess?” Your brows furrowed, wondering if you were confusing him too much with your vagueness. “When you call me a woman, it doesn’t feel–I mean, it’s not wrong, it’s just not the whole story. The whole truth. 

“It’s like being caught in the middle of, uh, man and woman, but being neither at the same time? I don’t–I think I’m still figuring it all out, but I don’t feel like I’m just your woman.” You looked up from Miguel’s hand and caught his patient gaze. Your face heated to a sporty, cherry red when he stayed silent. “I–maybe this was a bad time, sorry, you–”

“Ah-ah, no no no, don’t–don’t shut me out, mi amor,” Miguel rushed to say as he slipped his arm from the counter and held your one hand with both of his. “I have all the time in the world for you, alright?”

You pursed your lips and nodded. “Yeah, of course! Totally, yeah, okay.” 

Miguel chuckled and shook his head, too smitten with you and your antics. “But, alright, let me get this right, make sure I’m understanding things–you’re not necessarily wholly a woman, not wholly a man, somewhere in the middle, but nowhere on that scale at the same time?” 

Death coiled in your gut as embarrassment killed your will to go on. “...Yeah, wow, that sounds pretty stupid in hindsight.” 

“Ay, stop it,” your partner scolded. “It makes sense. I’m serious, I get what you’re saying.” 

“I don’t even know if I know what I’m saying, Miggs,” you sighed. 

“What I’m hearing is that you,” he started, reaching one hand over to tilt your chin up and meet his eyes, “are just you.” His scarlet eyes scanned over your features, admiring his beautiful girl–no, his beautiful partner, the one he was lucky enough to wake up with every morning, and go to sleep beside every night. “Undefined. Not one way or the other. Unlike the rest. Just perfectly you, yeah?” 

Your shoulders relaxed. “Just me,” you repeated quietly. That anxious half-smile bloomed into an honest, content look. “That’s a pretty good way to sum it up, yeah. I’m just me.” 

“And I love ‘just you.’ You know that, right?” He kissed the back of your hand when you laughed and nodded, tears nowhere to be found this time. “Good. So, should I call you something else? Not ‘girlfriend’ or anything?” 

“I think I’m okay with it, I just–I don’t know, I’m happy with ‘she’ as long as you know I’m kind of a ‘they,’ too. If that tracks.” 

“Tracks with me.”

“Alright. Good. Cool. I’ll, uh, let you know if I change my mind?”

“You better,” Miguel huffed. “I don’t want you to cry again–”

“Miguel O’hara,” you scolded, pinching his hand through the suit. “That was so embarrassing–don’t ever ever mention it again, okay? I was in a state last night and I’m trying real hard to pretend it never happened.” 

“Oh, wow, ah-huh. Maybe we should rewrite that night then, hey?” His mischievous smirk perked your intrigue. 

“Oh. Oh. Yeah. I think I’d like that.” You wiggled in your seat, that chaotic mix of old nerves and new excitement making you a fidgety mess of energy. “Right now? Wait, don’t you have work–”

“Eh, they’ll survive,” he said before getting up and scooping you into his arms easily. “Sure they can manage without me for an hour.”

“An hour? What, are we gonna watch a movie after?” Miguel looked at you, eyes so full of embarrassment and betrayal. You tried not to laugh. “I’m just saying. Based on precedent…” 

“I’ll never talk about you crying during sex if you never talk about me cumming too fast that one time.” 

“Pft. One time–” 

“Okay, alright, now you’re really gonna get it, you and that smart mouth of yours.” 

Memories of last night’s heartache and shame crumbled away as he held you, and threw you onto the bed with a smug smirk. Those dark remnants that once encased your heart fluttered away with the exorcism of sharing your aching truth with Miguel, with the sanctity of his unwavering love for you, his family, his partner for life. 

Miguel loved you. You loved him. It really was that simple. 

