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mango-bango-bby · 11 months

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Yandere Miguel O’Hara pls?

He lost Y/n, his wife, she die in his multiverse. When he went into different multiverse to take care of anomaly villain, he met a spider woman. Her mask cut off by villain only to reveal Y/n, his wife. Miguel plan to take Y/n from her home and keep her from losing again.

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♡ Together Again ♡

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, kidnapping, Miguel has reader tied up, my first time writing Miguel so if he’s ooc just ignore it 😭😭

Summary: Miguel lost you and now that he has you again, he’s never letting you go. Even if you aren’t his Y/n (Yan!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader)

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Miguel lost his whole family. You and your daughter and there wasn’t a single day that went by when he didn’t think about it. It was his fault, he killed both of you. Even if indirectly, he killed you. He still wore his wedding ring because he couldn’t bare to let you go.

When he realized that the new spider-woman with them, was you. He had to take you. Yes, it might destroy your world. But he couldn’t lose you again. He gently tilts a photo on the nightstand to look at you. It’s a family photo of all of you from his universe.

“Y/n, you’re not going to get anything out of struggling like that” Miguel says calmly watching you struggle against his webs. You weren’t his Y/n but that didn’t matter to him, you were still you. And being spider-woman was to dangerous for you. He can’t lose you again.

And he knows keeping you here means your universe would fall apart but frankly, he doesn’t care. He is never going to lose you again. You see to try and yell something at him but he can’t make it out, he silenced you with a web over your mouth.

He walked over to the trash can, throwing away parts of your machine that helped you create webs. You only created webs through technology which worked well for him. You had no real powers, you can’t try to escape with them. “You’re going to tire yourself out” He sighs, watching you struggle to get out of his webs.

You yell something but it’s muffled. He looks down at you, grabbing your chin in his hand so you’re forced to look at him. He’s looking at you with stern eyes.

“Y/n, I told you to stop struggling. Be obedient. I’m not letting you out of those until you’re obedient” He says, his voice stern as if he’s talking to a small child or even a pet. You looking at him will such anger in your eyes.

You never looked at him like that before. Or his Y/n never looked at him like that. But he got you to fall in love with him once, he could do it again.

His gaze softens as he’s looking at you. “I’m sorry, love, did I scare you? I didn’t mean to yell at you” He gently pets your hair, he never wants to scare you. Your whimper as he leans down, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

He smiled slightly, walking over to the nightstand. He picks up your wedding ring, he finally has you again. He walks over, picking up your hand. Miguel tries to ignore how you flinch away at his touch. He slides the wedding ring onto your finger. It fits you perfectly.

He softly smiles, placing his forehead against your hand that’s now clad with a diamond ring. He sighed, content.

“My Y/n… I missed you…”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

(A/N: Eeeee, my first spiderverse fic!! I’m so excited, I hope you guys like it!! I changed up my formatting a bit so I hope you all like that too!! Also I’ve been getting a couple requests for Miguel where he speaks Spanish so if any darlings know how to speak Spanish and would be willing to help me, i’d greatly appreciate it 🙏🙏)

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#yandere spiderverse x reader #yandere spiderman #yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere miguel o’hara x reader #yandere!miguel o’hara #yandere atsv

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yandere-romanticaa · 11 months

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Here's a little food for thought for @gxmblinqueen:

Before he became The Spot™ the two of you used to be friends. He strikes me as someone who would possibly pine from a distance and chances are you friendzoned him, hard.

When life kicks you to the curb it'll always come back for more.

He became a monster, a blob, a nothing. He had no one to turn to and he was alone.

However, even in the darkest of times there is always that one little sizzle of light which gives a man hope and for him, that's you.

This whole time he has been a background character in his own life and even as he has crazy powers now he's still just a run of the mill supervillain according to stupid Spiderman. What no one seems to understand is that, regardless of silliness, a villain is STILL a villain.

He is done playing games, he's done being Mr Nice guy. He is taking you for himself, it's high time that his feelings be put first rather than the other way around.

There is no force in the universe which could delay this inevitable fate.

#yandere spot #yandere spiderverse x reader

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bella-goths-wife · 11 months

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Yandere spiderverse x reader

Mostly platonic but if you guys want I can add a love interest or you can pick one or three for the reader, you know how I love poly lines ;)

You weren’t sure how you ended up in the spiderverse, you kinda just woke up there

The last memories you had was walking with your best friend to their house before walking back home

You remember being grabbed and then you woke up on the cold marble floor of HQ by someone’s child poking you

That’s how you first met Peter B parker

Mayday was intent on waking you up so she crawled away from her father into a crowd where she subsequently stuck to your unconscious body

At first Peter assumed that you were a spider but when you yelled at him to tell you where the hell you were, he guessed that it might not be the case

He walked, practically dragged, you to Miguel all while trying to lighten the mood which was unlikely with your defensive attitude

It just so happened that Gwen, Hobie, Pav and miles were being scolded by Jess and Miguel for a mission gone wrong

The situation was only made worse when Peter dragged you in by the collar as you clung to the door defiantly

Miguel was shocked to find a carbon copy of a person he saved in his universe that collapsed, a child who clung to him when they were abandoned by their parents

Sure you were older, but it was definitely you, well a version of you

Miguel, with this painful reminder of his once great universe, starts yelling at you like it was your fault

You didn’t take kindly to that so you yelled back and called him every name in book with a glare as you yelled that you wanted to get home and he was being useless

Peter had to restrain Miguel while Hobie and Pav laughed and Gwen and miles looked at you slacked jawed

After Miguel’s hissy fit, you were put into a corner as they tried to work out what the hell you were doing here

While in the corner, the rest tried to make friendly conversations with you but you only responded with distrusting glares

It encouraged some and made others feel slightly scared of you even though they could probably knock you out with their pinky

Miguel eventually discovered through your universes Spider-Man’s timeline that you were the future love interest for that Spider-Man

A villain had seen this and thought it would be a good idea to use a machine that he didn’t fully understand to kill you, but instead he chained you to another universe and you can’t leave without that machine breaking the metaphorical chain

You tried going through a spiderverse portal and you got spat back out

This meant that begrudgingly you would have to stay until the rest of the spiders either caught the villain or worked out how to reverse the machines effects

Miguel’s eye twitched at the news as he was forced to offer you a room in the spider peoples homing for when they couldn’t return to their universes for a while

You were kept in that room most of the time with your only entertainment being a small computer that Peter gave you in an attempt to soften you slightly

