#Miguel O’hara x ftm reader
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Trans Spidey reader where the reader is really into Miguel’s fangs and talons and everyone at HQ knows but Miguel (basically just sexual tension between oblivious people)
Miguel O’Hara x FTM!! Reader
Warnings: slight nsfw, def some hard tension, swearing, we stan cat claw Miguel. And remember I am German.. so poorly translated Spanish
I didn’t put a lot of detail in that reader is trans, but I feel that it’s still reassuring to know this fic has a trans reader :)) knowing that it’s about him but sorry!!
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“Yo, where’s your head at, mate?” Hobie hits your shoulder getting your attention. You blink from zoning out and uncross your arms.
“Uh just zoning my bad,” you say while boosting yourself back on your hands on the ledge, shoulders near your ears.
It was around lunch time at the HQ and you and Hobie were sitting on one of the ledges in the main lobby where you walk in. It was actually pretty quite since everyone is in the cafeteria, only some passing by.
“Are ye still thinking bout him, bro?” Hobie scoffs but chuckles at the same time. You roll your eyes, “kinda but it’s something else about him..” you ponder off.
Hobie rolls his eyes, “what? how he got like monster like features?” You go quiet and your eyes go wide.
“NAH MATE-!” He pushes you and fake gags. You cover your face and stand yourself up and start walking.
“Dude, I knew you liked em’ but not like that!” Hobie follows you as you guys hop down to the bridge, but you stop and he trips over you.
“wait,” you slowly turn around to him, “is it that obvious?” You frown up at him, waiting for his response.
“Yes! Bruv, you stare at him 24/7! And when you do it’s like your eyes turn to heart eyes.” He says and you groan throwing your head back while covering your face once again out of embarrassment.
“What about him interest you??” Hobie asks and you groan once again. “It’s too embarrassing,” you words slur from your hands.
He places his hand on your shoulder while walking around you. “I promise you it can’t be that bad,” hobie says and you move your hands giving him a look.
He raises his eyebrows, you look down. “His fangs and claws..” you mumble. “Huh,” hobie’s eyebrows furrow.
“His fangs and claws! Have you seen them! God I can’t there just so, ugh,” you throw your arms up.
Hobie stares wide eyed and mouth open, “lord, are you sure that’s the only thing?”
“We’ll obviously not, he’s so sweet when we’re alone. And he helps me a lot with certain things,” you say and comb your hair with your fingers.
“what kind of certain things??” Hobie smirks.
You side eye him, “your impossible to talk to.”
“If you think about it, it’s like monster fucking,” hobie says nonchalantly. You eyes went wide and jaw dropped. “You’re fucking disgusting,” you push and kick at Hobie and he stumbles.
You turn around and walk away. “Where are you going, dude?!” Hobie calls out to you. “To blow off steam!” You yell back and swing away.
“I would go find Miguel for that then, mate!” He laughs and sees you fumble a bit while swinging.
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Your eyes barely left Miguel’s body the entire time. The thing was, you were barley listening to Miguel ramble.
He usually tended to do that when you guys were alone.
No matter what he does, he was just perfect. The way his hips swayed without realizing, giving sassy looks at others, which you found funny and cute. God, you wondered if he really did even know you liked him, you were obvious.
You were leaned against his desk, arms crossed and zoned out.
I wonder what triggers them..
how does he control them too?
most of all, I wonder how they feel…
Miguel turned towards you, “you get what I mean?” He suddenly asked.
You jumped, “uhm yeah sure.” Your head was still crowed.
He raised his eyebrow at you, “ why are you always out of it, cariño? You’ve been like this a couple days,” he asked you as he walked over to where you were.
You cleared your throat and boosted yourself up on the desk, “yeah, I’ve just been thinking..about- things?”
“Is that a question or statement?” Miguel’s eyes were on you, watching your body tense from his stare.
Miguel was utterly oblivious as well when it came to liking someone. Never noticed until someone points it out or if he gets jealous.
And, you had no idea he was literally obsessed with you. Jess had to smack the fuck out him to get his shit together and ask you out.
You let out a nervous chuckle and adjusted the neck of your suit. Miguel huffs and walks over to you. Your head was looking down at the ground, not noticing how the distance started closing until you saw big hands go on either side of your hips.
Miguel bad you trapped between his arms, his hips between your legs.
“Tell me,” he demanded. “huh,” you barely had words, ‘does this man not know notice what he’s doing?’
“Tell me what’s wrong so I can make you focus or feel better,” Miguel repeated. You bite the inside of your cheek, “okay..” you move yourself so you can reach for Miguel’s hand.
Miguel furrows his eyebrows, but continues watching, not wanting to stop you.
You grab it, admiring the pretty veins before pressing down in the middle of his palm, causing the talons to shoot out. You gasp and grin slightly.
Miguel raises his eyebrows, since he just takes his claw out on command, he didn’t know that was a way they could also show.
Your fingers graze his talons, loving the sharp edges. Miguel stares, eyes lidded looking at your mesmerized face. Suddenly, you gently drop his hand and reach up for Miguel’s face.
His eyes widen and he’s pushed up against you, your hands on his jaw.
“sorry, can I please just..?” you ask gently and Miguel nods like his hypnotized by you.
Your thumb traces his cheekbone while the other grazes his lips. Miguel’s body felt like it was on fire, being pushed up against you while your hands on him.
If you weren’t so oblivious and mesmerized by him right now, you would of felt the bulge creeping up against you, including the heat between your legs.
You lift Miguel’s upper lip, “can you show me them..please,” you ask noticing his fangs aren’t showing.
Miguel once again nods and opens his mouth, a soft sharp sound was heard and they appeared.
Your eyes shined with amazement and a slight grin. Your thumb stayed in his upper lip to get better angles of them.
Without noticing, you leaned closer and your thighs squeezed against Miguel’s hips. Miguel’s breath hitched when he felt you. His eyes swirled with red lust watching over you.
He felt special that you were so entranced by him, all your attention on him in this moment.
“..so sharp, Miguel,” you said under your breath and he felt his eyes go lidded as your other hand went to hold his hip to pull him even closer if that was possible.
You moaned as your thumb got a slight cut from his fangs, blood immediately oozing out. Miguel’s eyes widening, “..can I?” He asked.
You nodded and placed your hand that was on his face, onto his hips now. Miguel looked into your eyes as he stuck the tip of his tongue out and kitten licked the blood.
He leaned forward and placed one of his hands on your thigh, squeezing slightly with his claws.
Miguel wrapped his perfect lips around your thumb and sucked slightly, you feeling him suck the blood out. You watched with your mouth slightly open, and shifted your hips in the counter, accident brushing against him.
He grunted and released your thumb with a pop, his tongue still sticking out his mouth as he let you go.
Miguel’s claws dug into your thigh and slightly ran your hands up his body, loving how your hands fit on his snap waist.
Your hands made it to his biceps and then to his shoulders.
Miguel seemed breathless as your hands traced him, him staring into your own lidded eyes.
Your eyes flickered down to his plump brown lips, seeing the blood that dried slightly on them. You licked your own and you both leaned in slowly,
As soon as you felt his breath on you, a loud accent was heard.
“OI MIGUEL!! Can I steal Y/n?? I need him for something- oh..” Hobie stopped immediately in his tracks when he tilted his head up and saw you two connected by the hips.
Both of your heads snapped to him, staring wide eyed.
Hobie quickly turned around on his boot, he shoved his hands in his pockets, “I’ll just tell him later if guess! SORRY MATES!” Hobie yelled.
As soon as hobie was at the door he yelled, “make sure to use those fangs in bed on him, Miguel!”
“GET OUT,”
The sight was something, but that something was something that Hobie wish he didn’t see.
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Kinktober day 8 - Period Sex
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Cw: Nsfw, ftm!reader, blood, “pussy” and “cunt” used, squirting
Note: this was a request I didn’t come up with this- also like feel free to ask to be on a tag list idk
Miguel’s warm hands moved down your beautiful body, caressing every curve perfectly. His eyes looked down at you with so much list and desire, you felt like prey being watched by the predator. He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help but stare at all of you. In his eyes you are the most amazing thing he could ever touch, see, feel… taste.
His hands moved to your hips, gently squeezing the soft flesh before moving again. He rested them on your stomach this time, and it felt like heaven, relieving those horrible cramps you felt, even if it’s just a little it was better than before.
You knew of this fantasy of his for quite some time now. It took a lot to work up the courage and give in to this desire of his. Not that you didn’t want this, of course, but the subject of sex in general had been… a difficult topic for you. He did everything possible to ensure you’re comfortable, anything he could.
“I’ll be gentle, mi príncipe.” He whispered against your ear as his fingers hooked into your panties, gently easing them down your thighs and off your gorgeous legs. He placed kisses along your neck and jaw as his fingers slid between your slick folds. You let out a small gasp when they rubbed your clit, feeling so sensitive to touch.
Your hands tugged at his pants and underwear, pulling them down around his thighs. His cock was already stiff and leaking precum just from the sight of you. He never knew this would have such an affect on him, seeing his fingers coated in your blood… it did things to him he couldn’t even describe.
As gently as he could, Miguel pressed the tip of his leaking cock to your entrance. You bit your lower lip as you felt him slowly enter you, moaning as your push is stretched around him. The blood acted as extra lube, allowing him to slide in so easily, his hips quickly meeting your pelvis. He felt so good inside you, the warmth of your cunt made his dick twitch.
He started to slowly move in and out, letting out low grunts and groans as he felt your pussy contract around him. The sight of your blood on his dick made his head spin. It was so hot, he could barely focus on anything else. His thrusts were soon motivated by the sight, in to get more, out so he can see the pretty shine in the faint light of the room. The tip hit the right spot every time, and you couldn’t contain your moans.
Miguel’s pace quickened as he felt his climax approaching. With the new pace your own built up quickly as well. It just felt so good, you wanted it to never end. His fingers found your clit once again, rubbing circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, making you cry out. You moaned and trembled as his fingers worked your clit, bringing you so much closer to the edge.
With one more loud moan you came undone, his fingers and cock never slowing down, and you squirted on him and his cock, shocking both of you. That was enough for Miguel, and he soon spilled inside you, filling you up with his warm cum. His thrusts slowed and settled as a steady pace as you two rode out your orgasms. His fingers on your clit made you whine, the overstimulation so much after that mind blowing release.
He pulled out, his cock and fingers covered in your blood. He grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned himself up as best he can before scooping you up and running a much needed nice and warm bath. He scrubbed your hair, washed your aching body as best he could, and pampered you the rest of the night with all your favorite snacks and movies until you fell asleep peacefully in his arms.
