#miguel spider man 2099

[muchosbesitos]

el arreglo

pairing: arranged marriage miguel x fem reader

warnings: miguel being an ass, guy grabbing the reader, oral (f receiving), mirror sex, and overall smut lol 🫣

author’s note: idk what my obsession is with writing asshole mig 😭 i hope you guys aren’t finding it repetitive or boring 🫣 anyways, enjoy <3

word count: 4014

When Miguel had agreed to this arranged marriage set up by your parents, he didn't seem himself having you bent over your shared bathroom sink as he pounded into you from behind, fisting your hair with one hand as he forced you to keep eye contact  with him through the mirror.

It started off at another gala that your father frequented, in an attempt to make himself respected in the business world. His business had recently skyrocketed in profits and he was being acknowledged for the hard work that he put in, but that still wasn't enough for your father. Despite the fact that he was gaining respect from other businesses and gaining opportunities, he quickly became greedy and obsessed when he found out that he was still being ignored by some. With that greed and obsession, the sweet father who used to play Monopoly with you quickly disappeared and transformed into someone ruthless.

You decided to wear a blue dress that plunged at the neckline all the way to your breasts along with a pair of silver stilettos to the gala, making some heads turn at your arrival. Your parents quickly went to go mingle with some of the other guests, eager to make a good impression, while you sat down at one of the tables and sipped on a glass of overpriced champagne. You looked up from your phone when you saw a shadow looming over you, glancing over at the man who was standing in front of you. He was tall, taller than anyone else in the room, and his black hair was pushed back to perfection. Despite how devilishly handsome he looked in the black tux he was wearing, you couldn't help but be enamored by his eyes. They were such a unique shade of brown, almost appearing red when the light hit them right.

"What are you doing here all alone?" He asked, sitting down in front of you as he took a glass of champagne from a waiter passing by. "My parents are out mingling, but conversation about how the stock market is progressing doesn't seem very interesting. and what are you doing here joining me in solitude?" You replied, taking a sip from your glass as you took in the man sitting in front of you. "Like you said, conversation with people who only really care about how many zeros are in your bank account isn't very fulfilling," he remarked, clinking his glass against yours as he took a sip. You looked down to where his hand was holding the champagne glass, the comparison almost funny before you started to think just what he could do with his hands. You snapped out of it, looking back at the man who was smirking at the sight of your flushed face. "So what's your name?" You asked, leaning a bit forward as you set down the glass. "Miguel. Miguel O’Hara, nice to meet you."

Soon after you two had finished up with your champagne glasses, he led you outside to the balcony with the excuse of wanting to hear you better. You two leaned against the balcony, watching some of the other guests arrive or looking up at the twinkling stars. You found conversation to be extremely easy with him, he wasn't anything like the prestigious assholes that your father had tried (and failed) to set you up with. "I don't know, I feel like you're giving me that kind of angsty angry at the world type of vibe," you said after the conversation had turned to what high school was like, eliciting a small laugh from him. "Sort of, yeah. And let me guess, you were the popular cheerleader?" He remarked, leaning against the balcony as he looked over at you. You rubbed the back of your neck nervously, letting out a small sigh before deciding to open up to Miguel. "Uh, no. My dad was struggling to get above profit every quarter so we couldn't afford the extracurriculars. I mean, it wasn't bad or anything but I did end up being the joke of the school," you replied, leaning against the balcony now. "For what it's worth, I would've loved to be your friend."

Eventually after a while of conversing, Miguel extended his hand out to invite you to dance. "You are aware that there's no music out here, right?" You asked, letting out a small laugh as you held his hand. "We'll dance to the rhythm of our hearts," he remarked, letting out a chuckle of his own as he began swaying to an imaginary soundtrack. "I was aware of how corny it was when it left my mouth," he mumbled, his cheeks flushed a bit red with embarrassment. You continued to dance with him, enjoying the way his body moved against yours and the body heat that he was radiating. You looked up to see his gaze already on you, those brown eyes almost sparkling with something similar to desire. "I'm gonna kiss you, is that okay?" He whispered, looking at you for a response. You nodded, closing your eyes as you leaned into it. His mouth was soft, inviting and you could taste the champagne he'd drank earlier along with something just so uniquely... him.

You pulled away when you heard the balcony door open, seeing your father standing there with a smile on his face. "Ah, I see that you've gotten yourself acquainted with your future husband," he remarked, patting Miguel’s shoulder before he walked next to you. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked from your father to Miguel, seeing the same expression on his face. "Husband?" You asked after a while, rubbing your arm nervously. "I wasn't aware that it would be you that i'm marrying, but yes, your father thought that us getting married would increase our business profits," Miguel responded, his face turning stone cold and you started to grow annoyed. You'd expected this from your father, to marry you off for his expense without any regard towards your feelings but now Miguel was pretending like there wasn't a spark between you two?

A couple weeks after the gala, your father arranged for your marriage with Miguel to be in the city courthouse with only some of your friends and his potential business partners. You were in the process of moving your stuff into his place in order to make the marriage seem more legitimate. When you arrived at Miguel’s house, you couldn't help but admire the sheer size of it and the amount of expensive decorations he put up, but you couldn't help but notice that it was missing a touch of home. It was like something out of an Airbnb catalog, not a place someone came for solace. The living room was devoid of any pictures of him or his family, full with paintings that must've cost a fortune.

After you finished setting your stuff down in the room he'd set apart for you, you decided to walk downstairs to the kitchen since you hadn't eaten breakfast that morning. You noticed Miguel sitting at the kitchen table in a plain white tee and sweatpants while he typed something up in his computer as you headed to the cupboards. You grabbed a bag of chips and looked over at Miguel, leaning over the table a bit. Things had been distant ever since the kiss and getting married, but you were determined to at least try to get along with your husband. "Hey, how's work going?" You asked, looking at him with a small smile as you opened up your bag of chips. "Can you open that somewhere else? It's too noisy," he grumbled, not bothering to look up from his computer. You let out a small sigh and picked up the bag of chips from the table, starting to walk away before you heard him speak up once more, "And don't think this is going to be a loving marriage. This is only a business transaction and you just happened to be one of the pawns."

You decided to start distancing yourself from Miguel after that, which was considerably easier since he was always away on business trips or working late. You constantly found yourself crying over Miguel’s neglect, wishing that he would show you at least a smidge of attention, but those tears were quickly replaced by burning anger when he rejected every advance you tried to get close to him. Eventually, you started shutting down completely and only coming out of the room when he wasn't home or when you two needed to attend an event together. Even at the events, he still kept you at an arm's length and made a point not to speak with you until it was time to go.

An art showing you were excited for quickly arrived, and you found yourself giggling and smiling when getting ready despite knowing that Miguel wouldn't act differently from those other times. You dressed in a red floor length dress with gold heels, your hair and makeup styled to perfection. You walked downstairs after Miguel complained about you taking too long, seeing his eyes widen just the slightest bit as he held his hand out for you to hold. "You look nice," he offered, walking with you to the car. You'd normally be excited and form delusions about how things were improving between the two of you, but you didn't feel like raising your own hopes for once. "Right because I spent two hours getting ready to look 'nice'," you responded, taking your hand away from his as you walked to the car.

The drive there was silent, the jazz music playing on the stereo filling up the atmosphere. You knew that you'd basically just snapped the only olive branch that he'd offered you, but you couldn't stand to deal with the disappointment that came after realizing that he still didn't like you. You looked out the window, Miguel’s hand lingering on the side of your thigh as he occasionally glanced at you. You two arrived at the gala a couple minutes later, only getting close to pose for pictures and sell the image of the perfect marriage.

You walked over to the bar, leaving Miguel alone as he went to go talk with some of his associates. "One whiskey, please," you asked the bartender when they came over, your eyes occasionally glancing over at what Miguel was doing or who he was talking to. You tried to push the thoughts aside as you took a sip of your whiskey, listening to one of the auctions going on. You finished up with your glass around the time that the auction had ended, looking over to see that Miguel was still busy mingling so you decided to head out to the balcony to get some fresh air.

You were looking out at the night sky when you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning around to see a man around your age giving you a polite smile. "Hey, I couldn't help but notice you're here alone. Aren't you O’hara’s wife?" He asked, leaning against the balcony as he turned to look at you. "I am, but I’m not really that big on socializing," you responded, turning to look over at him. He let out a dark chuckle as he lit up a cigar, taking a huff out of it before he turned to look at you once more. "You know Miguel doesn't really love you right? He's only with you out of convenience," he said after a while of silence, closing the gap between the two of you. "Even if we are, I don't see how that's any of your concern," you said, the words came out more defensively than you had intended them to. His hand lingered on your shoulder, brushing a strand piece of hair aside as his eyes darkened. "I'm just saying, if you're ever tired of being in a loveless marriage, he doesn't have to find out," he spoke a while after, his hand still resting close to you. You were about to push him away when you heard someone speak up behind you, "Get your damn hands off my wife."

You and Miguel walked back to the car in silence a couple minutes after that encounter, and you felt like a scolded kid despite the fact that it wasn't your fault. Once you two settled in the backseat, he turned to look over at you, his gaze softening up just the slightest bit. "Are you okay?" He asked, surprising you completely since he'd never bothered to ask. "What does it matter, Miguel?" You responded, pinching the bridge of your nose as you looked out the window. He spent a couple minutes in silence, before you noticed that you two weren't headed back to the house. "We're headed someplace else," he said, seeing the look of confusion on your face.

His driver pulled over to a secluded spot and Miguel helped you out of the car, grabbing a blanket from the trunk. He set down the blanket and sat down, patting the spot next to him. "You didn't bring me out here to murder me?" You asked, a brow raised as you sat down next to him. "No, that's a completely different spot," he replied, letting out a small chuckle as he glanced down at you. You spent a couple minutes looking at the clearing and at the constellations before glancing over at Miguel, deciding to ask the question that had been lingering in your mind for a while now. "What changed? I mean, why are you so distant despite the connection we had when we met?" You asked, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. He let out a sharp exhale, turning to look at you.

"I had a daughter, Gabriella. She was the center of my world, y'know? And then suddenly, she wasn't in my world anymore and that completely destroyed me. It was easy flirting with you in the beginning because I thought it would just be temporary, but then you turned out to be my wife. It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. I'm scared that everything I love will end up destroyed," he spoke up after a couple minutes, his voice cracking a bit as he spoke. You were unsure of what to say, so you decided to stay quiet and simply rub your hand on his shoulder, but what you didn't know is that your presence was all Miguel needed to feel okay in that moment. You two stayed quiet for the rest of your time there, just taking the time to be close to each other and enjoy each other's presence for the first time.

Miguel had tried to be a more attentive husband after that trip, getting over his own fears and being vulnerable with you. He started talking to you about work, letting you ask stuff about his personal life, and let you sit down with him while he was typing away at his computer. You were scrolling through your phone while Miguel was working on his computer, not noticing when he had moved over to the couch to sit down next to you. "I have a business trip to go to, but I want to take you out on a proper dinner date when I get back. I know I haven't been the ideal husband but I'm trying here," he said, rubbing your ankle as he looked over at you. You placed your phone down, grateful at the amount of effort that Miguel was willing to put in to make the marriage a bit more bearable. "I appreciate the fact that you're trying. I can't wait," you responded, sitting up to kiss his cheek and hoping that the small act wouldn't scare him off. He responded to the kiss fairly well, returning it and turning the tv on so you two could relax for a bit.