After the introductions

Hobie

Hobie was the first to visit you in your humble abode out of pure curiosity

You were not welcoming to visitors

He would lay on your bed and not move until you talked to him, that or he would just follow you wherever you went and hover over your shoulder

You didn’t really warm up to him but you tolerated him and talked to him every now and again out of boredom

Any prying into your life would be met with a glare and a complete conversation shut down so Hobie learnt to avoid that

Eventually you became slightly friendly as he offered to connect your computer to portal travel so you could watch your friends and family in your universe through the cameras

It was the first time he saw you smile when your friends came on screen and you watched them

Something about watching you smile made him want to hang around a bit longer

Gwen

You next warmed up to Gwen but it took a while

Gwen thought you would be fast friends considering your rooms were right next to each other

But when she went to approach you, you sent her a glare that made her officially scared of you

You didn’t mean to glare at her, you were just pissed at the situation

When Hobie started to hang around, Gwen noticed that your glares lightened a bit so she tried again

She knocked on your door with snacks in one hand and a stack of dvds in the other

You looked at her carefully before walking off and sitting down but you left the door open, this was your sign that she could hang out for a while

The two of you spent the night watching movies and you fell asleep with one arm around Gwen, even though you aggressively denied it happening

After this, Gwen noticed that you seemed to like her company more

You wouldn’t glare at her anymore and most nights you left your door open for Gwen to wander in, it was your subtle way of inviting her to stay with you

Gwen say this as a success and quickly grew to crave your attention so she spent most of her free time with you, and you still found ways to surprise her as your icy walls start to break down

Miles

Miles warmed up to you after you wandered across Miguel once again unfairly targeting miles again for a pointless scolding

You told Miguel that he needed to chill out a bit

Miguel yelled furiously at you as you motioned behind your back for miles to leave

Miles came up to thank you afterwards for ‘saving his skin’ but you just gave a nod and walked away

Miles slowly started to realise that If he stuck by you, not only would Miguel leave him alone but so would other spider variants that seemed to always give him a hard time

You were somehow generally seen as intimidating, it totally wasn’t because they’d be glared at my you, Hobie and Gwen whenever they approached you

And Miguel just wanted to pretend you didn’t exist

So miles started to seek you out whenever he was in HQ so that he could get that extra layer of protection

He would follow you around like a lost puppy and practically clung to your leg while simultaneously dragging you everywhere he needed to be

You allowed him to do this because he was easy to talk to, so you began to make conversation with him to the point you would consider him an acquaintance, in miles mind that read as best friends

Miles felt the need to be around you more and more as your friendship progressed

Pav

Pav was just easy to get along with

He would admit to you that he was scared of you but once he saw miles and Hobie hanging off of you, he slowly got over his fears

He saw that you were bored a lot of the time, so he decided to bring you some entertainment

He brought you a gaming device for two and claimed that it would make the two of you friends

If it was anyone else, you would have slammed the door in his face

But his smile and puppy dog eyes made you instantly yield

The two of you spent the day gaming together

During this day Pav managed to drag out some person stories out of you while you were distracted

All in all he puppy dogged his way into becoming your friend

The others had softened you enough for you to even laugh at his jokes

Pav liked talking to you, and he wanted to make it his personal mission to make you enjoy your stay at the HQ as much as possible

Peter B

Peter did his best with you to get you to warm up to him but you were hard work

You even gave mayday as smile before you even looked him in the eyes

You only warmed up to him when he caught you staring enviously at the spider people swinging around and mumbling to yourself

“My love interest gets to do this and I’m stuck on the ground” you had mumbled bitterly at the thought of Spider-Man, your future love interest apparently, would have all the cool powers

Peter smiled to himself before leaving mayday with Jess and forcing you into a piggy back before shooting his webs and swinging with you clinging to him

You laughed and squealed as you went high up and Peter laughed along

After it was done, you gave Peter his first ever smile from you as you thanked him

He actually gave you a pretty emotional talk about how the love interest is very important for a Spider-Man’s story

After that he noticed you would seek him out more and would want to willingly spend more time with him and mayday

He felt himself growing happier at every new friend you made and every wall you’d break down, like a proud uncle

Miguel

Miguel found you absolutely infuriating

You were defiant, rude and you weren’t even meant to be in this universe

He would for the most part ignore you but he did notice that you started to lighten up a bit around others and he just groaned and claimed you were a distraction

He didn’t even think about you in a positive light until one night when he was staying up late to work

He heard you approaching his office but he also heard the sound of sniffing

He called out to you and you turned to face him with tears streaking down your face

You had mumbled a confused “dad?” As you moved closer and wrapped your arms around Miguel’s waist

You were hot to the touch and Miguel realised that you were sick, and in your sick mind you had confused him for your father

He wanted to pull away but stopped when you cried into his stomach and kept calling him dad

He was instantly transported to when he saved his version of you when you were a kid

So instead of pushing you away, Miguel pulled you closer and shushed you gently

For the week that you were sick, Miguel took care of you the same ways he used to take care of his daughter all while you called him dad because of your feverish brain

He wouldn’t admit it aloud but it felt good to be a dad again, and he wanted to keep that feeling

After that week, you were suddenly moved into Miguel’s private homing building instead of the Spider peoples housing

This definitely pissed Gwen off

He also asked that you help him in his office as a sort of assistant who would help with paper work and meetings, like an IRL LYLA

This 180 in attitude caused your head to spin but you just excepted it out of Boredom

Another thing Miguel did after that week was crush the machine that could send you home into tiny pieces, you wouldn’t be needing that anymore

The obsession sets in

You had grown quite friendly with the people you were forced into the situation with

You were still rude and untrusting but now you were that quieter and less of the time

You would grab lunches with Hobie

You would watch movies with Gwen

You would be dragged around with miles

You would game with pav

You would swing around with Peter

And you would spend most of you day helping Miguel

They would crave your attention, they don’t know why you of all people they obsessed over

Could it be the work they had to put in to become close with you or was it the forced proximity?

They didn’t care anymore

They all just agreed that you didn’t need to go home anymore

This is your home now, with them

And they weren’t letting you go

They were gentle in their obsessions and would be secretive about it but that didn’t mean you didn’t notice the weird behaviour

They would fight over you like a toy and you barley got time alone but you just brushed it off as them being unique personalities

You’d be going home soon anyway

Right?

