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lazyjellyfish300 · 4 months

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~Lazy Jellyfish Writings~

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Hello! I'm Jellyfish! (Jelly or JJ are also welcomed)♎🇹🇴 I like to write for fun and started this blog in Nov 2023 thanks to my Miguel O'Hara fixation.

I love to gush/talk about him and I mainly write for him at the moment and for the unforeseeable future 🤧. I'm happy to become moots and love to support fellow writers. 🖤 I don't take requests at this time due to personal nerves about meeting expectations and also due to time constraints, I'm sorry!

Miguel O'Hara(Reader x Miguel)

Most of my reader POVS are fem or AFAB, sorry. Since I am a cis female that is the pov I feel I can write the most accurately. I try to exclude reader's appearance as much as possible except clothing. I describe curvy body parts. You might have superficial things like tattoos or piercings once in a while but that's it. I try to do gender neutral every once in a while where I can.) My rating system is my humble opinion & might not be totally correct, read at your own risk.

🌶️-suggestive 🌶️🌶️-moderate smut

🌶️🌶️🌶️-very smutty 💖-fluff 💔-angst 🔥-slow burn/smut doesn't happen right away

-DD series🌶️🌶️🌶️🔥💔💖 (ongoing-9 chapters/11-links for the chapters will be in each post, Miguel is your Uber Driver with a twist on the og Miguel O'Hara comic) DD series art I have commissioned from the artist @ejpuki on insta

-As you slept 🌶️💔💖(Twilight AU with Miguel Cullen. He visits you while you sleep, TW: STALKERISH)

-Have I found You?- 💔💖Twilight AU Miguel Cullen, inspired by ending prom scene of the first Twilight movie

-In Between the Bookshelves-💖🔥🌶️🌶️🌶️ Librarian!Miguel AU, a trip to the library has a spicy conclusion

-In a Vial around your pretty little neck 🌶️🌶️💖(you & Miguel wear vials of each other's blood)

-The Stuffed Rabbit- 🌶️💖you go to Build-A-Bear and plan a Valentine's Day surprise for Miguel(same universe as in a vial around your pretty little neck)

-With New Eyes, Every Time-🌶️💖 with Miguel about your date to the aquarium, inspired by one of my moots.

-Books and Puzzles -🌶️💖 Bookstore, coffee and puzzle building date with Miguel

-Miguel Parenting Headcanons🌶️💖 (two parts which are linked in the post)

-Mom and Dad are Fighting on Christmas🌶️🌶️💔💖 (Jerry Maguire inspired, angsty piece with Miguel) also a Valentines spinoff: Mom and Dad are Fighting on Valentine's Day 🌶️🌶️💔💖

-Blurred Lines -🌶️🌶️💔💖, (2 parts)you become his fwb reluctantly in hopes he'll eventually fall in love with you too, but it's not that simple.

-Relationship Weight🌶️🌶️💖soft Miguel reassuring insecure reader

-Bedtime Giggles- 💖short fluffy blurb with Mig

-Breakfast for dinner 💖🌶️-short fluffy blurb with Mig

-An Easter Proposal(s)-💖🌶️ 3 short separate stories about getting engaged to Miguel on Easter, based off 3 different rings to choose from.

-Fortune Cookies💖-fluffy blurb with Mig sharing takeout & fortune cookies

-I'm Here -💖🌶️fluffy blurb with Mig, helping you with your back pain, inspired by another Tumblr user.

-A Day Off At Miguel's💖 -longer fluffy blurb where your boyfriend cheats & Miguel's there to cheer you up.

-Gentleman 💖🌶️💔 -mini series where you're a broke college student intern at Alchemax and Miguel becomes your sugar daddy

-Long Distance 🌶️🌶️🌶️-naughty dialogue on the phone with him

-Silent - 🌶️🌶️💖 smutty short blurb exploring Miguel's quiet side in the bedroom

-Love Across Dimensions💖💔-fluffy angsty headcanon outline of your relationship. A spinoff from Long Distance. Along with smutty pt 2.🌶️🌶️🌶️💖💔

-Still and All -angsty, heavier piece(lots of TW in description). You have a lifelong STI and you need to tell Miguel when you start dating him. 🌶️🌶️💔💖🔥

-The Woman He Didn't Choose -mini series ongoing 5 chapters/?-angsty Bachelor AU where you made the final two but he chose the other woman. 🌶️🌶️💔🔥

-Traitor- angsty blurb about your breakup with Miguel inspired by some break up songs🌶️🌶️💔

-Just A Little Carried Away -NSFW Mig blurb 🌶️🌶️🌶️

-Mirror-NSFW Husband!Miguel short blurb 💖🌶️🌶️🌶️

-Possessive Miguel drabbles-links to both in this post. One is SFW the other is NSFW but more suggestive & no smut 💖🌶️

-Hand holding during sex-short NSFW Miguel thought🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Praise and a HJ-getting Miguel off while you praise him drabble🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Tell Me-hopeless romantic NSFW Miguel blurb where you tell him how much you love him during intimacy 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-In Your Name-NSFW Villain! Miguel drabble🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Apology-drabble, rainy, middle of the night makeup sex 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-One Cabin-🌶️🌶️💖(3 blurbs linked in the post) with Miguel playing on the one bed trope. Instead what if you had to share a cabin with him on a mission?