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv imagine #atsv reader insert #miguel ohara x reader #atsv x reader #atsv x you #miguel x you #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #phyrestartr

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🔹Masterlist 🔹

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I accept the request for these works below (choose between one-shot, headcanon or scenarios)

Smut accepted and yandere too

The reader can be another characters (for example : reader!Scarlet Witch) NB: you can specify the origin, morphology, gender or other of the reader when you request

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🩷Avengers🩷

One shot, Broken Heart - Miguel O'hara X Scarlet Witch!reader

🩷Spiderverse🩷

Miguel O'hara :

One shot, Broken Heart - Miguel O'hara X Scarlet Witch!reader

Headcanon - Miguel O'hara

🩷Attack on Titan/Shingeki No Kyojin🩷

🩷Jujutsu Kaisen🩷

🩷Tokyo Revengers🩷

🩷My Hero Academia🩷

🩷One piece🩷

🩷Record of Raganrok🩷

🩷Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yabai🩷

#the avengers #avengers x reader #marvel imagine #mcu x reader #marvel mcu #spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #yandere jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #bnha headcannons #bnha x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #record of ragnorak #record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader #snv #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader

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fic info . . .

i will mostly be writing either one-shots or multi-chapter fics. however, if you'd like to request just little blurbs, head cannons, or alphabets, i'd be more than happy to do those as well

wills and will-nots

i will write f!character x f!reader, m!character x f!reader, nb!character x f!reader, f!character x nb!reader, m!character x nb!reader, fluff, angst, smut, kinks (unless they are on the will-nots), yandere, dark romance

i will not write m!character x m!reader ( this is just because i am biologically female and have no idea how to capture what it would be like to be a man), adult!character x child!reader, age regression, pregnancy, non-con, piss, foot fetishes, pet play, incest, stepcest

♧if there is something not listed that you would like to request, do so, and i will edit the list as i get responses♧

requestable fandoms/characters

Genshin Impact

Traveler (Aether & Lumine)

Albedo

Alhaitham

Arataki Itto

Baizhu

Beidou

Childe

Cyno

Diluc Raginvindr

Ei/Raiden Shogun

Eula Lawrence

Hu Tao

Kaeya Alberich

Kaedehara Kazuha

Lisa Minci

Ningguang

Yae Miko

Yelan

Zhongli

Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Pavitr Prabhakar

Gwen Stacy

Hobie Brown

Miguel O'Hara

Spot

Stardew Valley

Sebastian

Shane

Abigail

Sam

Hailey

#blog intro #fic info

[burning-omen]

Please read request rules

Fic recs

My horror blog

Pending request: 37

Requests are OPEN

Characters I write for/Masterlist below:

Marvel

Peter Parker (comic-mcu-gen)

Breaking the Rules: part 1, part 2 (angst???, fluff, hiatus)

Peter B. Parker

None yet

Peter Parker (spider-noir)

None yet

Andrew!Peter Parker

Take It As a Compliment (smut)

Miguel O'Hara

Birthday Present (smut)

Pietro/Peter Maximoff

Peace Was Never an Option (fluff, suggestive)

Mutations and pleasure headcanons (smut)

Punishment headcanons (smut)

Scott Summers

Going Solo (smut)

Mutations and pleasure headcanons (smut)

Punishment headcanons (smut)

Logan Howlett

Sub!Logan headcanons (smut)

Kurt Wagner

Mutation and pleasure headcanons (smut)

Punishment headcanons (smut)

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

None yet...

Remy LeBeau

None yet...

Warren Worthington III

Mutations and pleasure headcanons (smut)

Punishment headcanons (smut)

Eddie Brock/Venom

None yet...

Matt Murdock

Coming soon..

Marc Spector

None yet...

Steven Grant

None yet...

DC

Bruce Wayne

A hero’s duty (smut)

Down Bad (smut)

Dick Grayson

None yet...

Jason Todd

Jason Todd x Touch starved!reader(fluff)

Clark Kent

None yet...

Chris Smith (Peacmaker)

None yet...

Adrian Chase (Vigilante)

Argument headcanons (light angst)

Umbrella Academy:

Klaus

None yet...

Diego

Dating headcanons (gn reader, fluff)

Ben(umbrella)

None yet...

Ben(Sparrow)

None yet…

Viktor

None yet...

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

None yet…

Spencer Reid:

None yet…

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

None yet..

