#Miguel Beta

[rizalmadraw]

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[tusks-and-claws]

Cold Love/Hot Blood

Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary: “Between teeth on a broken jaw/following a bloodtrail, frothing at the maw”

Miguel is struck with something that he’s never experienced before

Tags/warnings: smut (18+), oneshot, dubcon by way of pheromones, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, size kink, feral Miguel, biting, marking, blood drinking, paralytic venom

Wordcount: 3k

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You opened your eyes, blinking at the soft light from the bleary haze. Wincing, you raised your hand to your head. It didn't necessarily hurt, but it definitely felt wrong. What had happened? You were on a mission. That's right. And it had been going so well, until… until the anomaly villain threw something at you and Miguel. What was it? It had such an awful smell to it. And, where was Miguel?

You traversed the rubble of the abandoned building you were in. You couldn't see him. You shouted out for him.

"Here, I'm here," you heard him from the distance. Following his voice, you found him under some pieces of sheetrock from a collapsed wall. He was pinching the bridge of his nose through his mask.

"Geez, Miguel, are you alright?"

"Been better." His voice sounded strained. "Got a transmission from Jess that she's got hands on the anomaly. We'll meet her back at HQ. You go on ahead of me."

"What? No, we have to-" you started grabbing at the rubble to pull it off of him. He caught your arm before you could keep lifting.

"Please," he said, trying to meet your eyes from behind his mask. "Just go."

"What the hell is going on, Miguel? You're not… you're not acting right. We have to get you out of here."

He brought his hands up, holding his head in frustration. "Please, just do it. Don't make me beg."

"LYLA, please check him," you said, the avatar popping up and saluting you.

"No, don't-!" He tried to catch her in the air but she evaded him.

"His heart rate is really elevated but he seems okay otherwise. I think he's being dramatic. I don't detect any major injuries," she reported. You thanked her and she disappeared.

You crouched down to where he was. "What's going on, Miguel?" Your tone was serious.

He tried to hold your gaze for a moment until he swore and looked away. "That bomb that the anomaly threw… it affected me in a way that it clearly didn't affect anyone else, alright? Are you happy now?"

You furrowed your brow. "I don't understand."

He sighed, his breath shaking ever so slightly. "Itwasapheromonebomb." He said it so quickly and quietly.

"...What?"

"It was a pheromone bomb. Just leave me here so I can wait it out. This is so shocking humiliating- I," he sighed again. "Don't make me explain any further."

You blushed, not sure what to say. But you couldn't leave him like that, half-buried and vulnerable. "Can I at least help you up…? I promise I won't make fun of you. I just can't leave you defenseless like this."

He seethed for a moment, considering your offer. "...Fine. Grab this stupid sheetrock."

You did so, lifting it off of him with some effort. He did his best to stand up quickly. Despite his best, though, you could see the source of his embarrassment. He had a rock hard erection, and a particularly desperate one, by the looks of it. It laid upward, reaching towards his abdomen and pushing up against the tight fabric of his suit, straining. The size of him was nothing short of impressive.

You turned your gaze pointedly towards the ground as he moved away from the pile of rubble. Don't react don't react don't react. Could you pretend like you didn't notice? Even though not noticing was impossible, even from a single glance? You swallowed a lump in your throat, your head swimming with unprofessional thoughts.

Miguel turned from you, crouching down, hissing out a slow breath. "Fuck, it's getting worse," he whispered to himself, his body starting to tremble.

You took a step closer, reaching a hand out to his shoulder.

"Your proximity isn't… isn't helping." He admitted without turning around.

You stopped, silently moving your hand away from him. Touching him would surely make things harder.

"Miguel, I don't think waiting it out is an option for you. You just said it was getting worse."

He swore under his breath to himself. "I didn't mean for you to hear that. This is- shock it- this is completely foreign to me. Never been hit by anything like this before, it's s-so intense."

You winced at that, you'd never heard his voice so pained. But, what was the other option? You shivered just to think about it, your body reacting in ways that surprised you. How could you possibly propose helping him without making him think less of you? Would he even want help from you? Across from you, he was in turmoil, on his hands and knees trying desperately to control his breathing.

“Miguel… how can I help you?” It was a foolish question, a loaded question.

“You know the answer,” he replied from over his shoulder, his tone cold. He cried out again. “I- I can’t- can’t do that to you.”

“What if I’m offering?” You asked, a little too quickly, pushing down your fear and embarrassment for even thinking such things.

He turned further to meet your eyes, though you still couldn’t see his from behind the mask. You didn’t even need to see his eyes, his body language was communicating perfectly on their behalf. His muscles were pent up and quivering. Every breath rocked his massive shoulders. “Why?”

You didn’t think he’d ask that question. You searched your brain for an answer. “Because it isn’t your fault. And I respect you enough that this won’t change my mind.”

His thoughts seemed to be diverting to his baser instincts, his voice becoming a growl. “Need you… to be sure. Don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

“I’m sure,” you said.

In no time at all, he pounced, bringing you to the ground. He was on top of you, his taloned fingers caging in your wrists against the cracked concrete of the floor, your arms above your head. You landed with your legs apart and with him between them, his hips desperately close to yours. Your eyes widened at his feral energy, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. He brought his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling. His exhale was shaky. “You smell so good… always smelled so good.”

Your body grew hot upon hearing that. Always? Had he thought about you in that way before? You smiled to yourself as he nuzzled the nose of his masked face into your neck, his hot breath coming through and ghosting over your skin. You could feel his huge frame shaking around you. He brought his hips down to your pelvis, seemingly being as cautious as possible as he began to grind his hardened length against you. His breath quickened at the contact, and he met you again with fervor, stimulating himself on you. His cock was unbelievably hard and hot, the temperature of him coming through both of your suits to meet your skin and overwhelm you. The feeling of him against you was sending shivers down your spine, the pleasant pressure made even sweeter by the promise of more to come. He positioned himself on top of you in such a way that each rhythmic, grinding rock found your clit and teased it with clothed contact.

You moaned lightly, the sound of it causing him to growl into your neck. You lifted your hips up, meeting him with the same tempo so he could grind into you more thoroughly, your bodies now writhing in tandem. His heavy breathing became panting. "Need to… need to touch you." He picked up his head and released your wrists, one hand steadying himself on the concrete, the other reaching down eagerly.

You got the memo, quickly slipping the pants of your suit down and throwing them aside so he wouldn't rip them off for you. You had at least enough hindsight to know you couldn't go back to HQ looking so disheveled. He dismissed the gloves of his suit and retracted his talons as his fingers found you immediately, honing in on the wet heat of your sex. Two plunged inside as he loomed above you, his muscles shaking again as he wet his fingers with your arousal. You shook right alongside him, your reaction bodily, as your back arched and your legs closed instinctively to hold his hand in place and not let him go. His fingers hooked inside of you, already relentless.

"Soaked," he whispered, almost to himself. The word resonated with a deep, animalistic hunger. Without removing his fingers from your warmth, he sat back on his knees and used his free hand to pry your legs open. "Need to see," he said. He watched the length of his fingers disappear over and over. The large hand that kept your legs wide was squeezing the soft flesh of your inner thigh, and he seemed fixated on the way it was yielding to his rough touches. Nearly everyone was small compared to Miguel, but you… you were different. He had his hands on you, inside of you, the comparison was tangible. You were small, soft, and his. His mind swam with how he would take you, how he would sheath himself inside of you until he bottomed out, how he would desperately fill you with his hot cum and hold your hips up to keep any precious drops from leaking out. It took everything in him to not reach down and start rubbing his impatient cock through his suit, but his fevered brain convinced him to keep his free hand on your leg so he could watch you fall apart from his fingers alone.

He was delirious as your walls started to spasm around his fingers, white hot pleasure pooling in your core, threatening to overflow as he kept up his efforts. The constriction of your muscles bolstered him, and he began to go faster and harder, starting to overstimulate you. You threw your head back, hands wildly trying to grasp at something on the concrete floor but coming up short. He removed his hand from your throbbing sex to start teasing your clit with abandon, and you moaned as your body lifted up off the floor.

"H-holy shit, Miguel," you gasped out. "It's- it's so much."

His hand moved so fast against your swollen clit that you could hardly think. The feeling was electric, and your orgasm was dangerously close. Your legs started to shake and tried to close around him again, but he kept them forced open as he intently watched, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths. You came and it utterly racked you, your body shuddering as you cried out, hot liquid spewing from you and drenching Miguel's hand and forearm. You squirted on him, because of him. You thought you should be embarrassed, but he gave you no opportunity.

As your head just started to clear, he recalled his mask into the neck of his suit. You quietly gasped at unexpectedly seeing his face. So strong, angular, and handsome. His red eyes looked wild, his mouth was open, his fangs fully extended. He studied his hand, turning it over so the mess you made could catch the light. As it started to dry down on him, he brought the two fingers that had been inside of you up to his mouth, and he licked them both clean. You gaped at him, almost fully unable to process what was happening.