About a week later, you had received a text from Miguel that he would be arriving from his business trip today around 7. You couldn't help but feel excited at the fact that you were finally going to go on an actual date with your husband, so you started dancing in the bathroom while you brushed your teeth. You spent about an hour taking care of your appearance, putting on hydrating face masks and shaving before going to get dressed. You settled on putting a short dress that complimented your curves perfectly with a pair of silver heels, the jewelry matching them. You took out your makeup bag and started to finish getting ready in front of the bathroom mirror, not noticing that Miguel had come inside.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as he placed a kiss on your neck. "You look stunning," he whispered, the proximity of how close he was combined with the compliment making the wires in your brain short circuit. You turned around to look at him, seeing that he was already dressed to go out, with the color of shirt matching your dress and black slacks. You couldn't help but notice the loose tie hanging around his neck so you decided to lean in to fix it before he grabbed your hand, kissing the top of it as he looked up at you. "I wanted to be a gentleman and take you out to dinner first but I just can't help myself."

Miguel did quick work of taking himself out of his pants, placing you on the bathroom counter as he looked up at you. "Is this okay with you?" He asked, his hands gently rubbing on your thighs, not wanting to do anything without your proper consent. "More than okay," you responded, watching as he slid your dress up to your hips. He got on his knees, starting to lick a stripe up your thigh before he did quick work of slipping your panties down. "Such a pretty pussy," he whispered before he leaned in, running his mouth through your folds. His tongue explored every part of you, basking in the experience as he gently tugged and sucked. He licked a stripe from your weeping hole to your clit, your manicured hands tugging on his hair. He slipped his tongue inside, letting out a low moan as the vibrations went through you, causing your legs to twitch a bit.

He gripped your legs tightly as he sucked on your hole, lapping at the juices you were releasing. He looked up at you with his tongue buried in you, the tip of his nose wet from your juices. You let out a small moan at how pretty he was, your hips grinding against his face as you sought out more. "So greedy," he said with a small chuckle, taking his pointer and middle finger to tap against your lower lip. You opened up your mouth, your tongue running the sides as you sucked on his fingers. He took them out and got on his knees once more, slipping them inside of you with ease. You let out a loud moan as you felt his fingers curl to hit your g-spot, your toes curling in the silver heels. Your legs began to twitch as he started to suck on your clit, his tongue working expertly to provide you with pleasure you needed. His fingers and mouth worked in tandem to provide you with the stimulation you craved, your hands tugging on his hair as your hips grinded against his face. "I-I'm close!" You moaned out, the peak of your climax approaching quickly with every suck of your clit. With one final thrust of his fingers, you gushed around them, your face contorted in pleasure. He got up from the floor, his eyes on you as he sucked your release from his fingers.

Miguel kept you in the same position as he aligned his cock with your pussy, his gaze on you as he started to slide himself in. He let out a low moan as he bottomed out, his hands on your hips while he started off slowly. He grabbed his discarded tie off the counter, tying your hands together and your legs were on his shoulders, the angle allowing Miguel to slip in deeply with ease. He started moving faster when he noticed your hips moving against his, his balls slapping against your ass. Your walls clenched around him tightly, eliciting a moan to come out of him as he thrusted in you faster. The grip on your hips was sure to leave you bruises by tomorrow, but you couldn't find it to care with all the pleasure he was giving you. He looked up at the mirror, seeing your body underneath his and got an idea.

He bent you over the mirror, having you look at yourself as he slid inside of you once more. You pressed your hands down on the counter as he began to quicken up the pace, your back flush against his chest as you closed your eyes. He couldn't have that, of course, so he tugged on your hair, forcing you to keep eye contact with him through the mirror. You felt a new wave of arousal coat his cock as he maintained the eye contact, your walls clenching around him tightly. His balls slapped against your ass as he thrusted in deeply and quickly, seeking out for both of you to get to that peak. His thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, gently pinching it as he worked to give you what he could. "You look so pretty taking me like this, tesoro," he moaned out, raising one of his hands to slap your ass. You felt your legs tremble as he continued to hit your g-spot and his thumb stimulated your clit, quickly coming to your orgasm. (treasure)

Your release formed a creamy white ring around the base of his cock, your eyes closed in pure bliss. He pressed your face against the mirror, shaking his head in fake disappointment as he continued to thrust in your pussy, seeking out his own release. "Keep your eyes on the mirror," he said, the command coming out more breathless than he expected. With one final thrust, his cum coated your walls as he fucked into you. He let his chest fall against your back, gripping you tightly as he got his breathing under control. He slipped his softening cock out of you, his fingers pushing the cum leaking from your pussy back inside. You took his fingers in your mouth, sucking them off once more as you tasted the combined release from you two.

He helped you get cleaned up and even cooked up some spaghetti before he laid down in bed with you. He gently rubbed your shoulders as you started to drift off to sleep, his chest flush against your back. "Thank you.. for not giving up on me. I really appreciate it," he whispered, kissing your cheek as he stroked your thigh. "You're a person worth knowing," you replied, turning around to face him as your hand rested on his cheek. You felt yourself growing sleepy from the combined body warmth and how good his fingers felt on your skin. "You can go to sleep, I'll be here in the morning."

He, however, was not there in the morning when you woke up. You thought that after the time you spent getting close to him and especially now after having sex, he would start to open up to the possibility of advancing your relationship. However, it seemed like the act simply pushed him away further and erased the progress you had achieved. You decided to knock on his office door, getting tired of the silent treatment and mixed signals to ask what was going on and he simply responded with, "What we did was a mistake. I'm sorry that you thought we could be something more but you're just a business transaction."

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[loveforeren]

𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 ➳ 𝙼𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 ➳ 𝙼𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜.𝚌𝚘𝚖. 𝙰 𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙼𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚙𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙. 𝙱𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝.

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ➳ 𝙾𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝙼 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝙿𝚗𝚅 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚎? 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎), 𝚞𝚑𝚖 𝚒𝚍𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎.

𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 ➳ 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚛𝚕. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚝 3 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚖 𝚒𝚍𝚌 𝚒𝚍𝚌. 𝙸𝚍𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏.

𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 4 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢?

𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘

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Miguel's cursor hovered over the yes, and he clicked. He couldn't believe he was so desperate to buy 4 hours with a woman. He pinched the bridge of his nose and hoped the 50 dollars he spent was worth it. He was supposed to meet this Candy woman on Friday night at 8. It was Thursday, and he was absolutely dreading it. He doesn't know what got into him.

On Friday, Miguel dressed casually in some blue denim jeans and a black shirt. He got in the car murmuring to himself about how this might've been a bad idea. Pulling into the parking lot of the hotel he spots you standing outside in a black dress and heels. His hands grip the steering wheel before stepping out of the car, and approaching you nervously.

"...Candy..?" He questioned.

You turn and smile at him. That smile could've blinded him.

"...Ah~..you must be my lovely customer...?" You trail off not knowing his name.

"Miguel..My name is Miguel.." he said with his hands behind his back.

"Ahh...Miguel...it's nice to meet you. If I knew my customer would be so handsome I would've dressed better.." you say jokingly.

"..you look breathtaking.." he said.

You grin. So he was a smooth talker..? It didn't seem like it..his tall build. His monotone voice seemed to waver when he spoke to you. He was so damn cute. You were excited for tonight. Finally, some real amusement for you. You grab his hand, and you feel him tense up.

"Let's go to our room, Handsome," you said.

Your voice was like honey. He was in heaven. Maybe this wasn't a bad idea after all. You lead him into the hotel and got the key to the room.

"Handsome, we have to shower before we do anything. Would you prefer a shower together or separate?" You placed a hand on your hip as you wait for the elevator.

"..together.." he mumbled.

You laughed and placed a hand on his chest.

"Okay..that can be arranged~" you purred.

The way to the room was pretty much silent because he was nervous. You could tell it was his first time doing anything like this so you wanted to make him comfortable. When you guys get into the room you set a bag you had on the floor beside the door.

"Let's take a bath, shall we?" You said.

Miguel simply nodded and followed you to the bathroom. You start to undress slipping the dress down to your feet. You turn to see Miguel doing the same, obviously embarrassed about it.

"Ohh..Mr.Handsome has a great body.." you teased going close to him and running your hand down his chest.

Miguel tensed up again and let out a sheepish smile.

"Thank you.." he said.

You grin, before taking off the rest of your clothes as Miguel did the same. The bathtub was pretty big so you and him sat on opposite sides with your legs on top of his. You sink into the water and grin.

"So, Miguel, what would like me to do for you tonight? The choice is all yours." You say.

He stuttered not able to form a sentence. He simply shrugged.

"You dunno...hmm, I know exactly what to do for you." You said sweetly.

The bath was pretty comfortable making small talk. You wanted to get him to loosen up a bit.

After the bath, you were both in robes and Miguel was sitting at the edge of the bed.

"You seem a little nervous..why don't I loosen you up." You place a hand on his thigh.

"Okay.." he nods.

Slipping your rob off you go to your knees in front of him. The way you looked up at him with a grin went straight to his dick. You untie the robe to reveal his dick hard, and ready for whatever you had coming. He was huge. Your hand wraps around his shaft, and he lets out a low groan.

"I haven't even started yet, handsome." You let out a low laugh.

The feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock, sent Miguel into an almost euphoric state. That warm hand that delicately held his earlier was now wrapped around his shaft. You start slowly pumping his dick and leave small kisses on his tip. You could hear him breathe heavily. Precum dripping from his tip, you take it a step further. Your lips wrapped around his cock, and his hand goes to your hair. He was gently gripping your hair. You take bobbing your head up and down on his cock with your hands massaging his balls. This was the most attention Miguel's cock has had in months maybe even years. It was mostly him pumping his cock with his huge and calloused hands before you. The view of your plump lips wrapped around him was to die for.

"S-shit just like that, Cariño," He stuttered out.

Cariño..your mind raced. Not many men had the guts to call you pet names but Mr.Tall and Stoic did. That intrigued you. Miguel's hand pushed your head further down. The way you maintained eye contact as your throat took in him was intoxicating. Miguel stares at you with his reddish-brown eyes. Miguel threw his head back from the pleasure releasing in your mouth. You keep your tear-filled eyes on him as the neverending amount of his seed flowed in your mouth. You grin and spit the remaining sperm into your hand.

"Hmm, that was a lot, Miguel. It's been a while hasn't it.." you teased as you stood up.

Miguel nodded slightly as he recovered from his orgasm, still hard, and ready for whatever you had prepared. You quickly wiped your hand and crawl into Miguel's lap. Your lips lightly grazed his lips light as a feather even. Your arms worked their way around his neck. Miguel let out a groan. You were killing him. He's never wanted someone so bad in his life. Your lips connect to his and Miguel's hand trails to your waist. You push your body against his and feel his tongue explore wherever it could in your mouth. He was making you feel good. Usually with male customers, you had to fake attraction, pleasure, and lust. Miguel was different it seemed he wanted to pleasure you more than himself. Miguel leans back onto the bed, and he stares at you almost mesmerized.