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Hi! I saw you wanted fic requests for Miguel x male reader, do you do trans masc reader too?
i do! i’m trans masc myself so i’d love to :) send another request if there’s anything specific you’d like w a trans masc reader!
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I can imagine Miguel biting reader and his venom leads to them becoming paralyzed and leads to Miguel fucking himself on readers cock or face.-🥭
aw i can just imagine it. he didn’t bite you on purpose. for sure. but he sure as hell enjoyed how he can use you like this. he’d just ride your face to no end as you couldn’t even struggle with his venom in your veins. his clit against your nose as he grinded himself on your face desperately, in hopes of reaching his high. he’d grasp your hair, pulling and playing with it. once he came on your face he’d move onto your dick. it was still hard as he slid it in. you could feel him holding onto your chest as he jumped up and down your cock. he kept muttering curses under his breath in both Spanish and English. sure you hated not being able to touch him but you admit the sight was heavenly. he tried so hard to cum without your touch, playing with his clit and nipples while he jumped up and down on your dick but his poor little body couldn’t handle all the stimulation. he latched onto your neck to keep his moans in, trying not to bite you again considering your situation. he wouldn’t ever admit but he needs your touch to actually cum. he just claims that he doesn’t need you to cum-is what started this all in the first place-. once he came for the second time he lifted himself up your cock just to collapse onto your chest. you are definitely going to get back on him for that one.
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ftm!miguel o’hara x male reader
“no puedo—hic—no puedo—” miguel’s words were barely coherent over the wet sound of your skin making contact with his. he’d been so confident just hours ago, telling you he could take your cock easily while you were just a couple fingers deep in his cunt. however that confidence had wavered when you pulled your pants down your thighs, your heavy cock springing out, the girth covering his pretty pussy from your view as it hovered over his throbbing clit.
and now here he was, bent in half with the help of your webs as you pounded into his cunt, his velvety walls sucking you in with every thrust of your hips as broken cries spilled past his lips. miguel couldn’t count the number of times he’d cum by now, but the soaked sheets beneath him told him that squirting wasn’t out of the question.
“thought you said you could take it, baby?” you huffed out between thrusts. “what, my little boss wants to act like a brat and now he thinks he can tap out? fuck no.” miguel couldn’t even respond, letting out a weak moan as another orgasm washed over him, a gush of his fluid lubing you up for another round. “fuck, there you go, baby.” you groaned, slowing your thrusts so he could catch his breath and you could watch his milky fluids drip between you two. “making a mess, doll.” miguel whined softly, his pussy still pulsing around you as he slowly came down from his high.
miguel shook his head weakly when you started moving again, his walls already fluttering around you. “fuck, don’t tell me you’re already gonna cum again, sweetheart.” you grunted out, watching his legs tremble when your hips pressed flush with his. fuck, why’d you have to be so big? you didn’t leave an inch of his pussy untouched, grinding against sweet spots he didn’t even know existed when you moved.
“such a perfect fit.” you growled out when the tip of your cock smooched his cervix, and fuck, that was so hot. he could already feel yet another orgasm approaching, tingling waves of pleasure hitting him tenfold as your thick cock slid along his walls. miguel was babbling out pleas, begging you to just hold on a moment, that he needed more time before he could cum again.
streaks of milky fluid spilled from his weeping cunt, soaking the already drenched sheets in his fluids as he let out a sob. thick tears slid into his hair as his whole body was wracked with tremors because you just kept pounding into miguel, fucking him through the best orgasm of his life. when you did eventually slow, letting your cock rest inside him, you leaned over him and peppered kisses to his face that miguel weakly returned.
“just one more, baby.”
hey 😏
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Trans Spidey reader and Miguel where the reader is really really into Miguel’s talons and muscles and everyone at HQ knows but Miguel (basically just sexual tension between oblivious people)
Imagine crushing on Miguel and being reciprocated haha couldn't be me FHSFHFJKDF I really do like this idea anon tysm! I love writing oblivious trope, its always so fun! I hope you all enjoyed this btw!
Exclusively Yours
Tags: Miguel O’hara x ftM,!reader, Spidey!reader, Miguel O’hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabakhar, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Margo (Spider Byte), Jessica Drew, Peter B. Parker, Mayday, Fluff, sexual tension, soft!Miguel, Maybe OOC, Miles’ group being a menace, a bit nsfw-ish maybe, kissing, humor, confessions, feelings realization
Maybe you're not the first Spiderman to notice Miguel's arms and claws, and maybe you're not the first person to fall in love with him because of those too. But you're certainly the first to make Miguel fall in love.
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1st Month
“I can't be the only one seeing this, right?” The other tree turns to Pavitr, his eyes following the new guy that just got into the Spider Society, next to him stands Miguel.
“I mean, he made Miguel walk outside his office for once!” The new guy laughs, a flash of a blush on his cheeks while Miguel says something the group couldn't hear.
“Honestly a bit scary ain't it?” Hobie chews another chip. “Boss man never smiles, now look at tha’,”
The group snickers as they watch those two walk past the cafeteria, before they turn a corner and disappear from their vision. Gwen takes a sip of her smoothie, her head tilted slightly. “You’ve seen how he looks at Miguel?”
“I mean, I've only been on a mission with those two once…” She grins. “Pretty sure he kept sneaking glances at his arms,”
“There’s no way they don't like each other!” However, what Pavitr said made Hobie scoff.
“Miguel or new guy?” Pavitr tilts his head.
“I wouldn't bet on that mate, man’s so blind might as well be walkin’ to a pole,”
“Both to be ‘onest,”
“Impossible! Did you see the tension? I can practically feel it,” The shorter boy grips at the edge of the table, his eyes sparkling.
“Y’know, yesterday, while me and Peter reported back to Miguel’s-” The group leans closer to their shared table. “He was showing the new guy his claws!”
“What?!” Pavitr shouts, the group erupts in laughter. “No way that's real!”
“Wait wait, were they like-” Suddenly, Pavitr grabs at Hobie’s wrists, bringing them close to his face. “Oh! They are so sharp Miguel! Must you always be so dangerous!”
Pavitr brings one hand to his crown, pressing the back of it to dramatize his impression of the new guy. Hobi snickers, before he plays into his friend's bit, one hand holds Pavitrs face while the other fists, pressed to his chest. “Never for you, my love,”
“Oh Miguel!” Pavitr turns his head to the side and Hobie closes his eyes, both of them making kissy faces at each other.
“Oh my god!” Gwen and Miles doubles over in laughter, the girl holding on to Miles’ shoulder while she holds on to her stomach, Miles already cackling over the table. Hobie and Pavitr join their laughs, Hobie holding his sides while Pavitr slapped the table repeatedly, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes.
Miles shakes as he brings his head up. “Miguel would kill you!”
“Who would I kill?” The group halted, turning slowly to find Miguel standing beside their table, arms crossed, one dangerous brow raised. Gwen looks away, Pavitr and Miles audibly gulp while Hobie rolls his eyes, huffing.
“N-nothing- No one! Nope, haha,” Miles shakes his head, a nervous smile on his lips. Miguel simply raises his brow higher, eyes narrowing.
“Oh! Would you look at the time!” Gwen glances at nothing on her wrist. “We should get going, right guys? We have that meeting, right?”
“Oh yeaah! The meeting, yes,” Pavitr shakily grins, shaking Hobie’s shoulder. “Come on Hobie we should go, haha,”
The team shuffles awkwardly away from the table, before they all booked it and ran in the same direction, Miles and Pavitr already jumping off the ledge and swinging away, followed by Gwen and Hobie who’s running behind them before also flying away. Miguel rumbles lowly, before he sees the new guy approaching him with his tray of food and joins him in looking for a seat.
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5th Month
Gwen pulls off her mask as she enters Margo’s lab, the girl nods her head to the music she's listening to, her eyes on the monitors. She adjusts the files inside the small box she's carrying before walking towards her. “Hey Margo, Jessica told me you needed these?”
“Oh yeah, just put them there,” Her hologram glitches as the headphones disappear. She stands, walking towards where Gwen set aside the box before riffling through it.
“What’s in those anyways?” Gwen perches herself on one of the empty consoles. Margo opens one and flips through it.
“Oh it’s actually from Miguel,” She closes the file, setting it aside, before looking through the others. Gwen hums, looking around the various screens, briefly at the Go Home Machine, before she turns to Margo again.
“Hey, speaking of Miguel, you’ve seen the new guy right?”
“The one that sticks with Miguel, like, all the time?” Margo smirks, setting aside another piece of paper. Gwen nods, now intrigued. “Oh have I,”
“They were here, like, a couple of weeks ago right, and lemme tell you,” Margo pushes the box away, sitting up where Gwen is also sitting, pulling one leg up to her chest. “His eyes were all over Miguel's body, I swear!”
“Holy shit?”
“Im serious! Jessica was right there, by the way, and he was eating Miguel up,”
“Shut up!” Gwen giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. Margo laughs too, now her legs are crossed over the console.
“Especially his arms, like boy get a room!” Miguel laughs, throwing her head back while Gwen holds at her side, almost doubling over from her own laughter.
“You think-” Gwen tries to stifle her giggles. “You think Miguel notices?”
“I’d be surprised if he didn't! We both know he’s dumb about these things, but come on,”
“Yeah, I’d feel sad if Miguel doesn't know,” Gwen sighs, leaning on her hands behind her. “Though, I’m pretty sure he’s also been checking out the new guy,”
“Don’t get me started!” Margo’s grin widens.
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1 year
“So how’s Miggy been treating you?”
“Really? Right now, Parker?”
You’re currently swinging through another universe's version of Brooklyn, chasing a rouge Doc Oct from another dimension. Peter was now running on top of a building while you swung under the elevated railway. Mayday giggles in her baby carrier when her father leaped off the building and joins to swing next to you. Your back aches a bit when you swung to another building, maybe wearing a binder today wasn’t your best choice, then again you didn't know the fucker was gonna run this long.
“Hey, we haven't got time to catch up ever since Mr. Dark and broody’s been stealing you,” He shrugs, sharply turning just as you swung above him, Doc Oct meter away, still running with his metal arms.
“First of all, he hasn't been ‘stealing me’-” You made quotation marks mid-air. “And Secondly-”
A car was suddenly thrown at you, at which you narrowly slide past the opened passenger and driver's window, before webbing it up so it doesn't hit the pedestrians below. “Miguel’s been treating me great, okay,”
“Has he asked you out to dinner yet?” He twips another web, swinging on it.