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Peter B. Parker x Reader

-DBF!Peter B. Parker comes to dinner -your dad's new friend from work comes over for dinner one evening with a spicy conclusion.🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

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Ben Reilly

Dating Headcanons-reader x Ben 🌶️💖

Traitor epilogue- Spider-Woman Reader x Ben 🌶️💖💔 this fic is technically a pairing with Miguel, however the epilogue has a happy ending with Ben after your breakup. 🫶🏽

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Carlisle Cullen

Random Headcanons 🌶️💖

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Gallery (art I've commissioned from artists to accompany my fics/just for fun)

Art by the amazing ejpuki on Instagram based on Part 1 of my Miguel series DD in which he meets you as your Uber Driver after a drunken night out, and your relationship grows based on the og Miguel O'Hara comic with a twist. Please check out ejpuki on insta and support 🖤

Art by the amazing ejpuki on Instagram based on Part 3 of my Miguel series DD in which he meets you as your Uber Driver after a drunken night out, and your relationship grows based on the og Miguel O'Hara comic with a twist. Please check out ejpuki on insta and support 🖤

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issacballsac · 9 months

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“Being Ben’s S/O„

He’s a bit dramatic at times but that doesn’t stop him from being the best boyfriend to you! Gn reader (I rlly hope I got his character right)

Reilly | O’Really

Forces you to help him bleach his hair

Has a mini panic attack when his roots start growing back in

As you may or may not know he bleached his hair to differentiate himself from Peter so he would be pissed if his natural colour came back too fast

“Is that brown I see?”

“What. No, where? Are you serious, I just bleached it!”

If you are a frequent gym-goer he’d go with you

Y’all are each others spotters

“You got this, lift it!”

“I’M TRYING.”

If you don’t go to the gym often/not at all it’s alright he’d encourage you to go with him but would respect if you didn’t want to

Platonic or romantic relationship doesn’t matter he’s def gossiping with you especially about spiderverse shit

“I was just assigned on another mission and everything cause some kid came here and prevented Pavitr’s canon event and now wants to prevent his own canon event! Can you believe it?”

“Ben. What the fuck is a canon event?”

Can’t keep a secret

If you ever took him in a date to the carnival he’d start crying

Average bumper cars enjoyer

Very dramatic but if you lived the life he did you’d prob be seen as a bit dramatic too

In addition to this it would prob take a while before he tells you his entire past

Like he’s given you parts but never the whole thing

Give him time and he’ll tell you eventually

Shares headphones with you to show you his music taste and Vice versa

You guys have matching jewelry of some sort

Necklace, ring(non-marriage), bracelet, etc.

Comic Ben no, because his thoughts are written out in the narration box, but spider verse Ben narrates out loud while you guys are on a date or even just hanging out

No matter if your clothes fit him properly or not he’s wearing them just cause

Ofc he’d let you wear his too granted his closet isn’t very…diverse?

He doesn’t have bad fashion sense but like his closet is hella empty 💀

That hoodie though…🦀

Gives little kisses every morning even if you didn’t fall asleep together he’ll make sure to give you the routinely morning kiss

I see him as more of a little spoon? Feel free to disagree but I feel like he would want to be in your arms regardless if ur arms are slim or muscular

He DOES NOT CARE about appearance or anything like that bro jus wants someone to love him FR😭

Back to the silly shit

He cries during romantic movies

Especially if it’s a tragic one

His sobbing ruins the movie FR💀

“God—Ben can you cry quieter?”

“I’m sorry I just can’t believe she died before he could even tell her his feelings!”

Ugly crier fs

Isolated himself from the world after watching the notebook for the first time

Loves playing iMessage games with you especially 8ball and cup pong

He definitely cheats in Uno

Whether or not you help him cheat is up to you

Just know if you call him out on it he’s not talking to you for like a week

If your a regular dude he likes to show off with his powers and everything

If you’re a hero/villain/vigilante etc. he still shows off perhaps even more than before especially when your out doing whatever your doin💀

I could rlly talk abt him forever

He’s actually pretty smart just not in a common sense way

He’d make you come with him to get his ears pierced bc he’s a pussy

I love him and he IS hella strong and shit but he would definitely be too afraid to get his ears pierced

Getting thrown into a car? No problem!