Sorry if this is super cringe I wrote this because the yandere potential has been stuck in my head for weeks

Hope you enjoyed anyway

Love ya ❤️

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comet-starfire · 9 days

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I love Spider-Man DC and Marvel comics I just love those guys so much especially Hobie Brown from Spider-Man the bad fam from DC and iron Man from Marvel I just love those guys so much

#spiderverse #yandere spiderverse x reader #spider man oc #across the spider verse fanart #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfamily #batman #batfam #marvel #iron man #iron dad

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scramblescrew · 3 months

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I can and will start taking requests at any point for:

- Yandere

- fluff

- angst

- smut

For the following fandoms/media:

- Cookie Run Kingdom

- Poppy Playtime

- Sonic the Hedgehog

What I’m not willing to do:

- child x child (unless it’s platonic)

- child x adult (obviously)

- n**rophilia

- Zoophilia (Zoophiles can stay away from me, non-zoophile furries can stay though.)

- r*pe

#yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere hetalia #yandere spiderverse x reader #miguel o’hara smut #yandere shadow the hedgehog #atsv

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sweet-as-an-angel · 11 months

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Miguel w/an Innocent S/O

Warnings: Protective Miguel, Slight Yandere Miguel (if you squint), Implications of Smut, Fluff, More Fluff, Spooning, Mentions/Implications of injuries, Insecurity, No Pronouns used for Reader Except 'You'.

Him being fiercely protective of you 24/7.

If someone even so much as looks at you wrong, he stares them down until they either break down and start apologising, or their heart gives out.

You’re the only person he shows any affection to. You’re also the only person allowed to touch him. Period.

He’s so touch starved; please hold him and tell him he’s your big guy :-(

Goes FERAL when you rake your fingers through his hair; his eyes roll into his skull and he can’t help but moan a little, even if the context isn’t sexual.

Don’t bring it up or he’ll punish you for it later 👀.

He finds your innocence both endearing and worrying.

On one hand, you believe in the good of everyone, which, considering how insecure Miguel can be, is what initially drew him to you; your ability to empathise and sympathise with others, to not judge them.

However, he knows people would take advantage of your kind and giving nature.

One time, he found out that one of the Spiders – a Victorian England era ‘gentleman superhero’ – had tossed you a used coffee cup and told you to dispose of it on his behalf. When you tried to say something, to tell him you were busy and had better things to do, he just dismissed you.

Of course, Miguel had seen this. He has eyes on you every second of the day.

You never saw that Spiderman again. Nor did anyone else. All that seemed to remain of him was his suit thrown haphazardly into the storage room, where a great big tear edged with blood was ripped into the chestpiece, the hero’s signature top hat abandoned and crumpled beneath it.

He also broke another Spider-Person’s arm when they tried to steal one of the fairy cakes you’d lovingly baked for him; poured your heart and soul into.

Miguel also growls at people he thinks are looking at you strangely. Full-on bares his fangs like a rabid dog and watches them cower.

He purposely grows his fangs out and lets you play with them.

He’s careful to make sure you don’t get hurt, though, guiding your hands away from the pointed tips.

His guilty pleasure is when you kiss his fangs and tell him he’s “The coolest, most handsome man in the world!”

“Just the world?” He says, smiling, raising an eyebrow. His heart melts in his chest as your smile widens, eclipsing your eyes into crescents.

“In ALL the worlds!” You say, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him, laughing. He brings his arms, thick and muscular, around your waist and pulls you into him, pressing ticklish kisses into your neck, revelling in your laughter.

Intimacy-wise, Miguel is horrified at the prospect of hurting you.

He’s ever so careful, as if handling glass, holding back his strength.

It’s worth it, though. The strain.

Especially when he hears you mewl and try to hide your face in his chest.

“Oh no, Sweetheart,” he says, tangling a hand in your hair and pulling your head back. His pointed fangs flint as he gives a smile. “I want to watch you like this.”

Loves your gentle kisses – they give him life.

Nothing can get him down when you’re around; especially when you’re sitting in his lap.

Though, issues have arisen as a result of your oblivion to…compromising positions.

More often than not, Miguel’s had to bite his lip and tongue when you shift in his lap, catching him, making his heart start and his breath shutter, electric anticipation jolting through him.

He takes you aside in the bathroom to deal with the issue you’ve unknowingly caused, but you don’t complain. Not that you can with your mouth full.

He looks at you with eyes which have seen the deaths of countless individuals, yet when he finds yours, he sees love and light spanning infinite universes within them. And they give him hope that there is more to life than loss and grief; more to him than his failures.

He revels in the feeling of you hiding behind him whenever you’re scared.

Sometimes he takes you to areas of the facility where he knows you’ll be easily frightened – for example, where captive villains are held – so he can feel your hands tightening around his arm or gripping the back of his suit. It makes him feel useful, like he can take on the world.

And he gets off on being the only person who can truly protect you. But he’d never tell you that, of course.

Loves demonstrating his strength around you. He can pick you up single-handedly and carry you anywhere without so much as thinking of breaking a sweat.

He prefers to be the big spoon, curling around you like a shield and protecting you from the outside world, his warm, broad chest to your back.

Tells you how much he loves you through hushed post-intimacy whispers and soft touches. Shows it through acts of service and the insurmountable adoration that fills his eyes whenever you’re around.

He can’t imagine being with anybody else. He can’t even remember the last time he felt anything save for contempt before you showed up.

And he’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. No cost is too great for the love of his life <3.

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yanmaresu · 11 months

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Yandere Miguel O'Hara x fem! self insert

MDNI // cw: implied future non-con, tying up, kidnapping, yandere, breeding kink.

Took me way more time than I had planned x'd but here's the guy! I also tried something new and made different versions of the drawing with the self-insert having different skin tones and hair. You can find them under the cut.

#yandere #yandere miguel #yandere miguel x reader #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere x reader #yandere spiderverse #yandere spiderman #yandere atsv #cw: yandere #cw: noncon #tw: noncon #Perdón si el dialogo en español no está como picosito pero no sé como escribir un sexy latin lover sin sentir cringe #es decir ya sé que todo lo que dibujo es cringe #pero es diferente con esos dialogos ustedes ya saben como

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yandere-daydreams · 7 months

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Title: Creature Feature.

Yandere: Yandere!Miguel x Reader.

Word Count: 1.3k.

TW: Non/Con, AFAB!Reader, Unhealthy Relationships, Manipulation, Mentions of Non-Human Anatomy, Obsessive Behavior, and Rough Sex.

You weren’t sure when you decided the man living in your house and fathering your daughter was not your husband.