Daryl Dixon

None yet….

Star Wars

Luke Skywalker

None yet…

Din Djarin

None yet…

Obi-Wan Kenobi

None yet…

Finn

None yet…

Poe Dameron

None yet…

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

None yet

Male/NB/GN reader request only

#marvel #MCU #dc comics #dc universe #spiderman #arcane #arcane silco #criminal minds #detroit become human #moon knight #male reader #x male reader

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Masterlist

Do not copy, rewrite, translate or post my work anywhere. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post any parts of my stories. 

IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 DO NOT READ MY NSFW STORIES.

(NB: All Readers are Fem! Black unless stated otherwise.)

The Witcher Fanfiction

Untitled - Geralt & Ciri father and daughter bonding over nightmares.

Child Surprise - Geralt, a surly bounty hunter, spends sometime with his new daughter. (Modern AU)

lost - Yennefer reflects on everything she’s lost.

kind - Geralt reflects on the kindness of the reader’s love in a tender moment.

The Hunted - You are the monster he’s come to kill.

Jaskier Smut

lucid - Dreams are unsuitable mistresses to reality. This you learn the hard way. (18+)

Chrysanthemums - It’s your first time and Jaskier intends on being your last. (18+)

tease - You’ve been an unrelenting tease for the entire day - but will Jaskier let you rule him? (18+)

one more for the road - You’re tired of not being a priority in Jaskier’s life and of his panromantic ways. (18+)

defender - You accidentally admit your feelings to Jaskier whilst defending him. (18+)

Avengers

Steve Rogers

tulips and victoria lilies - dark! steve rogers and reader have a date, but will they make it? part two (18+)

pomegranate seeds - (two parter) y/n goes out for a night of drinking against the wishes of her significant other, Steve. part two (18+)

poison - dark!steve rogers. a/b/o dynamics. You’re an unmated omega out on town one night. (A perfect time for an unsavory hero to strike.) You are also a semi-famous activist for omega rights. It’s a modern world where omega are not subjected to their hormones and the whims of random alphas who were not their mates. However, some people have a bit more traditional view. (18+)

Bucky Barnes

a+ - dark!bucky barnes is the supervisor for reader’s research course! but are his intentions purely academic? (18+)

the art of coping - bucky takes a class. soft! romantic one shot.

bath. - bucky returns home worn from a mission.

Loki

Give In - You have been hiding from him for the past six months, determined to not be shackled by his dangerously possessive nature you went through extreme lengths to sever ties with him – including breaking a piece of your soul. But Loki has only ever been determined to get what was owed to him. Dark! Loki x Fem! Reader (18+)

Miguel O’Hara 🕷️

oh, baby: Miguel was a mystery you’d only just begun to unravel. (SMUT, 18+)

mi tigre: A quiet weekend for Miguel and his lady. (SMUT, 18+)

what of loss do children know: An angst filled drabble between Miguel and his girlfriend.

i’m finna slut this [man] out: you tie miguel up. (SMUT, 18+)

Crazy, crazy for loving you: loss can make people go insane. (18+)

mi sol: You get a new job as a caretaker at a mysterious estate two towns over. The salary is good enough for you to ignore certain things -- at first. Soon enough you have no choice but to get away. Too bad you're in for life. (one-shot) Vampire! Yandere! Miguel O'Hara x Fem! Reader(18+)

kiss goodnight: Miguel breaks into your apartment. (18+)

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avoiding | miguel o'hara

miguel o’hara x nb reader drabble

a/n | hey loves! first thank you so much for all the support on my last post, it means a lot!! I just made this as a drabble because I couldn’t sleep !! enjoy 😭

warnings- miguel acting a lil soft? reader is a spanish-speaker and understands what miguel tells them, sfw fluff, random drabble that sol came up with at 2 and it's a tad bit rushed &lt;3

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“alrighty but that movie was literally life changing and amazing,” hobie said, motioning the characters in said movie he went to go see with pavi, miles. and gwen.