"Maybe this wasn't a bad idea.." he mumbled to himself.

You grin and run your hand from his chest to his stomach. You reach over to the dresser grabbing the condoms that were required to use.

"Protection is a must, Handsome." You say as you opened one of the condoms.

You slide the condom onto his cock. You hear him hiss slightly from the feeling. You place your hand back on his chest and lean forward.

"Do you want to take control or do you want to continue to be my little plaything..?" You whispered teasingly.

You expected him to keep his shy and somewhat submissive demeanor but to your surprise, you felt him lift you and set you on the bed. He was now hovering over you with a look you haven't seen from him before. It was animalistic. He was almost looking at you as if you were his prey.

"I think..I'll take control right now," his voice deep, and smooth.

He caught you off guard but you liked that. The man who you previously thought had little to no experience sexually was about to take control. This was about to be interesting.

Miguel leaned back spreading both of your legs gently and placing them on the sides of his waist. He took his shaft in his hand pushing the tip of his cock between your slick folds. His other hand was on your waist. Slowly he starts to push himself into you. You let out a gasp. You could feel every inch of his length enter into you. The feeling of him stretching you out was electrifying.

"Shit so tight, Amor" Miguel mumbled.

Finally bottoming out, Miguel let out a groan and grinned.

"See you took it all..'m so proud, beautiful" He purred

Was this the man you just previously talk to? Something about him was different he seemed..more confident and driven by lust. Miguel starts slowly pulling his hips back and pounding into you. It was deep yet slow. You could feel every inch of his length moving inside you. Both of his hands stayed on your hips firmly. Miguel began to move faster and mumbled sentences in Spanish that you could barely understand. Those 4 years of Spanish in high school didn't do shit...Your eyes were blurry with tears as he pushed into you repeatedly.

"You're taking me so well, Mami. That pretty pussy of yours is loving this isn't it?" He murmured.

You nod as your body felt a jolt every time he pushed himself deep within your walls. Your eyes rolled back, and your moans are almost pornographic.

"S-slow down too much-" You manage to squeak out.

Miguel grinned putting his hand on your stomach where he could see the bulge from his cock.

"Hmm? You gotta say it more clearly f'me to understand you" he purred

You let out a moan, and Miguel leaned over kissing you roughly. His thrusts were still the same deep and fast. You've never had a customer cause you this much...pleasure. Miguel lets out a groan and then stops. You were confused..why did he stop..?

"..What's wrong-" Before you could finish you were cut off. As he pulled out slowly.

"Turn over f'me, hermosa" He said.

You obliged and turned over already knowing what he wanted. You raise your ass, and your face goes down into the pillow. Miguel grabs your waist again and lines himself up with your needy cunt. He pushed himself deep into you again and let out a deep groan as he feels your walls around him. He starts to move again slowly but surely picking up the pace. Your moans were down out into the pillow. Miguel lets a groan out as you push your ass back against him. Miguel moves one of his hands to your ass squeezing it as he pushed into you. You feel him lean over planting kisses on your back.

"Mami, you feel good?" He asked

He asked how you felt? He sure was different from the rest of your customers.

"Y-yes- shit" you mewled out

Miguel mightve been rough but their was a certain gentleness to his kisses on your body. It was almost as if he was...making love to you..? Miguel let out a moan as he kisses your back and neck.

"Shit- 'm gonna come, Hermosa-" he hissed.

You couldn't even hear what he said at this point. His touch your moans drowned out everything around you. You feel yourself about to come undone your body clenched around Miguel. And for the first time in ages you felt yourself come undone. Your back arched and Miguel pushed himself deep into you as he came as well. Miguel moaned as the euphoric state washed over his body. You both felt down on to the bed, Miguel managed to stay inside of you.

"What happened to the shy and quiet guy I met outside..?" You teased as catch your breath.

"You brought something out in me.." he rasped out

"It's only 10:45 you still have an hour and fifteen minutes, my valuable customer" you remind him

Miguel grinned wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I'll make the most of this, and back very soon Miss Candy" He whispered.

"I'll be looking forward to it." You replied.

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[yawnderu]

Parenthood — Miguel O'Hara x Reader

I love putting this man in situations.

Content: You kidnap a wombat and force Miguel to play house with you.

fluff, idiots in love, mutual pining.

"You brought a living wombat into my office." Miguel notes bluntly, staring at you dead in the eyes with an unreadable expression as his slow-moving platform lowers.

"I wanted you to see it." You retort, shooting him a playful smile as you put the heavy creature on the floor, trying not to cringe at the pain on your back from carrying it. You crouch down next to it, petting it like it was a domestic pet, and it lets you.

"You could have sent a picture." Miguel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he mutters in Spanish, not knowing what to make of the situation. Why was it always up to him to handle all this nonsense? He deals with timelines and the multiverse, what the hell does he know about wombats?

"Why on earth did you think you should bring this to my office?" He asks, jumping down from the platform and staring down at you and the not-so-tiny creature, hands on his hips.

"He was so miserable at the zoo! Now he's smiling and laughing— well, not really, but you get what I mean. He looks happier." You retort, looking up at Miguel to give him a sheepish grin.

"You're telling me you kidnapped a wombat just for this?" He looks between you and the wombat, who is now chasing you around. He's... both impressed and amused now. Impressed because you actually managed to do something like that, and amused because you would do something like that.

"What's his name?" He internally punches himself for falling for the bait. He knows he should have sent you away, maybe even have you arrested for stealing a zoo animal, but... you kidnapped the animal to show it to him, and it's playing with you, looking happy. It's... kind of endearing.

"I was thinking about naming him Miguel O'Hara." You answer teasingly as you lay down on the floor of his office, allowing the wombat to climb on top of you as your hands cover your face, feeling its tiny and gentle scratches on them.

"No— that's my name." Miguel says. This is adorable in the most unhinged sort of way, and he can't help but ignore the way the corners of his mouth tilt up slightly.

"Fine, then he'll be... Miggy." You poke your tongue out at him, sitting up as the wombat stays on your lap, being surprisingly calm. You made him tired by running around and letting it chase you.

"You call me that." He answered with a raised eyebrow, glancing between the wombat and you. He can feel his brain leaking out of his ears.

"Are you too selfish to share a nickname with a wombat?" You grin up at him, enjoying teasing him, just like every single time you're together. His reactions are the best, and he's so funny without even realizing, like a grumpy cat.

Miguel simply rolls his eyes, walking over and crouching down in front of you. He stares at you dead in the eye before disengaging his suit on his hand, reaching down to gently pet the wombat. His hands easily dwarfing the head of the animal, yet he's surprisingly gentle.

"Tell you what— this is my child, I'm its mother, and you'll be the father." Yes, you're trying to play house with the damn animal and Miguel. No, Miguel will not stop you, despite the way he rolls his eyes.

"I didn't sign up for this." He replies, yet he keeps petting the animal, scratching behind its ear. This girl could probably kidnap an entire herd of these if she so pleased... and he'd probably join in on it.

"You're insane." He tells her casually, though his words lack the usual bite they carry. "Actually insane." He loves her.

"You still have a huge crush on me, though." You retort teasingly, ignoring the way he's blankly staring at you, burning a hole through your head. He's probably making your head explode in his imagination.

"I don't." Miguel is a horrible liar and he knows it, yet that doesn't mean he won't defend himself against your horrible— but true accusations.

"You totally do." Your smug tone only makes things worse, forcing Miguel to try his best not to roll his eyes so far he could see his own brain. He simply sighs, ignoring you as he starts petting the wombat's tummy.

"Don't speak when I'm petting the baby. Cállate." It seems Miguel is getting a chance at parenthood with you, even when the "baby" is a 30kg marsupial. The thought of it makes the corners of his mouth slightly tilt up, looking down at the animal to hide it, yet you can still see it. The image of it puts a smile on your own face, yet this time, you keep quiet about it.

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[cyberp-1-nk]

[ A LETTER FROM MIGUEL ]

Dear [Y/n],

It's Miguel, Miguel O'Hara. I hope this letter finds you in good spirits, and perhaps with a small degree of curiosity. I assume you've been wondering where I've been, after all, we've shared some pretty incredible moments together, haven't we? But please, don't worry, I've been watching over you, like always.

You're probably wondering why I'm writing this letter, right? It's because I've come to realize something. Despite the fact that we've been through a lot together, I've never really told you how much I care about you. It's a lot, to be honest. More than a lot, really. It's an overwhelming amount, a crushing wave that never breaks. It's like the gravitational pull of a black hole, inescapable, unyielding, and utterly consuming.

I've seen you trying to avoid me, to hide from me. I understand, really I do. The intensity of my feelings can be... a lot. But, I want you to understand something, something very important. You can't hide forever. Not from me, not from us, not from what we could be. I'm not saying this to scare you, but rather to assure you. To assure you that no matter where you go, no matter what you do, I will always be there. In every timeline, in every reality, my heart will always find yours.

I've seen you at your best and at your worst. I've seen you when you're radiant with joy, and when you're shrouded in sorrow. And let me tell you, you are beautiful in all your forms. Just as the stars shine brightest in the darkest night, your light is most entrancing when you're engulfed in shadows. It's a light that I can't ignore, a light that draws me in like a moth to a flame.

I know that all this might be hard for you to understand. After all, we come from different worlds, different realities. But the heart, the heart is a constant in every reality. And my heart... it beats for you. It always has, and it always will.

I want you to understand, I'm not asking for anything from you. I'm not asking for your love, or your affection. I'm not even asking for your understanding. All I'm asking for is your patience. Patience for me to show you how much I care, how much I love you. I promise you, it's a love like no other. It's a love that spans dimensions, a love that transcends time and space.

I'll be seeing you very soon. I don't want to tell you when or where, that would ruin the surprise. But know this, when you see me, when you look into my eyes, you'll see the truth. The truth of my love for you. I hope that when that moment comes, you'll realize that you're not alone. That you've never been alone. That in every reality, in every timeline, I have been, and always will be, with you.

Until then, please take care of yourself.

All my love,

Miguel O'Hara.

#yandere miguel o'hara #yandere miguel x reader #yandere miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse x reader #Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #miguel spider man 2099 #miguel x you #miguel spiderman #this was a little thing i wanted to try out #sorry if hes ooc😭 #yandere x you #yandere x reader

[musingmeaninglessly]

Current state of being; Waiting for Miguel O’Hara to suddenly emerge from a portal beside me and take me the hell away from here…

#miguel o’hara #miguel ohara #miguel spider man 2099 #miguel ohara smut #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel smut #miguel x y/n #miguel x you #miguel o’hara smut #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #Spider-Man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara x reader smut #miguel o’hara headcanon #miguel o’hara fluff

[lacedinweb22]

I’ve been recently seeing an overwhelming amount of fanart representing this white-washed version of Miguel and it feels colorist and racist; can we talk about this? I’ll start -_-

I’ve seen him with light ass skin, a chiseled button nose, like HE IS MEXICAN y’all and throughout the film we see how wide his nose is or how thick his brows are. I know he’s half Irish but LET US HAVE THE FEATURES we’ve been given by the ATSV artists! Look at his nose 🤬🙏

He doesn’t have this thin ass button nose, please. You don’t get to pick and choose which features you want to keep on POC characters! Stop pushing your Eurocentric beauty standards onto the representation we have been given. It’s not even about your own art style, it’s you erasing the beauty and reality of our ethnicity, and showing us that you prefer some false whitified version of us. Of course there are lighter skinned Mexicans and POC but Miguel has been shown to have these specific features that go against Eurocentric beauty standards! I’m so sick of POC in the media being strictly portrayed by lighter skinned, straight thin-nosed, straight hair, etc.!!! There’s room for all of us, and we ALL need/deserve to see ourselves on screen.