When he was finished, he turned his gaze from his fingers and back onto you, as you sat up on your elbows to watch him. You saw that his cock was still as hard as ever, still pushing to break free. As if reading your mind, he recalled that part of his suit too as he grabbed your legs and yanked you toward him. He rested his cock over your abdomen, once again reveling in just how much bigger than you he was. The hot weight of his manhood on your skin set you ablaze once more and you eagerly awaited him. He thrusted but without penetrating you, sliding himself over you and wetting his cock on your cum. His exhales quaked with anticipation until he could wait no longer. Even on his knees, he towered over you, and so he needed to tilt your hips up further so your entrance could meet the head of his leaking cock. He shifted his grip to your waist, holding firm as you steadied yourself on your elbows and looked to him with bated breath.

He slowly pushed his hips into you, his cock sinking deep into your pussy. The steady penetration had you reeling. You needed to feel him, all of him. Every inch, all at once. It felt like it took ages for him to finally reach the hilt, but when he did, he waited inside of you for a brief, merciful moment. You basked in the feeling of being so full, so complete. He began to pull himself out of you, leaving you cold and empty for a split second until he slammed his entire length back into you, repeating and repeating at an unwavering pace.

Each powerful thrust reached so deep inside of you that it was nearly painful. Immediately, the head of his cock found your cervix and was hitting it with each hard pump that Miguel delivered. Your eyelids grew heavy as your eyes began to roll back towards your skull. His onslaught was so thorough, every smack of his hips against your pelvis reverberating through every inch of your body. The overstimulation of when he fingerfucked you had carried over, and you were already close to losing control all over again. He felt it too, as he growled in response to your pulsating walls.

"This cunt…." He snarled through his fangs. "This cunt is mine."

"Yours," you moaned, meeting his words a little too quickly.

"Going to mark you… so everyone knows."

"Mark me, Miguel." You agreed, not quite realizing what he meant. He started to lay you down onto the ground without removing himself from you, continuing to fuck you in missionary as he brought his face down to the crook of your neck. Your pulse quickened with excitement. He opened his mouth, his breath making your skin somehow even warmer. You wished that you could've seen the flash of his fangs before what came next.

He bit down on you, hard, and you could feel the course of his venom like molten lava through your veins. When the searing heat reached its crest, a soothing wash of warmth followed in its wake, leaving your muscles loosened and relaxed. Blood started to drip down your shoulder, the wet trickle quickly cooling as it made contact with the atmosphere. Miguel stayed latched to you as his tongue met your skin, lapping at the red stream, determined to consume it all.

You submitted to him fully, allowing him to position you how he saw fit so he could fulfill his feral need. His strong hands snaked around your torso to your back, lifting you up with him as he rocked back onto his knees. He helped you to swing your legs around his slim waist and to drape your arms over his huge shoulders. You let your face settle against his neck, the clean musky smell of him overwhelming your senses. His hands found your hips and he effortlessly lifted you up and down on his cock, fucking himself with your pussy like you weighed nothing at all. You moaned into him as you clenched around his cock, your limp body succumbing to the overpowering feeling of him. You started to shudder as your orgasm claimed you with a white-knuckled grip. You whined into Miguel's neck as it hit you with shock after shock, your vision going spotty while your cunt tightened around him.  

He couldn't hold it any longer, and his cock jerked inside of you as he came. You were still getting hit with aftershocks of your own climax, your muscles bearing down to milk every drop of cum that he filled you with. He held you closer and he thrusted himself as far into you as he possibly could, instinctively trying to make sure as little seed would have the chance to leak out of you as possible.

Your muscle control started to slowly come back to you as you and Miguel were chest-to-chest, both of you sweating and heaving. You weakly raised your arms so your hands could tangle with the hair at the nape of his neck. You lingered there for a bit, his strong arms holding you in the place as you played with soft locks of chocolate hair. You finally leaned back to see clarity slowly returning to Miguel's expression, and he looked utterly mortified. He held your gaze as he turned red, removing one hand from your body so he could cover his face.

"Oh my God," he whispered. "What the shock came over me?"

You were struck with sudden fear. "Do you… not remember?" The fact that he was still buried inside you should've been a dead giveaway.

"No, I do," he said, nervously. "I remember getting hit with that stupid bomb, and you helping me, then me wanting to split you in half."

You couldn't help but giggle at that.

"I tried to make sure I wasn't too rough with you. I was still in there, the whole time," he said, taking his hand away from his face to smooth your hair. He stopped when he reached your neck, seeing the bite marks he left. "Guess I didn't do all that well, did I?"

"It's fine. I can take it."

"Clearly," he said, raising his eyebrows, mildly impressed. "Thank you. I… don't know what I would have gone through if you hadn't been so… generous. But… for God’s sake, let’s not go around telling people what happened. We have reputations.”

You agreed, the secret safe between the two of you, the puncture wounds on your neck a silent souvenir.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #smut #my writing #not beta read #this one was for me tbqh #i didn't really know how to end it so pls be nice to me #but dear god read the warnings on this one #also another sleep token reference? on my fics?? it's more likely than you think #im nervous to post this one ahhhhhhh

[runa-falls]

i would tease him and stave off his orgasm until he stopped holding back and shoved himself down my throat 😇

then miguel will have you on your back in his bed, head hanging off the side so he can really fuck your face. his cute little groans would counter your choked out gasps as he jabs against the back of your throat, making a sloppy wet mess over your chin and cheeks.

his eyes are closed in pleasure as he thrusts against your face, one hand wrapped around the front of your throat, the other gripping the mattress above your shoulder. he doesn’t warn you when he gets close, wanting to see your eyes open in surprise as you choke down his cum, your soft throat struggling to swallow around his thick cock when he finishes.

he nearly cums again when he sees his spend dribble from the side of your mouth. you’re so cock drunk and overstuffed that you’re having trouble keeping it all in. miguel pulls out, mesmerized as a delicate string of white clings to him as he gives you space to breathe, before gently using his fingers to clean up your face and feed you all the cum you missed.

kinda cute i guess :)

#anon #miguel o'hara #smut #forgive me #not beta read #miguel o'hara x reader

[roxannarichie]

The Anomaly | Miguel O’Hara

Someone on my google formed asked me the inspiration for “Anomaly” and this TikTok video/ audio inspired me. For a week I just was infatuated with Miguel character and then after watching this video, I felt bad for him.

CHAPTER TWO: FIVE SENSES

TW: Mentions of Blood, Mentions of arousal

Miguel walks through the pixelated portal into a seemingly normal world. Observing his surroundings, it was two hours away from midnight. He gazed at the device on his wrist. In this world, it was 2023, New York City— instead of Nueva City like in his universe—10:47 pm. The device vibrated, alarming Miguel of the location of the anomaly. He hummed to himself, there was no way this woman was out at night this late— in New York City.

Knowing that this woman was not Spider-woman in her world made him wonder who was? This also meant it wasn’t smart to just snatch her off the street…

That is what you would think Miguel would have thought but no, he literally was planning to snatch her up, paralyze her with his teeth and take her back to HQ for tests and questioning. Staying in the shadow, he follows the anomaly. Spotting the anomaly, he tilted his head to the side. She was exiting what seemed to be karaoke club. She was smiling and laughing at whoever was on the other side of the door. She waved at the unknown person and walks to a light and cross the street and coming down the street he was on.

“Buena niña, coming right into my we“ Miguel wavered. As he inhaled he was overcome by an immense amount of… he didn’t even know what to call it. It’s was strange. Miguel has never in his life, no matter the universe smelled something so…good. His heart began to pick up pace, his breath was short and his forehead had a brand new layer of sweat. He quickly climbed down and back into the alleyway, where he first appeared. His eyes wide under his mask, why was he shaking. His body trembled and he felt a knot and a burning sensation in his belly. He held his underbelly as the sensation swelled. He groans in confusion, “W-what the fuck–“

He moaned as another wave of sensation came over him, the smell was getting closer. He didn’t even know if this was supposed to be painful, he gasped as he felt the blood rushing not only to his face but to—

“Hello? Is someone back here.” A voice of a woman, who he knew was the anomaly called into the dark alleyway. As her smell got closer and more suffocating, the more woozy, he became. He felt blood fall down his mouth and on to the floor. He would absolutely not let this be how the anomaly saw him. “Stay back!”

He yelled at her, a trowel from deep in his throat came out. “But you smell funny..” She replied. This caused Miguel to think, this affect on him must be something that only happens in the universe. He already has heightened senses but it seemed everyone on this earth emitted a large and noticeable amount of smell. He finally noticed the lingering smell of other people that didn’t seems to affect him much. He turned to look at her face but his vision was blurry, shit.

Was he about to pass out? there’s no way? His body leaned over, slowly loses his senses, and he loses consciousness.

*

His hearing was the first thing he gained back and he was rewarded with a constant beeping sound...What is that noise? The first thing he saw was a white ceiling and an IV line. He slightly shivered as he felt the cold air. Observing his surroundings, he laid eyes on her. The anomaly...

Hearing his movement, she looked over to see him staring at her. “Yr’awake, how do you feel?”

