A/n- ahh I love this hope you enjoy (I tried my best lol) leave some requests:P
Masterlist|Requests
Y/n and Miguel both worked as scientists creating a watch that could travel across the multiverse. One fateful day Y/n decided to work on the watch disregarding Miguel's wishes to stop.
later that day Miguel saw you being sucked into a multiversal hole. He tried using his webs to save you but it broke. Miguel bashed his fists on the table he lost y/n. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into a year. He couldn't locate you at all.
Soon the watch was done but he knows he wouldn't be able to find you. Then a rip in the multiverse happened and everything pinned pointed to Miles Morales from Earth 1610.
With a loud bash Y/n landed on Earth 1610 confused but fascinated by what her surroundings. It was Alchemax laboratory, then y/n sees a Spider-Man it Miles Morales you tried to hide but he saw you.
He walked behind her "Who are you, lady", Confused y/n explained where she came from and told him about the malfunction. He began to ask a gazillion amount of questions about your earth.
He showed her the ropes around his world and she managed to accustom to it. Soon Y/n became Aunt to Miles, a loving and supportive figure who provided the guidance he had longed for. She embraced her role wholeheartedly, always ready to lend an ear or offer words of encouragement.
Then Gwen came to visit Miles and talked about being in an elite society filled with spider people. Later that night Miles was completely gone. 2 days later he met you in the rooftop of his apartment completely Panicking talking about Miguel.
Her heart dropped Was it actually talking about her Miguel. You placed your hands on Miles shoulders "His last name was O'Hara?" "Something like that".
Then you hear the sound of a portal opening and it was your Miguel and he tackled miles. She rushed to break them up but Miguel webbed you instead.
Filled with rage Miguel was going in for a punch until you yelled his name. Miguel's eyes widened in disbelief as he recognized y/n .
He retracted his webbing "Miguel," Tears welled up in Miguel's eyes as he fell to his knees before her. "Y/n, I am so sorry". Y/n reached out a hand and gently lifted Miguel to his feet. " Its ok my love" Miguel leaned in and gently pressed his lips against hers.
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.
//the miguel brainrot brought this piece to life tbr. it’s kinda just for shits and giggles but there might be more. depends on how this one does//
Pairing: Miguel O’hara x Reader
Word Count: 3,868
Summary: The latest recruit to the Spider Society hits a bit too close to home for its head honcho. But with great power comes great persistence to get answers.
You landed on the roof of your building and pulled your mask up, wiping a hand down your slightly sweaty face. You looked at the bright display of the neon billboard across the alley and saw the breaking news story of your latest bust of the local Midnight Sons crime syndicate. You smirked slightly as you watched the reporter talk to the police who had to reluctantly admit that you, Arachne, had caught them. He tried to dance around it but the fact that your webs were covering the background made it obvious.
Just as you were about to head inside, you felt a tingle shoot down your spine. An unfamiliar yet not unwelcome sensation crawled across your skin so you quickly replaced your mask and spun around, web shooters ready. Instead of being greeted by a foe, you were greeted with a large and seemingly unstable orange circle that vaguely resembled a doorway.
Before you could say anything, you had to drop to your stomach as a motorbike came barreling through. You rolled to your back and flicked a quick burst from either wrist to latch a web to both tires. You kicked yourself back and pulled the bike with you, forcing its rider to disengage and land on the opposite side of the roof.
“Not bad.” She said, though her back was still to you as you stood slowly. “I knew you were quick, but I didn’t think you’d be that quick.”
“Right… And you are?” You asked carefully. You didn’t feel she was a threat, but something about the way she triggered that sixth sense made you tense. “I mean, you came at me full speed on a motorcycle so you owe me that.”
“Jessica Drew.” She turned to face you and the first thing you noticed was her belly. “And I’m just like you.”
“I’m not pregnant!” You decided quickly, a hand covering your stomach.
She laughed and shook her head. After a second, you hesitantly laughed with her. “I meant the Spider Woman thing.”
“Ah…” You nodded before slowly lifting your mask again. “That’s what I felt?”
“Mhmm..”
“I thought I was the only one.”
“Yes and no.” She moved towards her bike, which you hurried over to beside her. “If you’re interested, there’s someone I think you should meet.”
You followed her through the orange and ended up in a massive complex. There were dozens upon dozens of variations of… you.