“oh my gosh yes. but i hated how the ending was “to be continued” like are you seriously telling me that i spent 2 hours just to be slapped with ‘to be continued’ LIKE-“ pavi stopped himself before he could start yelling about the ending and sipped his chai.

gwen glanced at you and smiled sadly, “you should’ve came with us, y/n! hobie was treating us to popcorn.”

“ahem. my guy STOLE the popcorn.” miles said, rolling his eyes while pointing to hobie.

“hey, i don’t believe in paying for that because it’s the movies and technically we should be treated to that popcorn nevertheless. tickets are expensive as it is,” hobie countered.

“no, it’s okay! i needed to handle an anomaly in some other universe with jess and peter. it was really sudden but it’s fine,” you sighed as you stretched your arms.

“i’ll get going now. bye guys!” you stood up from the cafeteria table, waving to your group, and started route out of the cafeteria.

you haven’t felt this tired in such a long time. it’s been almost 4 months since you’ve join the society and all you have been doing are missions on top of missions.

not even gwen or hobie get as many and they’ve been here longer

what’s the worse thing of it all? (except having to deal with all the back pain?): having to face him.

who’s “him”? miguel o’hara.

as a regularly optimistic person, you rarely would feel nervous to talk to anyone. that is until you met miguel and would freeze up if he was within a 25ft radius. hobie would especially tease you about it since all you knew was to say infront of him were “yes sir”, “okay”, “mhm”, and “alright”.

that was in the first week and it was actually fucking embarrassing. that was until you began forming a friendship with him which lead you both to turn pretty close.

but then he started sending you on extra missions and he started avoiding you.

although it stung, it pissed you off since you already had a job in your universe as an editor at the Daily Bugle and now this? it also turns out avoiding him as well didn’t stop him from sending you on every goddamn mission available, which pissed you off even more.

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“hey o’harararara! how’s your day been goin?” you said as you swung up to his platform. teasing miguel has been apart of your daily routine now.

“what’s up now n/n? it was alright,” he sighed as he zoned into the ministers infront of him.

“i’m telling him he needs a break but he won’t listen to me so you tell him,” lyla whispered, popping up out of thin air.

“c’mon o’hara. necesitas un descanso, estupido,” you said, grabbing his shoulders from the back of his seat.

miguel looked at your reflection on the ministers and you swore you saw a smile creep onto his face.

“let me finish this one thing and i’ll take a break,” he said as lyla looked at you two with a stunned expression.

“I told you, he likes you better than me.”

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as you tried to make your way to the restroom to splash water on your face, hobie popped up from your side and taller you on the shoulder.

“hey n/n, miguel wants to talk to you.”

oh fuck.

“oh? for what reason?” you asked, not hiding the clear irritation in your tone and on your face.

“he didn’t specify but he wanted me to call you over? said it was deeply important,” he said in a serious tone before he busted out laughing hysterically, leaving you startled.

“oh my gosh n/n, you should have seen the look on your bloody face, man! it was fucking hilarious-“

“what’s hilarious?”

you and hobie turn around to see the person you’ve been talking about.

hobie hugs you and lets out a hearty laugh, “oh boss, it’s nothin. I was just joking here with n/n about something very strange.”

yeah, miguel o’hara is pretty fucking strange alright.

miguel’s face turned from stoic to confused (and a little mad? hobie couldn’t tell) quick, earning a smirk from hobie, “n/n?? who the hell is n/n?”

“oh it’s my dear friend y/n over here! she’s amaz-“

“claro que sí. anyways y/l/n, i need to speak with you later. meet me in my office,” miguel said as he went back to his stoic self before his exchange with hobie and left.

“holy shit I did not mean for that to happen-“ before hobie could say anything else, you patted his shoulder.

“no. it’s whatever. i’ll see you around hobie,” you said as you left hobie there, bamboozled as to what the hell just happened.

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you marched to his office after every spider left and stood there, an old and familiar feeling of anxiety settling in your stomach.

what were you going to say? what did he want to say? what was going to happen? was miguel going to fire you?! you didn’t want to be fired you loved this job, even though you’re tired of the extra missions. then you felt your heart pang

your thoughts were interrupted when you heard someone talking.