Now that his vision was no longer blurry, he got a great view of her face, a spider's view. She had big brown eyes and big auburn curly hair. She has a dimple on her left check that appeared even if she wasn't smiling and showing her pearly whites. Her dimples were accompanied with a round face and a little baby fat on her round high cheeks that didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. Her lips where full and... inviting, no! If he had seen her on the street he would have most definitely not have thought she was twenty-five years old. As all his senses returned panic began to rise as he realized he was in a hospital. His hand ran over his face, he exhaled a breathe of relief when he felt his mask was still in place, “I made sure no one touched the mask, gotta be a reason you wearin’ one.” Miguel noticed the accent as his body started to calm itself down, the accent then explained the reason for the odd name. “Who are you?” she asked.

It seemed she had not taken a peak under his mask, at least she has integrity. “Miguel.” He answered plainly

“What happened?” he asked referring to the event that caused him to lose his pride and consciousness. He looked over at her waiting for an answer. “You don't know, that strange, everyone know—”

“I'm not from here.”

Willow was confused, even if he wasn't from New York, he would still know what happen to him because this isn't a cultural thing, it's a biological reaction.

“Ion understand, did your parents shelter you or sumthin’?” She have him a odd look as if he was the weird one. “No– how am I going to explain this..” he looked over at his wrist.

“Oh wow that looks advanced.” Willows interests were peaked as she watched his type something into his ‘watch’. Miguel groaned internally has it turned off the “do not disturb” button, he was about to hear a mouth full from Lyla.

“If I was human I would put you in a watch for over 12 hours and lock you away so you know how it felt to be in a watch. Do you know how nerve wreaking it is to be able to have access to you vitals and to watch you go unconscious and not being able to do noth— oh my gosh it's the anomaly– hi!” Lyla rants until she finally noticed the woman on the other bed, Lyla frantically waves at Willow with a big smile. Willow hesitantly waved back.

“Can you please explain what goin’ and who you people are?” Willow asked, she had never seen something so futurist. Miguel sighe, Lyla gave him a knowing look. He hated this part of the job...

“My name....is Miguel O’Hara. I lead an elite strike force dedicated to the security of the multiverse…”

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[loganlermanstanaccount]

im depressed asf guys I think im gonna have to push back releasing part 7 of rigor mortis today sorry y'all :(

#I've got like a good two scenes to write and #it's just not clicking idk #aaaand I don't want to rush my beta readers cuz I'm late :( #I will update later on today and see where I'm at #rigor mortis 😼 #miguel o'hara x reader

[starrynightnight]

okay miguel enjoyers,, heres my fanfic pitch, give me ur thoughts or steal em idc

reader is from an universe where theyr married to miguel, but instead of miguel becoming the spiderman, reader becomes the spiderperson instead.

heres the good part. miguels alchemax transformation still happens, but instead of becoming spiderman, he actually mutates into a spider monster, and reader unknowingly kills their husband (not unlike how gwen had to kill her peter wink wink)

heres the better part. reader is hearbroken and grieving and becomes vengeful- they have blood on their hands and godd i just wanna write about how reader is so fucked up after losing the love of their life and also having to serve the same city that took him ughhh-

heres the best part. an anomaly appears in readers universe and ofc baddie miguel comes to clear it up. they meet and theyr kinda like 'hm you kinda remind me of someone'. miguel recognizes reader from the universe he tried to have a family in, reader obv recognizes miguel as their husband,, and things just kinda snowball from there

look guys my main point is i wanna write an angst/comfort fic okay, let them heal i say

sex is great but have you ever bared your old scars in front of someone you thought lost forever? nuh uh didnt think so

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv x reader #the kicker is;;; i mighy not even write anything lmfaooo #and idk if someone has alr written it #but from what ive seen?? no??? #but if there IS someone please @ me i wanna read something like this so bad #and when i do write this i might need some helpers/beta reader(s) #so erm;;; discord???? idfk #anyway throw tomatos at me boooooboooooobooooooooo

[snail-cryptid]

EATING SO GOOD TONIGHT❗❗

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[gemini-sensei]

This idea came to mind with @sensei-venus's newest post about alpha!Eli and beta!Demetri.

So what if when alpha!Miguel comes along everything is fine and cool. He's a cool alpha. He isn't as headstrong as some alphas at their school and he gets bullied for being geeky and stuff, so they all get along.

Then another new student comes along: omega!Reader.

And alphas are all over her vying for her attention. What's wrong with this is she's extremely meek and shy but the alphas trying to get her attention don't realize that. They just think she's a pretty, chubby omega who needs and alpha to look out for her. She needs someone strong and muscley and tough just because she's an omega. They basically see her as fresh meat or as a prize for the taking.

One day it's really bad and alpha!Miguel, alpha!Eli and beta!Demetri witness her on the verge of tears. They almost don't smell her distressed scent over all the alpha musk their classmates are letting out. It's what pushes Miguel to finally fight back - not that he hadn't been defending himself before against bully alphas, but this is different. Reader cant speak up for herself and even if she tried, she'd get overpowered by the alphas.

So Miguel speaks up, though it's more like a growl.

"Hey! Can't you see you're upsetting her?! Give her some space!" He pushes his way through the crowd, breaking it up.

Calm, cool and sarcastic Demetri is doing his best to help, calling the alphas "meat for brains" and doing what he can, which includes pitting their attention onto him. He out wits a few jocky alphas while Miguel almost starts a fist fight, all so Reader can slip away and shy, quiet alpha!Eli can get her away from the turmoil.

When they find Miguel and Demetri later on, they're sporting a black eye and busted lip respectively. Reader feels so bad about it, thinking it's her fault, but Miguel assures her that any respectable alpha would have taken the brunt of a beating for her.

"Speka for yourself, alpha," Demetri wines as he touches his bloody lip.

Reader doesn't accept this though. She stutters nervously, so remorseful. "At-at least let m-me clean y-you u-up."

She keeps a little first aid kit in her bag and they sit down somewhere quiet to patch them up. Eli helps her by handing her alcohol wipes and opening band aids, quietly admiring her as she works.

In fact they're all admiring her as she shakily helps them. The while tike, to ease her nerves, Miguel pumps out a relaxing and protective scent and he's not even aware he's doing it. His instincts are just going along with the adrenaline rush, so his body is responding to the clearly anxious omega in front of them.

When it's over, they thank her and she thanks them. She's about the scurry away when Miguel makes an offer.

"Ya know, you can always hang out with us. Most other alphas don't bother us, only occasionally," he tells her trying to make it seem appealing. After all, his and Eli's alpha scents will naturally ward off other alphas a good 8/10 times. If she's hanging around them, it'll rub off on her and they won't bother her as much wither. "We could keep them away from you."

"Y-you'll get hurt a-again," she said, shaking her head. "Be-because of m-me. And I-I don't want that to ha-happen..."

She's about to leave when Demetri stops her, gently catching her wrist. "No they won't. I mean, maybe, but it won't be your fault. And it isn't such a bad idea... I mean, it works for me."

Reader is shocked they want her around. She just got them beat up after all. Still, their kindness and friendship are very heartwarming, so she accepts. She hadn't yet made any friends at the school, so why not start with two alphas and a beta?

They have no idea what they've all just signed up for, unaware that Reader was the missing piece of their little pack. They just don't know how much they're going to fall for her, truly.

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[helpinghanikan]

Happiness that won't last

Reader x Miguel

Gabriella passed out maybe ten minutes after Miguel left. Curled up into your side, blankly watching a reality show that never had anything important to show. Sooner rather than later you would carry her to bed.

Why Miguel had to stop by the main lab so late you didn’t understand. He had started working from home after Gabriella came along. More than happy to take a hit to his career in exchange for being the main caregiver. That he had to stop by the lab once every few weeks seemed to be a small price to pay.

You’re still watching that stupid show when the door finally opens. Two hours later than he said he would, but the sarcastic comment died in your throat after seeing him at the doorway.

“Babe?” You ask, turning the tv off to focus on him.

He stood at the living room doorway for just a moment. You couldn’t really make a diagnosis, but he was definitely troubled. Even in the low-lit room, you could see how large his eyes were. How his favorite jacket was missing and the wet dirt on his sleeves. He Looks down at you on the couch and then up the stairs leading to the bedrooms.

“Is Gabriella…?” He asks but starts to trail off.

“She’s in bed. Did something happen at the lab? Are you okay?” You stand to meet him, but he walks right past you. Heading up the stairs without answering any questions.

You didn’t follow him up, instead heading towards the kitchen to wait. It wasn’t unusual for Miguel to check on Gabriella. He’s lived in Nueva York longer than you. It’s a dangerous place, even in the rich areas you lived and worked in. If looking in on his kid gave him some piece of mind then who were you to stop him?

In the time it took for you to make hot chocolate Miguel came back down. In the much brighter kitchen, you could see him much clearer. He looks tired, and not just from the late hour. His worry lines are more pronounced, his gray hair starting to solidify, and he just wouldn’t look you in the eye when he came in.