A cat version. A monkey version. A dinosaur. A plushie. A cyborg. An avatar. A video game. Other girls, other guys. Any type of Spider variation you could imagine, it was there.
As you were taking it all in, you were hit with the sharpest pain you’d ever had in your life. It took over your entire body, felt as if you were being yanked apart and haphazardly put back together. Your insides felt rearranged and your head spun violently while everything seemed to be ignited. But the pain only lasted for a second.
Jessica told you it was your body glitching from being outside your own universe, which she also explained was granted the official title of Earth-3505. She slipped a blue band around your wrist and you felt every ounce of tension in your body disappear. She explained the device on her wrist, how it kept her from glitching while allowing for travel to any dimension.
You had to admit. All the tech and different universes blew every single theory and experiment you had ever known out of the water.
You were talking with Jessica through the long walk down a rather dark and drafty hall that led to a wide open work area. She called to the man on the platform, which began to lower at an agonizingly slow pace. Awkwardly, you rocked on your heels and fiddled with your web shooters, checking the cartridges and scratching away the dried remnants from your earlier endeavors. You tugged the neck of your suit and dusted imaginary dirt off before running fingers through your hair and giving it a small shake in an effort to look a bit more presentable.
When you heard the gears click into place you looked back and found yourself in utter shock, despite him not even facing you yet.
And as someone who would fight the Bloodstones, a werewolf, and the literal avatar of a god of the moon, it took a lot to render you speechless.
The man on the platform was massive. The width of his chest and shoulders alone was at least the size of a twin mattress. His height towered over yours and you could tell even from the distance he was at. His upper body narrowed ridiculously into his waist, though his legs were proportionately built as well. And covering that Hercules-esque physique was a fitted red and blue suit, just like everyone else you had seen in that building.
So why hadn’t he given you the same tingle Jessica did?
You were snapped out of your thoughts when an elbow came roughly into your ribs.
“What?” You asked quickly, an innocent obliviousness in your voice.
“Introduce yourself.” Jessica hissed.
“Right.” You nodded and took a hesitant step forward. “I’m Y/N, from Earth 35-something.”
“3505.” She whispered.
“Yeah, sorry. Anyways, I’m like you and her and everyone else here… Back home I’m called Arachne, like the.. The myth. I’m sorry, are you not gonna face me?”
“¿Mande?” He said sharply and the sound of his voice drove your pulse to jump.
“If you’re gonna have your back to me the whole time, why am I even here?” You pushed, though your resolve was slowly shattering as you watched him turn around.
The room may have been dimly lit but you could see what looked like a red tint to his eyes.
“Why are you here?” He asked tightly as he hopped off the platform and stalked closer to you. You swallowed hard and flattened your two middle fingers against your palm to feel the trigger for your webs. “Why are-“
His sentence cut off abruptly when he got a few feet away from you.
“Miguel?” Jessica asked from beside you. You had forgotten she was there but you felt a bit more relaxed to know you weren’t alone in that room. “What is it?”
“What did you say your name was?” He asked. His words were intended to be more gentle, more intimate maybe, but they still had enough of an edge to keep your fingers where they were.
“Y/N… And you’re..?”
His face fell at your uncertainty, though you doubted Jessica noticed. He recovered rather quickly, as if your words reminded him of something painful. Something he already knew.
“Miguel O’hara.” He stood a bit taller, if that was even possible.
“It’s nice to meet you… You built all of this?” You asked lamely in hopes to fill the silence that you felt would suffocate you if you ignored.
“Yeah.. It’s a way to preserve the multiverse. Everyone here was hand picked to serve a bigger cause, to protect each other’s universe and canons.”
“I assume that’ll get explained if I get in?” You turned to Jessica who nodded with a small, amused smile.
“¿Perdóname, si entras?” His head cocked as the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk that you felt was sarcastic. “No.”
“What?” You and Jessica asked at the same time.
“No.” He enunciated, hands at his waist and leaning forward.
“Why not?” You asked angrily, stepping forward with no regard to the size difference. “I can take anyone here!”
“Miguel, she’s really good.” Jessica tried earnestly. “I think you should give her a shot.”
“No.”
“C’mon.” She pressed.
“No.”
“What are you afraid of?” You challenged suddenly and the glare he shot your way made you hesitate.
“Afraid?” He laughed. “Afraid.. I’m not afraid.”
“Then what?”
“She looks just like her.” Miguel said, more to Jessica than you.
“Who?” She asked softly.