It might’ve been last week, when you caught him sitting in his unlit study hours after he’d promised he would come to bed, his eyes glowing vaguely red as he fiddled with a device you didn’t recognize with tools you’d never seen him use, before. It might’ve been two months ago, when Gabi’s teacher called you into a conference to discuss your daughter’s worrying new obsession with spiders and superheroes and the holographic women that, if what she’s been telling her classmates is to be believed, read her bedtime stories when her father wasn’t home. It might’ve been that first night – when he came home from work hours late and doting a black eye, missing the glasses you would never see him wear again and too shell-shocked to do anything more than stand in Gabi’s doorway and let you fuss over him. You’d done everything you should’ve, kissed his cheek and begged him to tell you what happened and pretended to believe him when he said there’d been an accident at the research facility, but it hadn’t felt right, hadn’t felt like it would’ve if you’d been taking care of the man you’d loved for most of your life.

And, when he snapped out of his daze long enough to drag you into his arms and pull you into a kiss more forceful than anything your Miguel would’ve been capable of, you couldn’t help but shudder, but draw back when his hands started to drift lower and he proved to share your husband’s instability, if only that. That was what made the final decision, really. He wasn’t your husband, but it wasn’t as if you couldn’t see a glimmer of something you recognized when you looked at him.

Or, it wasn’t as if you couldn’t normally see a glimmer of something you recognized.

Right now, you knew the man on top of you was a total stranger.

He wasn’t Miguel. He couldn’t have been. Miguel would never hold you so tightly, never dig his fingertips so deeply into your waist, never be so determined to keep you so suffocatingly close to him. His nails would never be so sharp – pointed claws piercing your skin, drawing blood that dripped down your sides and pooled on the sheets beneath you – and he’d never been so massive, either, bulging muscle lining his arms, his defined chest heaving with every ragged breath and strangled moan, both a far cry from the borderline malnourished lab-rat that was the love of your life. His face was malformed, misshapen; curved fangs poking past his parted lips, distorting the shape of his mouth and leaking drops of luminescent venom that fell onto your chest and coated everything they touched with the same numbing, buzzing static. Even his eyes – the eyes you’d always loved, the eyes you would’ve known if nothing else of your husband remained – were gone, drowned out by the shadows cast over his face, the darkness you couldn’t seem to shake when he was around. What little remained was tinted red and bloodshot, pushed miles past the point of remote familiarity. You’d let this stranger, this thing into your home. You’d let him drive your daughter to school, look after her when she was sick.

You hadn’t let him fuck you, but he was fucking you, and you hadn’t been able to stop him.

The sounds he was making were awful, too. Your husband had been adorably shy, prone to biting his tongue and repeating your name over and over and over again, as if the feeling of your cunt milking his cock made it impossible to remember anything else. This Miguel was, in comparison, couldn’t seem to stop making those terrible noises; throaty grunts and airy moans spilling past his lips, only partially muffled by your skin as he buried his face in the curve of your throat. One of his hands fell to your thighs, curling around it and forcing your knee against your chest, making it so he could force himself that much deeper into you, so he could thrust into you with that much more raw strength. You were glad Gabi was staying at a friend’s, tonight. Her room was next to yours, and you would’ve been surprised if there was an apartment in your building that couldn’t hear your headboard beating against the wall, couldn’t make out every pitchy rise and fall of the drawn-out whine choked out of some deep, vulnerable pocket in your chest as he buried those pointed fangs in the crook of your neck.

You felt him force something into you, your vision blurring as the blood seemed to smolder in your veins. Suddenly, the feeling of his pelvic bone catching on your clit was unbearable, your own slick now burning as it dripped down your thighs. It wasn’t a whine you let out, this time, but a sob – ragged and broken, hitched as it emerged from uncooperative lungs and further fractured by the way his chest pressed into yours as he straightened his back, as he drew back just far enough to smile down at you, to let those cruel eyes go soft and half-lidded. “Oh, mi amor…” You didn’t notice you were crying until his hand cupped your face, until his thumb swiped over your cheek and came away wet. “I could fall in love with you all over again.”

Your husband would never say that. Your husband would never imply that there ever could’ve been a world where he wasn’t in love with you, that there ever could’ve been a life he would’ve led that wouldn’t feature you at its center. Your husband would never grow fangs and claws and force himself on you with all the care and tenderness of a rampaging monster. Your husband—

Your husband wasn’t here.

Your husband wasn’t here, and it didn’t seem like he’d ever be coming back.

You curled into yourself, sobbing unabashedly. Miguel (or, whatever the creature on top of you called himself) welcomed your devastation with open arms, leaning back and pulling you onto his lap, bouncing you on his cock as a low, reverberating purr sparked in the base of his throat and filled what little empty space was left in your bedroom. He watched on as you scrambled to wrap your arms around his neck, letting out a breathy laugh as he nuzzled into the dip of your shoulder and went on. “Fucking beautiful,” he groaned, his cock practically throbbing against the walls of your cunt. “I don’t know how I got by without you. I’m never—” A fractured moan, the tips of pointed teeth ghosting over your jugular. “I’m never letting you leave my side again.”

It was a promise, a threat, spoken with enough dedication to send a cold shudder up the length of your spine. You only realized your mouth had fallen open when you heard your own voice, distant and distraught. “Who... who are you?”

Some part of you expected him to devolve, for what was left of his disguise to fall away and reveal rows upon rows of jagged teeth that would tear into your skin, countless eyes that would stare you down like some trapped insect, half a dozen more arms and hands he could use to grab and grope and pull and maim. You expected blood to spill by the bucketful, flesh to melt away like candlewax, rough edges and broken anatomy and all the terrible monstrosities that had to be lingering inside of a creature like him. You expected all the worst things you could possibly imagine, but in the end, what you got was so, so much worse.

His manic grin melted into a softened smile. He pressed another open-mouthed kiss into your throat before pulling away, staring down at you with more love than anything human could’ve spared. “I’m your husband.” And then, again, as he settled so deeply inside of you, you could only pray you’d be able to forget the feeling of him, one day.

“I’m yours.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #yandere miguel #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse imagines #yandere spiderverse #yanderexore #yancore

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intoxicated-chan · 11 months

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Oooh how about Yandere Miguel who locks his s/o away in an apartment like place (it's actually really nice) that's hidden somewhere in the spider society headquarters that only he knows about because he's extremely possessive and he's afraid of them getting hurt. Since they are just a regular human being, there's not much they can do about it. When he checks on them he's all loving and sweet but he's still very controlling. Maybe Miles or Gwen accidentally finds them and attempts to rescue them and Miguel gets PISSED.