“Hot chocolate? Marshmallows are already in.” You say, sliding the mug towards him.

He takes the mug but asks; “Do we have coffee instead?”

“We agreed on no caffeine after ten, remember? I don’t want either of us falling asleep behind the wheel again.” You say, toasting your mug towards him to end the discussion.

“Yeah, you’re right. I-yeah, I’m sorry.” He says taking a long drink only to instantly start coughing at the hot liquid.

You don’t need to be married to him to know that something is up. But it does help, especially when you see that said ring is missing from his finger. “What happened?” You asked, waiting for the hard truth of an affair.

For the first time that night, he makes eye contact. By the look in his eyes, it might have been easier if he just confessed to cheating.

“It was a robbery. I walked right into it.” He says, gripping the mug harder than necessary.

“Oh, shit,” You whispered walking around the counters to be at his side.

“I didn’t really try or think when I turned the corner. He was just there. and he just took everything and ran with it.” Miguel explains.

You don’t bother asking if he had reported it. Sometimes the only thing police were useful for was making things more complicated.

“Oh, babe. I’m so sorry. Are you hurt?” That is all you can say, reaching your hand out to take the mug from him.

He doesn’t respond. Instead turning to look at you.

His hand raises slowly at first. As if scared to touch you. Then the warmth of his large hand is against your cheek. You lean into it, keening against him as he pulled you closer.

Miguel tended to kiss like a man with somewhere to go. You’d get a quick peck before heading out the door. Maybe a heavier kiss when you got home. That kiss usually being interrupted by Gabriella making an “ew” noise.

This time was different. His kiss was chaste at first, but it lingered. As you step closer into his space his lips open for a more heated kiss.

You let him lead where the night would go. It’s been a while but not long enough for you to try and squeeze anything from him. This leads to both of his hands on your hips with you found comfort in his shoulders.

When the kiss dies down his forehead rests against yours.

“I’ll take tomorrow off. They still owe me for last week.” You said, “Is there anything I can do for you now?”

���Nothing, I’m just so tired.” He says, refusing to open his eyes.

You take his hand. Leading him from the kitchen and up the stairs. No time for pajamas, just strip off your pants and bra. Miguel loses everything but his briefs. Although you were both practically naked there wasn’t a second of sexual tension in the room.

You take a moment to rattle off an email. Your supervisor would understand the need for a day off. He had a family, and you were a pretty good worker that has earned a bit of leeway.

Miguel is awkward while getting ready for bed. First, he accidentally opens your side of the dresser. Second, he seems to hesitate while getting dressed. Glancing your way as if he were expecting you to leave the room while he undressed. He gets over that quickly and changes while facing away.

“Come here,” You order from the bed. Arms open for him to come into.

As usual, Miguel is the little spoon. Lying on the side of the bed facing the large window overlooking the city. Miguel can enjoy the view while having the warmth of your body against his back.

You should have demanded he take a shower before getting into bed. Sweat and dirt have seeped into his very being. Tomorrow you’d need to wash the sheets with the rest of the laundry. That doesn’t stop you from pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“I love you,” You whisper.

“Thank you,” He says, “I love you, too.”

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[oharasluverboy]

chubby reader x Miguel Drabble…??? Fluff or whateva, if ur comfy with ittt

Do not look away. — Miguel x chubby reader drabble…

(THANK YOU FOR THE SECOND REQUEST. don’t ever feel bad for requesting something like this! also sorry for the wait tumblr deleted my draft)

“how are you holding up?” miguel slouches to place a kiss on your cheek. tonight’s been a bit rough for you. your thoughts weren’t being as kind to you (as usual) today, miguel interrogated you over why you’ve been so quiet, and down today through text before you came clean. you didn’t hate your body, far from any means just..comparing yourself to others was a common thing you still had to unlearn. “..’m fine.” you replied, eyes focused on your mirror, staring at your reflection.

“you don’t sound fine.” he quipped back, pulling your back flush against his torso, his grip around you was firm but gentle, he didn’t want to crush you after all. peppering your cheek with a few more issues, “you know this wouldn’t happen so much if you stayed off your phone.” miguel commented, pulling a scoff from you along with an eye roll. “of course you’d say that.”

“you know i’m right. you always get in your head after being on your phone for too long, or worrying about how you look with other people..” he hummed, his eyes meeting yours through the reflection. “if you’re gonna try to lecture me i dont—“ a light pinch at your side caused you to jolt, “what the fu—?!”

“will you shut up for a minute.” miguel stated, not asked but stated. “you always focus on bad shit that is not needed, i can guarantee nobody cares. the only opinion that should matter is yours.” another kiss placed on your cheek, miguel’s hands feeling out your sides, miguel has been handsy for as long as you’ve called him yours, and he’s called you his. “if you keep worrying about stuff like this you will miss out, gorgeous.” his voice loud and clear, small kisses moving downward, from your cheek to your neck..

“we don’t have to go out if you don’t want to, we can stay home—i didn’t want to go to the get together to begin with..” miguel muttered, “but they invited us—“

“they’ll live if we don’t show up. we could go do something else, you know? you’re already all dolled up and pretty, would be a waste for you to stay inside.” his hands slowly turning you around, as they moved to cup your cheeks. “we could go have dinner, then go see a movie if you want? or we could go to that roller skating place you love..” the offer of doing something miguel wasn’t too fond of made you giggle, “didn’t you say you would kill yourself if you had to go back again?” you managed to get out, that smile fighting for its place on your face.

“if it makes you feel better then i’m willing to suffer through it..anything for you, beautiful.”

— authors note; IM SO MAD MY LAST ONE DELETED STILL UOU DONY UNDERATAND RAAHHH, but here’s the only surviving screenshot i had of it (i was getting my brother to beta read it), so take this as like..uhhhh a treat ig, okay bye bye

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[tusks-and-claws]

I’m Not What You Need (But I Am)

Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary:  “When you sit there/acting like you know me/acting like you only brought me here to get below me”

You have a concern to bring to Miguel, but when he hears what you really think of him, he doesn’t let you off so easily

Tags/warnings: smut (18+), oneshot, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, kind of missionary idk what to call it, dominant Miguel, brat taming, orgasm denial, dirty talk, choking, sort of strangers to lovers, maybe a little bit of a hatefuck if you squint, reader is a Spider person, def a bit out of character

Wordcount: 3.5k

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"Why are you coming to me with such trivial annoyances?" Miguel O'Hara asked you from the platform of his lab, at least ten feet above you. He was tapping on various screens, not giving you eye contact. It felt purposeful, pointed. 

"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted to know when fights broke out. Keeping the peace and all that." You felt yourself growing warm, anxiety fluttering in your stomach. 

"What I want," he said, his tone growing short. "Is for people to sort out their own bullshit, so I can worry about what's important. Which, if you haven't noticed, is much bigger than you and I and some stupid fight in the lobby."

As soon as he said it, you knew he was right. But he was still being an asshole. You were only trying to help.

You put your hands up in defense. "I just thought you'd wanna know." Then whispered under your breath "douchebag," as you turned to walk away.

But your progress was halted by something tugging at your wrist. You looked down to see what it was, and closed your eyes, quietly cursing yourself. Neon red webbing. 

"You wanna run that by me again?" Miguel asked. 

You swallowed a lump in your throat. "Nothing, it was nothing. I'll just leave." 

You tried to pull free, but he was reeling you in, like a helpless fish on a hook. "Oh, no," he said, sounding somewhat amused. "No, I heard you. 'Douchebag,' eh? Not very creative. But…" he paused when you were closer, close enough that he could look directly down at you. "I want to hear you say it again. Face to face, this time."

You frowned. "How can we be 'face to face' when you're so high above me?"

He wagged a finger at you. "You've got a point there." In a sudden flash of tingling, your Spider sense triggered. But Miguel was too fast, he'd been doing this for far longer than you had. In an instant, you were wrapped in neon red and being hoisted upward onto the platform. He planted you right in front of him, putting his hands on his hips and leaning down so his eyes were level with yours. "Happy?"

You huffed. Why was he like this? A self-satisfied grin played at the edges of his plush lips as he scrutinized you with bloodshot eyes. Finally registering how close he was, and how huge he was, you started turning red. He could throw you around like you weighed nothing, couldn't he? He had just lifted you up here with hardly any effort. You'd never thought about another Spider like this. Sure, you were all strong, but there was something in Miguel's upper body that you couldn't free from your thoughts, something in those massive shoulders, something-

"Well?" He asked, breaking your trance. "I don't have all day."

You met his eyes. They looked so tired. You didn't want to insult him anymore. You wanted to leave and pretend like the thoughts you had about him never existed. 

But you knew what he needed to hear. 

"Douchebag," you repeated. 

He smiled, and it was humorless. "It's nice to know that this is what people think of me. That I did this for all of us, and everyone in our worlds. And the word that comes to mind when people talk to me is…?" He raised an eyebrow prompting you. 

"...Douchebag."

"That's right!" He pointed a finger at you. "I don't ask for much. I ask for people to listen and respect the operation. And that means respecting my time, too, eh? No more coming right to me with petty fights that people can solve on their own." 