Miguel shot her a different look than the one he gave you. This one has more longing, more pain. You looked like someone he used to know. Likely someone he lost.
“Lyla.” Jessica said softly, waiting a moment for a hologram woman in a fur coat to appear at her shoulder. “Show Y/N around a little more, please.”
“Who- Oh.” The hologram spoke before disappearing and reappearing in front of you. She leaned in and lifted her heart shaped glasses before blinking away and reappearing up at Miguel’s side. A quick back and forth of hushed comments brought her back to you as she ushered you out of the room.
Lyla spoke quickly to you, bouncing around within your field of vision. She pointed out different Spider People, different villains. She showed you the machine that sent people home and the training center. While you were wandering the vast exercise area, you met two boys playfully roughhousing who seemed to create the golden retriever with black cat meets boys will be boys dynamic.
“Ooh! Who’s the new girl?” One of them ran up to you with a palpable excitement.
“Y/N Y/L/N.” You smiled and the other one leaned in close.
“Look at that.” He said with a small smirk, seemingly changing color with each sentence. “Got little fangs and all. That’s mad.”
“Whaaaat? Let me see!” The first one pushed the taller one aside and replaced him, though he leaned in significantly closer.
“I’m guessing these aren’t normal for Spiderman.” You laughed and gently pushed him back. “What’re your names?”
“Hobie, Hobie Brown.” He offered you a short salute.
“Pavitr Prabhakar.” He gave an extravagant bow. “How long have you been a spider person?”
You blew out a sigh and tried to calculate the numbers. “A few years? It happened my senior year of high school, and then the two years there... And then.. All I know is its been a while. You guys?”
“Couple months.” Pavitr answered with a small hop. “It’s been so easy.”
“Three years.” Hobie answered simply. “And yeah, it’s not bad. Your universe a mess, then?”
“I think mine is a weird one based on what you guys have said.” You answered awkwardly. “Werewolves, swamp things, Egyptian gods, monster hunters.”
“Sounds like a fantasy book.” Hobie scoffed.
“That’s the Midnight Sons for you.” You shrugged. “There’s normal stuff too, like other vigilantes. Daredevil and Black Cat and the Widow.”
“Were they bitten by a spider too?” Pavitr added with wide eyes.
“Who, Widow? Not that I know of.”
“How’d you get the little-“ Hobie made a vague fang gesture. “You a vampire, too?”
“Well, no.” You rubbed a hand over your mouth, suddenly embarrassed of your teeth.
“You’ve got everything else. Figured you had the little blood suckers and allat.”
“There’s rumors of one guy but I haven’t met him.. Actually, the spider that bit me was a mix between the same thing that created my world’s Goblin and just the radioactive spider. It was supposed to be able to cure something but…” You shrugged.
“Do they do anything?” Pavitr asked, still looking at your mouth intently. He slowly reached a finger forward so you leaned away and gently pushed his hand to the side.
“Uh..” Your brows furrowed. “Idunno.” You mumbled as you shrugged.
“You’ve never tried to bite anyone?” He laughed and Hobie facepalmed gently. “I totally would’ve.”
“I’ll try it when I get home.” You laughed slightly. You glanced around and noticed the AI woman - Lyla - was nowhere to be seen. “Can I ask you guys something?”
“Go for it.” Hobie nodded and Pavitr’s head bounced up and down like a bobble head.
“The little AI, Lyla… Does she see everything?” You asked quietly.
“You trynna do somtin’ you shouldn’t, aye?” Hobie quirked a brow.
“I wanna try to talk to Miguel but I get the feeling that she’ll keep me away.”
“Why?” Pavitr whispered loudly,
“Cause he sent me away, said I looked too much like someone.”
“Oy, Pav.” Hobie nudged the smaller boy before leaning down and plotting quietly. They went back and forth for a few moments before looking back at you. “Make it quick, yeah?”
“I owe you.” You grinned.
Pavitr and Hobie shared a small fist bump before Pavitr reached his fist towards you. You chuckled slightly and returned the gesture before the two ran off. It was only a few moments before sprinklers went off in the room. Lyla popped in and out of view, speaking rapidly and tapping small screens in front of her. She appeared in front of you, disheveled glasses and jacket hanging from her shoulders.
“Do. Not. Move.” She said firmly and you held hands up in surrender. She pointed two fingers at her eyes before pointing to you, gesturing up and down your body before disappearing again.