“y’know as someone who has to see you two all the time it’s sad not seeing you guys interact. plus you were too shy to go actually talk to her!” that was lyla? who’s she talking about? was she talking to miguel or margo? what?

“i know and i miss her too but like i haven’t felt that way about a person for such a long time, lyla. you know this.” yep that’s miguel but who’s “her”?

all these questions were going to be answered until you accidentally sneezed and everything went silent from the other side of the doors.

“I think that’s her, miguel. maybe you should go answer. I think you should-"

“yeah I know, lyla. thanks for your assistance you can go now,” miguel said, running his fingers through his hair and sighing.

“y/l/n, you can come in.”

you rush into the room and take a deep breath.

“listen y/n-“

“no, o’hara, YOU listen. I think I need a break from all of these missions. I don’t know what’s going on because I know for a fact that missions haven’t been increasing in general. they’ve only been increasing for me and I don't like it how you're avoiding me and-“

“i’m sorry.”

he’s what?

you stared at him confused as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. you could practically cut the tension with a knife.

“pues quieres que lo repite de nuevo? I’m sorry. I just-“ miguel stopped and looked to the side.

lyla popped out again and rolled her eyes. “what he’s trying to say is that he’s sorry for sending you out and wants to give you a break…”

“-and didn’t want to get attached because he started to grow some little sparkly feelings for youuuu!”

“AY WHAT-“ before miguel could react properly, lyla left, giggling in the process.

“sparkly feelings? no sabía que eso era que sentías por mí, o'hara,” you said, chuckling a bit. you felt like this couldn't be real.

you also swore you saw miguel turn a little red.

“pues si, I mean I didn’t-“

“-want to get attached? I get it, miguel. and it’s fine because I know what you’ve been through and it’s okay.”

you went over to hug him. you felt bad and and miguel turned as stiff as a rock.

“supongo que también siento ‘sparkly feelings’ por ti, miguel,” you whispered. you didn't know what came upon you but it felt fun to tease him a bit. you couldn't believe how miguel o'hara could be nervous because he likes you.

"hm. interesting," he said, chuckling a bit and letting go. "i'd recommended to get some rest now. tomorrow's going to be a long day for you, n/n."

you froze and glared at him. "i thought i was getting a break? the hell happened?" before he swung and left his own office, leaving you confused as hell as to what just happened.

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translations -

supongo que también siento ‘sparkly feelings’ por ti, miguel | i guess i also have those 'sparkly feelings' for you too, miguel

pues si | well yeah

no sabía que eso era que sentías por mí, o'hara | i didn't know that's how you felt about me, o'hara

pues quieres que lo repite de nuevo? | well do you want me to repeat it again?

claro que si | yeah of course

necesitas un descanso, estupido | you need a break, stupid

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Heya <3 not sure if you still take requests , but can you maybe do a wholesome one with Miguel , whereby the reader works for him as a computer engineer? Like , peni Parker hired them and he was mad because he’s scared of intruders that may affect spider society, and the reader made him something useful for battle, as time goes , he trusts them and eventually like them. I hope you could take this request anddd I love your works!!❤️

hi love! thank you so much for requesting!! much love <333

i tried w this i hope its okay! and requests are always open so pls ask away!

pairing - miguel o'hara x nb! reader

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“Y/L/N, this is so shocking stupid.”

You frowned at your boss, who was bashing your idea to update some software on his monitors.

Because who in their right mind would challenge Miguel O’Hara and his stupid monitors?

You.

You’d think that him being the genius he is, would consider there being a potential fix in his monitors. They worked just fine but you thought they could work better. You were from 3145 so you’d think that he’d agree considering your exposure to tech.

Unfortunately, he thought differently.

He stood in front of you, distraught at what you thought was a good idea to present him, but was proven wrong.

“Maybe consider it?” You pleaded, showing him your tablet with the proposal and following him on your platform.

All it took was one missed step for you to almost fall to your death from the high platform.

You felt Miguel grab you quickly. Your faces were really close and you couldn’t help but feel flustered.

Once he caught your shocked expression, he swung you down to the ground where he stood above you.

“Yeah, uh huh. Maybe if you aren’t such a liability and had something useful, then I could take your word for it.”

You couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt at his jab. You weren't a Spider by any means but after Peni was recruited for the society, she recommended you to Miguel as an experienced computer and software engineer.

After Peni begged Miguel for weeks, he let you. But it was probably because Peni would continuously bug him about it and he didn't want to be annoyed.

Nevertheless you took the job as a new opportunity and to also look over Peni.

“Never should have taken this stupid job…” you muttered, forgetting that he had enhanced hearing.

“Yeah, I never should have agreed to Peni taking you in either.”

Jessica frowned, “Miguel…”

You ignored them and walked out of the room to the cafeteria where you were greeted by Peni and SP//dr.

SP//dr gave you a smile and Peni jumped to hug you.

“Sooooo, how was the whole idea thingy?”

You sighed in frustration, “He didn’t like it! Like y’know I’d think he would but-“ You sneered at him once he reached your line of vision and rolled your eyes.

“Why don’t you prove that you’re helpful? Like y’know, help in a mission?”

“Peni, it’s easier said than done because I don’t have spider abilities like everyone else in this goddamn building,” you muttered, rubbing your temples.

You hear someone clear their throat behind you and turn around. “Y/L/N…May I speak with you?”

Jess smiled and was the complete opposite of Miguel’s aggravated nature who was right behind her.

You furrowed your eyebrows and turned to Peni and SP//dr who motioned to them.

“Okay…” You started walking with them where Miguel cleared his throat again and groaned annoyed.

“We have a mission today and we needed someone to help! Do you think-”

“YES!” You nodded vigorously. You never were asked and were excited. You just remained in sector 3 with all the other tech-savvy Spiders. You actually met Peni while working with her dad as a computer engineer and became an older sibling figure to her.

“Let’s go, Y/L/N.” Miguel grumbled and threw you your own official watch before walking past you and Jessica where she just rolled her eyes, “Don’t worry. he gets like that when someone proves him wrong.”

You’ve only ever had day passes which you switched out every day, which was another Miguel disliked you. He didn’t like you wasting the day passes. It was a pet peeve but now you officially had a watch like everyone else.

You felt proud.

His frown didn’t settle even during the said mission. You guys were called in a different universe’s Alchemax, fighting a Doc Ock. Only this time, they had almost indestructible drones and there was rubble and debris everywhere, being thrown at you three.

This Doc Ock was quick, already trapping that universe’s Spider in a force field made of nanotech.

“Shock! Lyla, can you try to disable the drones? I can’t destroy them.”

Lyla popped out and shrugged, shaking her head no, “Someone’s already on it, I can’t or I’d disrupt them.”

Miguel frowned at her in confusion while fighting a drone shooting a laser at him, “What do you mean?”

Lyla pointed at you, who was hiding behind a huge piece of rubble. You were typing away and working on the holographic monitors, eyes locked in.

In a matter of seconds, the drones fell simultaneously and the Spider was freed from the force field.

“FUCK!” The Doc Ock started running away, their tentacles dragging them down before Miguel threw in his own forcefield, trapping them.

“Good job, Y/L/N,” Jess whispered, “You did great.”

You couldn’t help but feel a bit proud as you stepped into the portal to go to your quarters in headquarters.

It later became a pattern of calling you for help during missions. Miguel even seemed to grow a soft spot for you as he wasn’t as pissed as he used to be in your presence. He started to make conversation and brought you lunch a few times.

He’d excuse it as “not wanting to be in debt to you” or whatever that means.

You were just coming back from another mission until you were held back by Miguel, who couldn’t keep eye contact when your head turned to look at him in the eyes.

“Yes?”

“I meant to tell you that you did a good job in the field,” he mumbled.

You laughed and turned around to face him. “What was that, O’Hara? You’re telling little ol’ me that I did a good job?”

He rolled his eyes and sneered at you, “Don’t get used to it. I was wondering if you’d want to go out to eat sometime.” He looked away and muttered the last parts.

You snickered and covered your face.

It wasn’t only in laughter but in embarrassment. Was he asking you out? You didn’t know but the thought of him getting sheepish made you want to bust out laughing. Especially due to his usually nonchalant yet intimidating aura.