You just stared back up at him, hardly registering his words. Respect time, no more fights, whatever. His hair looked so soft. 

"Got it?" He asked, starting to sound frustrated again. 

You nodded.

"I need to hear you say it."

"G-got it." 

"Good." He patted your shoulder. What an odd gesture. It was very nearly caring. "Let's get you out of here." He flexed his hand, talons coming free. He quickly swiped at the webbing he had wrapped you in, the strands snapping and falling to the floor in shreds.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. His brow furrowed. "Listen, I know I'm scary, but I'm just doing my job."

You shook your head. "I'm- I'm not scared."

"Are you not? Dios mio, I can hear your blood pumping." 

His heightened senses were going to be your death sentence. The longer he stood staring at you, the worse your thoughts became. But you couldn't bring yourself to move away from his attention. You crossed your arms, trying to make yourself small so he would stop looking at you. 

He raised an eyebrow. "What, do you wanna be friends or something?"

No, you thought, I want us to be something different. 

Despite your best efforts, you blurted out, "no, in all honesty, I've never really liked you that much." Why did you say that? What was wrong with you? 

He cocked his head, his eyes widening, processing what you just said. He started to nod. "Oh, wow. Great. Thank you so much. What a productive conversation. And you're still here because…?"

"Because you getting the last word in is infuriating to me." You couldn't stop yourself. You knew this was bad, but you couldn't stop.

"How do you think I feel? You came here for the sole purpose of bothering me and now you won't leave me the shock alone." He pointed at you again, forefinger lightly jabbing your collarbone. "You. Can. Leave. This is my lab, you little brat." He spoke the words through gritted teeth, and you could just barely see his elongated canines, gleaming and sharp in the light of the lab's computer screens. 

Oh no.

You stood there, just blinking at him. You've never seen someone so annoyed looking so attractive at the same time. It wasn't fucking fair.

He suddenly started, the anger from his face vanishing, confusion taking its place. "Oh yeah?" He asked, his voice taking on a mocking tone. "That's why your heart is pounding?"

Fuck.

"What, uh… what do you-"

"Don't play dumb with me.” He placed a gloved finger under your chin, tilting your head up towards him. “I can smell that you're turned on. Is that why you came here to bother me? So you could gawk at me? And maybe I'd fuck you if you were lucky."

You backed up, nearly slipping off the edge of the raised platform. Miguel reached out and caught your hand, pulling you in close to him. Unconsciously, you splayed your hands on his chest to steady yourself. His body was so warm and inviting, and you were drawn into it like a little planet circling a blazing sun. 

What was happening, what were you doing?

"Is that what you thought?" He asked, seeming to echo the questions you asked yourself, his voice growing more quiet as he looked down at you.

You quickly raised your hands away from him, closing them into loose fists and crossing your arms again. "No," you said, truthfully. 

"But you're thinking it now." He nodded. "Aren't you?"

After a pause, you nodded too.

"I really need to hear you say it." He probed.

"I'm…. I'm thinking about it now."

"Oh, are you? Thinking about what?"

You swore under your breath, doing a poor job of hiding a scowl. You should've known he wasn't going to make it easy for you. 

"Thinking about you fucking me." You grimaced after admitting it, waiting for him to mock you and disown you. 

He smiled. "That's funny. I thought I was a douchebag." 

"Fuck you, man!" You threw your arms up into the air, turning around and preparing to hop down from the platform. 

“No no no, come on, now,” he said, grasping your wrist with a large, warm hand. His grip was surprisingly gentle. “Why don’t you give me a chance to change your mind?”

You looked him in the eyes, and there was a small spark there. You sighed, unable to deny the reaction your body had to him. You wanted him. And he was offering himself to you. What reality was this where that was even possible? Not ten minutes ago, you were hardly closer than strangers. “Okay,” you said, offering him a small grin. “Don’t fuck it up.”

“Oh, I won’t.” In another swift movement, he swept you up into his arms and laid you down on your back on the lab floor. He was above you, arms on either side of your head, boxing you in. You could hardly see anything past those vast shoulders. You swallowed. He raised one hand to your head, petting your hair. “Look at that. You really are so pretty. Couldn’t help thinking it even when you were pissing me off earlier.”

You furrowed your brow. “I thought you wanted to change my mind, asshole, is this-”

He cut you off as his hand lowered, skating down your side and brushing against your breast before traveling even further. You exhaled shakily, trying to prepare yourself for this. Miguel O'Hara was touching you. Miguel O'Hara was going to fuck you. 

When he reached the curvature of your hips, he fondly squeezed, humming to himself. "Soft… so soft. You wouldn't want an asshole like me to eat you out, would you?"

Your brain short-circuited at how blatant he was. "No, I- I would, I really fucking would, Miguel."

"Oh, are we on a first name basis, now?" He hooked a clawed finger into the fabric of your suit, ripping a huge gash into it so he could access you. That… that was your good suit. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself from quipping back at him as he scooted downward, wrapping his arms around your thighs and lining himself up with your pussy. You threw your head back in anticipation, screwing your eyes shut. How was this real? How was-

You gasped as his tongue made gentle contact with your sex, slowly and carefully licking a long swipe from your opening to your clit, like he was savoring the first taste of you. 

"You taste even better than you smell, amor." 

Fuck, he was savoring you. You trembled beneath him, your hands tentatively reaching down to tangle with his hair. And it was even softer than you thought it would be. 

"That's it," he encouraged. "Hang onto me." 

You listened, your grip on his hair tightening. As if that were his cue, he brought his tongue back to your aching pussy, lapping at the wetness that was all but dripping from you. Your body immediately felt too hot on the metal floor, and you were convinced that you were beginning to melt under the warmth of his tongue. The almost-penetration was sending you spiraling; he was giving you nothing that you needed while somehow simultaneously answering your every secret desire. You needed that mouth on your clit. Your greedy, aroused body needed more, more. You had him all to yourself and he was teasing you. It wasn't fair. 

You whimpered as you gripped soft locks of his hair, waiting for him to take the plunge. Waiting…. And waiting. But he just kept lapping contentedly at your entrance, just barely dipping his tongue inside. The feeling was pleasant but infuriating. What was he trying to do? Did he want you to beg for it?

Oh.

…He couldn't be serious. 

But that was the only conclusion you could reach. After all, he'd been asking to hear you say things this entire encounter, prompting you to be vocal. All you had to do was swallow your pride. 

"M-Miguel…?" You asked, your voice quiet.

He stopped, picking his head up slightly, looking at you from under his thick brows. "Mm? What is it?"

"Please, um… please…." Your voice caught in your throat. Why was this so difficult?

"Oh, you're begging me now? What could you possibly be begging for… Isn't this what you wanted?"

You narrowed your eyes as he held your gaze with that lackadaisical expression. 

"Please," you started, feeling humiliated. "Please suck on my clit."

"Good girl. All you had to do was ask." In no time at all, his mouth was back on you. He zeroed in on your clit, taking the sensitive bundle of nerves into the wet warmth of his mouth, sucking on it just as you needed. The feeling was so intense and you couldn't suppress any of the noises that escaped you. And the noises he made didn't help in the slightest. He was humming as he worked your clit, the gentle vibrations of his voice adding to the overstimulation. He stopped for a moment to instead use his tongue, and the pointed attention was delicious.

"How are you feeling, amor?" He asked without fully pulling away from you, his voice slightly lisping from the contact. 

"Good," you gasped, feeling like you were getting close to the edge. "So, so good. Please keep going."

"Tell me when you're going to cum."

"Yes, yes I will." 

He continued his efforts, mercilessly devouring you, a cacophony of wet sounds rising to meet your ears. You could feel your orgasm building, your body singing. He was playing you like an instrument. That warm, pulsating feeling was building deep inside your core, threatening to burst apart with every second. 

Your grip on his hair tightened. "Miguel, I'm- I'm gonna-" 

Your back started arching and you closed your eyes as… nothing happened. He pulled his head away from you. You opened your eyes to see him looking at you from between your legs, one of his eyebrows raised. 

"Wha- what?" 

He smirked. "Oh, this? It's nothing... It's just that douchebags usually don't care about making women cum."

Your jaw dropped open. This again? You gritted your teeth, your clit swollen and thrumming with your pulse. You needed release. 

"I'm sorry." You said, your voice desperate. 

He raised his eyebrows, amused. "Oh, wow, that was fast." His tone was so matter-of-fact.

"I'm sorry for calling you a douchebag and an asshole, I was wrong about you. Please let me cum." You spat the words out so quickly that you hardly registered what you were saying. 

"How could I say no to that?" He returned to you, gripping your thighs more firmly than he had before, shamelessly moaning into you as you started to curl up off the hard metal floor. Your orgasm was so close, it was right within your grasp. Your breath started going ragged as you held onto him for dear life. In a white hot burst of pleasure, you came, swearing loudly as Miguel drank up every bit of you, letting you ride your orgasm out on his skillful tongue. He slowed down right as you did, matching your pace perfectly until you were a heaving mess on the floor in front of him.