Don’t Think You Can Escape

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ Miles and Gwen continue to run from the Spiders, but at a dead end, they come across something neither of them knew.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “Love Taste feat. Jamie Paige & Shiki” by Moe Shop. I’ve got an announcement! Celebrating the movie’s release, I will be releasing my own Miguel O’Hara book! Be on the lookout. Anyways, requests will remain open for a few more days before I close them. You guys have the best ideas!

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 2.6k

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Female reader, angst, pet names (Amor, baby), blood, bruising, branding, violence, talk of marriage, threats, death, choking…

“This way!” Gwen shouted, dodging the incoming webbing from the other Spider members.

Miles followed her closely, following her and taking turns that she thought she was familiar with but it led them to a dead end. His head snapped in the direction of their shouts.

Gwen’s gizmo was tossed a while ago, realizing that there may be a chance of a tracker, she didn’t want to take any chances.

“What now?” MIles heavily panted, their voices getting louder by the second.

She takes a second to think, she places her hand on the wall as support but it lights up. She could hear rumbling on the other side, like something turning. She pounded her fist against the metal wall and it was clear that it was hollow.

“Miles, help me open this.” She said.

“Are you sure?”

“We don’t have any other option.”

“Alright then.”

Miles stood on one side and Gwen on the other, they both used their webbing to force the hidden, metal doors open. Both of them loudly grunt as the doors slowly opened.

“One three.” Miles nodded, “One… Two… THREE!”

The two simultaneously jump in at the same time, practically tackling each other. The doors slammed shut with a loud bang and soon, they could hear other voices up against the door. It made his heart drop, yet he relaxed when the voices dispersed.

Gwen stood up first, taking off her hood and mask to take a good look around, “What is this place?” Miles asked her.

She hesitated in shrugging, “I’m… I’m not sure. I don’t think I saw this place on the map.”

“Didn’t think the gizmo had a map.” He stood as well, “Could it be another sector?”

This time, she shrugged, “It clearly wasn’t labeled, otherwise we’d be caught by now.”

“Okay then, what now?”

Gwen looked forward and into the dark but barely lit tunnel, “We keep moving forward.” She walked into it.

“I’ll follow your lead.” Knowing that Gwen knew the headquarters better than him.

The two walk through the long, narrow hallway. It made Gwen shiver and keep her guard up. But she kept her sights forward, following a light that seemed to be peeking out from under the door.

Their footsteps rang and Miles swears he could hear his heart racing. As much as he enjoyed a break from being chased, he began to worry. What happens now? How will he get out? What about Gwen?

All kinds of questions raced through his head… Was either of them going to get out of here?

“Miles!” Gwen looked back at him, worried, “I know that you’re panicking but I need you to focus, everything will be alright.”

“Will it?” Miles huffed, arms crossed, “You saw how freaked Miguel was. There’s no way out of this, I’m sorry I dragged you into this.”

“Hey, we’re in this together. Okay?”

Miles takes a deep breath, “Okay.”

“Besides, we can think of something when we’re inside.”

Miles stopped in his tracks, “Insid-?” A door. Windows, a few feet from the door, pitch black and barred.

“I think this might be the place Peter was talking about.” Gwen smiled, walking up to the door.

“He knew about this?”

“It’s more like suspected. He saw Miguel disappear a couple of times and believed he had a secret place to get away, this must be it.” Slowly she twisted the doorknob.

Miles reached out and grabbed her wrist, “Then are you sure we should be sneaking into a place where Miguel visits.”

“I said suspected. It’s a chance this may now be it and besides, he’s too busy running around the base looking for us.” She ignored Miles’ protest and opened the door, it was unlocked, “Now that’s suspicious.” She mumbled.

The two enter the room. Both of them were awed.

It was like a normal home, furnished well, like any other home. The home smelled freshly cleaned, but plates and cups were set on the table, like someone was expecting guests. While Gwen looked around the rooms, Miles’ attention was to the photos.

It was Miguel, along with a woman. He followed the array of photos. At first, the woman seemed to be happy but as the photos went on and on, he could see it in her eyes… Fear, fear and more fear.

“I always knew Miguel was crazy but-”

“No.” Gwen immediately retorted.

“Didn’t you see the photos, he’s obviously obsessed with this woman.”

“It can’t be him.”

Miles sighed, “Gwen it’s him. This is probably the home to bring her to the base.”

“That’s the thing, she’s already here.” Gwen pointed to a room, “I saw her when looking around, sleeping soundly, too soundly.” It remained silent between the two.

His head snapped to the direction of the door opening, “Hide!” She harshly whispered, pushing Miles into what seemed to be a guest room, and shoving him into the closet.

Miguel entered the home with a heavy huff, slipping off his mask and his hair puffed up a little. He runs his hand through his hair a couple of times before calling out, “(Y/n)! I’m home!” But all he is met with is silence.

But that’s when he hears the slow footsteps, “Miguel?” You groggily spoke, “You’re home early.”

“Actually, I’m home on time. Did you sleep?” You tiredly nod, “Did you just wake up?” You nod again, “Awe, my poor baby.” He cooed, welcoming you in his arms.

But you’re too tired to push him away, the house was freezing and you needed something warm. You felt one hand come to your neck and his claws lightly dragged over where used to be your-

“Where’s your necklace?” He demanded the second he felt the open skin, “Where is it?” He growled.

“I-I took it off.” You managed to say, scared that he may dig his claws into you.

“Why?” His voice was like a growl, dark and deep.

“Because it was hurting my neck, it left a bruise.” You cowered. Your necklace was more like a choker. It was mainly black but it had red and blue stripes, along with gold ornaments.

It wasn’t because of the pain you took it off, it was because his last name was engraved on it. It made you feel worthless, like someone’s property. Before you took it off, you began pulling off the small gold pieces and then when he wasn’t home, you tore it into pieces. Hopefully telling Miguel that you didn’t need it or that there was no need.

“You should’ve told me sooner.” His voice returned to normal as he released you from his arms.

“But I did.” You mumbled.

“Where is it?”

“One the dresser.” You watch him enter the bedroom and come back a few moments later, the choker in hand.

“Must’ve been hurting you a lot.” Miguel can see little droplets of blood left behind, “Don’t worry about it.”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“I’ll get a new one.” Your heart dropped, “I was thinking about it for a while.”