“What?!” Just as you said that, Doc Oct threw debris toward you, which you quickly swing away and secured that too. “Oh shit…”
“You’ll never catch me Spidermans!” He shouts and does that damn annoying meniscal laugh.
“Let’s wrap this up?” You suggested to Peter as he stops at the same lamp post as you.
“Yup, hold on to daddy, baby,” Mayday nods her little head as Peter adjusts her straps, then it’s off against Doc Oct.
Peter swings behind him, effectively catching his attention as you landed a punch straight to his jaw. He shakes away the pain, imminently turning and letting his metal arms attack you, the sharp appendages reach towards you before Peter shoots at it, pulling it down towards the ground. Doc Oct hits concrete hard, at which you quickly tie up the rest of his appendages. He sharply turns to you before you could tie the last arm, sweeping you off of your feet, which makes you fall as he cages you on the ground, the sharp end of the arm almost slicing your next if you didn't duck quick enough. Peter lands meters behind Doc Oct, the hologram cage in his hand. He nods curtly, his eyes on you.
“Now!” You threw off Doc Oct with your legs, Peter throwing the cage just where he lands. When he went to chase after you, the cage clicks open, effectively containing him.
You catch your breath, before deciding to lie on the concrete floor and covering your eyes with one arm. “Nice going man,”
“Thanks,” You say as Peter stands beside you. “You too,”
Peter shrugs before he releases Mayday from her carrier, holding her in front of him before he kisses her nose. “And you too young lady, very brave,”
Mayday giggles, hands patting Peter’s cheeks. You huff, resting your arms on your chest while keeping your eyes closed. You can still hear Mayday's little voice, before Peter turns to you. “So he hasn't asked you out yet?”
“I really don't know what you're talking about Pete,”
“Oh come on! You’ve been with us for a year, probably longer with Miguel-”
You sharply sit up. “What?”
“I’m just sayin’,” He held his hands up, Mayday hanging on his hip. “You guys should be official by now,”
You scoff, crossing your arms. “And what makes you think he likes me?”
“Oh my god, Jessica is right, you’re way too oblivious,”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You stand, brows furrowed while Peter laughs with his daughter. Clearly, your confusion is hilarious to him. “There’s no way thee Miguel O’hara likes me, okay,”
“Sure sometimes I feel his eyes on me, or how much he asks me to hang out with him, but I’m probably not the only one!”
“No, you are-”
“Plus, he’s busy okay, he only ever makes time to eat lunch with me, or to train, sometimes, if I'm lucky, maybe even a coffee break together, but that's it! He doesn't like me, he doesn't trail me with those sharp eyes, we don't accidentally make eye contact, he doesn't smile at me or laugh along my lame jokes, and he definitely didn’t blush when I asked about his claws- oh my god he does like me…”
“Bingo,” Peter snaps his fingers, followed by Maydays giggles as Pete holds her by her legs, red hair covering her face.
Your face reddens, eyes blinking as you recall all of your and Miguel’s interactions for the past year. The first month you showed up, Miguel paired himself with you and you thought he was just being nice. He indulges in your curiosity, showing you his claws, a bit worried but couldn't help the steady red that appears on his cheeks when you leaned closer. He makes time for you, joins you for lunch, which had the teens curious. He only ever trains with you, letting you spar with him, those widened eyes whenever you managed to pin him down. The longing gazes that you sometimes caught, smiling at him when you do which only makes Miguel turn away. The way he lets you on his platform, hanging out with him where others usually had to wait until Miguel dramatically descends. When he encourages you, lingering hand on your shoulders, and back, the ghost of a smirk only reserved around you.
And you have been eyeing him too. How could you not when a man that good-looking, that dedicated to his work, is right there?! But the idea of Miguel reciprocating your feeling…
“Alright, let's get you home buddy,” Peter moves behind you, pushing your shoulders and walking towards the opened portal. You’re still in a daze, confused and embarrassed with how many signs you missed from him.
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The next day, you're still clouded with the possibility of Miguel liking you back, making you hesitant to ask him to eat lunch with you. The activity has become a constant now, but ever since your revelation, you were second-guessing yourself.
You take a breath, closing your eyes briefly, before pushing the doors open. You jog your way to where Miguel's platform is and swing your way up easily. “Hey Miguel, join me for lunch?”
“Sure, let me allow Lyla to take over,” He nods toward you before turning back to his screens. You hum, shifting your weight from one leg to the other.
“Alright, let's go,” He turns around, stretching his arms above his head briefly, the sight of his muscles taut makes you gulp. Now or never…
“Wait, I have something I wanna talk about,” You blurted out, looking anywhere but at Miguel. He stops in his tracks, putting one hand on his hip.
“Sure, go ahead,” He nods, patiently waiting. You inhale slowly, and let your breath out.
“I hope I'm not reading the room wrong but- I’ve noticed the way you look at me, Miguel,” You meet his red irises. They widen slightly, Miguel stands straighter. “You follow me with your eyes, and I know what they mean. You make time for me and we train together, you let me up on your platform, hell, I’m the only one allowed to get close to you without you getting irritated!”
You laugh nervously, swiping back your fallen fringe. “What I’m saying is, am I wrong to think that you like me?”
A beat passes. Silence aside from the writing of cables and soft beeps from the monitors. Your hands turn to fists ready for the rejection, maybe a condescending laugh from the man you’re pining, until-
“No, you're not,” He sighs. “ I do. I like you a lot, but I didn't want to ruin what we had. You're so close to me, and I’m afraid that if I told you, you’ll…”
Miguel turns slightly, averting his eyes, which is unlike him at all. His blush is now prominent, which spikes your own blush. You gulp, slowly stepping towards him. Your hand reaches for his arms, your touch making him blink and meet your gaze once again. “I like you too, Miguel,”
“If you couldn't tell, I’ve also been sneaking glances at you,” You chuckle, placing one hand on his jaw as Miguel also chuckles, his voice reverberating around the room. “God, they were all right, we’re so oblivious,”
“‘They’?” Miguel grins, his hand holding your wrist, tilting his head against your hand.
“The others noticed before we did,”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah,” You giggle.
“Wow, okay,” He follows your laugh, bumping his forehead against yours as the two of you laugh. You close your eyes, breathing in the scent that is Miguel, Basking in his warmth as he holds you close. Slowly, as the laughter dies down, you open your eyes, staring into his bright reds. Your hand brings his chin closer, you felt his breath stutter. After months of build-up, Miguel's lips against yours feel explosive. His hands are on your hips, pulling you closer, the reminder of those sharp talons beneath them. One hand reaches to tangle in Miguel’s hair, making him grunt, deepening the kiss. You feel his large hands caressing your sides, sending shivers down your spine. When you two pull back, Miguel's eyes are blown wide while you smirk, licking the remnants of him from your lips.
“That year-long pining?” You smirk, pulling his shoulder closer, your nose brushing his. “Fucking worth it.”
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I see you're into spider-verse 👀 How do you think Miguel O'Hara would react to the reader coming out to him as trans? (Fem to Male)
This ones not too long but I think that-
To be coming out to Miguel in the first place you have to be somewhat close to him, which means he cares about you enough to actually develop a relationship with you, platonic or romantic. As you ready yourself to come out to Miguel he'd probably notice how nervous you were but would wait for you to talk to him about it rather than asking you first. When you do eventually gather the courage to tell him, he's quiet the whole time as you explain your identity to him. Though his stature can look a little mean and closed off as he's listening with crossed arms, his face is anything but and he nods along with the conversation. He'd be accepting but slightly confused so he may ask a few questions just to get a better understanding but he'd try his hardest not to offend you. If you use a new name it'll take him a minute to get used to it, he'll probably mess up a few times but he'd immediately correct himself and then apologize. The same thing would happen for your pronouns, in the beginning he'd mess up a bit but eventually he'd get better.
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Reporting Back (18+)
Miguel O’Hara x Transmasc-Spider!Reader
(AO3 | Masterlist)
Summary: You go to Miguel’s office to report your duties and tasks for the day.
Warnings ⚠️: Dom/sub Undertones, Miguel gives head like he's starving (again), fingering, etc. You get the gist.
A/N: Trade made for a friend! <33
Wc: 3.3k-ish
You knock on the outside doors of Miguel’s office, hearing a muffled ‘Come in’ from inside the room. Gently pushing against the doors, you get yourself into the room, the vast area being empty besides the two of you. You step forward until you see Miguel, footsteps echoing against the walls. As you reach under the higher platform, you tilt your head to look up at him working on files that lit the area around him. You gaze at him silently while multiple different files paint his face and suit in different colors, pinching the fingertips of your suit between your fingers nervously and waiting for an opportunity to speak up. “Well? Don’t just watch me. What do you need?” He says out in annoyance while you stared at him. You clear your throat, a bit embarrassed. “I wanted to report that all the anomalies have been transported back to their rightful dimensions, and it seems that everything is under control for the rest of the night. I’ve doubled checked and looked through the dimensions from the bug cams set down, and there’s nothing out of the ordinary so far.” You responded back to him, checking the gadget on your wrist as you read back the report to him.
Miguel looks away from the screen and down at you, face painted blue and red from something on his screen. He gives a small nod at your direction, a half smile tugging at his lips. “Good boy. That sounds fine, is that all?” You jolt back at the pet name, heart beat picking up and tightness curling itself at your abdomen. You nod at him, “Y.. Yes. Some of the others have gone to check on a few dimensions just to make sure everything is going smoothly…” you muttered, tripping over your words now. Miguel raises an eyebrow at the change of demeanor, pausing. “Alright. Thank you, you did a good job.” You swell under the praise, heart beat still going strong as your mind swarms around the pet name. And honestly making your mind wonder elsewhere. Miguel squints as he stares at you, “Did I say something wrong? I can hear how loud your heart is.” He closes the tabs on the digital computer, now turning his body towards you. “Are you scared of me?” He questions with a serious and leveled tone, eyes scanning you.
You make a face of confusion, cursing to yourself in your head. You had forgotten how keen that sense of hearing of his is. “What? No no, of course not.” You gave a half lie, he was intimidating, but in a way that was exhilarating and exciting. Miguel hums in thinking, “Was it the praise then? I can’t think of any other reason why you’re being so loud right now” he hissed out. You stepped back, starting to turn around as you felt guilty for even enjoying the praise he’d given you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep honestly—“
Restrains are felt against your wrist as a red web holds it back, “No no no… come back here.“ He pulls at the web, drawing you closer. “You didn’t misstep at all, in fact.” With that, he’s shooting your other wrist with another web. “I just want to hear you say it. Just to be clear.” He said in amusement, giving a sarcastic smile down at you. You fumble with your words, trying to wrap your head around the webs and his questions. “Well I uh.. I didn’t mean it like that I just. It happened in the moment and I—“ Miguel nods at you, “Right. Yeah. Now speak clearly and say what you really mean.” He says out plainly to you. You swallow down, trying to calm your heart down, now beating so loudly you can hear it yourself in your head. “Yes.” You croaked, “I liked the pet name. It felt good hearing it from you.” You said sheepishly, looking away from Miguel.