Miguel’s character design is so special!!1!1! It reflects this acceptance and progress in media representation of Mexican people! I see him, and I don’t hate my nose as much, and this goes for other POC who see themselves on screen! This representation is so impactful and powerful and by depicting this whitewashed version of him, you’re just erasing the little accurate representation we have. >:(

We can be hot/beautiful/desirable with wide noses, dark skin, thick brows, and all of the other features we’ve been taught to hate about ourselves. Please keep this in mind when drawing/painting/writing about POC characters!!!

Absolutely no hate to any artists. We can all grow and learn from each other!

I wanted to voice this as a Mexican creator because I’m realizing now that some artists truly don’t recognize what they’re doing or the harm they’re causing. It really stings and reinforces insecurities we’ve grown up with and have been trying to heal from when we see people simping-over/preferring this white version of a character who was created and meant to look brown and you know, a person of color, like us.

Let’s appreciate, represent, and support minorities that haven’t nearly been celebrated, seen as the beauty standard, or seen as desirable as white, Eurocentric groups.

I have to fight for my people and I have to fight for my man. Thank you for your time 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❤️‍🔥🇲🇽

#spiderman2099 #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #spider verse #miguel o’hara fanart #miguel spiderverse #miguel spider man 2099 #spider man 2099 art #miguel ohara #miguel o hara #miguel o’hara art #miguel o'hara x reader #spider man 2099 #miguel spiderman #atsv x reader

[spiderlyla]

Okay I know it’s Ghost(COD) content BUT check out “rxvengxrl” on tiktok- tell me that the third most recent video (the one that says a recruit is trying to hit on Ghost) and TELL ME that isn’t something that would happen with Miguel

The reaction is so hottt and now all I can think about is that scenario but with Alchemax Miguel or something

anon single-handedly pulled me out of my writer's block. hope this is okay!

link to tiktok here!

fem!reader × alchemax scientist! miguel o'hara.

Everybody knew better than to disturb Miguel while he was at his station.

He enforced the rule of 'utmost silence' at the lab. Working in genetics required heavy concentration or else he'd have a catastrophe on his hands, something he really didn't want to happen—he had enough to worry about anyway. His colleagues knew not to approach him while he worked, even if they had a question—an intense crimson glare would be your answer if you had tried to ask anyway.

Though, the new hire wasn't really aware of the rules.

"So, Miguel," Twirling a strand of her brown hair, she leaned over the counter. Miguel had a few samples to his left that he'd pick up and observe every once in a while, writing down in papers stamped with the Alchemax logo. Official papers that he needed to fill out in silence. "Can you explain to me again how to put the samples into the centrifuge?"

Miguel was told to be patient since she's new but he knew this had nothing to do with the centrifuge. She's been here for a week, he saw her use the tool a couple of times. "You slide them in." He replied curtly, eyes not leaving the paper as he tried to recall what word he needed to write. "And it's Dr. O'Hara to you."

He wasn't the youngest PhD graduate of his university and a prodigy in genetics for her to just call him by his name.

She didn't take him seriously, evident by her giggling. "Oh, you like being called by your title, hm?" She batted her eyes at him, but again, he was far too occupied by the task in hand. "Sorry, Dr. O'Hara." The playfulness in her voice made him grunt, someone needed to interfer before he really did something that could get him reported to HR—wouldn't be the first time anyway.

She leaned over his desk, blouse popped open at the first few buttons, hand gliding over the papers and resting on his forearm. Miguel briefly looked up through the thin black frames of his glasses, just to glare at Peter, who was in charge of training her. "Say, Dr. O'Hara," The way she put emphasis on the title and his name really ticked him off. "Are you free friday night? There is a party at the nearby club and I don't have a date."

"I can't help you with that. I have dinner plans."

"Mm? with who?"

"Hey, hey, Dana—" Peter rushed to her side, she was almost climbing on the desk now. "Miguel doesn't do parties on Friday night." He tried nudging her away but she was resilient, still looking at Miguel. "Awh, so I'm gonna go all alone? He could use the fun."

"He—He has a girlfriend—Jesus, Dana, let's get back to work—"

At the mention of a partner, Dana looked around, a grin on her face. "I don't see any girlfriend around here."

"If you turn a little to the left, you'll see her."

Miguel finally looked up from his work, eyes softening at the sound of the familiar voice. The three of them looked over to you.

You stood in your usual attire. White lab coat worn over whatever outfit you chose this morning—today spesfically you wore the blue pencil skirt Miguel loved so much. In your hands were two coffee's and a familiar paper bag of the Mexican joint a few blocks away from the headquarters of Alchemax.

"In the flesh."

Dana looked at you in shock, while Peter gently tried to tug her away. Miguel's mouth twitched into a smile, and he had to force himself to look back at his work so no one could catch a glimpse of his beared fangs. "Must be the new recruit, Dana, is it?"

"Um, yeah! Sorry, I didn't mean—"

"Nah, you did." A chuckle erupted out of Miguel and the three of you looked at him. He only looked up at you, the wink you shot him made his smile a little harder to conceal. "Anyways, it's lunch break, Miggy. Got us your favourite."

Dana sneered at the little nickname and finally moved away, you could both hear her grumble while Peter apologised profusly while walking towards her.

An alarm played over the speakers declaring lunchtime, and when all the scientists shuffled out of the lab, Miguel collected his stuff and walked towards you. "Miggy, hm?" He stood infront of you, the smile he'd been trying so hard to conceal finally appearing on his handsome face. "Miggy sounded more obnoxious." His hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you in for a gentle peck.

"It is. You've really outdone yourself, amor." You laughed, Miguel was kissing all over your face now. You gave him the paper bag, fingers brushing against his. "Yeah, Yeah. You're welcome, Mig. What was she even inviting you to?"

"That party the lab techs are throwing, on Friday." He paused, opening the door for you. "I told her I have plans."

"Maybe we should miss the dinner reservation and go to that party." You link your arm with his. "I have just the dress for this. Would love to show her how we dance together."

"Mi vida, behave." His attempt at sounding stern quickly failed when he saw your pout, rendering him unable to even keep the fake frown on his face. "I don't think she could handle seeing that anyway."

"Awh, you care what she can and can't handle? Cause you love her so much, Mm?"

"Ay, don't be like that. You know what I mean."

"I really don't, Miggy."

"That's Dr. O'Hara, to you."

"Mhm, okay, Dr. O'Hara. That better, sir?"

Much better, actually. So much better.

adding the taglist tommrow lol

#miguel o'hara #miguel o hara x reader #astv #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o hara #spider man atsv #spiderman into the spiderverse #miguel fanfic #miguel o' hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x you #miguel spiderverse #miguel spider man 2099 #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara imagine

[pogkorichanart]

Today stupid and little horny doodle of miguel🥴😖

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[mayasooong]

When Peter B asks Miguel to babysit Mayday. Look at them wearing sunglasses 🥺

(I need more Miguel with sunglasses)

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel spider man 2099 #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spider man #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman fanart #miguel fanart #atsv fanart #atsv #spiderman atsv #miguel o’hara fanart #mayday parker #mayday atsv #baby mayday #peter parker #peter b parker #peter b parker atsv

[muchosbesitos]

treat her better

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

warnings: unprotected p in v (be smart 🤨), semi public sex, oral (f and m receiving), choking, smut, and angst

author’s note: hope you all enjoy <3 other woman pt 2 should be out by tmr or the day after 🫡

word count: 4.1k

Your relationship with Miguel was nothing short of difficult when it started, given that he was so detached from the Spider Society after the loss of his daughter. He was the definition of "all work and no play", coming to his office earlier than everybody else and being the last to leave and always rejecting to go out with the group out for drinks. Apart from distancing himself socially, he always found a way to distance himself from you specially at work, pairing you with someone else for missions. You'd given up on trying to form a friendship with Miguel after constant ignoring from him, seeing it as a pointless task.

One night, however, you were surprised to see him actually show up for drinks with you, Peter, and Jess. you figured that Peter probably had pestered him until he finally snapped and agreed, considering he didn't look all too pleased to be spending some time away from HQ. "Miguel, my man! Come, we'll get you set up with some beer," Peter greeted him, waving him to the table as some people around you all turned to look at the screaming man. Miguel shuffled uncomfortably to the table, the realization that the only seat available was between you and Jess hitting you hard. The scent of his cologne overpowered your nostrils, a little part of you surprised that he'd bothered to put this much effort into coming out tonight.

"Girl, you should find someone to spend time with tonight. I mean, when's the last time you got laid?" Jess asked you as she took a sip of her water, the topic of your dating life coming up sooner than you expected. "And you're sure that sleeping with some random man you met a bar is the best way to go?" miguel asked as he drank his beer, his voice more gruff than usual. "Would be better than the stick you have up your ass," you muttered, trying to ignore the way Miguel turned to look at you. You weren't one to shoot back at Miguel’s retorts but you were growing tired by the way he seemed to judge you for everything. From the way that you handled your missions now to where you met men. Luckily for you, Peter came back from the bathroom and started talking about what Mayday had accomplished today.

After a while of talking, you and Miguel were left alone since Jess was taking care of a crying Peter outside. As the two of you sat in silence, you couldn't help but steal a couple glances at Miguel, noticing how handsome he looked in the black button down he had on. "You should take a picture, it'll last longer," he spoke up after a while, his eyes boring into you as he did. You rolled your eyes at his retort, being reminded of the reason why'd you never be stupid enough to go after him. "God, you're such an asshole," you responded and he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at how uncreative you'd been with the insult.

"Tell me, do you still think i'm asshole?" He purred in your ear after he locked the bathroom door. Even with his cock inside of you, he still found a way to get under your skin. You pushed your hips against his, eager to find some type of friction but your movements were quickly stopped when Miguel placed his hands on your hips. "So impatient," he whispered, his breath causing shivers all over your arms. You knew what he wanted you to do, he wanted you to put your pride aside and beg for him but you didn't want to relent. "This would be much easier if you just did what I told you," he told you, a small chuckle escaping from his lips when he saw your defenses start to weaken. He rolled his hips slowly, not enough to please you but just enough to have you wanting more. "Fine. Please just fuck me," you muttered through gritted teeth, already hating yourself for complying.