His cool demeanor was replaced with his looking embarrassed, lips pressed together in a thin line.

You shrugged, “What was that? Didn’t catch it.”

“Do. You. Wanna. Go. Out. To. Eat. Some. Time.” He frowned at you as he stretched out the syllables.

You giggled and nodded, “Is that a date.”

He froze and cleared his throat, “Well if you want it to be.”

You yawned and walked away as you stretched, “Sure. Why not?”

His face dropped as he saw your cool demeanor in contrast to his tense one.

Before you went out of his office completely, you turned around and pointed to his platform.

“Also. Let me know how your new monitors are working. I’m sure you’ll like ‘em”

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Prolonged (Miguel O'Hara)

Characters: Miguel O'Hara x Nb!Reader

Themes: Hurt/Comfort, domestic, mental illness, control issues (or lack there of), alcohol

I genuinely made a new writing blog just for the sake of posting this. Lmao.

Grief is a nasty sort of thing. One that eats at you slowly. Like rust on metal. You don't notice it until bits and pieces start falling off and you know it won't ever be like it was before.

It's one of those nights again.

You were working late. It's always the silence that really does it for him. Creeps into his bones. Makes his stomach turn.

Miguel did try to fight it off. How pathetic it would be having another one of his episodes. Another one of his fits. You never called them that. But he did.

Isn't it funny, how when you need alcohol to fix your shit the most, it just makes it worse? He probably shouldn't have reached for the whiskey. He probably shouldn't have poured himself a glass. And he probably shouldn't have poured another.

He knew you'd be back from work soon. He knew how awful of a sight he might be now. He knew you'd just be disappointed in him. How revolting it all was at the end of the day.

Every last tragedy in his life was his own fault. And every last one that will hit him in the future shall be as well. So when eventually you get tired of his shit, he has to mentally prepare.

And then he'll be alone again. Missing every single person he lost, with the number raised slightly.

Pity is for weaklings after all. He owns up to it all.

The keys jangled as they entered into the outside lock. You were back.

You opened the front door, leaving your things in the hallway and stepping into the living room area. Only to find Miguel sitting on the sofa, staring into empty space. Next to him the evidence of his situation.

You walked in slow, immediately reaching for the bottle so you can put it away. Your action cut of by his own hand wrapping around it. Pulling it back towards him without a word.

"Love.. I thought you weren't gonna do that anymore.." You spoke softly, as if a single wrong sound could offset what you were trying to say.

"Should it matter?" He asked bluntly, placing the bottle besides him but not pouring up another glass. He has yet to turn his face towards you, still staring off.

You sigh, moving in front of him. "It matters to me. You promise you'd deal with it differently."

As if that shoved a knife into his flesh, he looked up at you. Eyes full of malice and spite. "As if you fucking care!"

He realised what he had said once the words had left his mouth. Eyes growing wide as his hands cusped his face. "I'm sorry fuck I shouldn't yell. I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry."

You knew nothing you said could help right now. How could it? This was something you knew you could never truly understand. And you could never truly help him heal.

So you just reached your arms around him, pulling him up to your chest. His body tensed at first, before he wrapped both his arms around your torso. Eventually he relaxed, but you could still feel how rapid his breathing was.

"Was it... -Again?" You spoke with a pause, unable to yet again find the right words.

He squeezes you tighter, trying to gain some stability in doing so. "...Yes..."

"It wasn't your fault." He didn't have to do anything for you to know that he didn't agree with that statement. But you had to try. For him, at least. "I wouldn't lie to you. You know this."

You losened your grip, lifting up his face by his chin so he'd properly look at you. "It's always the hardest when it's something out of our control. Because then we feel like if we tried harder, worked better, we could stop the bad things from happening."

"But you did so much. It's not your fault, love."

You knew it hadn't gotten to him on the level you hoped. But he didn't scoff this time. And he didn't push you away. And that was okay. He needed to take his time and you were willing to give him as much as he needed.

"Can we go to bed? ...Please?"

He asked and together the two of you slowly made it to the bedroom. And together the two of you held each other to sleep. And together, the two of you will make this work.

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