"My turn, now," his voice came through the fog, it sounded distant. But you could feel strong arms lifting you up and all but dropping you onto your back on one of the lab's computer consoles, its screen turning off in response. He dismissed a section of his high tech suit, his manhood coming free. You couldn't help but gawk at him. His body was unreal. From the small window he created, you could see hard lines of muscle carved into golden skin. Your head started spinning again. 

He began pumping his hard cock as he looked down at you, spreading your legs further open with his free hand. "See how easy it is to get what you want when you aren't being a brat?" The way his muscles flexed through his tight suit while he worked himself was maddening. You wanted- no, you needed him to fuck you. You needed him inside you. 

You nodded your head, answering his question. 

"So, tell me what you want." 

"I want you to fuck me," you answered, still panting from your orgasm. "I want to feel you so badly. Please, Miguel."

"You're a fast learner," he purred, bringing his cock to your folds and lubricating himself on the mess you two had made. He slid over your slick entrance, his head touching your aching clit as he moved up and down. "I'll fuck this pretty cunt for you, since you asked so nicely." 

He positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed himself inside of you, inch by thick inch. You moaned, the feeling of finally being full was luscious, he was pressing at your walls from all angles. At last, when he was in up to the hilt, he stayed there for a moment while his large hands found your waist. 

"My God, look at you. You took all of me, and so shocking well. You," he exhaled, seemingly taking a second to compose himself. "You feel so good." 

"Thank you," you whispered, breathless. He was praising you. It was… nice to hear. Stubbornness be damned.

He chuckled to himself. "Please and thank you? You really do learn fast. You've earned this, amor." And with that, he pulled himself out of you, slamming back in with a hard slap. Over and over, he fucked you with the entire length of his cock, hitting spots inside of you that you weren't sure even existed. "Lemme hear you, I wanna hear it all."

You obeyed. "O-oh my God, Miguel, fuck. It's… it's so good. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you."

Thanking him fueled his fire; his grip on your waist tightening, red eyes sparkling wildly. "Good girl, that's it… watching my cock disappear inside of you… it's making me crazy. You like getting fucked by someone you hated before all this? You wanna get filled up by someone you don't even like?"

"Yes, please." Your back arched into him, the pressure from his unwavering thrusts overwhelming you. The feeling was impossibly perfect, your body tingling from your head to your toes. He really did fit inside of you so well.  

"You'll get it, baby. Keep being good for me, you'll get it." 

As he continued, his hands roamed your body. Groping at your breasts, resting on the soft slope of your stomach. You grabbed one of his traveling hands, a rogue feeling overtaking you as you brought it up to your throat. 

His eyes widened in disbelief. “Y-yeah? You want me to choke you?” He sounded excited.

“P-please,” you huffed, grabbing onto his forearm.

“Holy shit, you’re something else.” He began applying gentle pressure to your airway as he kept fucking you. It was the perfect amount of constriction; suppressing your breath intake just enough for your head to feel pleasantly airy. He was good at that, why was he so good at that?

Between the way he was pounding you and the way he was choking you, your muscles started to bear down on him.

"Yes, yes, squeeze that cock. Good girl. You’re gonna get what you want.” 

You clenched down on him, your orgasm rocking you to your core as he fucked you through it. It hit you in giant waves, crashing over you and pulling you into the undertow. You felt completely drunk on it. The warmth of it was everywhere in your body, all the way up to your fingertips. Your head swam, your eyes rolling back into your head. Miguel swore to himself, his tempo becoming more irregular. He released your throat, hands flying down to grip the console. You thought you could hear it cracking. 

“God, you’re tight. I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Yes,” you rasped, your body shaking. 

He growled as he came inside of you, bearing his fangs in clenched teeth once more, and you could feel his cock twitch followed by the heat of his seed as it stuffed you full. He lingered over you, his eyes looking frenzied as his gaze flicked over your face, his chest heaving with every recovering breath. 

You released a deep sigh, smiling tenderly at him. “Thank you, Miguel.”

“You, uh,” he started awkwardly, running his hands through his hair. He still hadn’t even pulled out of you yet. “You earned it,” he repeated. 

He took a short, unsure step back, as he pulled his length free from you. You could feel his cum leaking from you upon his release. There was so much of it. 

He held his hand out to you to help you up, and you grasped it, smiling again as you got to your feet. 

“I’ll clean this mess up, but you.…” He scanned your frame. “...I’ve got a pair of pants on one of the lab chairs down there.” He pointed toward a particularly cluttered section of his space. “Bringing them back would be a much better excuse to see me than a fight in the lobby.”

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #smut #my writing #ive got another one for you you sick bastards #this one was not beta read in the slightest so bear with me pls #hope you enjoy! #i will not stop the metalcore title/summary naming convention anytime soon so my condolences

[kinkandkreep]

'SCUSE ME Y'ALL, BUT DO ANY OF MY READERS/FOLLOWERS SPEAK SPANISH?

I did one of these once before when I needed the assistance of someone who spoke Korean, and I was successful that first time, so I figured why not try again?

So, I know Google translates exists, and there are other resources available, but I was wanting to include Spanish phrases and words in the correct context in my writing, and I thought it would be best to enlist the help of someone who actually spoke the language.

I am also coincidentally in need of a beta reader, so if you are proficient in English and were also looking to try beta reading, that option is also there for you.

(For those who do not know what beta reading is, it's essentially proofreading a writer's work before they publish it. You'd be looking for errors (grammatical, semantic, etc.) and making the writer aware. The benefit of this is that you get early access to the writer's work. In this particular instance, you can also contribute to the actual writing of the story since you'll be helping me with the language.)

I mostly need help when writing for Miguel O'Hara, so if you'd rather not beta read then I would just occasionally pop in to give you the context of a scene and ask you to translate a specific phrase or word for me.

If you are interested in helping, please interact with this post or shoot me an ask!

Thank y'all!

#beta reader needed #beta reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099

[theplacesaysstuff]

Skincare Products I think Miguel O'Hara would use

Miguel ohara is the kind of guy to use an expired bar of soap on his face but still look better than 99.9% of the population. But that doesn't mean he can't have a routine :D

Cleanser:

Malin + Goetz Grapefruit Cleanser

He got this as a gift from Peter B. Parker and uses it every day. Will probably replace with bar of soap after it's finished.

Toner:

He doesn't know what toner is

Serum:

The Ordinary 100% Plant-Derived Squalane

Only thing left from his old world that got destroyed. He keeps it next to his toothbrush

Moisturizer:

Pond's Moisturising cold cream

He just gives off Pond's cream vibes ya know?

Sun screen-

Banana Boat Sport Ultra SPF 50 Sunscreen Lotion

Miguel the kinda guy to buy things in bulk so that he doesn't have to go to the store that often

#spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #skincare #fanfic #crack post #no beta we die like men #sun screen #why did i make this #miguel atsv

[loganlermanstanaccount]

Hey!

So I actually found your college!miguel fic on AO3 and I just wanted to sincerely thank you for making it! I'm indigenous latino and I've seen too many fics and drabbles reducing miguel to disgusting racial stereotypes for latino men and your fic was one of the few that made him an actual person instead of a fetish and actually treated our language with respect (you worked the spanish in really well!) ! So thank you :)) I'm excited if you do a pt 2 to it! 

#this is very lovely and kind and almost made me cry #I love writing Miguel cuz I think he has so much depth #both in the comics and movies #and i can only hope I do him justice! #I try with the Spanish but it's all the advice native speakers and now my beta readers give me tbh #and if I get something wrong don't hesitate to clown me lmfao #this is literally all i want when I write a fic 😭😭 #sorry to be cringe op #thank you! #and whilst I'm here I've started posting the full fic based on my college au #rigor mortis 😼 #on my page rn for anyone who is interested <33 #k thnx bye #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o hara x reader

[lost-eternity]

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Alright. I have been seeing a lot of “x Miguel O’Hara” spiderverse content recently so I decided to add my measly contribution to the pile. 

Although, I have to wonder if anyone will be interested because this is “x OC” and not “x Y/N” so I guess we will find out lmaooooo. 

This takes place about a year-ish prior to the events of ATSV (honestly the timeline is extremely unclear). So without further ado, this is the story of how my spidersona joined the spider society. lmk if you want part two...

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(she looks so wonderfully judgmental, I love her)

TW: gore mostly. Cyberpunk 2077 vibes (is that a TW? idk). Canon compliant (I think). Is bad Spanish a TW? Look, I’m trying my best. 

Miguel is investigating an anomalous occurrence on Earth 1342 but encounters some unexpected interference in the form of a spider-person who seems to be working for the bad guy. Witty banter and hijinks ensue. Not sure if this qualifies as enemies to lovers because the flirting is pretty mild. But sure.

A Hero For Hire : Part One of (?)

It was supposed to be an open and shut case.

Get in, secure the anomaly, get out.

Unfortunately, fate is a cruel mistress and things seldom work out according to plan. 

Earth - 1342. 

