25y/o, she/her, French-Algerian, I write sometimes but I always fangirl, I may be cringe but I am free, a Miguel O'Hara apologist, Queer friendly and sex positive space 🌙🍉 Anti AI. My AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Thefangirlfever
Most of these fanfictions are Across the Spider-Verse related and revolve around the character of Miguel O'hara. I will update this masterlist as much as possible.
SFW fanfiction:
The Nightmare: Miguel has a nightmare and reader comforts him (angst)
The Monster : Miguel is hurt after a fight and he needs some help, something he usually refuses, because he is ashamed of his features. (angst)
In this lifetime: When Miguel had jumped into an other dimension to replace his variant, he had not expected life to be so different… (angst, romance, fluff)
NSFW fanfiction: (MDNI)
Trapped in a web : Miguel and reader are two spider-people in a relationship. They both know this relationship is impossible since they don’t belong in the same universe, but that doesn’t stop them from loving each other.
Workaholic : You and Miguel are both Spider people and you might be more attracted to one another than you acknowledge it. Things take an interesting turn during one night in his office...
Trick or Treat : One of your friends throw a Halloween Party and you meet a seducing masked guest. You both end up doing the monster (s)mash.
Four walls : You and Miguel are dating while working in the same company. What could go wrong when you are both needy, frustrated and find each other alone in an elevator?
A new beginning : Miguel and you are married for more than a year and life has been kinda hectic with all your work. One day he comes home and after seeing Peter B. Parker with Mayday all day, Miguel has only one thing in his mind… Getting you pregnant.
The unknown destination : Miguel found himself lost in the multiverse. He ends up in an alternative dimension filled with strange flowers.
Good morning : Since you and Miguel had been married, he’s been rocking a dad bod, not that it bothers you…
Control freak : Miguel is a control freak but there might be one place where he lets you take control…
Let me keep you warm : What would happen if the two of you spend the night in a cabin during a snow storm?
180 Degrees : A very self-indulgent piece of smut involving Miguel...and Peter.
The first time : Reader and Miguel have their first time together. (FTM Miguel)
Merry Christmas : You usually despise coming back home for the Holidays. You either get unwanted comments or questions about your job, you appearance, your love life… But this year, things are different. Your boyfriend is here with you and he is going to make you feel good.
Miguel O'hara! firefighter: the cute firefighter you're dating hid from you that he took part to a steamy photoshoot for a firefighter's calendar.
Headcanons:
Halloween headcanons: SFW, fluff
Boyfriend Miguel helps you relax after your finals: fluff and smut
Miguel O'Hara and bimbo's girlfriend: SFW, a bit suggestive, fluff
Miguel O'hara! firefighter: the cute firefighter you're dating hid from you that he took part to a steamy photoshoot for a firefighter's calendar.
Dad bod! Miguel imagine: smut, suggestive
Series:
The Nanny serie: part 1 (fluff, domestic fluff and angst), part 2 (smut, suggestive), part 3 (fluff, suggestive), part 4 (smut)
DBF! Miguel:
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
part 5
part 6
headcanon 1,
headcanon 2
headcanon 3
Smut headcanon
Stress Relief: (18+, NSFW)
Part 1: Sometimes the best way to relax is a good drink, a bath, your favorite toy...and your boyfriend...
Part 2: When your boyfriend has to travel for his job, you both have to find an other way to relieve all the tension…
Part 3: a date night with Miguel turns heated when you bring out a special board-game...
Into deep waters, NSFW, Jacob Holland (18+)
The bet, Very suggestive, Logan/ Wolverine (18+)
The Honeymoon, NSFW, Logan/ Wolverine (18+)
5.00 AM, SFW, Logan/ Wolverine, angst
Flame on, SFW, fluff: Balcony scene with Johnny Storm.
Just a little something, NSFW, 18+: Steven Grant and his first time
Let's have a break, NSFW, 18+: fun time in a supply closet
If you call me back, NSFW, 18+: Victor Frankenstein deals with unresolved tension after a long day of work.
Let's have a break (a Steven Grant NSFW fanfic, 18+, MDNI)
Disclaimer: This fanfic is about Steven Grant and my OC, Alia, who is Bastet's avatar. All you need to know about her is that she has lived over 2000 years old serving the goddess and is actually from Ancient Egypt. Hope you enjoy this story :)
Also, English is not my first language.