"See, now we're making progress. Unfortunately, that's not good enough. Beg like you mean it, chiquita," he responded, a small smirk tugging on his lips. You looked up at the mirror, wanting to punch his perfect face but you decided to comply once more. "Miguel, please. I need it," you whined, letting out a soft moan as he thrust his hips once more. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" He teased once more before he set a consistent pace. You hated yourself for submitting to him, in a bar bathroom to top it off, but the way he fucked you made you push those thoughts aside. His balls slapped against your thighs as your back arched while you held against the sink, your fingers rubbing your clit eagerly.

"Hey, are you in here?" Jess called out, knocking on the door and your eyes widened. You wanted to speak up and tell her yes, but you were more worried about letting out a loose moan. "You're gonna have to answer her," Miguel whispered tauntingly as he slowed down his pace. "Y-Yeah! I'm here," you called out to Jess, trying to keep your voice as even as possible. "I'm gonna go home, do you need a ride?" Jess asked, being the protective friend as always and you almost felt guilty for being in this circumstance. "No, I'll t-text you when i get home," you assured her, her footsteps retreating after.

Miguel’s hand went up to your throat, forcing you to look up at yourself in the mirror while he fucked you. Your lipgloss was all tainted from the angry makeout session you had with Miguel earlier and your mascara was rolling down your cheeks. "So pretty taking my cock," he whispered in your ear, his thrusts unrelenting as your walls squeezed around him. He squeezed at your throat gently, your cunt gushing all around his cock and he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "Should've known mi chiquita's into choking," he teased you, his other hand gripping your hips tightly. You let out a loud moan when his cock brushed up against your g-spot only for Miguel to shush you. "Wouldn't want anyone to hear you, hm? Now go ahead and rub your clit for me," he told you, the hand around your throat tightening up slightly.

Your orgasm approached you quickly, your release coating Miguel’s cock as he fucked you through it. He let out a small hiss as your walls clamped around his cock once more, his cum painting your walls white. He pulled out his cock a couple seconds later, grabbing a napkin to clean himself up without giving you a second glance. You were unsure of why you expected Miguel to act differently after you were done, but you couldn't help but feel upset at how quick he had left. You fixed up your lips and wiped away at the mascara dripping from your cheeks, trying to hide your disappointment as you walked out the bar.

Miguel, to no one's surprise, went back to ignoring you during work. You wished that it didn't bother you as much as it did, but a part of you still felt some type of longing towards him. You came back from your mission, staggering through the Society hallways as you headed toward the infirmary. The one time that miguel had spoken to you recently was to tell you to take someone else on the mission, but you decided to defy his orders. You removed the drenched cloth that you'd pressed against the gash as you leaned against the counter, throwing it in the sink. "I told you to take somebody, damn it!" You heard his voice before he came in, his nostrils flaring once he did. "It wasn't that bad, it's just a cut," you tried to downplay the situation despite the stinging pain you felt every time you moved.

You had finished up with cleaning up the gash to notice that Miguel was still standing there, his face contorted in a deep frown. "I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just I can't stand to lose you," he told you, your eyes widening as you looked up to make sure you'd heard him right. "I mean the society can't stand to lose you, as a collective," he clarified, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You pursed your lips and nodded, not wanting to make things more awkward than they already were. You were about to leave when Miguel grabbed your arm, stopping you from grabbing the door knob.

"I know I've been acting like even more of an asshole after the bar, and I'm sorry. You don't deserve that. Can I take you out to make up for it?" He asked you, your mouth dropping a bit in surprise. "Like to hook up?" You asked him, unsure of what to make of the situation. "No, like a date. I've been meaning to ask you on one but i've chickened out. You obviously don't have to," he responded, completely taking you by surprise. Even though you had multiple questions running through your mind, the main one being 'why?', you decided to agree on going out with him.

Miguel took you to a restaurant he'd discovered in Queens one day, the atmosphere surprisingly pleasant for what part of town you were in. As the two of you shared a meal, you couldn't help but feel Miguel’s gaze on you once more. "Is there something on my face?" You asked him, a little embarrassed but he let out a small chuckle. "No. I just haven't taken the time to really look at your eyes. They're really beautiful under this lighting," he responds, taking a sip from his Coke. "You should cut them up and put them in a jar. Look at them everyday," you responded, using the same strategy he had at the bar. "I would but they look so much prettier when they're attached to your face," he responded, clearly amused by your statement.

The rest of the night was full of playful banter and teasing between the two of you, never a dull moment. Despite all the ways that miguel had found to piss you off and the constant avoiding he'd done, you found yourself wanting to know more and more about him as he shared. He offered you his coat once you two had left the restaurant, giving you a small kiss on the cheek before you two started the walk back home. "I really liked hanging out with you, chiquita. Would you like to go on another date?" He asked you once he escorted you to your room at the society, a hopeful smile on his face. "I'd love to," you responded, grabbing his shoulder and stood up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

After that, you and Miguel found time to go on more dates and you couldn't help but fall in love with him a bit more with every bit that he shared. He was very easy to talk to when he wasn't agitated or annoyed, and he seemed to remember all the small details that you shared with him. He wasn't one for big romantic gestures, but he conveyed his emotions with every date that he took you on, treating you like you were the only person worth spending time with. Even members at the society had started to comment on how happy the two of you seemed together, Peter claiming that he knew this was bound to happen.

The first time that you and Miguel had sex as a couple was a complete 180 from the dusty, sticky bar bathroom. He'd decorated the room with some battery-powered candles and put some flowers on the nightstand to provide the perfect atmosphere. He laid you down on the bed when you came into the room, taking it slow as he kissed you. His hand up to your cheek, gently stroking it as his mouth completely invaded yours, taking as much as he could. His tongue and yours moved in perfect synchrony, soft moans escaping from your lips as he did. His lips moved down to your neck, leaving a couple open-mouthed kisses before biting down, wanting to mark you as much as possible. He was careful not to inject you with his venom as his fangs grazed through your skin, his tongue soothing the sting that his teeth had left.

He took his time undressing you, letting out a whistle as he saw the red lingerie you had put on just for him. "You look so pretty like this," he murmured against your skin, his hands moving down to your breasts. His hands lightly kneaded your tits through the bra, sometimes squeezing and tugging at them just so he'd feel them pebble up through your bra. He took it off after teasing your tits for a while, his mouth instantly attaching itself to the right one as he began his attack. His tongue ran over the pebbled nub while his hand massaged the other one, letting out a small chuckle at how you were squeezing your thighs already. Your hands instantly flew to his hair, tugging lightly as he bit down on the soft flesh, giving you a couple matching hickeys.

His fingertips hooked on your waistband before he slowly started to slip your panties off, putting them in his pocket for later use. He pressed small kisses on your thighs, spreading them wider as he got closer to your cunt. He bit down on the inside of your thigh, your hand instantly reaching down to grip his hair. "Prettiest pussy I've ever seen," he whispered before he started to slurp on the juices clinging to your folds. You let out a moan as his tongue sucked and slurped at your pussy, Miguel was eating you out like a man starved. You started grinding your hips against his face in hopes to get more friction but he pushed your legs down, keeping an iron grip on your thighs. "Be patient, corazón."

Miguel let out a small groan as your pussy clamped around his finger, barely open enough to take just one. He slowly started pumping it in and out of you, your soft whimpers filling his ears as he did. His mouth went over to your clit, giving it a couple kitten licks before flicking the neglected nub. Once he came to the realization that your pussy had opened up a bit more, he pushed a second finger in and curled them upwards to hit your g-spot with every pump he did. "Mig! Mig!" You moaned out, unable to say anything else as his fingers continued to thrust inside of you. "I know, chiquita. You're taking me so well," he cooed, the vibrations of his voice against your clit sending shivers down your spine. Your toes curled as you felt the coil inside of you tightening up, almost at at the point of snapping completely.

You came all around his fingers, your back hitting the bed once you did. He took his fingers out of your cunt and looked directly at you as he sucked off your juices. You took a couple seconds to come down from the euphoria that you'd felt before getting down on your knees in front of Miguel. He let out a small chuckle at your eager display, his hand coming to your cheek as he stroked it gently. "Qué bonita," he remarked, his cock twitching a bit in his boxers as he saw your doe eyes looking directly at him. (how pretty) You took your time taking off his boxers as he'd done with you, letting out a soft gasp when his cock hit his stomach.

Your tongue slowly swirled around the red tip, your fingers working the precum that had leaked out all throughout the shaft. Miguel kept his hand on your cheek as you started to suck him off, letting out a small hiss as you ran your tongue down the underside of his cock. You tried to fit him in all in your mouth, but you ended up with tears in your eyes as you gagged on it. "Always so greedy," Miguel commented, his hand on the back of your head as he eased you into it. You settled on taking what you could in your mouth for now and wrapping your hand around the base, both of them working in tandem to give Miguel the pleasure that he deserved.

You took his balls in your mouth, struggling to fit them both in your mouth as your hand stroked his cock, tightening up ever so slightly from time to time. Miguel let out soft moans as you did, his grip on the back of your head tightening up just the slightest bit. You flattened your tongue when he asked you to, your cheeks instinctively hollowing as he started to thrust his cock in your expecting mouth. "You were made for taking this cock, chiquita," he moaned as he started to speed up his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You kept your eyes on him as he used your mouth like his own personal fleshlight, the sight just being enough to make him cum.

The cum dribbled down your chin as you struggled to contain it all in your mouth, only swallowing once Miguel allowed you to. He helped you get up from the floor, his hands on your hips as he kissed you, overwhelmed at the combined taste of you and him. "Get on your hands and knees," he told you, his cock already starting to get hard again for round two. You did as he told you, shaking your ass a bit as you waited for him to get on the bed. "Looks like iI'll have to fuck the impatience out of you," he told you before he slowly started to push his cock inside your pussy.

Your hands gripped the sheets as he started to thrust in and out of you slowly, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix every time. Miguel grabbed your hands, causing you to fall down on your stomach, and held them against your back as his heavy balls slapped against your pussy with every thrust. He couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he saw you wiggle underneath, your face contorted into one of pleasure. "Feels good, nena? Yeah?" He cooed, knowing that you couldn't let out anything but moans of his name at the moment.

You let out a louder moan when you felt one of the ridges of his cock brush up against your g-spot perfectly, your pussy clamping and gushing all over his cock. "Right there, Miguel!" You mewled as you cried onto the pillow, unable to do anything but take it. He sped up with his thrusts, fucking you like a rabbit in heat as he made it a goal to keep it at that angle. His other hand went down to your clit, rubbing small precise circles on it as your pussy clamped around him like a vice. You felt your orgasm approaching you quickly, your vision slowly starting to black out as you squeezed around him tightly.

Miguel came a couple seconds after you did, the part of him that wanted to see you swollen with his children and your tits full of milk fucking the cum back into you. He pulled out slowly, both of you letting out a small hiss as he did. He got both of you dressed and cleaned up before he laid in bed with you, holding you close to his chest as he started to draw small figures on your back with the tip of his talons. You felt a small shiver run down your back as he did but you felt assured that he wouldn't put enough pressure to actually cut you with them. You drifted off to sleep as soon as you closed your eyes, Miguel’s body heat providing you with warmth that no heated blanket could ever compare to.