“Do you think I could go with you?” Your hurriedly asked, “If I can chose a-”

“No.” He sighed, “I said it before and I’ll say it again. You stay here, why can’t you understand that?”

“I’ll stay with you-”

“No!” He shouted, “I’ve given you everything! A home, food, clean clothes! Aren’t you grateful for everything I did for you?!”

Your eyes begin to water, “O-Of course I am!”

“Then why don’t you just listen to why I say no?!”

You jump, “Miguel…” You whimper, “You’re scaring me.”

His blood red eyes soon turned to his beautiful brown ones, they softened, “Perdóname, amor.” (Forgive me, love.) One hand comes to cup your face, “It’s just… It’s dangerous out there, you saw it yourself. Remember?”

“I do…”

“I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“...Why would you hurt me?” You begin to panic, “I-I thought you said-!”

“That I wouldn’t hurt you. I mean it, but when it comes to breaking the rules I set, I must do what needs to be done. I’ll just have to cut off your beautiful legs. Breaking them wouldn’t be enough.” He kissed your forehead, “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. I love you.”

His grip on your face tightens when he doesn’t hear the words, “I-I love you too, Miguel.”

It made him smile widely, “Be patient for me, amor. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

And with that, he’s out of the door. Hearing the doors lock, you’re left alone in the empty and freezing house.

You cry on the spot, finally breaking in fear. Your body felt uncomfortably hot, your breathing became staggered and it felt like you were gonna vomit. Your arms wrapped around your body tightly that your nails dug into your sides. Your chest grew right as you fell to the tile floor. Shaking and hyperventilating, your stomach churned as you remembered his words.

“I’ll just have to cut off your beautiful legs… Breaking them wouldn’t be enough.”

Who knows how long you remained on the ground, all you could do was shake. Your chest stung and your heart raced, you were in pain all over again.

“Um, (Y/n)? Was it?” You let out an audible gasp as you saw the two teens in the room.

You pushed yourself off the ground and hurried away from them, “Wait!” Gwen put her hands up, “We’re just here to help. I’m Gwen and this is Miles.”

“Who are you- How did you get in here?!” You choke on your words, wiping the tears from your red eyes.

“We’re just running from the same man.”

You quickly shake your head, “You guys can’t be here!”

“We would’ve left sooner but… We can’t just leave you here.” Miles kneeled in front of you, “Let us help you.”

“Y-You can’t!”

“Yes we can.” Gwen agreed, “We just gotta pack up and get on out of here. I can get that started. Miles, watch her in case Miguel comes back.”

“How did get like this?” Miles asked, “I saw the photos.”

“...I met him after he lost his daughter and I didn’t think it was right for him to try to get into dating so soon but people grieve in different ways. We were supposed to take things slow but… But he talked about marriage and it made me scared. I tried taking a break but he found me. From then on, it went downhill.”

“I always knew he was crazy.” Miles mumbled.

“He’s great at manipulating people, he owns a business.” You responded. Then you heard a thud outside, “Miles, hide.” You push him away, not knowing where he went.

The door opened and in comes Miguel who doesn’t look pleased, “I heard them.” He starts, “No, I heard him.” He stepped closer, the choker nowhere to be seen, “Where is he?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You clear your throat.

“¡No me mientas!” (Do not lie to me!)

“I’m not lying!” You moved back when he reached out to you, “Please, believe me Miguel!”

“Last time I did, you ran out on me! I have every nerve to not believe you.” He pushed you up against the wall, “Where is he?!”

“Leave her alone!” Miles comes around and lands a clean kick, knocking Miguel off of you, “Are you alright?”

“Miles…”

Miles puts on his mask, “Gwen will be right behind you-!” He dodged Miguel’s webbing, “Just run!” Then he charged at Miguel, taking him head on, “Go!”

You got up and rushed out the door, “(Y/n)!” You heard Miguel, “Get back here!”

You run faster. Your bare feet are padding quickly across the cold, metal floor. Then faster and faster until you nearly run into the wall. Whatever hopes you had are nearly gone when you realize that it’s just a dead end.

“(Y/n)!” You heard Gwen, she lands next to you, “I need you to listen to every word. I’m going to open the door and let you out, but it’s impossible for me to go with you. But! There are others out there, they are willing to help you. Just run and I promise you that someone will come for you.”

“What about Miles?” She hands you to the bag she quickly packed.

“I’m heading there once I know you’re out of there.” Using her webbing, she does the same as before, forcing one side of the door open. She grunts loudly, “Go!”

You jump, tumbling on your feet as you hear the door shut. The sound rang through the base and all that was left was silence. Even on the other side of the door. Nothing could be heard.

You stand, looking around. There was not a single person in sight. But you continued walking, walking, and walking… You continued to replay Gwen’s words in your head, not wanting to give up hope. But slowly it died as you continued wandering aimlessly around the base.

“Lonely isn’t it?” You gasp, freezing in place. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it belonged to, “Just like how it’s going to be when you leave. All alone and there is no one to turn to.”

You scoff, keeping your back to him, “I’d rather be alone for the rest of my life than spend one more minute with you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes I do!”

“Come with me and I’ll forget this ever happened, we’ll have a fresh start. Or you can continue with these foolish games. You know that you’re better with me than without me.” Miguel sticks his hand out for you to take.

For every step you take back, he takes on towards you, “How will I know things would be different?”

“You gotta trust me to know.”

You breath hitched when you felt your back hit the wall. Miguel towered over you with ease, and you hated the look in his eyes. Sorry… You hated how soft and apologetic his eyes looked. It also terrified you.

“Where’s Miles and Gwen?” You ask him now that he’s in front of you, “Where are they?”

“You have the nerve to ask me that right now?”

“I do!” You retorted, “Now where are they?” You demanded.

Miguel sighs, “They are in a place where they won’t bother us nor say anything.”

“You didn’t!”

“It had to be done!”

“You bastard! They were kids!” You dropped the bag and pushed him as hard as you could which had no effect on him, “They’ve done nothing wrong!”

“You weren’t there!”

“So?! That doesn’t give you the right to kill innocent children-!”

Miguel’s hands came around your neck in an instant, you felt the heavy pressure. Panic sets in, trying to breathe, doing anything you could do to get his hands off and breathe. Your eyes rolled back as your vision darkened. Your attempts to kick or push Miguel off fail.

Then he throws you at another wall, the pressure knocks whatever air was left and he watches you have a coughing fit. You’re too weak to even crawl away from him when he kneels down, “Why must you be so difficult? Why don’t you understand? After all these years, you still don’t understand that I am the only person who will ever love you.”