Tags: smut, F/M, penis is vagina, fingering, porn with feelings, breast play, very sappy at some point
“What are you doing here?” Steven asked as he saw Alia leaning against the counter of the museum’s gift shop. It was only four in the afternoon and he was far from the end of his shift. Given it was no longer his lunch break, he couldn’t really understand why she was here either. Did something happen to one of the cats? No, she was too calm for that.
She flipped her hair back and pulled her sunglasses over the top of her head, a wide grin on her face.
“Am I not allowed to come see my awesome fiancé on his workplace?”
Steven felt his cheeks warm up at the mention of the word ‘fiancé’. He couldn’t help but twist the ring on his finger and look at the rock on hers catching the light. There was something so satisfying, so right about knowing he was hers and she was his.
However, he knew what kind of menace he was engaged to and knew this was no innocent visit either. His brows furrowed as she stared at her and asked:
“No seriously, what do you want?”
“Just a tour by my favorite tour guide.” She shrugged, still grinning. She then gently flicked at the name tag on his jacket that indicated his name and his function: ‘tour guide’. Finally Steven had made it. He was free to share his knowledge and passion to others for a living.
A look at his watch told him he did have a moment to offer to her. And why wouldn’t he take this moment to yap a bit more about his passion?
“I have an hour before my next tour-”
“Perfect.” She sing-songed before grabbing his hand and pulling him along her. She had a pretty determined walking rhythm. As they left the shop under his colleague’s confused expressions, she shouted:
“I’ll give him back to you in a minute.”
Steven massaged the bridge of his nose, already feeling a migraine coming in. Damn, he loved this woman but she was a lot sometimes. He made a sign to apologize for his coworkers and strutted after her.
“Did you even buy a ticket?”
“A what now?” She asked while dragging him to the Egyptian room, her heels clicking on the tiles. He didn’t remember seeing her this erratic in a long time. Something must have happened.
“Why would I buy a ticket when I am lucky enough to have my fiancé working here? Come on, don’t be ridiculous.” She said with a dismissive move of her free hand.
“And JB let you in like that?” He asked, suspiciously.
She simply shrugged as if security check-ins were nothing to her, which it probably was.
He sighed as they stopped in front of a display of a mortuary mask. Truly a masterpiece. Alright, he’ll entertain her for a moment. Steven would take anything just to spend some time with Alia anyway. So, he straightened his jacket and began talking about Egyptians and their burial rites under her rapt attention. With some hindsight, he should have guessed it was weird she was so attentive, knowing he had already told her all that and that she was pretty knowledgeable about Ancient Egypt herself.
He was very grateful he had someone in his life willing to put up with his unstoppable infodumping and so Steven didn’t stop talking for at least ten good minutes about the mask. In fact he could have spent a whole afternoon on that room alone only going into details. It was a shame most tours he gave to people were not any longer. When she interrupted him, he expected some question about his explanations. She just dragged him along to an other exhibit.
“And those? What are they supposed to be?”
Steven leaned over to better see the display and then suddenly everything made sense.
“Seriously?” He asked while giving her a half-annoyed face. “Alia, if this is another one of your jokes…”
“It’s not a joke. It’s a very serious question. One of the highest importance in the field of egyptology that will allow us to understand Ancient civilization and their daily life. Now, Steven, what are those?” She asked again, failing at taking a coy tone and just grinning. She wrapped her arm around his and leaned closer.
Steven rolled his eyes but there was no real heat behind it.
“Well...honey, obviously, these are…” He coughed before whispering. “Phallic artifacts, symbols of fertility.”
“So, dildos.”
“Now, honey, we don’t call them that.” Steven replied before giving her hand a small squeeze although his eyes were laughing for him. He then leaned closer and asked under his voice.
“You didn’t come all the way here for that.”
“For what?”
“Don’t play coy with me. Why are you here for?” He asked in a deadpan voice. After a small silence, she replied:
“I was horny.”
“Well… I appreciate your honesty.” Even Steven couldn’t hold back his smile at that. Sure, it felt good to his ego but it was more than that. Even after all this time together, desire was still present between them and it meant a lot for someone as self-conscious as him.