Year - 2089.

Miguel was scouting the expansive, sterile building from a balcony a few terraces away. The astringent odors of antiseptics bathed his tongue, detectable from the large Alchemax laboratory even at this distance. 

Despite this dimension's proximity in year and technological prowess to his own, the two could not be any more unlike each other. 

While Miguel's home world was a pristine, shining beacon of scientific innovation and social progression, this world bore unmistakable signs of untempered capitalism and corporate corruption. Neon-lit arteries pulsed with vibrant lucidity, casting an iridescent glow upon the restless streets below. The sleepless silhouettes of humanity hurried amidst a symphony of flickering lights and perpetually wailing sirens. The cityscape stretched before him like a mesmerizing tapestry of steel, glass, and unfettered product placement. Futuristic advertisements flickered and morphed upon gigantic holographic billboards, selling the empty promise of personal fulfillment via unregulated consumerism.

Unlike the brisk, clean atmosphere of his home dimension, the air here felt heavy and dirty in his lungs. The pungent odor of gasoline and pollution plagued each inhale, causing a discomforting rattling within his chest. 

Beneath its flashy, neon veneer, the city of Novus York masked a much darker underbelly. Corporate giants loomed like monolithic gods, their towers piercing the skyline. Here, power and greed walk hand in hand, and morality often yields to the whims of the corporations. 

It was one of the more dangerous universes currently on his radar. And as such, Miguel had insisted on this retrieval being a solo mission, unwilling to risk the safety of the others. Even so, this universe hadn't quite figured out the fundamentals of multiversal travel. Alchemax was experimenting on the anomalies they find by chance following the super collider accident in universe 1610. Miguel couldn't allow this line of experimentation to continue lest he risk another accident. It shouldn't have happened in the first place and therefore cannot be allowed to persist.

The retrieval of the captive anomaly and the subsequent destruction of any data collected should have been easy enough. 

Should have.

It wasn't. 

It never is.

Miguel heard the mechanical whirring of robotic limbs before he saw their approach. With sudden ferocity, a tremendous force struck his chest, propelling him through a nearby window. The shattering of glass created a whirlwind of sharp-edged fragments that tore into his suit, leaving a trail of crimson in their wake. His back found resistance against the brick wall within the building behind him, slamming into the weathered stones with a powerful thud. His shoulder clipped against the fire alarm, smashing through the box and triggering the loud droning ring. Misters overhead deployed, sending a spray of water showering down into the hall. Pain surged through him as the shards of glass burrowed into his clothing, each inflicting relentless stings that jolted up his spine.

Desperation fueled his reflexes and he managed to seize one of the menacing mechanical spider limbs that loomed above him. Blood leaked through his hand as the bladed weapon punctured his suit, causing a static fizzle of colored particles to glitch along his fingertips. 

He could feel her breath ghosting across his cheek as his assaulter pushed him harder against the wall. One of her mechanical limbs impaled straight through the stone by his left shoulder, gaining purchase among the concrete. Her lips were peeled back in an awful hiss. The mask hiding Miguel's face concealed the intensity of his emotions, but he knew that the same fierce determination reflected in his opponent's visage mirrored his own. A third mechanical limb raised above her head, poised to strike through his heart. Miguel yanked down on the limb within his grasp, jerking her toward him. He slammed his head against her face, causing her grip on him to slacken. Momentarily disoriented, she stumbled backward. In one swift motion, Miguel seized the opportunity, delivering a powerful kick that sent her hurtling through a nearby door and tumbling into the hallway beyond.

Without hesitation, Miguel leaped through the fractured doorway. He tucked into a roll as his shoulder came in contact with the linoleum below, allowing the momentum to assist him in regaining his footing. His arm blades glinted malevolently in the dim light, and with decisive precision, he brought them crashing down upon her. The collision was cataclysmic, shattering her body into hundreds of reflective shards that scattered and dispersed into the night.

What the hell?!

That was not normal.

Agonizing, fiery pain surged through Miguel's shoulder, eliciting a guttural howl that echoed in the corridor. A substance that looked suspiciously like webbing had been set ablaze and attached to his back. Desperately, he tried to dislodge the fiery webbing, his hands futilely grappling with the sticky, burning mass. Even the water raining from above did little to avail the fire. Instead, it further exacerbated the situation. The water caused molten flames to drip down the contours in his muscles, singing the unstable molecule fabric of his suit. Despite glitching, the suit adapted quickly, actively repairing itself in the process. 

“I'm afraid that water isn't going to do much for you here, darling.”  Her taunting tone hardly registered in Miguel's pain-stricken mind. “ Thermite causes class D fires."

Miguel slammed his back into the wall, peeling off the webbing and smothering the flames at the cost of scorching his suit even further. He finally had a moment of reprieve, his head snapping up to her. 

She sat leisurely on the ceiling, adhering to its water-slick surface with her fingertips. All of this confirmed his suspicions. She was a kindred spirit, a spiderman variant like himself, yet this newfound knowledge left him with more questions than answers.

 She tilted her head at him, her full lips parting into an easy grin. Elsewise, her face was entirely obscured by an enigmatic mask that perched delicately on the bridge of her nose. Neatly tucking her mechanical bladed limbs at her sides, she spoke with a casual tone, “you’re new. I haven’t seen you around before.”

Miguel's frustration boiled over, exasperated by the apparent lack of injury on her pristine suit. "How are you... I stabbed you!" 

“Yeah, that was rude.” She purred, dismissing his concern with an almost playful disregard.

“You’re the rude one. You attacked me!” Miguel’s eye markings narrowed in annoyance. 

Her tone was nonchalant as she replied. "And you're trespassing on company property, in employee housing no less. I'm just doing my job, dearest. No hard feelings." Rising to her feet, her cascading russet brown locks fell gently in front of Miguel’s face, emanating a scent of vanilla and cinnamon shampoo that mingled in the air.

“Yeah.” Miguel scoffed. “No hard feelings.” The uppercut came with little warning, but just as before, the second his hand made contact with her, she shattered into fragmented pieces and vanished. 

“Ay, coño!” Miguel cursed loudly and spun around, haunted by the sound of her laughter. He whirled around, desperately searching for his attacker. He noticed her skirting by at the edges of his vision. And then again across the ceiling. And again by the door. How many of her were there?

His eyes darted around, trying to track her multiple doppelgangers dancing along the periphery of his vision. Suddenly, flames erupted once more, and searing pain erupted through his suit as the webbing landed across his shoulders once again. 

 He didn’t have time for this. 

With an enraged scream, he tore at the webbing, lobbing it into the hallway beyond.

His movements, now frenzied, mirrored the untamed fury of a wild beast unleashed. Laser webs surged forth, seeking their true target—the spider woman herself—. There were numerous misses as many of them instead flew through her illusory dopplegangers. His claws quickly followed as he attacked with the ferality of a wild animal. Eventually, one of his webs found the true spider woman, wrapping around her ankles, she fell under the might of his retaliatory strikes. With lightning speed, he shot a web, anchoring it to a nearby wall, then propelled himself with a tremendous force, soaring across the room in a single bound. His descent was swift and unyielding, as he slammed his feet onto her form with fierce determination. She crumpled under the assault, her voice strained with pain.

He wasted no time in digging his claws into her shoulders. His talons pierced clean through her suit, causing blood to well up along her skin which stained the edges of the white fabric. The water pelting down upon them from the sprinkler system mixed with blood, pooling beneath her in trickles of dark maroon.

With an abrupt hiss, the spider woman retaliated. One of her robotic limbs raised above her head and struck down on Miguel, just below his calf. There was a loud, resounding popping sound that sounded akin to a gunshot followed by a sensation of blinding hot pain. But Miguel was too far gone to be deterred, he grabbed her by the throat. 

“You’re supposed to be one of the good guys!” He snarled and slammed her into the ground.

She clawed helplessly at his wrists. “Ugh, you hero types and your binary ethics." Her voice sounded strained under the pressure of his palm digging into her trachea. Miguel was courteous enough to ease up on her windpipe to allow her to formulate a complete sentence: an action which he would quickly come to regret. 

"You must be so naive if you think that the world is truly that black and white." She coughed and tilted her head back. Her lips parted with an eerie creaking sound. Her jaw unhinged, distorting her previously delicate features. The skin alongside her cheeks split, blood oozing up from the freshly torn wounds which curled up in a vile, bloody grin. Thousands of needle-like fangs protruded from her red-stained gums and she lunged forward. 

Miguel instinctively recoiled in aversion, his hands slipping from their ironclad grip. This sudden displacement of weight allowed the woman to shift underneath him; her hips snapped upwards, unbalancing him. He pitched forward, rolling across the floor on his shoulder to swiftly regain his footing. However, as he attempted to stand firmly, his knee betrayed him, buckling under the strain. Hissing in pain, he braced himself against a wall, turning to meet the gaze of his attacker. 

It was as if nothing had happened.