Eventually after that night, your relationship with Miguel started deteriorating slowly. It started off slowly, with him not giving you small gifts that reminded you of him anymore to just flat out cancelling dates with you. You really tried to be understanding, knowing that he has a duty to the Spider Society and the multiverse, but you craved the warmth of just having your boyfriend around. It felt like he didn't need to put any effort now that he'd gotten to be with you, almost like he was reassured by the fact that you wouldn't leave him. The change in your mood was noticed by most of the members at the Society, most of them making up theories as to why you looked so upset all the time.

"Hey girl, what's going on?" Jessica approached you, sitting across the table as you ate your empanada. "Nothing's going on. How's it going with the baby?" You tried to deflect away from her question but the look on her face was telling you that she wouldn't allow it. The two of you stayed silent for a couple seconds, just looking at each other until one broke first. "It just feels like Miguel stopped putting in the effort into our relationship, like it didn't matter once we had sex. And I keep making up excuses for every time that he ends up not showing up to our dates but I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this," you confided in her, her eyes softening up as you finished speaking. This was why you didn't want to share your problems, you didn't want to get that look of pity.

"Look, Miguel may be my friend and all but I've gotta tell you, he's a serious workaholic with no idea how to prioritize what's important to him. If this continues, you'll just end up making more and more excuses for him and you'll end up unhappy. Just wait out to see what happens for a little bit longer before you make any rash decisions though," she offered a bit of advice, rubbing your shoulder as she left. You took her words into consideration, knowing that she had a point but you couldn't help feeling like you were betraying Miguel by ending things.

As you waited in the couch of your apartment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment when Miguel had failed to show up once more. You were starting to fall asleep when the bright flashing lights from the portal woke you, Miguel’s tall frame looming over you. "Sorry I couldn't make it. I got busy with taking care of an anomaly," he told you and you didn't have in you to argue anymore, so you simply nodded. "It's okay, Miguel," you told him despite the pain you felt in your chest as you looked at him. "I’ll make up to you, I promise," he told you, dipping his head down to kiss your forehead before walking off to the bedroom.

You called off the following days from work, wanting to clear your mind far from Miguel as you considered if this was truly what you wanted from a relationship. While the idea of leaving Miguel behind you was painful, you couldn't help but wonder if you were only sticking around for the memories. If it was because of wishful thinking that he'd come around to being the sweet, loving boyfriend he'd once been to you. You decided to call Miguel over that night to see if you could try to talk things out with him, how your relationship could be better.

"Look, just because you took time off work doesn't mean that everyone has the damn luxury to skip out whenever they want. Now, what did you call me over about?" Miguel asked you once he arrived at your apartment, his attention still on that stupid gizmo. You quickly came to the realization as you really took the time to look at him for the first time in a while that this relationship would never be a priority to him and that you'd been stupid enough to hope that he would change. "Well? I was in the middle of a briefing," he told you, tapping his foot on the floor expectedly as he folded his arms. You kept your voice even as you spoke the next sentence, not wanting to end on a bad note with him by yelling.

"I want to break up with you, Miguel."

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[teatroll]

For my fellow MIGUEL O'HARA × FEM!READER lovers (forgive me father for this brain rot)

Anyways, MDNI --- NSFW headcanon below (one but juicy like Miggy's a-), swearing (obv) and (maybe, just maybe) self-projected kinks (we are all delulu for this man, let's face it)

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• first things first - let's all agree Miguel is a very passionate lover (and i don't mean he just fucks you roughly, he knows how to be gentle and rub you just the right way to make you see stars)

• he's a man who knows how to balance out his hunger for you, though sometimes he gets a bit carried away

• you just make his head spin in circles, he can't help himself

(and now's the time for that headcanon)

• he just LOVES to please you. Miguel eats you out like a true gentleman he is, and the best part is - it's just the thing that gets him off as well

• my guy can finish without even touching himself once - just hearing you plea and whimper as you squirm and roll your hips under him is enough for him to cream his pants

• you haven't gotten down from your high for what feels like hours (what orgasm was that, 7th? 8th? you stopped counting a long time ago)

• your wrists are stuck to the bedhead with Miguel's webs tightly wrapped around them, cutting off blood circulation almost completely yet you don't feel them get numb, your head too high in the clouds to notice

• your throbbing clit so overstimulated that every touch forces a series of choked moans out of you as you reach your peak yet again, rolling your eyes in pure ecstasy

• you do, however, notice Miguel's grip on your thighs tighten, nails digging deeper into your skin as a low growl rumbles in his throat and right into your folds, making you whimper his name breathlessly

• a moment of calm follows, as you both try to compose yourself - his forehead pressed to your inner thigh, his hot heavy breath tickling your skin; eyes closed shut, your juices dripping down his chin - the whole sight just so captivating it makes you whine

• Miguel glances up at you - eyes drowsy and pupils wide blown, like he genuinely was intoxicated - he is, but on YOU, and he makes it known, as the corners of his lips curl up into a grin and he bites your inner thigh teasingly

• that's enough for a familiar knot to form inside your core as another whiny moan of his name rolls off your tongue

• and that settles how the rest of the night is gonna play out

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(i feel like i need a shower after that... and jesus)

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x you #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara smut #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spider man 2099

[sagepinkheart]

Victorian!Reader x Vampire!Miguel O’Hara

YALL DONT UNDERSTAND HOW LONG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SCENARIO IM LITERALLY BLUSHING AND KICKING MY FEET

Warnings/CW: Bl00d, biting, violence, reader gets chased

Crack.

She is now wide awake. This is the third time that she’s heard aggressive rustling from the thorny white roses that lie on her balcony. She doesn’t want to, but she knows that she should investigate. After all, it’s still her palace, even if it is ran by her aristocrat father.

She swings her feet to the side of her bed, her nightgown(https://pin.it/8mKPiAN) draping over as she is slipping into her flats that lie beneath her bed frame. The slapping of the souls of said flats echo through the dark and empty corridors, the only light being the one shining through the big Palladian stained glass windows.

She enjoys the silence. It’s a great contrast from the bustling noise of everyday life in a palace full of elegant snobs and yes men. She strolls with much grace, a trail of white tulle and lace followed behind closely as she dragged her steps. She reaches the entrance to the garden, the place she feels most at ease, and where she can see where the noise is coming from, or who it’s coming from.

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The grass crunched beneath her feet as she took cautious steps through the garden, leaving the glass greenhouse and entering a large field of roses that sprawled for miles. The cool wind blew her gown that dragged along her feet, a chill running up her spine as the night ran cold and moon shined bright.

Crack.

She was grasped out of her trance when she heard the same rustling sound. She approaches the area in which the sound had come from, the hope of a stray cat being her only drive to investigate. As she got closer and closer to an emptier part of the rose field, she saw what looked to be a tall dark figure.

A man maybe? Her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the night, and she was right. A man stood there maliciously, his back facing her. He sported a white shirt which needed to be laced at the neckline with ruffles at the hems and pants a shade of burnt sienna(https://pin.it/6VibqO7). There was a red stain on his shirt, which surprisingly made her feel less threatened. He could just be a drunk from the gala whom overstayed his welcome.

His pointy left ear twitched as she approached him, her intentions to escort him out and get her chauffeur to take him back to his estate. He turned his head to face her, looking over his shoulder. Those eyes, those dastardly crimson eyes. They glowed, like the roses that lie dead around him. She could stare at them forever. She was intrigued, yet, terrified. Her eyes trailed down to what he was standing over.

A corpse that seemed to be one of her nightly watch guards lie dead in front of him.

Her fight-or-flight senses took over as she slowly took a step back. Step after step, her arms folded to her chest with her palms out, her body language telling him to ‘stay back’. Walking turned into running. She turned away and ran through the field, in hopes of signaling one of the servants.

As she turned back to see if he was following her, she was met with his face right in front of her. How could he have ran so fast? Before she could comprehend anything, he pinned her to the ground. The roses squashed under them. He pinned her wrists to the sides of her head, straddling her with his muscular thighs.

They stayed like that for a while, panting while looking into each other’s eyes. She notice that his mouth was oozing blood, assuming it wasn’t his.

She wanted to scream, oh so she wanted to scream her lungs out until steam rose from her throat. Shrill an echoing screech that would alert the whole earth that she was going to die. But she couldn’t. The lump in her throat stopped even the smallest of whines from escaping her lips.

He started to lean over her, the tension thick enough to cut with a butcher knife. Then, he stopped. His face sitting right above the soft skin of her neck. She tensed up. Was he going to kill her? Was he showing mercy? She had no clue. She softened a bit after he had stopped and let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he sunk his teeth into her neck. She let out a hallowing shriek, one she didn’t know she could do. How could his teeth go through her skin so easily?

Amidst the excruciating pain, she felt him start to suck. Wait…she’s heard about this before. A creature with pale skin, sharp fangs, and a desire for blood. But it was surely just a myth…right?

He only had one of the three qualities though. His hair a chestnut brown and his skin a fine caramel. But he had eyes a shade of scarlet and teeth sharper than blades, not to mention he stood a whopping 6’9 ft.

He sunk his teeth deeper, cueing another hair-raising scream. His talons dug into your wrists, instantly causing bruising. Blood started to spill from the open wound on your neck, painting the white roses red. He retracted his fangs and sat up, staring into her eyes as he licked the remaining blood off of his upper lip. There was still some blood on his chin, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. Actually she felt quite faint. A lot of blood had been drawn and the pure shock alone could send her into a coma any minute.

She felt her eyelids get heavy as blood drew from her face, a white cast bestowed upon her skin. He started to take notice of her drowsy expression. He said one word to her. “Rest.” That was the last thing she heard before she fell unconscious, drifting off into a far away land in her head.

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He watched the girl as she lie numb. Her head shifting to the right as her body relaxed. He hadn’t planned to knock her out, but he couldn’t help himself. Her blood was so delectable, like the blood of a new born, or someone who had never been ill. Goodness, he wanted more. He bit down on his wrist, fighting his aggressive temptations. He stood up, staring down at the body in front of him.

She was beautiful. Breathtaking even. If he were human, he would definitely court her as his own. Oh wait…if he were human. Flashbacks of her terrified face flashed through his mind. How could someone like her love a monster like him? His eyes trailed to the bite mark his fangs left on her warm neck. Oh to get another taste before disappearing into the night. He fought himself again, he didn’t want to kill her to fuel his own hunger.

The screams. He knew someone must’ve heard them. He had to hurry to return her to her chambers. He looked back down at her, admiring her beauty. He suddenly heard motion in the palace. This was his cue to escape, but he was not in favor of leaving her lying outside, for fear of another vampire finding her.

He put his hands under upper back and her knee, like a groom carrying a bride. He walked slowly through the field, each step making the roses around him wither. He saw what looked to be her room, the one he had been briefly watching her from. With one step back, he leaped onto the balcony. Pushing back the curtains, he approached her canopy bed. He carefully placed her down on the silk sheets, crossing her arms over her chest. He towered over her resting body, her breathing playing as music through his ears.

It felt like the first time he saw her, at her father’s gathering, which was just another silly event for him to boast about his political success. He still remembers that night, you stood on the side, sipping Claret and Hock wine. Your gown as ravishing as always.