“Now, honey…We can’t, I mean, not right now…” He weakly protested. Her hand slipped into his and she leaned against his side, her perfume wafting around him.
“Come on… You said you had some time before your next tour.”
“Sure...but… Where-” Just from the look on her face, he knew where this was going.
“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about this.”
She was definitely thinking about it. And he was enabling her every time. She had never been as shy about her desires as he was and most of the adventurous things they had tried in the bedroom had came from her mind. He would probably never be grateful enough to her but this might be a bit too much… He was at work after all. What if they got caught? Did she know a way to erase people’s memories and she hadn’t told him?
“Come on...It will be just one time.” She pleaded.
“No.” His voice didn’t sound convincing even to him because he wanted her, just as bad as she wanted him. “You already said that last time with the handcuffs.”
“And you never complained about it, nor on the first or the tenth time.” She replied while pressing her body closer against his, her plush breasts encircling his arm. This was such a traitorous move, even from her.
“Please, Steven…”
Of course, Steven could never refuse her anything, especially asked this way. He just wished they could have found somewhere else than a supply closet to do what they were about to do. This was clearly not the classiest place he’s had sex in but she didn’t seem too bothered. Knowing her, she probably found all of this very entertaining. He closed the door of the small room behind her, determined to establish some limits before they went to do anything but she was faster than him and before he had even opened his mouth, she had him pressed against the wooden door, her lips having already captured his. To his horror, he reciprocated the kiss and even felt his arms wrap around her waist when he should have been the reasonable one. Except, how was he supposed to keep his cool with her body so close to his and her hands playing with his hair and her tongue lavishing his?
The muffled sound of his voice made her stop and she actually gave him a moment to breathe and collect himself. Even when she was pulling away, her hands were still on him and her eyes wouldn’t leave his lips.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
“Okay, first rule.” He said as calmly as possible. He must not have concealed his excitement as well as he thought he did because she couldn’t help and smile at the sound of his shaky voice. “First rule, I said…” He mumbled, trying to sound more assertive. This only got him a soft look from her as she kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Go ahead, then… What’s that first rule?”
Thank the gods, she was willing to go a bit slower for him. He shouldn’t be too surprised after all but he knew just how quickly they could forget themselves in these moments.
“First rule…” He said while gently rubbing his thumbs in circle over her hipbone. She was wearing a summer dress today, one of his favorites that left most of her shoulders exposed and he couldn’t wait to pepper them in kisses. The fabric perfectly molded to her soft stomach and hip dips, making him want to follow the crease of the fabric, right where her thighs joined together… “No noise. Or as little as possible. We wouldn’t want to get caught.”
She nodded slowly, agreeing with him. When his knee parted her legs, she followed his movement as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Her legs made some room for his knee and soon she was rubbing her clothed core above his jeans. He felt her thighs flex around his leg, their plush flesh yielding to the friction and to his relief, she was wearing something underneath that dress. He still felt like he had to add:
“Rule number two… No stain or visible mark.” He had to go back to work after all that. How cruel the world was to him, forcing him to part from her when he could have spent the day just worshiping every inch of her body?
He was pretty sure she was only half-listening to him, if she was even listening, by the way her body was going slightly limp against his. Her head slightly lolled back and her lips were parted to let her breathe softly as her body kept grinding against him. For a moment, he could just watch her in awe as she gently rocked her hips against him. A strap of her dress had slipped down her shoulder and without even thinking about it, he gently put it back in place.
“There you go, love…” He whispered as his fingers lingered over her freckled skin. She was warm like a summer day, and even softer. And she was his, just like he was hers.
She turned her head and kissed his hand, and he knew it was over for him. He gently cupped her cheek and pulled her closer to share a kiss. It was softer, slower than the first one as if they were melting onto one another. Steven’s hands ran up and down her back, his strokes slow and careful before diving into the mane of her hair. The sheer weight of her curls on his palm, the softness of them like vines around his fingers made him breathless. Slowly, he brought one of her curls to his mouth and kissed it. He could have gone for hours kissing every single hair on her head and it wouldn’t have been enough, he knew it. He needed to actually lose himself in her hair, to never be discovered by the world again. He would happily live here forever, among those tresses.