You leaned around slightly to ensure her digital frame was nowhere to be seen before you booked it out of the room. Your wet feet slipped on the sleek tiles so you opted to swing across the complex and back to Miguel’s workspace.
You wiped a damp hand across your face as you entered the hall again before you pulled yourself to the ceiling and crawled down the long corridor. Jessica left in a huff, muttering that he was unreasonable and that she wasn’t done. You watched her freeze and turn around, squinting her eyes in suspicion. You stayed still above her in hopes that she wouldn’t find you but with the water subtly dripping from your suit and hair, you thought you were caught. With a small smirk, she turned back and left.
You blew out a small sigh and continued down your path until you reentered Miguel’s wide open room. His back was towards the entrance as he vigorously typed and swiped various projections away. He was muttering to himself, broken Spanglish as he worked in that increasingly frazzled state. His head cocked over his shoulder as you clung to the space above the door.
“¿Qué estás haciendo?” He asked tightly, unable to face you fully. “And why are you wet?”
“I just…” You spoke, realizing you had no idea how to start. “May like some explanations.”
“I don’t have to explain anything to you.” He spoke simply, clearly trying to shut down the conversation.
“Okay, but… What if I just ask some general questions that have simple answers? Is that okay? I mean, can I ask you a question? Well a couple, but you know what I mean.”
“Can you please stop, just for a second?“ He sighed and pressed his palms against the table. You pursed your lips slightly and drummed your fingers against the wall while you waited for him to say something. “You don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, do you?”
“I don’t usually have to beg like this.” You confessed. You shifted your feet and leaned your shoulders against the wall behind you, allowing your hands to aim webs at the edge of his platform. You pulled yourself over and stood in front of him. “Miguel, please…”
“Ay, dios mío. You sound just like her, too.” He spoke to himself, though the desperation in his voice was hard to miss.
“Listen, if you don’t want me here because whoever I remind you of, that’s not good enough of a reason.” You insisted. Your words finally got him to turn and face you, which really drove home just how big he was. You gave a nervous chuckle and crossed your arms in an attempt of defiance. “I can prove myself against anyone here. I know I can do this!”
“It’s not about whether you’re-“ He began before he leaned down closer. You pulled back and teetered the edge of the platform. “What was that?”
“You got a little close.” You defended with a shrug.
“Not that, cariño.” He shook his head. “Open your mouth.”
“Okay!” You said loudly, trying to push him by his chest. “That’s not how you- Ugh! Whatthehellare-“
Your words became an incomprehensible jumble of syllables when his hand came to your face, fingers pressing gently on your cheeks to keep your lips apart. His pointer finger was free to manipulate your upper lip, exposing one side of your mouth. With a satisfied smirk, he let you go.
“Thought so..” He offered a lazy smirk. “Lemme see your hands.”
“Is this like.. part of the initiation process or something?” You tried to joke as you held up one hand. He took it by your wrist and gave your palm a gentle prod, just missing the trigger for your web shooter. “What are you looking for?”
“You always talk this much?” He mumbled with a small eye roll as he let go of your hand.
“It’s just a question.” You muttered and poured slightly.
He sat back on the edge of a table behind him, allowing for a more even eye line. But even at the new lowered height, he was definitely taller than you.
“How can anyone focus around you?” He said with a shake of his head.
“I can put the mask on, if it helps.” You offered awkwardly, reaching for the side pouch you usually tucked it away in.
Miguel looked back at you and laughed. A seemingly genuine sound that, up until that moment, you weren’t entirely sure was possible.
You took the opportunity to move away from the edge of the platform and stand more in front of him. Your hands rested lazily behind you and you simply looked at him for a minute.
The obvious physical stature was still as intimidating as ever but there was something in his expression. Something haunted, something guilty. However, when his eyes met yours, there was a softness there. A certain longing.
How does anyone focus around you? You thought as you took in his features for a little longer.
“You always stare like that when you’re not talking?” His brows raised with a slight smile as his arms crossed over his chest.
“Not usually.” You answered with a shrug of one shoulder in an attempt to ignore the blush creeping across your cheeks. “I take it you didn’t find what you were looking for with my hand, but you didn’t send me away again so maybe that was a good thing… Maybe I can…”
“Go ahead and ask your questions.” He nodded, adding a tired sigh at the end as if to say he was giving in. You thought he was curious as to what you wanted to know.
“What’s the big deal about my teeth?”