In a flash, you’re brought up onto the elevated platform by Miguel. His webs bringing you up with ease, in return making you wobble at the sudden change of footing. He brings down a hand to your plush hips, keeping your balance steady, and fingers curling on your suit. You heat up at the realization Miguel had pulled you all the way up, without any problems. You don’t think often at how much more stronger he is compared to you or any other spider-person, how much his senses are amplified. Though, now you’ve have. Starting to become awfully aware of you surroundings, you think of how close the two of your bodies are, the warmth radiating from his palm, the height difference, and in response— you feel blood rush to your face. A blush paints your face with a darker hue, Miguel towers over you and stares down. “There you go. Now was that so hard to admit?” He hummed out lowly, with his free hand tracing his thumb against your cheek. “Y’know I can tell that you like this, right? I can smell it on you.” He leans down to your level, face inches away from yours.
Your mouth drops in surprise, a quiet ‘oh’ leaving you and pulling you into the realization of how soaked your underwear is. You bite the inside of your cheek, hands instinctively propping themselves against his chest as he moved so close to you. “I uh.. I’m sorry?” You say out cautiously, almost as if asking. Your eyes dart all over his face for some sort of hint of what he’s thinking. “I mean when you’re complimenting me like that, what else am I supposed to think?” You blurted out. The corners of his mouth twitched, fighting back a smile. “Oh yeah? What were you thinking of then?” He questioned, looking at you with mischief. Fuck. You catch your bottom lip behind your teeth, swallowing down your the bubbling embarrassment, knowing he’d press until you confessed. “I want thinking of uh..” you trailed off, fidgeting a little under his stare. “Go ahead.” He nudges you on. “Fucking me and telling me sweet stuff..” you grumbled quietly, face painted with a darker color as blood rushed to your head.
Miguel only hums, whispering a small ‘I can do that for you’ and fingers tightening around your waist, the gap between the two of your lips being closed by him.
You become lax under the kiss, hands grasping at his suit as he presses your body deliciously against his. The kiss had been gentle and soft at first, making you melt at how warm he felt. Though, it was quick to become needy and filled with want, the space around you two filled with small noises. Miguel nips at your bottom lip, tongue quick to dart out and soothe what he had bitten. The hand pressed on your waist began exploring and snaking itself down your back, his other grasping at your body, both hands grabbing a handful of your plump ass. You let out a gasp at the harsh grasp, breaking apart the kiss you shared and gasping for air as you feel your lips sore from his playful bites. Miguel looks down at you with lidded and relaxed eyes, he moves his hands to knead at your skin, turning his face so he kisses your head. In return, you whine as the display of affection, which goes straight to your groin and makes you clench around nothing.
“Coño.. C’mere.” He grumbles out, hands lowering down to your thighs and lifting you up to set you up on the desk. Miguel gives you a quick peck on your lips, before he starts heading down. He kisses down your neck, hands trailing and groping whatever he can get his hands on. He moves down your body, pressing soft kisses on your torso. And as he reached your legs, he’s quick to get on his knees in front of you while hands rest on your meaty inner thighs. He presses his strong palms against your knees, pulling them apart to lay kisses on your legs. A hand of yours reaches down, tangling itself onto his hair for stability, making him groan at the action.
As an impatient and wordless nature settles between you two, Miguel’s hands are quick to work, careful fingers clawing at the cloth separating your pussy and him. You spread your legs to give him better access to the space, making him successful in tearing apart your spider suit. You gasp at how easily he pulls it apart, leaving your slit opened in display for him. Miguel stares, as it takes everything in him to not dive right in. His eyes quickly dart from your folds to your face, looking up at you. “Can I?” He asks breathlessly. You nod at him and quietly say a ‘yes’ , the fingers tangled on his hair tightening. Miguel quickly repositioned your legs and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk, propping them up on his shoulders so he could settle himself comfortably.
Miguel wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them open before he dived his head onto your groin, mouth latching onto your slit and tongue lapping up at your folds and slick in slow stripes. A shiver runs up your spine, a shaky exhale leaving you while you watch him intently. Miguel’s eyes close in concentration, savoring the taste of you, the smell, and the noises he pulls from you. His mouth closed around your clit, tongue swirling at your bud as he began to suck on it, moaning around your bundle of nerves. The vibrations make your hips buck up into his mouth, head falling back and moans being caught in your throat. Miguel switches from sucking on your clit, to diving down to lap up your juices— enjoying the way you whine as he teased you. His eyes pierced through you as he glanced up, “Mm’you like that, mi príncipe?” He mumbled against your folds, nose pressed against your bud as he talked to you— a pressure that threatened to push you over the edge as you were so, so close. You nod at him feverishly, head hazy with need. “Uh-huh. Love it so much. So good, fuck Miggy.” You tug softly at his hair, urging him to go back to eating you out. Miguel’s arms tighten in response to the nickname, happily going back to sucking you. He worked his tongue with effort, not breaking eye contact with you. You cry out a moan and squeeze around nothing at the attention, legs straining against his grip. You felt hot, head cloudy while your orgasm rapidly built itself up, the strings at your abdomen quickly breaking. You tug at Miguel’s hair desperately, pushing him further into your sex, Miguel groans in response, happy to be used for you to get off. The vibration of his groan pulls you in, and with a whine, you cum on Miguel’s mouth— bucking your hips, clit gliding against his tongue as you chased your high.
You gasp, trying to drag air into your lungs, and pull Miguel’s head away from your pussy with a pop. Miguel looks at you with a blissed out expression; lidded blown out eyes, a trail of saliva connecting the both of you, mouth and chin wet from you, and tongue darted out from his lips. He breathes heavily, catching his breath, gaze fixated on you. “ ‘sho good. Tan rico, mi príncipe. You smell and taste amazing. Fuck.” He pulls weakly against the grip on his hair, “Need it again. Por favor, you’ve been so good. You deserve it.” He babbles out, pleading to eat you out some more. You almost cum again at the sight, scooching yourself closer to Miguel and nodding shakily at him, grip loosening. Miguel lights up, flashing you a small smile that display his fangs, before his mouth is right back at your clit. Your mouth drops as you moan from overstimulation, eyes squeezed shut for a second and not noticing an arm releasing your thigh. A hand of Miguel’s finds itself outside your entrance, finger gliding in between your folds. You choke on a gasp, opening your eyes to look down at him who’s been watching you all along. A whine is pulled out from you at the feeling of his thick index and middle fingers going inside you slowly, until they bottom out. He pulls his fingers back just as slowly, his tongue working on you with a similar rhythm and making you groan out in frustration.
Miguel fights back a smile, mischievous eyes never leaving you. He snaps his fingers inside again, a moan catching itself on your throat and making you twitch. With this, Miguel set a brutal pace that makes your mouth gape, back arching while your fingernails dig into his scalp. Miguel sloppily eats you out as fingers expertly fuck you into oblivion, the contrast of his tongue swirling on your clit gently while his digits were thrusted brutally making your mind blank out. He spreads his fingers inside and scissors you, attempting to stretch you out as much as he can. It’s not long until you feel yourself over the edge again as pathetic sounds fall from your lips, keeping eye contact with Miguel, who eats up your expressions. He pushes his ring finger inside you, the third finger alongside the other two curling and fucking you. Miguel sucks tightly against your bud, making you spasm and tighten your legs around his head as the pressure in your abdomen loosens. Strings of his name, praises, and pleads leave your lips as you orgasm, making you shake against him. Miguel’s pace doesn’t falter as he guides you through your second orgasm again, only stopping when he feels your shaking cease.
Miguel moves his mouth away from your swollen clit, pulling his fingers out from you slowly. He wiped his chin with his forearm, damp from your juices while he tried to catch his breath. Finally, he gets on his feet while his other hand slid up your thigh to settle comfortably on your hips. Miguel brought his fingers previously inside you, up to your mouth, “Open.” He says lowly and breathless, and you obliged. Your mouth wraps around his fingers, licking up and swirling them with your tongue. Miguel’s lips twitched, eyebrows furrowing as he concentrated on the feeling of your mouth and the fucked out expression you had. He pulls back his fingers with a pop, replacing them with his lips for a brief kiss. His hand joined his other, both now holding at your hips and pulling you closer to his own. You wrapped your arms around his neck for stability, pulling each other into an embrace as you kissed. You gasped at the feeling of his dick pressed against your thigh, pulling away from his lips to look down. The holographic suit made way for his groin, the rest of his suit overall being intact but leaving an opening for his dick. You stared in awe, not realizing how big and girthy he was, piecing together why he was so adamant in stretching you out.
He grips at your hips, pulling you closer so that he could line up with your slit. He glided his dick in between your wet folds, tip nudging against your clit every so often and making you whine and buck your own hips back. He cooed at you, enjoying the reactions your body gave him. “You’re so good for me, such a good boy. You deserve this.” He traced the stretch marks on your hips tenderly with his finger pads, “So pretty and obedient too. Shit, can’t get enough.” He hummed out, steadying himself and pushing his dick slowly at your entrance.
You hissed at the stretch of him, grasp tightening around his neck. Miguel being considerate, attempted to go as gentle as he could for your comfort, sucking in a breath and cursing to himself at your tissue tightening around him. When Miguel finally bottoms out, hips flushed against your own, he gripped at your hips with a bruising hold. Miguel kissed your jaw and neck, easing you up as he grinded against you subtly. As you adjusted to his girth and length, you grew impatient at the nips he left at your neck, “Miggy, please.” You huffed out. “Please what, cariño?” He questioned, pulling his head back to look at you. You groaned, “Please fuck me.” Begging him. Miguel smiled at you and pulled his hips back until his tip remained inside, only to thrust harshly back inside you in one go. You choke as the wind gets knocked out of your lungs, “Sure.” He said casually, fangs in display as he smiled at you evilly.