Her body was more firmly pressed against his when she whispered: “Steven, I need your fingers… Please, touch me…”
“D’you think you can lay down for me, love?”
She nodded and he helped her sit down, using his jacket as a blanket for her, no matter if the cold concrete hurt his knees as long as she was comfortable. He watched as she pulled her skirts over her waist and guided his hand over her clothed cunt. A wet spot had formed on the front of her white underwear and at the idea of tasting it soon, Steven felt his sex painfully erect.
“Have you touched yourself before coming here today, love?” He gently whispered while rubbing two fingers in a circular motion where her entrance would be. Her lips were parting for him but he was not entering her yet even if he knew how easily it would frustrate her. Her breathing deepened as she nodded. Imagining her touching herself along in their flat while he was away at work was torture.
“And it wasn’t enough, huh? Do you like it better now?” He still asked softly before peppering her cheeks and neck with kisses. She simply parted her legs further and moaned as he slightly changed his movements. Now his fingers were sliding up and down her slit, probably spreading more of her arousal inside her underwear. He could almost feel her soak up through the fabric.
His body was not the only one reacting to this newfound intimacy. If Steven was painfully erect, so was she in other ways. With a hungry look in his eyes, he looked down at her abundant breasts and her nipples poking under the fabric of the dress.
“Open your dress for me, love… I need to see you…” He whispered against her skin. Slowly, she opened the buttons of her dress one by one, down to her bellybutton. He watched in awe the rounded shape of her stomach, wondering how it would look one day, with their child inside her. They had already talked about this possibility in the past and as much as he wanted it too, he knew he still needed some time left with her alone before sharing her again with someone else. His eyes then slowly traveled up, watching the way the fabric parted under the weight of her breasts as they spilled on her torso, round and heavy.
“You’re perfection…” He kissed her skin before finally dipping his fingers under the hem of her panties. She was hot and soaked and her moans were like music to his ears. They should have kept more quiet but this was a challenge for both of them as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. The simple sound of her moisture against his skin would have betrayed them anywhere else.
His eyes would not stop admiring her form even as he kept fingering her. Eventually his eyes would come back to her breasts, soft and pliant. The cold air of the storage room made her nipples point further out, the image engraved in his mind.
“Touch them, please...I want to see what you do when I’m not here…” He was the one practically begging in this situation and yet, she didn’t mock him. Instead she pulled her dress further apart and soon, each one of her hands was holding her breasts. She was massaging them slowly, from the base down to the teats, like he had already seen her do before to relieve some tension after a long day outside. Where her movements were slow and sensual, his were becoming more erratic. He was practically humping her thigh while fingering her, knuckle-deep into her cunt. And with each of his movements, she followed along, her hips and waist bending and curving to the point of her body slightly shaking and her breasts swaying to the pace. When her movements were becoming less and less even, he knew she was close. He could feel it in the way she was squeezing his fingers harder between her walls and her, by how much pressure was building up in her lower stomach.
She came on his fingers, mewling and writhing, looking deliciously debauched and her dress more a detail than anything else. He quickly placed his hand on her mouth to keep her quiet and to his surprise, she lapped greedily at his fingers. It was hypnotic watching her mouth close around his fingers fingers, coated in her essence, and sucking them hard, her cheeks hollowing and her moans somehow even more obscene.
She then joined their lips into a ravenous, hungry kiss. It tasted like her, like him and he couldn’t resist tasting the salt off her lips, off her skin… Her tongue entered his mouth and swiped against his. Their bodies were tangled together, finding back their usual places as if they had not been separated for hours and this was how they were supposed to be. Her weight settled on his lap and he shivered as she opened his shirt and let her fingers run over his skin. When they brushed against a bruise under his right ribs, he flinched slightly, already knowing what she was going to say.
“Who did this to you?” She asked while maintaining him between her body and the wall. The bruise was still a pretty dark shade with its edges turning purple. Steven hadn’t said anything to her about his last fight as Mr Knight because the last thing he wanted was to worry her or give her another reason to send a bunch of thugs to the ER.
“Don’t worry about them, love. I already took care of it… They’re not hurting anyone soon.