She leaned lackadaisically against the wall, her demeanor composed and unblemished, not a trace of injury marring her pristine appearance. Her perfectly manicured smile exuded an eerie poise. Her coat draped gracefully around her, defying the onslaught of water that surrounded them by remaining completely dry. Her hands rested gracefully in by her lap, exuding an air of serene composure.

"What are you?" Miguel seethed. 

He couldn't tell what was real and wasn't around her. Reality itself seemed to bend and warp around her, collapsing upon itself in a writhing net of twisting delusion. However, she never registered as an anomaly. She was not the one he was after. It made no sense. Why was she protecting it? 

 "I'm no less human than you are." She countered evenly, tilting her head. "And I'm not your villain."

"You sure?" Miguel commented dryly. "Because delaying me while the company you work for unravels reality itself seems like a pretty villainous thing to do."

"Wait." The smile fell from her lips. "Come again?" 

"Is that not what you're doing here? Working for Alchemax?" Miguel's patience was running thin. He crouched low, muscles tensing as he prepared to attack. 

"Whoa. Hold on. Time out here, big fella." The woman's robotic limbs sheathed themselves into a small metallic pack located between her shoulder blades. A gesture of peace. "Why are you here again?"

Miguel hesitated, uncertainty plaguing his movements. "I am here to detain and remove an anomalous asset from this universe to preserve the integrity of the multiverse."

"You're aware of how you sound right now, right?" The woman's tone was incredibly dry and disbelieving. 

"I don't have time for this." Growing more frustrated, Miguel attempted to brush past her, but his body betrayed him. His right foot met the floor, and with searing pain, his ankle gave way, causing him to stumble and crash against the hard ground with a loud grunt.

The woman’s smile was semi-apologetic. "Yeah. Uhm. I severed your calcaneal tendon. You're not going to be walking anytime soon, dearest." The woman crouched by him, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, enveloping her in a soft, halo-like glow beneath the humming fluorescent lights. "Means you have plenty of time to explain to me exactly what you are trying to achieve here."

Miguel glared up at her. As much as he hated to admit it.... he needed backup. Pushing himself up against the wall, he reached for his wrist only to find the metal gizmo absent from its usual location. 

"Looking for this?" The woman chided softly, holding up the precious technology tauntingly between two fingers. "I copped it off you when you were choking me out. Thanks for that, by the way. Everyone's going to believe I'm into some very kinky shit when the bruises surface." 

Miguel lurched forward, extending a desperate hand toward the device. "Give that ba-" He could hardly even finish the sentence. Searing, white-hot agony shocked through his entire system, frying his nerves in a splattering of bright colors. His arm twitched grotesquely as the glitching ravaged his body, sending his head abuzz with prickling needles of torment.

"Oh. That looks painful." The woman mused, a curious tilt to her head. 

Groaning, Miguel pushed himself up once more from the floor. "You don't say." 

The spider woman cooed, flipping the device over in her fingers. "Does this doohickey stop you from doing that?"

"It's a gizmo." Miguel corrected.

Her smirk took on a cautionary edge, "it's going to get smashed if you keep talking back."

"No!" Miguel attempted to lunge for it again, but she deftly darted out of the way. 

"I'll give it back if you behave." The flirtatious lilt in her voice was unmistakable. "Tell me who you are and what you meant by the whole multiverse spiel." She tossed the cuff up in the air, catching it with ease.

Miguel glared at her, the half-moon markings on his mask narrowing into hate-filled slits. "Why would I bother with some common Alchemax goon?"

"Goon?" The woman echoed. She chuckled. "oh, no, hun. I don't work for Alchemax specifically. I'm an independent contractor. They hired me to secure the perimeter."

Miguel stared at her incredulously. A hero for hire? The concept was unbelievably laughable.

"I can feel your judgment from here." The woman acknowledged, her smile faltering. "My student loans aren't going to pay themselves off."

"But Alchemax?! Of all the shady, obviously evil corporations-"

"Look. I'm not proud of it either." She held up her hands in a gesture of surrender. "But moneys really tight right now."

Miguel rolled his eyes. "I hope the money is worth the destruction of the universe."

"Yeah okay. About that. Why is that happening again?" She continued to fiddle with the watch, easily slipping her small hand through the opening and settling it across her wrist. 

"Stop that!" Miguel snapped and launched a web at the device. The glowing thread projected straight through the woman's abdomen and affixed itself to the wall behind her. 

She paused and looked down at the laser webbing that still remained within her incorporeal form. "Oh. Well that's embarrassing." She chuckled. 

Miguel practically quivered from ill-suppresssed rage. "Where are you?!" 

The woman's illusory form flickered and then reappeared a few feet in front of him. 

"I'm around." She reached out. Miguel instinctively flinched away from her touch, however, it phased right through him without so much of a tickle. "But as near as I can tell, you have an expiration date without this little watch thingy and I can sit here all day. So. Talk."

Miguel resented everything about this situation. He sighed, shoulders slumping. "My name is Miguel O'Hara and I lead an elite taskforce dedicated to the security of the multiverse-"

"Love that for you." She cooed. "But what does that have to do with me and Alchemax?"

"Will you just.... stop talking and let me finish?" Miguel bit back.

Amidst the rhythmic cascade of water from the sprinkler system, her illusory persona drifted upwards, giggling softly. At that moment, the relentless stream of water ceased, finally allowing a small moment of reprieve from the incessant pounding of water from the sprinkler system. 

The wailing of sirens drew even closer, signaling that the time frame of sanctuary here was rapidly dwindling. 

Miguel exhaled in irritation. "When a being is pulled from one dimension into another they don't belong in, their mere existence threatens the canon."

"Canon?" The woman echoed. 

"Established events required for preserving the integrity of the timeline."

"Oh. Fate." She mused softly, still fidgeting with the gizmo. 

"A drastic oversimplification, but sure." 

"Doesn't predestination have severe negative implications on the existence of freewill?" She questioned. 

"I-" Miguel groaned, "do you want an explanation or do you want to philosophize?"

"Alright. Putting that existential crisis on the back burner." The spider woman shrugged. "How do you know that breaking canon causes universal collapse?"

"Because it happened to me." Miguel's head tilted forward slightly, the tension along his shoulder easing. 

"You did what now?" 

"That doesn't matter.” Miguel’s tone was brisk as he evaded delving into the specifics. “All that matters is that I broke too many canon events and now it's gone. An entire universe. It's all gone." 

"Holy shit." A frown tinged the edges of her lips. "That's really traumatic.... I'm sorry that happened to you."

"Astute observation." Miguel commented with a deadpan tone. 

"No, I mean it." Her usually humorous tone fell into a sympathetic murmur. Miguel found it unsettling, as if her empathy threatened cut through his defenses. She was an enemy. “And now you're going around making sure that it doesn't happen again."

"Yes. Which is why I need-" once again, the glitching racked his body, causing him to contort and contract, battered by the rolling waves of pain. "-the gizmo." 

The woman didn't seem to be considering his words. "How long have you been doing this?”

“About six months now.” Miguel answered boredly.

She paused, looking contemplative. “And these people in the wrong dimensions"

"Anomalies."

"-yes, sure. These anomalies. Do you kill them? Or do you have a way to send them back?"

"We send them back."

"And Alchemax has one. Which is why you're here."

"Almost burst a vein figuring out that one, didn't you?" Miguel commented impassively. 

The woman huffed, placing her hands on her hips. "That's a lot of smack talk coming from the man with a severed achilles.”

"Yeah. Thanks for that,” Miguel quipped sarcastically.  

"Consider it payment for choking me out."

Miguel regarded her with a deadpan stare. "Those two things don't even remotely equate.”

She barked out a laugh. "Stop making me like you." 

"No. You stop-” He didn’t allow himself to finish that sentence. “Fine. Just give me back the gizmo." He extended a hand out toward her, despite knowing that both she and the gizmo she currently possessed were illusory. The meaning behind the gesture remained the same. 

The woman hummed softly. "I will. But then what do we do next?"

"I apprehend the anomaly. You stay out of my way." Miguel dug his talons into the wall, using the extra purchase to heave himself up right. 

The illusion did not look impressed. "Limping like that? You won't get really far. I'll deal with it. It's my mess. I'll clean it up."

"You're untrained and sloppy. You will be doing no such thing." Miguel pushed forward, using contact against the wall to pull himself along. 

She chortled. "If I'm the sloppy one, then you must be really embarrassed right now." 

"Cállate!" Miguel growled. "You fight dirty."

"I fight to survive." She replied softly, her sudden seriousness in her tone drew Miguel to a brief standstill. "I got this. I'll bring back your doohickey as soon as I am able."

"It's a gizmo!" 

"Yeah. Okay." The illusion flickered and then vanished. 

Miguel let out an outraged roar, slamming his fist against the wall "La chica estúpida se va a matar a sí misma." He grumbled.

#miguel o'hara #miguel #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #atsv #atsv spoilers #no beta we die like miguels daughter #miguel x oc #miguel o hara x oc #fem oc x miguel o hara #miguel o hara x yn #across the spiderverse #spider-man: across the spider-verse #miguel o hara imagine #miguel o hara drabble #miguel o hara POV