Miguel sets a routine of thrusting inside you with a brutal pace, pulling your hips down to match his pace, and whispering profanities under his breath. You can do nothing but clench down on his dick, moaning out pathetically and clawing at his back. You wrap your legs around Miguel’s hips, your body slouching and head falling between the crook of his neck and shoulders. Like this, you gave Miguel full access to maneuver your body with ease, practically letting him use you as a fuck doll. With that realization, he groaned right into your ear, pace picking itself up desperately. Miguel mumbled under his breath, being able to pick up a few words of praises and your name. You felt as he manhandled you, angling you up to fuck you deeper. Your mouth was parted as you drooled in delight— whimpers, grunts and moans being fucked right out of you. You tightened up, legs shaking as you felt the familiar build up on your abdomen. Miguel groans against you, the talons on his finger pads peeking out every now and then, threatening to break your skin but never doing so. You babble breathlessly against Miguel, asking if you could cum against his skin, finger nails dragging along his back. Miguel, more than happy to oblige, grunts against you. “Coño. Yes, yes. ‘Sho close too.” He slurred out, hips stuttering as a hand reached up to tug on his hair. You catch your bottom lip behind your teeth, muffling your sounds as you cum with one last thrust of his, the strings on your abdomen pulled apart. As you shake, Miguel continues to fuck you through your orgasm, chasing his own now. Your mind blanked out from how strong your orgasm was, but you were able to make out Miguel pulling out and spilling his cum on your stomach, saying phrases in Spanish you barely made out through the haze in your head.
Your body quivers against Miguel as you come back down from your high, the both of you panting and gasping for air. He rubs small gently circles on the skin of your hips, which were starting to bruise because of the tight hold he has on them earlier. Your legs unwrap themselves from his hip, your body exhausted and pussy throbbing. Miguel’s suit works to cover himself up, as if nothing had happened.
He kissed the top of your head and pulled you back so that you could look at him, “I’ll uh. I’ll get you some sweat pants.” He said with a shameful look, “sorry about your suit. I can help with the repairs.” He said with guilt in his voices, you had forgotten about him ripping it apart, too focused on other things clearly. Though you feel bad at his worried look. “It’s cool, I have spare ones. I’d appreciate the pants though. Can’t just go back out and let everyone know what happened here.” You say teasingly, shrugging at him. Miguel nods at you, cheeks flushed. “I’ll be back then.” He said nonchalantly, webbing himself away from the platform to look for something for you to wear.
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MIGUEL O'HARA 交易 ── `` power bottom m. top reader.
miguel o’hara isn’t the most patient man. it’s obvious enough — he gets easily frustrated. and with you? you’re no exception. he can’t bring himself to raise his voice at you, so he did what both of you’d find pleasure in.
he’s taking out his anger on you by riding your cock with his talons digging into your shoulder. it’s threatening to break your skin, but the burning coil in your gut is far stronger. he’s groaning beside your ear, uncaring of how anyone can catch you two like this. his cunt practically soaking your cock.
“miguel— i can’t, ah, it’s too much.” your hands grabbed his slutty waist in a futile attempt.
“too much?” he scoffs, his pussy tightening around you despite your weak protest, “what do you mean ‘too much’? i’ve barely begun, amor.”
he’s milking your poor cock, a ring of white surrounding the base from the amount of times he’s came. when you try to play with his clit, he stops you. telling you to keep your hands behind your back as he takes what he wants without your help.
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Okay, so I was thinking about yandere Peter B and Miguel O’Hara with FTM reader. Both men obsessed and possessive with them ever since they joined the society.
And they both share them. Kinks could be breeding, size difference, degradation, praising kink? Miguel could be a hard dom and Peter a soft dom. You could add more if ya like.
Your writing is absolutely amazing!
🕸️🕷️ 》 OUR LITTLE SPIDER || PETER B. PARKER AND MIGUEL O'HARA X FTM READER ||
A/N: I made it in headcanon format because I was too lazy to make a one shot, but I hope you like it.
THIS WAS A LITTLE TOO LONG SORRY--- ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ.
TW: age gap, smut, yandere content, dark romance, daddykink, praise!kink, size!kink, possession, manipulation, ftm reader, betrayal, breed!kink, v!sex, anal!sex, overstimulation, kidnapping, blackmail, murder, aphrodisiac use, dub con, threesome, creampie.
Being in the spidersociety was a big responsibility role for you, but you accepted it anyway, after all you had the sense of hero that each spider variant had. You didn't expect so much attention or flattery for you but that's what you received from two specific people ─ Miguel O'Hara, your boss and Peter B. Parker, the most peaceful and sweet spider man you met in Spider society. You swore you saw hearts form in the two older men's orbs simultaneously.
You quickly saw things escalate to a strange level. Miguel was very protective of you, even putting you on "easier" missions like staying at the spider society headquarters and giving him boring reports.
"You're safe here. Being a spider-man isn't just about battling villains, it's about learning responsibility. You're still a little spider, carinõ." the Mexican would speak as he gave you more papers to fill out. While on the other hand, Peter agreed with everything the leader said, complementing even more.
"Miguel is right, baby boy. You still have a lot to learn." The older man gestured excitedly and you accepted, defeated and sighing.
O'Hara watched everything with a chill passing through him, he tried not to let his thoughts speak loudly but he knew that Peter was also interested in you, just like the Mexican was.
"You shouldn't be so close to him, Peter. Your wife will be jealous." O'Hara hissed the words like venom coming out of his fangs, while the other spider-man just smiled relaxedly and looked at the younger man.
"You want to compete for him? Is that it Miguelito? You liked him too, didn't you? We can share." Peter spoke as he saw you oblivious to the dark conversation you were both having.
The proposal for a share was denied in the first instance, but every day it seemed more tempting for the spider leader, for several reasons. The main one was that you were getting closer to other spider variants and Peter, being more social, was keeping up with your pace ── at the same time that you realized that some spider variants no longer wanted to talk to you, if that variant presented romantic interest in you, they disappeared and came back with deep bruises, diverting topics with you and leading you to turn to Peter.
Little did you know that the nice family man was the cause of that. He was sick for you, to the point of abandoning his purposes and character ── you and his daughter were the only things that mattered to him at that moment, he told himself that he still loved Mary Jane... But he also loved you.
Peter was getting rid of another spider variant using threats and pure blackmail to do so, but the poor victim that time had no chance after Miguel appeared and took out his fury on them. The tall man sloppily wiped the blood off his hands as he turned to Peter.
"Okay... I accept your proposal, let's share the ninõ." O'Hara spoke in a calm, cold and insane tone, while he saw Parker smile and nod his head ── after this previous peace agreement between them, it was his life's turn to become a sweet hell.
You had no one else inside or outside the spider society, Peter and Miguel were the only ones who spoke to you. (Peter's threat + Miguel's tyrannical power with the other spider variants in secret was the reason for his involuntary isolation.)
In addition to the fact that the Mexican used his entire database to find out about your family, friends and possible love interests outside the society he had control over ── some were bought with money, others were threatened and others... They were found in alleys and became news on TV channels.
Everything was falling apart in your life, even your college grades and your mental state and all you had left was the comfort of the two older men... Exactly as you both planned.
You ran into their arms while crying and venting ── an Oscar award was supposed to be presented to the duo, both of them pretended shock and indignation while you told them every detail. So when you were weakened enough, they acted, bringing you into their possession, protecting you from the cruel world that was made worse in their minds.
Compliments, gifts, words of positive affirmations and everything sweet and warm in the world they gave you. Miguel was more desperate for touch, placing you on his lap while he worked on the panels of the multiverse or giving you small, intimate but not vulgar kisses, something that asserted a silent and slow dominance ── away from curious eyes, after all he was still the leader of that society.
Peter on the other hand would give you more affection in public, you and him would even go for a walk together with mayday as a family, away from Mary Jane's eyes. He would also lie to you saying that he and his wife were separated and even show the old divorce paper to prove something to you... You were trapped in a spider web of lies and dirty manipulations.
And when you realized, you were in a relationship with both men ── they asked you if it was okay for you to deal with both of them at the same time, which you denied, too drunk with pleasure to think about anything more than both filling you to the brim (an effect that was also the fault of the aphrodisiac Miguel had put in your drink that day.)
Peter's hands took off your spider uniform while O'Hara's thick hands went towards your wetness, playing roughly with your clit "mi hermoso" the spider leader growled in your ear as one of his thick fingers entered inside you, making you moan ─ at the same time that Peter sucked your nipples and gently squeezed your breasts, his experienced hands were working magic on your body. Raw kisses were left by the older man on your abdomen, as Parker knelt and licked your clit, helping O'Hara prepare you even more for what was to come.
"You're already dripping for us, aren't you? Such a good little slut." The tanned man teased as he stuck a second finger in your cunt, stretching you in scissor movements, back and forth. Peter got out on his knees as he captured your lips lightly moaning huskily against your flesh: "Such a beautiful and good boy for us... You make your daddies proud like that little spider." He said as Miguel pressed his hard, pulsing erection against your ass, making you moan loudly against the other man's lips.
The two bodies fit perfectly inside you, practically crushing you with their heat as you tried not to cum on O'Hara's fingers, but the effort was in vain as you felt him easily reach your cervix. You felt one of Peter's fingers soon find your other hole, making you moan even more against his lips.
"That's it, my spider boy. Show us how much you want it." The voices mixed together as you felt like you were going to explode at any moment and it actually happened ── you came, squirting onto Miguel's forearm and dripping onto the floor as all your muscles contracted involuntarily.
"I knew it was going to be a fucking squirt." The spider leader said, laughing, as you left for the next step ── you just left yourself there, your body for the two of them to use as they wanted, you just wanted to feel good and they would guarantee that.
With careful coordination and chemistry between the three of you, you found yourself sitting on Peter's lap, your back pressed against his chest as he guided his cock to your tight hole. Meanwhile, Miguel positioned himself at your front, his hands gripping your hips as he slowly entered your dripping pussy. "Te ves tan hermoso."
Peter couldn't help but let out a groan of satisfaction as he finally buried his cock deep inside your tight ass, the feeling of being completely enveloped by your warmth and tightness was overwhelming for him, he had to fight against the urge to just thrust into you with abandon. Instead, he took deep breaths to steady himself, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Fuck, you feel incredible, baby boy. So tight and eager for me... You wanted that, didn't you? Being filled by two dicks, a greedy, needy boy..."