“Your teeth..” He chuckled slightly. “Most of the spiders around here don’t have fangs, cariño.”
“Right but why do you care?”
“Cause I have them too.”
“What do yours do?”
“Paralysis. Yours?”
“Dunno.” You confessed. “I’ve never bit anyone. Can I see?”
“No.”
“C’mon!”
“No.”
“Fine.”
You flicked a web at his chest and yanked him to lean forward, earning a small Spanish exclamation from him. You kept hold of the web with one hand and put the other on his shoulder as you leaned in slightly. His eyes darted between yours in slight shock before he broke into a small smile, enough for you to see a moderately more pronounced version of the same teeth in your mouth.
“Woah.” You said quietly as your eyes drifted to where your webs met his suit. “Wait..”
“What is it?” He asked lowly and the tone sent a shiver down your spine.
“Your suit. It’s all tech?”
“Mhmm.”
“That’s so cool.” You breathed with a smile, which faded as you squinted and noticed a falter in the colors. “It’s like a projection, which means if I…” You gave another slight tug on your web and watched the distortion of the colors where your palm was pressed against him. You laughed slightly before looking back at Miguel.
The web suddenly snapped and you stumbled backwards. You looked down and saw the excess still wrapped around your wrist. The tensile strength was much stronger than that so it shouldn’t have betrayed you so suddenly. It had never failed before. Turning your head back to Miguel, you saw the projections from the pads of his fingers.
“You were looking for claws?” Your brows raised as your head jerked towards his hand. “You could’ve asked.”
He simply shrugged.
“Let me ask you something…” He said calmly as he leaned back to his originally sitting position. “Why do you wanna be here so bad?”
“Good girl.” You gestured to yourself. “Sad boy.” You gestured to him and he shook his head with a scoff. You offered a small smile before wandering in a small circle, your back now to Miguel. “We all have this one thing going on.. And it’s always one thing after another, situations and circumstances and miscommunications. Losing people and losing fights, it’s all part of the job but… Honestly, I don’t know why. Maybe I just like the idea of not being alone, of not being the only one.”
You turned back to face him and saw he hadn’t looked away.
“It’d be nice to not be the only one with fangs, either.” You smiled, flashing your pointed teeth.
“You never told me why you’re wet.” He commented after a brief moment of silence.
“Oh.” You laughed nervously. “Funny story.”
You heard the muttered complaints come down the hall at the same time the tingle of another spider person hit your skin. Your eyes went wide when Lyla popped up in front of you, glaring at you with tightly crossed arms. You offered an innocent smile with hands up in surrender.
“Y/N!” Pavitr yelled with a wide grin as he entered the room, Hobie sulking behind him. The boy turned and began patting his friend’s shoulder excitedly. “It worked!”
“What worked?” Miguel turned to you.
“Those two-“ Lyla said angrily as she appeared in front of Miguel and pointed at the two spidermen. “-set of a fire alarm in the training center.”
“And that was your idea?” He looked to you again.
“Nah, mate.” Hobie answered casually. “Was all me.”
“You?” He shouted and then wiped a hand down his face. “I don’t- I can’t deal with you right now. Both of you, go help mop up and dry the training center. Just- Get out of my sight.”
Hobie offered you a salute before sauntering out, Pavitr quick on his heels. You smiled to yourself before you hopped off the platform, shooting a quick web to help control your descent.
“Where are you going?” Miguel called after you, causing your stride to pause. You spun to face him with a playful smile.
“To help clean up.. They did it so I could talk to you, after all.” You shrugged.
“Come back here when you’re done.” He tossed a device your way, the same device the other spiders had around their wrists.
“Gonna miss me already?” You teased as you fit it to your wrist, replacing the temporary band you were given.
“Always, cariño.”
You realized you hadn’t found out anything in regards to who you looked like from Miguel’s past, but with the confirmation that you’d come back, you figured you’d find out in time.
He groans, the wet sound suddenly turning into a loud hiss, followed by deep breathing and a *thud*, as if something had landed in some sort of thick liquid. Miguel speaks, but his voice is more hoarse than before. “I just.. I-“ There is another hiss, followed by a sharp, high whine that Miguel tries to speak through. “I really need to talk to you *mi amor..* Just talk, you know?”
i can work with this anon.
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“Miguel.. I can’t—,” You stuttered, tripping over your feet as you stumbled back. His left hand was gripping his chest, wet gasps breaching his blood stained lips.