You’re supposed to tell me when this type of stuff happen." She replied. The cold of her ring brushed against the tender skin, making him hiss and she quickly pulled her hand away.
"We’re supposed to be a team, Steven. What if something worse had happened to you? What if you hadn’t made it back home?”
For most of his life, Steven had been alone and he could only count on himself. Then, for a period of time, he had someone else in his life, not necessarily the way he had planned it though. But Marc’s presence had been comforting in its own unusual way. Then, he had to face his solitude once again; alone, in a big city, without any family or any familiar marks. And that’s when she stepped into his life, this avatar of a goddess who was willing to put up with his flaws, with his fears and everything else. Sometimes he could hardly believe how lucky he was or that it was now his life.
“I’m sorry, love… I promise you, it won’t happen again. I’ll tell you the next time something like that happen…” He sheepishly replied before kissing her hand that wore the engagement ring.
“You better do so…” She mumbled, feigning to still be upset at him even when he could hear her breathing getting shallow and her heart beat faster under his palm. “If anything ever happens to you…”
She bit her bottom lip to stop the words to come out. Even saying it felt like provoking bad luck, like tempting faith… Steven could not stand the sight of her worrying, not after all she had to go through. He knew just how much her solitude had weighed on her, how difficult it was for her to open her heart to someone else after losing everything and everyone she had loved and cared for. And Steven wouldn’t want to be the reason she had to shut down her heart once again.
With the utmost care, he held her body in his arms and lied them both down over the clothes on the floor. His shirt and her dress joined the jacket, making for a quick makeshift bed. He lied on top of her, his heart against hers and his eyes attached to hers.
“Whatever may come my way, I promise you I’m never leaving you alone ever again. I swear on everything I have dear to myself, love…"
One of her hands gently laid on his cheek while the other rested on his back where recent scars have just started healing. And her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer.
"Even if the gods tried to take you away…” She whispered, her green eyes capturing his. “I could never let go, Steven. I would find you through the field of reeds and through all my next lives.”
He hardly swallowed, feeling the tears well up in his throat at the thought of being so loved and wanted. He knew she meant every word and that it was probably the least she could do.
Their hands joined together on the discarded clothes and they held the other’s gaze as their bodies joined in a scorching embrace. She had been on the pill even since their relationship became more serious and even if Steven didn’t want her to handle this alone, in this moment he was very grateful that she took this decision. She was so perfectly warm and soft and tender and the way she kept looking at him like she knew just how much he was holding back to not rush this and finish too soon…
He rocked his hips against her, slowly, unable to do more as she kept holding him captive with her legs tied tightly around his lower back and her fingers around his. Soft praises were whispered into her hair, on her skin. If he could, he would write these words down on her skin, leave his visible adoration in every nook and crannies of her body, in the way her skin folded around her thighs and back, in the little gap between her teeth, in the valley between her breasts…
When she started talking in her native language, words most people wouldn’t understand, he knew it was too late for him. Their slow dance stopped when he felt his resolve weakening, his last wall crumble under the weight of her words and her caresses. His discharge coated her thighs and she kept him still trapped between her legs, not letting him go for now.
In the soft afterglow that surrounded them, he kept his arms wrapped around her and his head against her heart. And to think, he still had to go back down to give a new tour to tourists… He didn’t even know if he could move again.
Finally, he noticed the state of her dress and her thighs and his manners called him back.
“We should clean you up a bit, love. I think there’s some toilets on this floor…"
But she didn’t move and kept him still against her heart.
"Not now, please… I’ll take care of it later… Just stay with me for now, please…”
And he couldn’t say no to that. Why does it even matter to be late for a few minutes as long as he was still holding her in his arms and she held him back. The world could stop right now and he wouldn’t care about it because his whole world was already here.
Alternative Universe - tattoo artist and coffee shop/ library
I had this idea yesterday before going to sleep and couldn’t wait to draw it. I don’t know if this type of AU is still relevant but I like it anyway.
Of course Steven would be the librarian and Alia the tattoo artist. Eventually these two would have a matching tattoo by the end of it even if they like to pretend they are not that kind of couple.
Also as you can see, I don’t like drawing men. I think they’re really boring to draw but I tried my best for Steven. I like drawing him with cosy sweaters and his glasses on.