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married-to-google-translater · 10 months

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Yandere Miguel O`hara headcanon

Miguel is an overprotective, possessive and controlling yandere.

This man would already be a mess.

He certainly wouldn't have recovered from losing his "family".

Miguel must not have heard of therapy…

And if Miguel were to fall in love again, he would never want to lose his love again.

And he's willing to do almost anything to ensure your safety.

No matter how morally questionable it would be.

Kidnapping would come into the picture quickly.

It's time to say goodbye to your freedom.

Miguel would also like to keep your existence hidden.

He would have many enemies.

Because he is both a superhero and the leader of Spider society.

Miguel wouldn't really be good with emotions.

He would try to be gentle.

But Miguel wouldn't really be very good at it.

He would have "mild" anger management issues.

Especially if you do something stupid that puts either you or Canon's safety at risk.

Oh yes Canon is Miguel's second obsession.

Usually, he is content to show emotions by throwing things.

He really doesn't want to hurt you.

Unless you make him really, really mad.

Then Miguel would be forced to use physical punishments.

And Miguel is definitely not good at comforting after punishment

No best yandere

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mo0nfairy · 10 months

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ᥫ᭡ . # ۫ , ⸺ THIS IS A LIFE, MASTERLIST !

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ ⸺ in every universe, spiderman will inevitably lose the one thing that matters most to him: y/n l/n. miguel o'hara, peter parker, and hobie brown have all suffered through this story. they soon discover another version of you is alive, bound to fall in love with miles morales and to die abruptly. with the prospect of a second chance and a newfound obsession, these four men will do anything to keep you at their side.

⸺ PART ONE .

⸺ PART TWO .

⸺ PART THREE .

⸺ PART FOUR .

⸺ PART FIVE .

⸺ PART SIX .

⸺ PART SEVEN, ENDING ONE .

⸺ PART EIGHT, ENDING TWO .

gif credits.

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mango-bango-bby · 9 months

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OMG MIGUEL ❤️💙❤️💙 PLEASE NSFW HEADCANONS YOU WOULD WRITE THEM SO WELL

♡ NSFW Miguel Headcanons ♡

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, NSFW, fingering, cunilingus, mentions of toys, size kink, switch!Miguel, OOC Miguel because he’s soft with you, biting

Summary: Just smutty Miguel headcanons (Yandere!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader)

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♡ Foreplay! It doesn’t matter to Miguel if you two have fucked a million times, he still feels the need to prep you. He’s more of a giver than a receiver so he likes to give, usually fingering you, eating you out, even using toys like vibrators before he actually enters you. He takes his time too, he wants you to enjoy it and he doesn’t want to rush it.

♡ He gets a little insecure. He wants you to enjoy yourself, he definitely planned out everything for your first time with him. He wants to prove every time that he loves you more than anyone you’ve been with before, that he’s better than them.

♡ Miguel hates quickies, he’d rather not rush things with you. He likes taking his time, as if he’s savoring you. He thinks you’re the most precious thing in the multiverse! He wants to savor every single moment with you! So he never tries to rush things, even if he can get really frustrated when he’s not inside you. But he knows that he can deal with waiting if it means getting to play with you more. This also means his thrusts are slow but hard, he thinks it feels more intimidate.

♡ Miguel is aware that he’s big, he’s big and strong. He knows that he could probably crush you in a second. So he preps you a lot but he will never take out his stress on you. He’s very stressed but he would never get too rough with you. He’s scared that he’d break you, so he doesn’t get too rough with you. He will if you ask but never enough to hurt you. The most he’ll do is leave bite marks on you and light bruises from holding you waist, and he kisses over every single one of them.

♡ If you do want to help with his stress though, dominate him. He’s mostly dominant but he can be submissive. Don’t let his defensive attitude fool you though, he likes when you take charge sometimes even if he doesn’t act like it. It really relaxes him, to let you just use him as you please. You can practically feel him become less tense afterwards.

♡ Miguel bites you, not leaving hickeys, bites. They hurt slightly but if you even told him to stop he would. He tends to bite you more when he’s close to cumming. Usually biting down on your neck to conceal his whimpers and moans when he’s close. He usually grunts and groans while giving praises but he whimpers and moans in Spanish just before finishing.

♡ He has to replace the sheets a lot. Mostly because his talons come out when he’s close so he sadly doesn’t hold you in his arms as he cums. He’s scared of hurting you. But he does rip up the sheets a lot, he always buys more though, and apologizes for everything he rips up. Including your clothes and some pillows.

♡ Miguel is the king of aftercare! He likes holding you, especially because he’s so much bigger than you, he practically engulfs you in his muscles. Despite being so built, he’s actually very comfortable. He’s usually at your beck and call afterwards, getting you anything you want. You’re thirsty? Miguel’s got a glass of water and a small snack just in case. You want a bath? He’s already got the water running with bubbles and everything. As much as he keeps up a front and everything but you really mean everything to him. You’re his world.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

(A/N: I can’t stop writing Miguel 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I haven’t even had a chance to write any other spider verse characters because you guys only want Miguel and I keep writing for him 😭😭 I don’t mind though, I loved coming up with these headcanons 🫶)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

#soft yandere #yandere atsv #yandere spiderverse x reader #yandere spiderverse #yandere spiderman #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere!miguel o’hara #yandere miguel x reader #yandere miguel o’hara x reader

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yandere-romanticaa · 11 months

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"How long do you plan on keeping me here?" you ask with a slight sneer. The man in question hardly pays you any mind as his large back is still turned to you, his attention seemingly fully concentrated on some flashing images on the screen that change every few seconds.

All those weeks ago, you had been swallowed by a black hole and found yourself in a completely new dimension and by some strange twist of fate Miguel O'Hara had discovered you. He would often call you an "anomaly" and would say how you must go back home but should stay here in the meantime. Traveling through dimensions is rough on tough guy like him let alone a regular civilian who had zero combat experience. He would keep you close to him and his office, giving you little tasks and chores to keep you from dying of boredom and to, quite frankly, keep you away from the sea of endless Spidermen who were more than curious about your person as a whole, which risked you picking up their bad jokes and stupid attitude and Miguel was just not in the mood to deal with that. You relationship was purely professional with a slight humorous twist from time to time. Miguel was so easy to rile up, how could you not mess with him? Be it rearranging his stuff, poking and pinching his cheeks in order to get some sort of hilarious reaction out of him Miguel became your main source of entertainment. His stone cold attitude always backfired and instead of running away into the opposite direction like most people do, you stuck to him like glue.