“I can’t do this anymore!”
He stumbled against the alley wall, right hand dragging to steady himself, a slight limp in his walk.
“C’mon, baby please. Just—,” He begged you, closer now. Your feet had stopped moving, breath held. You wanted to run, to get away from him. This man was dangerous.
“,—Listen, yeah? Just listen, please Mi Cielito.”
He reached towards you with bloodied fingers, wet hands grasping your face. Smearing your smoothened skin in another man’s blood.
You closed your eyes and near sobbed. A heavy feeling in your chest as your squinted your eyes shut, not wanting to face the monster before you. Because you knew he’d be so so pretty.
“Mirame.”
You couldn’t, you couldn’t do it.
“[Name],” He whimpered your name and the sound that followed could’ve been mistaken if not for the thick smog of iron filling your lungs.
“,Open your eyes, baby.”
You listened, the pure sight of him — haloed in red light, bathing in its colour like it coated his very being. Like the very shade was fine tuned to compliment his warm skin.
“I can’t going like this, Miguel.”
“You can’t—,” He mumbled, eyes rolling back at the pain before he grunted and righted himself, hand sliding from your face down your arms and onto your hips, using you as leverage against gravity.
He was basically crowing onto you, whining and crying at the prospect of you leaving, and the slash across his chest.
“,..Won’t leave me.”
“I’m trying—,”
“You won’t.” His voice was former now, eyes glowering down at you while his claws gripped your hips gently. A firm hold but never pressing hard, never testing the limits. He’d never give you a reason to leave.
His head dipped lower, and his left claws drew to the buttons of your shirt, toying with them just enough for them to almost snap.
“Treat you s’ well, you gonna leave?” He dropped his forehead onto your shoulder. Right hand hooking into the waist band of your pants. Your breath escaped you and you stuttered out a solemn reply.
“You scare me.”
He groaned, hands twitching and leaning even further into you. You couldn’t see, but a dopey smile graced his pain-worn face.
“I’d kill worlds for you. Universes.”
And he wasn’t lying, he’d lay a deathbed to anyone who so hurt you. Destroying entire worlds just to keep you within arms reach. You wanted to hate him for it.
Fear overrun you like silence overrun the streets, quiet for lack of people. Too late in the night for anyone to see his invasive form carved over yours.
Miguel smiled against your shoulder, canines dragging against the junction between your neck and shoulder. He grazed his fangs just to a scrape, letting your blood prickle at your skin before licking it clean, relishing in your stuttered breath and sudden shivering.
He shifted, a soft cry of pain leaving his lips once more before he slumped. Near dead weight on top of you, you struggled to hold him up while he was almost passed out.
Your apartment was right there, what once an escape, now a return. You could help him there.
You shouldn’t, you shouldn’t even have thought about it. But you had, and now the thought won't leave your head.
"Please, Mi Sol."
He stays in your bed, curling up against you. Still smelling like copper and him. You love it and he's hurting you.
You cry when patching him up, knowing this would happen.
Prompt: Miguel falling for Spidergirl!reader and being a complete simp for her whenever she is around him
a/n: I got this request from alathan13 ty! I added a bit of a twist. send me some requests!!!
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Miguel was stuck in a different dimension because of Lyla. The prototype for the watch worked but she couldn't get him back. So he decided to find a Spiderman and that's when he met Y/n Spider girl.
He couldn't stop thinking about Y/n once he came back after being with her for a month and getting to know her. Miguel knew he had to find a way to confess his feelings to her, even though the odds seemed against him.
One day, as fate would have it, Miguel managed to track down a dimensional rift that led him to y/n universe. Determined to seize the opportunity, he mustered up all his courage and entered the portal.
Emerging in a world unfamiliar to him, Miguel found himself in the heart of the city where y/n patrolled. He awaited her arrival As soon as she appeared Miguel's heart skipped a beat.
"Y/n!" he called out, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and hope.
Y/n paused mid-air, looking around to locate the source of the voice. Her gaze fell upon Miguel, and recognition flickered in her eyes. Descending gracefully, she landed in front of him.
"Miguel? What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice tinged with surprise.
Taking a deep breath, Miguel gathered his thoughts. "Y/n, I traveled across dimensions to be with you. The first time I saw you, I knew there was something special about you. Your strength, your bravery, and your unwavering commitment to justice... they've touched me in a way I can't describe."