Unexpectedly, fast footsteps were heard around the door. A guard bursts through it, pointing his index finger at the brunette. “Hey!”, he shouts, motioning to the intruder that stands over the woman. The vampire sprints towards the balcony, hopping onto the railing. He glances back at the sleeping woman, taking a final mental image, before dashing off into the night.

I wrote this during school so like it’s kinda rushed, but if y’all want a part 2 or a flashback to the gathering then I’ll be more than happy to serve.😛

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[miceonpluto]

Anomaly 888

Part 1 Part 2

Next part is finally out!! Biggest thank you to my best friend and editor Leeks, this fic wouldn’t be nearly as good without her help🫶🏾Little translation not for characterization purposes, “sin duda” in this context means “without a doubt” not “definitely” as google translate will lead you to believe hehe Let me know what you guys think PLEASE feel free to go insane in the comments its so fun. Also let me know if you wanna be on my tag list for this fic!! Okay now enjoy hehe

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“Miguel don’t you think you went a liiiiiitle too far?” A woman’s voice said from somewhere above you.

“If little anomalía here hadn’t tried to run away I wouldn’t have needed to snatch her like that.” You recognized that voice from earlier. It was the same smooth baritone that taunted you while they took you from your home. His name is Miguel?

“She passed out dude. You could’ve at least tried to explain before you brought her here.” The woman's voice was much closer this time, it sounded as if she were right next to your ear. You groggily opened your eyes and all you saw was red. Where even was here? Your head spun and you groaned as you tried to stand on numb legs, so numb that you had to lean against the wall for support. Once you felt stable enough, you stood up straighter and looked around. A small lady in pink heart glasses and a white trench coat suddenly hovered above your nose, she was so close that you had to cross your eyes to properly look at her. “Oh you’re awake! Hiii~” She chirped. You recoiled and hit the wall behind you and just as quickly as she appeared, she was back outside of the glass.

You hadn’t realized how confining this room was until then, all four walls were so close that you couldn’t fully outstretch your arms in any direction. “Where am I!” You shouted to the two blurry silhouettes that stood behind the red walls. “Jess, she’s awake.” The deep voice you now know belonged to a man named Miguel called out and a third person walked up, now there were two people and…a pixie? All ogling you like you were a caged animal at the zoo. The tallest one walked closer and tapped the glass twice with his knuckles and the frosted glass became transparent. You could see each person clearly, a black woman with a sleek red jacket stood in front of the cell, gently caressing her round stomach. The little pixie with glasses sat on her shoulder with her legs crossed, she tilted her head and smiled at you when she caught your eye. Next to the two of them, was him. His previously red eyes were now brown and looking down at you indifferently. You took note of his large biceps, now feeling a little better about how easy it was for him to take you away. He was wearing a skin tight suit that reminded you of SpiderWoman’s back home, he even had a similar spider stretching across his broad figure, though his design was a bit different. He had his hands on his hips and quirked his brow when you furrowed your own and shouted at him.

“Who the hell are you!? How’d you get in my room?! Why were you going through my stuff?! You abducted me!” You felt your blood boil as you got more and more angry at the absurdity of the situation. You glared at him and his slightly irritated stare only angered you more. “Are you done?” He asked, visibly unamused. “I-“ You started to speak again but he cut you off.

“Great. I’m Miguel O’Hara. My accomplice here is Jess,” The dark skinned woman nodded at you.

“The other is Lyla, my artificial intelligence companion.” Miguel continued.

“Awwwww you think I’m your companion?” Lyla crooned.

“Shut it. I’m being professional.” Miguel snapped and Lyla giggled in response. He rolled his eyes and continued.

“I’m only going over this once.” He said and took a deep breath, “You’re in Nueva York in the year 2099, this is my universe. I’m this city’s one and only Spider-Man. You belong to earth888, you’re here because your SpiderWoman reported you as a potential anomaly. There can only be one, and only one spider in each universe and for some reason, yours had two, you being the second. Your very existence could disrupt the canon and cause a multiversal collapse so I took you from your universe.” He rambled off so fast and with so much information it made you lightheaded. Multiverse? What does he mean my SpiderWoman? The audience of three could tell you were dazed by the info dump and Miguel sighed. He pinched his brow and pressed a few buttons on the watch he was wearing and the red walls that surrounded you began to slowly recede into the floor below.

“You just need to see it for yourself.” He said as he reached for your wrist. You jerked it back, “See what? Where are you taking me?” You demanded to know. He grabbed your wrist and slipped a white band on it. “What is this?!”

“A day pass. It’ll keep your atoms from glitching out and killing you.” He sighed as Lyla teased him. “I told you to give her the debrief in her room.” She hovered over to him and poked his cheek.

That reminded you, “Hey! How’d you get in my room?!”

“I followed you.”

“How’d you find me?”

“Your spider led you to me.”

“She…” You hesitated, “She wouldn’t do that! If you really are from another universe, how’d you get into mine?”

“With this.” Miguel held up his watch, its little monitor beeped and flashed quietly.

“What is it?”

“None of your business.” He said condescendingly.

“Except for the fact that it is because it’s the entire reason you were able to abduct me and bring me to wherever the hell I am now!” Your voice raised at the end of your sentence.

“All in a day’s work.” He completely blew you off, thwipped a web onto your shoulder and pulled you along with him.

“You don’t have to leash her like a dog Miguel.” Jess scoffed while walking along his other side.

“Maybe if she didn’t yap like one I wouldn’t have to.” He quipped. The four of you walked out of the dim room and down a long hallway. The chatter of many many voices began to get louder the further you walked, the bright light from the end made you squint and you had to blink a few times to adjust to your new surroundings. When they did, you were absolutely floored.

The hallway had opened up to a gigantic building that seemed to go up forever. Hundreds of spider people of every shape and size could be seen in every direction. Some swinging from the support beams, some standing and talking on the walkways that ran along the wall and up towards the ceiling, a lot of them greeted Miguel as you walked past. Other people stopped and stared at you being pulled along behind him, and you suddenly became very aware of how ridiculous you looked being led around like an animal. You quickened your steps so you could stay at Miguel’s side and give the web enough slack to hopefully be hidden. He looked down at you and began to speak. “Everyone here is a spider from their perspective universe. In each universe, they’re the only one. But here…” He stopped and looked around, “here they’re not. They have others like them.” You looked up at him and when his eyes met yours, you could see a glimmer of sadness sparkling somewhere beneath the surface. “I started this organization to unite the multiverses and keep everything in order so when people like you pop up, it’s my job to look into it.”

“But…I was just trying to help.” You said.

He sighed, “We all are.” He held his watch up to a keypad on a large gray door and it beeped and shone green. His voice hardened as he continued, “But that’s not your job.” The doors slowly opened and the four of you stepped inside.

“So I should just let people get robbed? Killed? Even if there’s something I can do to stop it?”

“There’s nothing you could do to stop it anyways. You couldn’t even catch the robber on 64th yesterday.”

“But-Hey! How’d you know about that?!”

Miguel ran his hand down his face. “I was there. Your spider was the robber and the woman she “stole” from was her girlfriend. They picked up her purse right after you left.”

You twiddled your fingers and tried to come up with a good excuse. “Well at least I got her purse. And the robber was…I was just having an off day.” You played with the hem of your sleeve and looked at the ground.

He stepped in front of you and looked at you earnestly. “We can’t afford to have off days.”

You hummed, not sure what to say next. He gently tugged at the web, urging you to follow him to a wall of labeled storage lockers. He stopped at one labeled Anomaly 888. “If you were there when that happened…” you thought out loud, “You stole my suit!”

“I confiscated it.” He said without looking down and typed in the code for the locker. A888. Pretty on the nose. Inside was the duffle bag from the night before, Miguel took it out and handed it to Jess, who had already sat down in front of the many large monitors in the center of the room.

“Run diagnostics on this stuff. Scan every page and have her suit analyzed.” He said while unzipping the bag and pulling your suit out. You were relieved to see it was in perfect condition. Jess nodded and laid your things out on a large table while Lyla began to scan your suit with her phone.

“I have some things to take care of, I’ll be in my office if you need me.” He said and pulled you with him, you took one long, sad look at your suit before the doors shut behind you. You tried to memorize the path you took to get to the office. Left, left, left, then a right. There’s a bathroom, and a restaurant is around the second corner. Your stomach growled. Whatever’s in there smelled so good. “You hungry?” Miguel cocked his head towards the restaurant. “You heard that? Over all these people?” You asked, feeling your face flush.

“I hear everything.” He said with a subtle smile and led you to the menu.

“Hey boss! What’ll it be?” A spiderman in a white suit wearing a chef's hat bounced up to the counter and leaned on the counter.

“Just a coffee for me. And whatever she wants.” Miguel said, gesturing to you.

“Ooooh~ who’s the lady? I haven’t seen her around here before.” The chef sang.

“Oh! I’m-“ you started to introduce yourself but Miguel cut you off.

“She’s not staying.”

The chef seemed to get the memo and asked “Well Miss Not Staying, what can I getcha?” He asked with a wink.

“I’ll just have a turkey sandwich please.” The chef disappeared into the kitchen and came back with your orders surprisingly quick. You and Miguel thanked him and continued on your way to the office.

Right, left, right. He led you through two intricately carved metal doors and flipped a switch when they closed behind you. Evening light flooded the room as the large window blinds rolled themselves up. His office was gorgeously furnished, bookshelves lined three of the walls, all completely stacked with stacks of books, papers, magazines, notebooks, and various other trinkets. Huge potted plants lined the perimeter of a cozy looking blue couch that sat up against the other free wall. Above the couch were various picture frames, filled with what looked like children’s drawings. A grand mahogany desk and plush arm chair sat in the middle of the room on top of an extravagant rug. The desk itself was pretty bare, save for a single picture frame and a long rectangle that ran horizontally along the far side of the desks perimeter. “This is beautiful.” You said breathlessly. “Infinite universes, infinite spidermen, one of them is bound to be an interior designer.” He said and sipped his coffee. You began to walk towards the couch but you stepped on a little toy car and fell backwards. Miguel pulled the web on your shoulder up and set you back on your feet. “Thanks.” You exhaled. He hummed in response. You looked down and carefully tiptoed over colorful blocks and little dolls strewn about the floor. You sat in the middle of the couch while Miguel got settled in at his desk. “Do you have kids?” He froze and looked up at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place. Grief? Anger maybe? “What?” He asked with an edge that made you uneasy. “I just assumed…because of the toys on the floor and stuff.” You said, almost apologetically.

“Oh.” He said flatly and peered down at the toys. “Those are Mayday’s toys. Peter B’s daughter.”

You nodded your head and looked around the room awkwardly while taking the occasional bite of your sandwich.

He pressed a button on the desk rectangle and a large floating screen hummed to life above a keyboard that was being projected onto the wood. He began typing furiously and you sank further into the couch as boredom began to set in. “Why am I even here?”

He glanced at you briefly then diverted his attention back to the screen. “Would you rather be back in solitary?” You shook your head. “Then cállate. Stop complaining.” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, “I can't let you out of my sight until I figure out what to do with you.”

“So I have to sit here and wait for you to be finished?”