Without even realizing it, your presence became a sort of weakness of his.

He lost track of how many images he had saved up of you in a secret folder of his and he just liked to... watch them. He just liked watching you in general. His face was devoid of emotion, his attitude was anything but welcoming but no matter how snappy he got, no matter how angry he may get, he never got truly mad at you.

People like to say that the eyes are the windows to ones very soul and Miguel O'Hara embodies that saying perfectly.

He could be having the worst day imaginable but all he needs to do is to see you, to look at you in your own element and he will feel like a brand new man.

He can't help but to be a little angry at you, for making him so weak.

You distracted him from his work, his duty, however, he still could not bare the thought of you being by anyone else's side. He needs you like a man needs air and you were left in the dark when it came to that fact.

Good.

You don't need to know the extent of Miguel's feelings, you don't need to see just how hard the flames of wicked jealousy roar in his heart and you most certainly do not need to know just how much his soul weeps to touch, kiss, protect, keep you.

He can keep that facade up only for so long though. And as much as he likes to think, Miguel is not the best when it comes to keeping his cool. It is only a matter of time before the dam of his feelings cracks and spills, overwhelming you and him both. Once that happens, there is no going back.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yanderecore #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere aesthetic #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #yandere spiderman x reader #spiderman x reader #yandere spiderman #yandere marvel #marvel cinematic universe #spiderverse x reader #yandere spiderverse

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bella-goths-wife · 11 months

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“He’s a fuckboy”

Spiderverse x reader

Content: you show Gwen the hard truth about the boy she’s ‘dating’

“He’s so sweet” Gwen gushes uncharacteristically as she looks down at her phone “he just text me!”

Gwen sat with pav, Hobie and miles in the cafeteria. It was originally meant to be a calm lunch but it all changed when gwen mentioned that she was in the talking stage with a cute boy, news that made miles mood sour.

You were perched at your own table close to theirs with a book in your hand as you read while you ate. Reading became increasingly hard to do when loud voices carried over to your table.

Hobie had already tried to get you to sit with them but you waved him away with the claim that you liked to eat alone, that didn’t stop him from eyeing you every chance he got.

“Do you have any photos together?” Pav asked excitedly at the prospect of his friend getting a boyfriend

“No not yet” Gwen says as she shows pav solo pictures of the boy in question “he said he’s camera shy”

“But he has all these photos of himself?” Miles said questioningly before receiving a swift kick under the table from Hobie

He looks confused before realisation hits him and all three of the boys exchange looks of sympathy.

“What?” Gwen says worriedly “do you not like him?”

“N-no I’m sure he’s great” pav stutters out “tell us more”

“He’s super close with his friends, he spends all his time with his friend Yasmin” Gwen says obliviously as all three boys wince slightly

“Are you sure he’s right for you?” Hobie asks tactfully as Gwen looks at him in confusion

“Yes” she says quickly “why?”

“We just don’t know if he’s compatible-“ pav goes to say but it cut off by you

“They’re trying to tell you he’s a fuckboy” you interject as you get up to put your tray in the cleaning section

The table sits around startled, Hobie wants to grin but knows it’s not exactly appropriate. Gwen looks shocked as she gets up to follow you and the boys rush after her.

“He’s not a…. Fuckboy” Gwen says defensively as she stomps after you

“Sure” you scoff out as you put your tray down and you walk back to your table to collect your book.

“You don’t even know what your talking about” gwen scoffs out as she looks you up and down

You just sigh as you stop in your tracks. You turn around and cross you arms over your chest while staring in Gwen’s eyes

“Let me guess, he calls you baby or generic nicknames all the time?” You ask with a raised brow and gwen nods “that’s because he doesn’t want to mix up your name with his other girls”

“That’s not true” gwen insisted

“Okay then, does he post you on social media?” You ask as you turn around again to pick up your book “do you have any photos together at all?”

“Well no, but that’s because he wants to keep us private” Gwen defends

“Private doesn’t mean secret” you state calmly “he’s keeping you secret so his main girls don’t find out about you”

“Your just making stuff up” Gwen denies your accusations

“Does he hide his phone when someone calls or texts him around you?” You ask and it’s like a nail in the coffin, Gwen nods slowly “face it, he’s a fuckboy”

“You don’t know what your talking about” she says angrily as she types coordinates into her watch “I’ll go talk to him now, to prove you wrong”

“Be my guest” you say calmly as I wait for her to go through the portal

She scoffs as she goes through and the portal disappears. The boys all look at you slacked jawed as you raise your eyebrow at them

“You could have worded it nice y/n” pavitr says nervously but you just shrug

“Truth hurts” you state as you walk away and leave the chaos behind so you could finally read your book in peace

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You sat cross legged on your bed as you read your book carefully until your peace was interrupted by desperate knocking on your door

You sigh and get up. When you open the door your greeted by gwens tear stricken face as tears fell from her cheeks and her eyes were red

You looked her for a moment before opening the door wider in a silent invitation in. Gwen takes this with a cry as she hooks her arms around you neck and you stand awkward during the one sided hug.

You guide Gwen to the bed and set her down against the headboard. You offer her some tissues and she accepts them gratefully

“How did you know he was a fuckboy?” Gwen asks in a small voice, breaking the awkward silence that surrounded the two of you

“I’ve dealt with way too many of them” i scoff out “I know the sighs”

“I feel stupid” she says as she puts her head in her hands in embarrassment

“Don’t” you try to say gently but it comes out as more of a command “he’s the stupid one, he missed out on you”

Gwen smiles slightly at you as her eyes look at you in admiration and her chest fills with the warmth of adoration

“Your not as mean as you look y’know” she says before realising and backtracking “I’m so sorry-“

“It’s fine” you cut her off with a reassuring tone “I know I look mean, I like looking mean”

Gwen goes to question you further but you turn away and pull out the remote for the tv

“Would watching weird rom-coms from the nighties help you?” You ask with a grimace as it sounds like hell for you

“Yes please” Gwen sighs out in relief as she gets comfortable on your bed

You nod as you search for a movie that your friend would enjoy and would make her feel better.

It’s only when Gwen watches you try your best to comfort you, does she realise that she misjudged you severely. You may look mean but secretly your a sweet person.

She feels at home as she watches some cheesy movie with you and she feels herself drift off to sleep feeling safe in the first time in month.

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