Y/n studied him intently, her masked eyes revealing a mix of curiosity and confusion. "Miguel, this is unexpected. We come from different worlds, different realities. How can this be?"
Miguel's eyes met hers "I don't have all the answers, Y/n. But what I do know is the connection I feel towards you. I've fallen for you, and I can't ignore these emotions any longer. You inspire me to be a better person, to fight for what's right. I want to be by your side, no matter the challenges we may face."
y/n remained silent for a moment. "Miguel, this is a lot to take in. Our lives are intertwined with dangers. But I can't deny how I feel about you, even across dimensions. there's a reason our paths have crossed."
Hope surged through Miguel as he heard her words made him feel seen and understood. Y/n raised her hand to his cheek and kissed him on the lips knowing what she was doing was wrong but she didn't care.
Summary: Miguel loses you but he finds a way to get you back but it doesn't end well.
Warnings: angst
A/n: I was in an angsty mood, please leave some requests.
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Miguel O'Hara sat alone in his apartment, surrounded by the silence that seemed to follow him everywhere. It had been months since he lost the love of his life, y/n. The pain of her absence still gnawed at his heart, a constant ache that refused to subside. he was accustomed to facing formidable challenges, but nothing could have prepared him for this kind of loss.
Night after night, Miguel would immerse himself in his work, delving deeper into the mysteries of the multiverse. He was determined to find a way to bring y/n back, even if it meant traversing alternate dimensions. And then, one fateful day, he stumbled upon a breakthrough.
Miguel opened a portal to an alternate dimension, a world where Y/n was still alive. he stepped through the portal, hopeful that he could finally be reunited with his lost love. But as he entered the alternate dimension, he realized that things were not as he had expected.
In this new dimension, Miguel discovered that he had a family with y/n Their warm embrace, their joyous laughter, and their unwavering love for him filled the void in his heart, momentarily blinding him to the truth.
However, as time passed, y/n began to notice subtle differences in this Miguel. He wasn't the same person she remembered. He had a darkness in his eyes, a shadow that tainted his every action. She felt a growing unease, an unsettling intuition that something was amiss.
One evening, unable to contain her suspicions any longer, y/n confronted Miguel. Tears welled up in her eyes she pleaded for the truth. "Who are you? You may look like Miguel, but you're not him. What did you do?"
Miguel's heart shattered at her words, the weight of his guilt crashing down upon him. He confessed his desperate actions, how he had crossed dimensions to find her.
Y/n pain turned to anger as she listened to Miguel's confession. The person she loved had been sacrificed for a desperate attempt to bring her back. It was a cruel and selfish act, and she could not forgive him.
With a heavy heart, Miguel watched as y/n retreated from him, choosing to distance herself from the distorted version of their love. He was left alone once again, his transgressions haunting his every step.
The multiverse had given him a glimpse of what he desired most, only to cruelly snatch it away. Miguel learned a bitter lesson about the consequences of tampering with the natural order, a reminder that some losses can never be reversed.
In the end, Miguel O'Hara was left to ponder the nature of his actions, forever haunted by the memory of the love he had lost.
a/n: ahhh I hope you like this!!!(i love him already sorry its short warnings: break up
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Some time had passed since Miguel O'Hara and y/n had gone their separate ways. the breakup had left a mark on both of your hearts. But fate had a way of bringing them back together.
It was an autumn afternoon when Miguel spotted y/n by her favorite bookstore. His heart skipped a beat as memories flooded back, and he felt an overwhelming desire to make things right. He approached her cautiously, uncertainty flooded across his face.
"y/n?" he called out, his voice with a mix of nervousness and longing.
y/n turned, her eyes widening. "Miguel? Is that really you?"
Their eyes met, and at that moment, their shared history washed over them. Miguel's voice trembled as he spoke, his words filled with regret. "I've missed you, y/n."
y/n eyes welled up with tears, a mixture of pain and longing. "I've missed you too, Miguel. But there's so much hurt between us."
Miguel took a step closer. "I know we can't erase the past, but I believe we can fix what we lost. Let's talk, let's give ourselves a chance to make up for lost time."
Days turned into weeks, and Miguel and y/n dedicated themselves to healing the wounds of the past. In the midst of their efforts, moments of laughter and joy resurfaced, reminding them of what had drawn them together in the first place. They explored the city they once called their own, rekindling shared memories and creating new ones.