“Dios mío!“ He snatched a random book off of the shelf next to you and plopped it in your lap.

An Extensive History of the Discovery and Exploration of the Multiverse. You flipped through the thick book and scanned the tiny words. It could have been an interesting read if it wasn’t full of scientific words that hadn’t yet been invented in your timeline. You tried to lay on your side to get more comfortable, but the web connecting you and Miguel tugged his hand down. “Sorry.” You muttered as he scowled at you and snapped the string off of him.

Soon the sun had fully set and the bright lights of the city illuminated the office. You’d pretended to be sleep for the past hour, you kept your breathing steady and occasionally peaked to see if he was getting tired too. You could tell Miguel was trying to fight off sleep by the drowsy droop of his eyes and hunch of his back. He yawned and his sharp canines gleamed. Your breath hitched at the sight of them and you tried to keep your breathing consistent. That quick glimpse of his fangs reminded you what could go wrong if you messed this up. He shut off his computer and placed the picture frame on his desk face down. “Buenas noches mi chiquita.” He said softly. Who was he talking to? You wondered, but caught yourself before you let your mind wander any further. You needed to focus. You kept your eyes closed and waited until his breathing had leveled out to open them again. When it did, you peered over at him. His arms were crossed and he was leaned back comfortably in his chair. You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you had worked up the courage to slowly stand up and wrap Miguel’s discarded web around your wrist so it wouldn’t drag along the floor behind you. You tip toed your way towards the door, making sure to not to disturb any of the toys that tripped you earlier.

You held your breath as you cracked open the office door painstakingly slowly and slipped out as soon as the gap was big enough for you to do so. You closed it behind you and as soon as it clicked shut, you took off. The compound was eerily still and quiet, the lively atmosphere had been drained from the walls and all that was left was the quiet echo of your footsteps and shallow breaths. You passed the restaurant from earlier so you knew you were going in the right direction. You skidded to a stop once you made it to an intersection. You came right left right on the way here so now…you looked down either hallway and bit your lip unsure of which way to go. You shook your head and decided to go left, since you were coming from the opposite direction. “Right then left”, you whispered to yourself when you came upon two more intersections and sprinted through the empty building until you made it back to the familiar storage room doors. “Damn it.” You hissed once you realized you didn’t have a watch to open the doors. Upon closer inspection, you saw one door was left slightly ajar, you tried to get a good grip with your fingertips on the edge and pry it open but to no avail.

There wasn’t enough space for you to get a solid hold on it. You stood there anxiously until you remembered the web wrapped around your wrist. Perfect. You yanked the other end off of your shoulder and slung it onto the door. It stuck! You took a few steps back and pulled as hard as you could. It didn’t budge. You turned around and pulled the string over your shoulder and trudged forward, slowly the door gave way and you internally rejoiced once you finally got it open wide enough for you to get inside. You wrapped the web back around your wrist and felt your way along the wall to find the lockers. There was barely enough light for you to see the labels engraved on them but you eventually found yours. You tapped the keypad and its faint blue light shone bright enough for you to see the letters and numbers on it. A888. You typed in the password and the locker popped open. You reached inside and found the duffle bag. The zipper was way louder than you expected it to be and you winced as it broke the silence. Your suit was neatly folded inside and you quickly put it on and put the straps of the duffle bag on your shoulders as if it were a backpack. Time to go. You weren’t really sure what direction would lead you out and away but you didn’t have time to think about that. You picked a random direction to go and you started swinging across the pillars with your borrowed web.

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Miguel opened one eye and scanned the room. You were gone. “Lyla.” He whispered. She flickered to life on the desk below and yawned. “Do you know what time it is?”

“Has ev-What? What do you mean, you don’t even sleep? Why the hell are you yawning?” She shrugged, “I like to pretend.”

He rolled his eyes. “Has everyone evacuated?” Lyla scrolled through her phone and gave him a thumbs up.

“Activate discrete lockdown.”

“Done.” She said as she followed him across the room. “Are you sure you can catch her? You’ve given her quite the head start.”

Miguel cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders as he stepped out of the office.

“Sin duda.”

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Thanks again for reading!!

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Reading Spider-Man 2099 comics and love strange 2099

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Could I request Miguel O’Hara x Fem Scientist who has been rivals with him before he became Spiderman, and over the years has developed a crush on him

Ugh yess i feel at some point in any miggy fict the reader has some typa conflict with him totally understandable cause he is a lot to handle.

My pretty scientist

pairing:Miguel o’hara+fem reader

warning:small amounts of smut, plot, getting ate out, pussy drunk, MIGUEL IS A WHOLE WARNING AS IT IS,

“Mr. O’hara this is scientist y/L/n” you step closer trying to get a better look at the man he moved around on the spinning chair then stops and looks up locking eyes with you he scoffs and then looks down.

something in that moment made you hate him you despised him but you chose to ignore him you go on for the rest of your walk through figuring things out.

weeks to months went by Miguel saw you as a rival and not an equal that made you so mad but it didn’t stop that little crush you had on him every thing about him made you like him more even tho he was a total asshole.

soon coming up on your second year mark he started acting weird not coming to work as much showing up late he always looked tense tired so you decided to do something crazy instead of asking him what’s wrong you decided to follow him.

after work you followed him out for some reason he didn’t walk to his car as usual but into an alleyway close by he stops and you hide behind the wall turning just enough to see him he yanks his top off leaving his very toned upper body out his veins turning red his eyes glowing claws come outta his fingers he jumps on the wall crawling up it then jumping to the next building out of sight.

you go home scared outta your mind trying to forget about it you make it into your bed room getting ready for bed thinking of calling in sick the next day you get in bed ready to just forget before you hear a screech at the window looking up fast only to see miguel eyes red hair messy breathing hard the sight was so unholy you slowly walk to the window opening it he pushes in slowly towering over you, you back up and fall onto the bed you try you get to get back up before he’s right on top of you trapping you.

“I promise I didn’t see anything please don’t hurt me” you whispered trying to hide your face in the covers he pushed his head into the side of your neck then relaxed his body and grabbed your legs spreading them so he could lay between them caressing your sides kissing your neck his fangs scratching your skin making goosebumps scatter on your skin.

"Y/n you feel good" he groans out the pool in your panties keeps getting wetter he rubs his nose against you sniffing "Your smell is so toxic" he moans into your shoulder then biting down causing you to jerk up into him whimpering out "Miguel please" you claw at his back something flows through your veins something that makes you still "It's ok its gonna feel good soon" you trust his words.

soon your body has reached a euphoric state all you can feel is him his mind links with yours his thoughts rush to you it’s you your all over his mind painted in his brain you arch into him so you’ll feel closer to him.

he rips your panties off in a swift motion he grinds his groin into you he stops slowly moving down placing kisses all over your body making it all the way down to your thighs licking kissing biting them groping the soft flesh.

finally making it the place you want him to be he licks up your slit collecting your juice’s going clock wise around your clit making you jolt up his hands crush your hips you reach for his hair gripping hard grinding against his face “Miggy don’t stop” you whine out he goes faster your hips trying to keep up with his tongue.

your legs tighten around him and your hips jerk as you come all over his face leaving a big mess on him his eyes glazed over with lust as you try your best to calm down your heart racing he gives kitten licks to your sweet cunt making sure he got everything.

before you know it u pass out leaving him and the empty silence by themselves.

#miguel x you #miguel o’hara smut #miguel ohara #miguel spiderverse #miguel spider man 2099 #smut #miguel spiderman

[spiderlyla]

Hi! Saw you in need of some fluff, and I gotchu :)

Imagine Miguel who stress bakes. Like a good half of the baked goods in the cafeteria are made by him. And he’s just so weirdly good at it that there’s a noticeable difference between some of the baked foods. But then imagine reader, who’s also a stress baker, finding him in the kitchen with flour in his hair, cocoa smudges on his apron, and with a bowl that looks tiny in his hands scrambling eggs. Those two are a power duo. Now all the baked goods are literally “sold out” everyday, and no one knows still who tf is making them bc holy crap gimme the recipe-

But it’s sweet bc the reader gets to see how Miguel unwinds and just relaxes into the baking role, and how they can move around each other so flawlessly around the kitchen. Anyways some nights end in too many baked goods, and some with more than enough flour and sugar spilled to make an entire kitchen cry.

Hope you feel better!!! :3

@nekoglasses thank you so much for your idea this is soooooo—

gn!reader × miguel o'hara (fluff)

you've made it your habit to go into the kitchen of the cafeteria after a particularly stressful and incredibly long day.

you knew no one would be inside around that time because, well, it's 1 in the morning and all the spiders usually go back to their home dimensions by 11 maximum.

so you let yourself in like you normally do, but you notice that the lights are switched on, and there is a gentle melody playing.

a familiar, smooth voice hums along the lyrics, you see his frame and you're unsure what he's doing this late at night. And...here. out of all places.

The lack of Miguel's spider senses really served you right now, because you couldn't stop looking at him.

He'd taken off his suit and was wearing his casual attire. Grey pants and that white high collared shirt with the thumb holes, but over them, he wore a red apron, with blue text reading 'Kiss the Spider' on it.

He held a bowl that looked entirely too small in his large palms, but you knew if you held it, you wouldn't be able to hold it with just one hand like he was.

He was whisking something, looking a bit too concentrated. There were other bowls with the same substance he's been whisking sitting on the white counter, along with trays.

You've never seen him so relaxed before. He seemed so into it that you didn't dare disturb him.

But he spotted you.

Frozen, he stopped whisking, the calm look on his otherwise always stoic face began turning into an embaressed one.

"So, those really good Tres Leches cakes that showed up out of nowhere were all you?" You tease, picking up an apron from the nearby hanger. Miguel grumbles, but he nods.

"I'm assuming the cinnamon rolls they serve from time to time are your recipe."

Not that long ago, mysterious baked goods began appearing in the kitchen, left to be freshly served the next day. No one really knew who was baking them but you knew for sure that some of those items did not belong to you.

And now you knew.

"I'm making Pan Dulce. Want to help?"

You smile at him, and get to it almost immediately.

This becomes your little routine after a while, baking with Miguel at 2 AM after everyone was gone. It was almost natural how you acted in the kitchen together, completing each other.

It felt domestic. To both of you.

And it made you see a different side of him, a side you didn't know he had.

"There is flour on your face."

"What are you talking about—" A fistful of flour hurled at him, covering his handsome face with the white substance. He'd open his eyes to see you laughing and he can't help but bite his cheek to stop himself from smiling.

"Oh, you're going to get it for that."

You two ran around the kitchen for 15 minutes having a flour fight. Loud, almost childish laughter filling the room.

"Okay, Okay, stop, you win!" His hands are on your waist when he catchs you, and he hoists you up on the counter to avoid any attempts at pranks on his expense.

Still giggling, you'd put your hand on his cheeks and clean him up with the kitchen towel nearby. He'd surprisingly stand still, skin heating up under your touch.

When you're done, you leave a kiss on his cheek, "Kiss the Spider, right?"

He'd move away just to avoid you seeing him all flustered, grumbling about how shameless you are.

But if he could, he'd wear this apron all the time, just to get another kiss.

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