Miguel's primal instincts took over as he felt the tightness of your pussy around his cock, the blissful sensation causing a guttural moan to escape his lips. "I'm going to breed in that beautiful pussy of yours, boy... You're going to be our breed whore... We're going to always leave you full of cum, in that beautiful hole of yours." Miguel's hips moved in sync with Peter's, his thrusts gaining speed and force as he aimed to push you over the edge. "So beautiful and obedient, If you continue like this, being a good boy will be rewarded ok?.." the older man moaned as you felt Peter and Miguel's cocks stretch you to the edge, letting you drool on both of their cocks like an animal in heat. Just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with pleasure as you moaned their names. Parker and O'Hara continued their relentless thrusts, prolonging your orgasm and riding the waves of your ecstasy, but they hadn't stopped yet. Peter's thrusts grew more frantic as he felt your body convulse under him, the pleasure building within him as well. He knew that his release wasn't far behind.
"You're so damn tight, baby. Fuck, I'm gonna come--" His voice was filled with a mix of pleasure and urgency as he increased the pace of his thrusts. O'Hara felt his own release drawing near, your tight pussy milking his cock with each powerful thrust. His grip on your hips tightened as he neared his own climax. "Holy shit little boy, you're really going to get pregnant with us, aren't you?" As both men reached their climaxes, they filled you with their seed. Peter's hot cum filled your tight ass, while Miguel's release spilled into your pussy, marking you as theirs. Their bodies shuddered as they reached their peaks, their gazes locked on yours. Nothing needed to be phallus, not when both of your eyes reflected their red, sickly hearts, surrounded by possession and pleasure for you.
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NERDS FIRST - NERD! MIGUEL O’HARA X JOCK! FTM! READER
📚: in which you have a little fun with the schools nerd.
miguel didn’t expect his day to end like this. he came into the library in study for his big test, but you had other plans. you had come from one of your games, you saw him and grinned.
you wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered in his ear; “migs! whatcha doing?”
miguel jumped from the contact on his neck and mumbled; “j-just studying for an exam..”
you sat in his lap and he whimpered. his cock had already hardened from the simple touch on his neck. you palmed at it for a bit before sighing dramatically.
“such a big dick.. too bad you don’t know how to use it..” you cooed as miguel placed his shaking hands on your hips.
“go on, baby, strip me slowly.” you whispered into his ear. miguel immediately obliged, his trembling fingers slowly tugging on your shorts, revealing your soaked boxers.
miguel unknowingly licked his lips and slid off your boxers, revealing your soaked pussy. he quickly switched your positions, pushing you onto the table and laying you on your back.
“can i..?” he whispered breathlessly as he lifted your legs onto your shoulder. you gave an affirming nod and he instantly shoved his face in your pussy, no warning. you let out a loud moan as miguel licked your folds desperately.
of course, since he didn’t get any girls or guys, he was pretty bad at this. but it’s the thought that counts, right?
miguel ate you out like a starving man, he was nose deep in you, licking and moaning like a whore. his fingers slowly rubbed your clit, causing you to whimper loudly. you rocked your hips against his face, his pace was painfully slow. miguel got the memo and had an idea. he took two thick fingers and rammed it into you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. he fingered and ate you out at the same time, causing your legs to shake and your orgasm to creep closer.
miguel took the curtesy to aggressively thrust his fingers in and out of you while his mouth worked on your clit, sucking and biting on it softly as he felt his cock leak.
you whined when all sensations suddenly stopped. you tried to look up but got cut off by miguel slamming into you with no warning. you moaned as miguel whimpered at the sudden tightness of your hole. you pulled miguel into a sloppy kiss, moaning into each others mouths as miguel rutted into you desperately.
“good boy, s-such a good boy..” you said between kisses as miguel kept thrusting aggressively.
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Miguel O’Hara x ftm!Reader
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CW: Eating out, overstim, “pussy” and “cunt” used, mild degrading. I’m not fluent in Spanish so I apologize if smth is wrong 😅.
I’ve never written an x reader before but I can’t find any ftm reader ones so… I’ll write my own.
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Miguel has been rather… feral for hours now. Your legs tremble as you desperately try to keep yourself up to avoid suffocating him, the only sounds being your moans and the wet slurping of his mouth in your pussy. He has a tight grip on your waist, encouraging you lower until you feared he couldn’t breathe.
You cry and whimper as you feel another orgasm approaching. What was this now, the fifth one? Maybe sixth? You lost count long ago. He just couldn’t get enough. Any time you begged to stop or take a break he just tightened his grip on you, pushing you to another orgasm.
“M-Miggy… Mig- I ca-an’t… Fuck…” You stutter and cry more as he fucked your tight cunt with with tongue. He seems so desperate for your taste, the feeling of your wet pussy on his face drove him mad.
He pulled away only to mumble, “Just a little more, mi príncipe…” before returning to lapping at your cunt like a desperate dog. You moan and shudder as his tongue runs over your sensitive clit over and over. His face is so wet and sticky from your juices.
Miguel pulled away once again. “Look at you. Look at how pathetic you are above me, Amor.” His voice is dripping with so much lust and desire
Your fingers grip his hair desperately as you approach another orgasm. He quicker his pace, lapping at your cunt and letting his tongue occasionally slip inside your tight hole as he brings you to the edge. You writhe above him and cry out as another violent orgasm rips through you.
This just excited him more. He eagerly slurped up all your juices as they dropped from your aching pussy. He didn’t even care about his own painful erection he had been ignoring this whole time. All he cared about was tasting your sweet cunt on his tongue.
Miguel pulled away to let you catch your breath as you trembled above him. He gently traced circles on your hips and thighs, helping you relax as much as you could while still straining to stay upright.
“Hmm… such a pretty boy… I can hardly resist you…” Miguel coos as he places gentle kisses to your inner thighs. “Ready for another, dear?”
Your pussy ached just at the thought of another orgasm. Before you get the words out; with one quick motion he’s flipped your position. Miguel his now above you… well… between your legs, your back against the bed as he once again buries his face in your cunt.
He looks up at you from between your legs with these adorable desperate eyes, pleading you to let him just have a bit more. You nod, fingers gripping his hair as he eagerly starts eating you out once more.
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Ftm or Afab Miguel <3
Workload
Pairing: Ftm! Miguel O’Hara x Top! Male Reader
Synopsis: In which you find ways to spend time with your boyfriend Miguel even though he’s busy with work
Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, cockwarming, underwear theft
A/N: pls excuse any mistakes I decided to redo a good chunk of this last minute
It was no secret that your boyfriend Miguel was rather dedicated to work so much so he spent hours cooped up in his make shift office or in other words his platform. You didn’t mind it much because you understood the responsibilities he carried on his shoulders and you tried to give him space to work whenever you sensed that he needed it.
There were days where he barely slept or ate and his only source of light was the one produced by his monitors and that worried you, of course.
But at the end of the day you understood, brought him a take out box of food or a blanket or two, even forced him outside every once a while to get some sunlight.
These past days he’d been glued to his platform, only leaving it to eat and sleep (something you were grateful for) before quickly returning to work, quitely mentioning the words multiverse and workload before disappearing into his world of monitors.
You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t miss him most importantly you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t miss being with him.
It’s been a while since the two of you have properly had sex, having to settle for quickies in the shower to relieve any stress before Miguel had to go back to his work again.
Again, you understood, “multiverse”, “ workload” “grave consequences if it all fell apart”. But God the warmth of your palm was nothing compared to the warmth of his walls as they fluttered around your cock, and you rather have fingers buried inside of him than having them wrapped around your shaft. Not to mention how having his boxers pressed against your mouth is nothing like being buried between his thighs, vigorously eating him out and having him squirt into your mouth.
Eventually you came up with the perfect plan on how to spend some quality time with your wonderful boyfriend without disturbing him while he’s working and you feel your cock twitch inside your pants as you make your way over to his make shift office.
You walk into the room only to be met with the sight of Miguel with multiple screens pulled up in front of him. He must’ve just gotten out of the shower going by the wet curls at the nape of his neck, the way his clothes are sticking to his skin along with the way you can smell his body wash from where you’re standing.
You swiftly make your way over to where he’s standing, arms slinging around his shoulders and face burying in his neck.
“Oh what’s this?” you say to him, as you take a peak at his screen.
He tenses at first but quickly relaxes when he recognizes your touch and your voice.
“Work” he grunts out in a simple reply, still focused on his work
“What kind of work?” you ask, voice just as curios as before and gaze still glued to the monitor.
Miguel turns his head, almost bumps his nose with yours as he meets your smiling face.
No one has ever really taken interest in Miguel’s work before.
Sure everyone knows he’s in charge of the multiverse, but no one’s ever bothered to ask him about the details of it all, settling for only asking a handful of questions if it was a life or death matter.
But you weren’t like any other spiderperson he’d met before, always poking and prodding more than one should but for some reason Miguel didn't seem to be bothered with, matter of fact he was rather intrigued with it.
Miguel turns back to the screens in front of him, and for a moment you only hear the sound of fingers tapping before he speaks
“It’s called web of life.” He starts off slowly, glancing at your face carefully as if expecting you to lose interest any second. But when he notices that he has your full attention he delves into the depth of things.
He talks so fast and animatedly you get a flash of his fangs every time he goes to say something. His hands move so fast you barely catch them as he gestures to the many different screens in front of him and his eyes have this glint in them that you’re sure aren’t solely there for the monitors surrounding him.
You do your best to keep up with him, humming and nodding in the right places, even chirping in with a comment or two when you grasp the concept of something.
Somehow though, it had ended with him seated on your lap, his sweatpants and shirt long discarded on the floor, you with your sweats and boxers pulled down to your knees, and your cock buried deep inside his cunt.
His explanations are disrupted by gasps and shallow breaths as your hand wraps around his neck, fingers just resting there or the way your hands will find his thighs, gently fondling them.
“And this Ah fuck- this is earth 786” he hisses out, eyes squeezing shut, shivers running through his entire body as he reacts to your teasing touch.
And every time he gestured to something you’d suddenly shift in your seat, nudging a sensitive spot inside of him and causing him to tightly clutch onto the monitors in front of him, so much so they threatened to crack under his grip.
“Please I can’t -“ the screens grunt and groans under his grip as his cunt clenches around your dick, desperately searching for any sort of relief.
By the time you’re done teasing him his hair has long dried. The smell of his body wash is replaced with the smell of his arousal. His hand has a stealth grip on your wrist and you see the flash of fang as he pleads of you to “fuck me, fuck me, please”
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mmm how about a sub (ftm) trans!Miguel x fem!reader? 🫢
Pairing: ftm!Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Scissoring, Fingering, Oral Sex, Mentions of Top Surgery Scars, Nipple Play
A/N: It did not come to me in a dream, it in fact woke me up.
Word Count: 960 (Not Edited)
He’s been worked up all day.
He needs a release, something to relax his muscles and quiet his mind. Something easy that you’re always willing to provide him. Something that you somehow always knows when he needs it most. And this time is no different. When he walks through the door, you’re right there to greet him. One look at his face has you cooing at him, helping him hang up his things before dragging him into the bedroom.
Knowing the drill, he strips himself of his shirt, undoing his belt and zipping down his pants soon after. As he lays back on the bed, you take it upon yourself to finish taking off his pants. You slip the fabric down his muscular legs, letting them fall to the floor. Your hands hook into the waistband of his underwear and you look up at him. He’s already staring down at you, and he groans when you lean down and lick him through the fabric. You have a cheeky smile, like you’re proud of yourself, as you pull them off to expose him.
He huffs out when you don’t give his cunt more attention. Instead, you crawl up the bed, kissing from his belly button up to his chest. A choked gasp leaves him as you reach his scars, kiss and licking at the discolored skin. Your tongue stays on his chest, leaving a trail of thin saliva up to one of his nipples. You suck on it, licking and nipping at it as your other hand slides to play with his other. His back arches, and his hands tangle in your hair as he groans. He can feel wetness spilling from him, and he whines.
You pull away from his nipples with a giggle, the glossy look of his eyes driving you back to his cunt. His clit is twitchy, his folds slightly slick. You hum up at him, fingertips brushing over the bud. His hips jolt in response, and he almost chokes on the air he sharply inhales. He isn’t as wet as you’d like for what you want to do, but you have a simple solution. You lean down, face hovering over him. He pushes himself up on his elbows, spreading his legs so you can have better access to him. You hum in appreciation, two of your fingers spreading his folds apart.
“You’re so pretty, Miggy,” you coo, purposely blowing hot air against his wetness.
Miguel simply whines, the air against him causing his hips to back towards you. You smile, your hands holding his thighs in place as you give his clit a feather light kiss. It pulses under your attention, and you sooth it with a slow drag of your tongue. But it doesn’t seem like enough. Greedy thing he is. You give him more long licks from his leaking hole to his bud. Each one makes his hips buck, and when you reach his clit again, he holds your head there. You happily like and suck at it, moaning into his skin. He groans as the vibrations spread up his body, grinding against your face. You can tell he’s close, and you smirk as you force your head away.
Miguel cries out in protest, looking at you in betrayal. You only smile at him, licking your glistening lips. You can feel his sticky arousal on your chin, and you swipe at it with your fingers before cleaning them off. Miguel whimpers as he watches, eyes trailing your hands as you begin to pull down your own pants. Your own folds are wet, excited from teasing him and for what’s to come. The clothing slides off your legs easily, and you hover over Miguel when they’re completely off. His eyes wall to your cunt, inhaling a deep breath as it glistens.
You change your position, sliding one of your legs under his and changing the position of his legs when needed. Once you're done, the both of you moan out as your cunts press together. Miguel’s arousal mixes with yours, further slickening each other’s folds. You buck your hips, and Miguel’s eyes roll back as your clit drags against his. You let out your own moan, doing it again and again slowly before you build up a rhythm. It feels like heavenly torture, the way each of you grind and buck into each other. It jolts the sensitive buds between your legs against skin, spreading slick further up each other’s skin.
Miguel is already close, the stimulation from your tongue carrying on to what the two of you are doing now. He moves his hips more desperately, and you place a hand on his lower stomach and his thigh to stabilize yourself as you try to match his pace. Miguel curses out, his legs stiffening as he reaches his peak. You can feel how much wetter he is, making you slip against him as you try to reach your own peak. Miguel continues to slowly move his hips against yours, wanting to help you finish. You cry out when Miguel’s thumb presses into your clit, and you explode against him.
You give a few more weak grinds to ride out your pleasure before you still. The two of you pant heavily, and you can feel a soreness forming in your legs as you untangle yourself from him. Miguel holds his arms open for you, and you crawl into them, kissing between his collarbones as you settle against him. You sigh into his warmth, and Miguel’s hand rubs up and down your back gently.
“You feel better?” You whisper against his skin, reposition your head so you can look up at him.
Miguel hums, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
“Yeah, but another round won’t hurt.”
Greedy bastard.
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Noncon with bottom!ftm!Miguel O’hara and Villain!Reader is an idea i’ve had in the back of my head for so long. miguel pussy dodgbwwnsoaoua
Sweet Revenge
bottom!ftm Miguel x top!masc!villain reader
AFAB Language Used
this is sorta based off an idea i have for a different miguel fic, we'll see if i ever finish it.. ;;
CW: Non-Con, Overstimulation (Implied?), Creampie
“Looks like you went commando today.” You smirk, running your fingers up Miguel’s cunt. He doesn't know how exactly this happened but he’s currently bent over with his lower half exposed to you. His arms are tied together with an extremely strong rope, he's trying his hardest to break them but to no avail.
“Don't touch me.” He growls.
“I've been waiting for this, you know.” You ignore him, pushing two fingers inside his hole. You push them in and out, humiliating the man due to the pleasure he’s receiving from it. “Waiting for the day I’d finally have you at my mercy. A cute little thing like you shouldn't be out fighting. You should be at home, taking care of the house and being my obedient little slut.” You hit his g-spot. To anybody else, Miguel would never be described as cute nor little but you’re much bigger than he is. In your perspective, he really is little. And very cute.
“Ah!” He moans, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
“So cute.” You take your fingers out and soon replace them with your cock. Miguel grimaces as he’s forced to take your girth. He can feel himself stretching to fit you.
“You’ll regret this.”
“I don't think so.”
Miguel isn't sure how many times he's come at this point, he got too embarrassed to keep count after the third. He can't help it, the constant stimulation to his clit and the feeling of your thick cock ramming into his pussy feels way too good. He stopped caring about his pride and his role as Spider-Man, he doesn't care what Nueva York’ll do without a hero, he’ll happily allow you to take him back to your place and keep him there if it means he gets to feel like this all the time. “‘M gonna come, baby..” You warn him as your thrusts become uneven. Miguel shivers and looks at you with a dreamy look on his face. “I knew I wouldn't regret this.” You dump your load into him as you make Miguel come one last time.
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Idk if u will do this request but! Miguel’s time is like futuristic set right? ( trans people would just transition and be more accepted in this timeline sí right? 😭) so Miguel He went to college at a high prestige science university and so did reader for he is too an smart as him with his own creations in robotics and chemistry. Miguel had tried to get alone room accommodation but failed and got partnered up with transftm!reader and they became roommates. Reader fell in love with Miguel but he didn’t notice cuz he was too focused on his work and whatever. Years go by aka spider verse but suddenly miguel needs help from his old college roommate. Angst fluff maybe…smut??? Sorry English isn’t my first language 😭😭
Hey anon! I appreciate the idea and i love how much you fleshed it out! Dont worry, i completely understand your vision, and i get it english is hard for me too lol i hope i got your ideas right tho, sorry this turned into angst more than what i was aiming lmao enjoy all!
History
Tags: Miguel O’hara x FTM!Reader, Villain!Reader, Lyla, Past Relationship, Angst, Falling Out, Fighting, Arguments, Dirty Thoughts, Meet-Cute, Pining, Secret Crushes, Miguel is as dense as ever, poor reader on this one HAHA
They had a history. Of living together, spending time with each other, but despite all of that it all went downhill. Who knew your ex-roommate turns out to be Doc Oct
(Takes place before Post Credit Scene in into the Spiderverse)
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"Miguel, I hate to tell you this but we can't-"
"There has to be another way, you designed this Lyla!"
"Hey! Don't blame the AI, blame the maker! I only followed what you said!"
Lyla huffs and glitches to another part of the console. Miguel is currently hunched over a table in the corner of his lair, the only light illuminating his project is the light rod over his workbench and the monitors around him.
The girl busies herself with schematics, working out equations and trying to find where they went wrong.
Miguel's latest work on the multiverse brace is to eliminate the glitches that it makes whenever someone uses it. It could potentially lead to wounds from the cells traveling to a different world, and even the healing factor won't fix it. Worst-case scenario, it would lead to a fatal wound, possibly death, and Miguel can't risk that if he's gonna start interdimensional travel.
His eyes scan over the chip connected to his computer, adding and removing codings that might've gone wrong. He's wearing the headband Lyla gifted him, or mailed to him when it was his birthday months ago, to be exact.
"I swear the shell is all good, Miguel. It should all contain the molecules needed for the portal bracelet,"
"Can you please stop calling it that?"
"What? 'Portal'?"
"Yes. It's not a portal, we already have that," Miguel rolls his eyes, gluing them back to the screen.
"Then what are we calling it?" Lyla pouts, adjusting her heart glasses.
"Transdimensional Pathfinding Wristlet."
Lyla pauses her work, and turns to Miguel, her brows raised, the blinks once, twice. "Wh- seriously?"
"Y'know what, I'm not even gonna try," He shakes her head before glitching to another monitor. "Leave it to the crazy scientist to name his things,"
Miguel ignores what his AI had said, instead focusing back on the chip. If this succeeds, it’ll be the first dimensional trip the prototype could make, and he’d prefer not to be a piece of burnt toast once he comes out of it. He coded another line, before he ran a diagnostic. The screen glares red, the annoyingly big letters of ‘ERROR’ pops up.
Miguel blinks, before he feels his claws coming out, promptly making him stand and throw his chair across the room. It shatters, the metal pieces clinking to the concrete floor. He heaves, sharp fangs bared, barely causing anger at his fingertips.
Lyla fixes him with a look. “That your fifth chair Miguel,”
The man takes a steady breath, wiping his hand across his face, working at his jaw. He tilts his head sharply and something pops. He faintly hears Lyla clicking her tongue.
"There's a guy I know,"
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"What do you mean there isn't any- I booked a single room last week,"
"I'm sorry but there must've been a mishap in the system. I'm going to have to put you with an available roommate,"
"I don't want-" Miguel sighs, tapping his foot insistently. "Look, is there any way I can register for another single room?"
"You can wait a couple of weeks for a vacant room, but you'd need to consult with the head of the faculty." She nodded to him, a regretful look behind those blonde bangs. Miguel huffs, hands on his hips, thinking out a decision.
"Fine," He groans. "Who's still available for a roommate then?"
The girl's brows raise before she quickly types something into the computer, reading out what looks like a list with numbers and names. "Oh!" She smiles. "Room 304, on the third floor is still awaiting a roommate,"
"Great, thank you," Miguel grumbles, already picking up his boxes where he left them on the floor.
"If you'd like-" The girl calls for him again. "I can talk to the faculty member, see if I can help you with the room situation,"
"Sure, I'd appreciate it," Miguel's back is already turned to her as he makes his way to the building's elevator. With his gym bag slung over his shoulder, and the boxes of his unfinished work, traversing the hallway takes a bit of an effort. Students were not mingling around because most of them were already in their rooms, with the time turning just after 5 PM.
Finally, he reaches the elevator doors. Miguel shuffles the boxes into one hand, struggling to press the button before he is beaten to it by another hand reaching for the ascend button too.
"Here man, let me help you," The person says, already picking up the two boxes that cover Miguel's vision even before he said anything.
"Hey don't-" He begins, before he finally gets a good look at the person that dared to touch his scraps. The man in front of him, standing just inches taller than him, hair with an unintelligible style, captivating eyes and the faintest smirk on his lips.
Miguel's brain stutters a bit. "I'm- nevermind, thanks,"
"Of course dude," And Miguel's interest plummets. "What floor?"
"Third please," He nods, pressing the button once he and Miguel get in. The door closes and leaves the two in silence, only the faint whirr of the elevator's machine.
"So, late to dorm assignments?"
"Nah, they messed up my request,"
"Shit, really?" He turns to Miguel, his brows furrowed.
"Yeah, now I'm stuck with a damn roomie,"
"Oh yeah? What room?"
"304, apparently," Miguel huffs, looking down into the box he's carrying, the tape on it peeling slightly. The guy halts, now his brows are raised.
Miguel's turn to look confused, before the guy chuckles lightly. "Funny you say that 'cuz,"
"I'm room 304," He smirks, readjusting the boxes.
There's a pause, before he feels the red of embarrassment gathers on his cheeks. "You're-"
"That damn roomie? Yeah,"
"Fuck, sorry I didn't-"
"No no, it's fine! Really," The guy laughs, shaking his head while Miguel tries to formulate a coherent sentence. "I don't mind man, I get wanting your own space though,"
"Hey, I hope I'll be a good roomie," He bumps Miguel's shoulder lightly, his smile not fading. Miguel finds himself mimicking it slightly. After that, he introduced himself to Miguel, his major and such.
The elevator opens just after that, the two make their way down the hallway. He asks about Miguel's major too, just as they reach the door.
"I seriously didn't think I'd get a roomie," He chuckles, turning the key with a million other key chains. It jingles, before he pushes the door open and into the room. "I'll go check with the front desk-"
"Oh!" He turns after putting down the two boxes he was carrying. "Just got the text, said they'll give you the key tomorrow,"
"Great," Miguel rolls his eyes, putting down his box on the vacant desk and his duffle on the chair. He turns, inspecting the room that he's been sent to stay in. One side is already cluttered with his roommate's stuff, plants and books and papers strewn about. He tilts his head when he spots a flag on his desk.
"You're trans?" Miguel asks, turning to him where he was still standing with his phone out. He hums and lifts his head, meeting Miguel's browns.
"Oh that old thing? Yeah," He scratches the back of his neck. "I know, I get it. No one really cares nowadays, the worlds moved on, whatever,"
He glances at the little flag, pink and white and blue adding color to the messy desk. He smiles. "It's a reminder, I guess,"
Miguel stares at the flag, just once, before he nods and shrugs, turning to open his boxes. "Sure, that's cool,"
He can practically feel the sunshine radiating from his roommate behind him. He crosses his arms, turning again to face him, and he's right because his roommate has a really bright smile. "I hope we'll be good friends, Miguel,"
—
"Miguel there's so many people in Nueva York how am I supposed to-'' Lyla stops, before she grins. "Nevermind, found him!"
Miguel finishes his spider shot, cracking his neck again as he sets the syringe down. He turns towards Lyla, the AI already projecting the location. "Looks like our guy lives in… the slums? I thought you said he was a prodigy,"
"Yeah well not everyone gets a decent job even if they are a genius," Miguel huffs, running his hand through his hair as he looks at the mirror.
"Who's you said the guy was again?" Lyla begins to scroll through the data.
Miguel sighs. "Old roommate, back in college,"
"Ooh, interesting," She giggles.
"Lyla don't-"
"I'm not looking through his history! Just a peek, though,"
Miguel lets out another sigh, walking towards the large opened window. "Uh, hey Miguel, are you sure about this?"
"Why what's wrong?"
Lyla displays her screen as it glitches in front of Miguel. According to her research, the old roomie has been caught by the police stealing items from hardware stores and electronic stores, a handful of accounts of disruption of peace according to the other tenants in his old apartment. And he's currently deemed missing.
"Where did you say his location was?" Miguel reads through the file, his brows knitted.
"Just here, some abandoned warehouse in the slums,"
—
“Miguel, man, you’ve got to eat,” A tray for warm food was suddenly placed between Miguel's paperwork. He huffs, pushing the plate away and to the edge of his already small table. He hears a sigh, before the plate is moved out of his peripherals, and Miguel is back into his work.
“Dude, you only ate like, one energy bar after going to the gym,”
“I’m fine,”
Another exasperated sigh, before his roommate goes back to whatever robotics he was working on. Miguel has been perfecting his latest assignment the whole week, going back and forth on his computer, writing down research papers and consulting with his professors. Meanwhile, the man that he shares his room with is tinkering with a recent robotic piece he’s been pouring his heart into.
It’s correct that they share most of their schedule together. Miguel would wake up before dawn, and so would he. They’d run a couple of laps around campus before hitting the gym just before it gets too crowded. He’d spot for Miguel while Miguel would comment on his form if it needs any improvement. Sometimes they’d share breakfast together, before they head for their different classes, though ever since Miguel has been engrossed in his recent paperwork, their time spent together has been blessed. It'd be a lie to say Miguel doesn't miss their shared time, but he supposes seeing him back in their room after a long day is enough. Though, it doesn't seem enough for his friend.
Unbeknownst to Miguel, his roommates have been supporting a devastating crush on him. Stolen glances, longing eyes whenever Miguel's back is turned towards him. Times when he’d stare a bit too long whenever Miguel was doing his bench presses, times when he’d stand close just to feel the comforting warmth beside him. He’d fuss over Miguel, bringing food or drinks, bringing things Miguel might've forgotten with his busy schedule. Sometimes, when Miguel worked too late and too much, he’d fall asleep on his desk, at which he’d bring his blanket to cover Miguel’s back. In the morning, he rolls his eyes and says something about Miguel getting a bad back, which Miguel would promptly ignore.
It’s currently Friday night. The man that's sitting on the opposite side of the room has seemingly lost interest in his robotics and decided to peer out of their bedroom window. Suddenly, Miguel is bombarded by a loud shout coming from outside of their room, and snaps quickly to the source. He sees his roommate has opened the bedroom window and is looking out into the campus’ courtyard.
“Yeah, I'll join you! Be right down!” He hollers, before he shuts and locks the window. Miguel turns, blinking away the slight dizziness he got.
“Who was that?”
“A friend, they're having a party at one of the frat houses, you wanna join?” He grins, pulling on his leather jacket and pocketing his belongings. Miguel has never been to a party and he's not about to start going, especially when he has a deadline to push. He shakes his head, always swiveling back his chair.
“No thanks,”
He hears his friend scoff. “Come on Miguel! You’ve been working on that thing for ages now, you deserve a break, and the deadline isn't for another month!”
“I’m not interested,” Miguel bites back, barely glancing at his pleas.
“Just this once, I promise it’ll be fun! I’ll be there and I can take care of-”
“I said I'm not interested.” He spits out, already hunching into the part he’s soldiering. He doesn't hear anything, not an answer or another push for him to join. The air has changed, something heavy hangs between them. The tension is palpable, but despite it all Miguel only hears the shuffling of his friend's boots.
“Sure, whatever,” His roommate fixes a stare at the back of Miguel's head, before he unlocks their door. “Y’know, one of these days that work of yours is going to destroy you if you're not careful,”
And with that, he leaves Miguel alone for the night.
—
“What the fuck!” Miguel jumps and manages to hold on to the side of the building. “Lyla searches for his weakness points!”
“Hah! You think this has a weakness, Miguel?!” The man shouts, a wide grin on his lips. “I’ve perfected these arms, they are practically indestructible!”
“SO this is how you greet your old roommate?”
“I’d prefer for us to meet for coffee, but after how you treated me, I think this…” He brings a menacing robotic arm towards him, as if to inspect it. “Is way better,”
The arm suddenly lunges towards Miguel which he narrowly avoids. He jumps and entwines two of the appendages together as he lands behind the man, at which he growls and breaks free of Miguel’s red webs. “I never treated you badly!”
“No, not really huh,” He smirks. “But you never noticed the shit I did for you anyways!”
He spears those sharp arms towards Miguel which he does a couple of doges before jumping down the rooftop they were currently fighting on.
“All of those morning coffees, late dinners, all for nothing! None! All because you were so fucking focused-” He sharply turns, grabbing Miguel’s wrist and stopping him from dropping a punch. He suddenly pulls Miguel towards him, burning anger behind those eyes. “On combining a damn spider's DNA with yourself!”
He throws the Spiderman across the street, breaking several walls until the momentum finally stops. Miguel groans, cracking his neck when Lyla suddenly pops up. “Boss, the control panel for those arms is on his back, if you could pull it apart from him, it’ll stop him from controlling it,”
“On it.” Miguel swiftly stands, running through the many rooms he passed before leaping into the air, catching the man off guard. He throws a punch that lands on his face, throwing him off balance and into the concrete street below. He grows, and fixes his jaw, before launching back to full force against Miguel.
“It was all fine until you went out with that fucking brunette!” He shouts, throwing debris towards Miguel which he weaves and dodges. “Did I ever mean anything to you?!”
He’s got Miguel pinned to the ground, and pushes all of the arms to stab at him, but instead misses and gets buried in the ground instead when Miguel swiftly pulls away with his web. He struggles to get the appendages out of the strong concrete, suddenly finding them stuck, an opportunity for Miguel to rip the control panel off. He swings above the man, landing directly behind him where he quickly digs his nails into the seams of the panel.
“I’m sorry,” Miguel manages before he pulls. An ear-splitting scream, before deathly silence. Miguel could only hear his heavy breath, before sparks of green ran through the man's body, and it jolted him. He shouts, before falling into the pavement. Miguel takes a beat to examine the control panel, before throwing it somewhere on the ground. He spots the bareback of his once roommate, a horrid sight of root-like marks growing around the man's back. Miguel furrows his brows, before he hears the faint police sirens, no doubt coming over to clean up the commotion.
Just as Miguel was about to make his leave, he heard the man cough, a horrid groan behind him. Miguel glances slightly, as he hears him begin to speak.
“I was right… Your work did destroy you.”
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