Needle near ear? No.

He can cook a lil bit

No chef but if you want chicken and rice he WON’T give you food poisoning!😁🫶

Better at making drinks

Likes cuddling with you, watching random YouTube videos, and eating goldfish

Has a ritual of rewatching all Jersey Shore seasons at least once every month

Idk if it’s canon but he def doesn’t have a drivers license and you drive him everywhere💀

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gh0stsp1d34r · 10 months

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Hi 😊 how are you? . Could you please write for Scarlet spider x shy reader? He needs a lot of love. Like he’s deeply in love with her despite they’re already dating ♥️♥️

I’d love too!!!

Slightly suggestive at the end, nothing bad tho (: fem! Reader

Shy

“What’s wrong with her?” Some people would ask him. He would ignore them usually, other times just explaining that you’re shy, and that you’re actually really great.

He was an extrovert, and he talked a lot, but that just made him fall for you harder if anything. You’re quiet, you don’t talk a lot. He thought you were cool, and very pretty.

And if anyone had a problem with that, he’d gladly fight them for you.

“What’s wrong with him?” One spider person had asked in the HQ, nodding to Ben.

“He’s probably thinking about his past.” Another said, rolling their eyes. Suddenly Ben peeked up and looked at them.

“Actually, I am thinking about my beautiful girlfriend.. and my horrible past.” He said dramatically, running a hand through his soft hair.

They all just gave him weird looks as he went on and on about you.

“Ben, quit talking about your weird girlfriend, Miguel wants us.” Jess passed him, rolling her eyes.

“She’s not weird!” He quickly defended, and walked by her.

“No, she’s not, she’s lovely, the only thing that’s weird is how she’s dating you.”

When Jess had finally met you, you were quiet most of the time, Ben and her just talking most of the time, and it took a while for you to talk. But she thought you were nice.

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“Heyyyy!!” He said, walking behind you unknowingly. You jumped slightly at the voice and smiled as he came up behind you, hugging you from behind and putting his chin on your head. You were doing the dishes.

“Hii.. I missed you. How was work?” You asked.

“It was boring.I went to the gym after, sorry for being late.” He said.

“Is that why you’re so sweaty?” You laughed and turned around, giving him a proper kiss. You dried your hands you waited for him while he took a shower, then he sat down next to you, just watching your show and talking in between.

“That’s such a bullshittt move, why would he do that?” You sighed, and Ben nodded.

“Right?! Absolutely crazy.”

You both stood up and looked at the time, it was about 11 pm.

“Guess we never realized the time.” He laughed, you shrugged.

You were already in pajamas when Ben was getting undressed. You stared at him with a small laugh when he almost tripped over the shirt on the floor. The tight shirt he was wearing was hard to get off, his hands were above it, head stuck.

You laughed at him. “You need help?”

“Please.” He whined out, and you laughed again and went over to him, helping him take it off.

His wet hair and sweatpants that were hung low on his hips looked good on him. Way too good. You thought.

“What?” He asked when you looked at him.

“Nothing. You just look very..”

“Very..?”

“Very….. cool.”

“Cool? Well, I was expecting more than cool but I’ll take it.” He laughed quietly, and gave you another kiss, his hands on your waist, pulling you closer, chests touching now.

“You look amazing, is what I was trying to say.” You said.

“You always look amazing.” He said back, you looked at him, your hand on his chest.

“Nah. Not as good as you.” You looked down, embarrassed at his praise almost.

He quirked an eyebrow and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Oh you seriously wanna play this game? I win every time, babe.”

“Maybe.” You shrugged.

He smiled and kissed you again, pushing you into the bed softly.

#ben reilly #ben reilly x reader #ben reilly smut #atsv #atsv x you #atsv x reader #ben reilly x fem! reader

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angelltheninth · 10 months

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Perhaps you could write about how they would react if Y/N was bitten/stung by a breeding spider?. Yes, that's right, reproduction baby hehe. I don't care what the character's gender is. Would it be possible to describe the headcanons?👉🏻👈🏻

(I already apologize for the spelling mistakes, I'm using the translator :D)

Spiderverse🙏🏻

Oh fun, breeding kink is always fun.

Pairing: Ben Reilly, Peter B. Parker, Miguel O'Hara, Noir x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, feral sex, creampie, pregnancy mention, dirty talk, wall sex, rooftop sex, kind of sex pollen, pheromones

A/N: Added Ben this time around, I think I might include him in some other future stuff too.

Ben doesn't want to take advantage of you when you come on to him and tell him about your problem. He also can't deny that he's very, very horny for you. Despite it not being a good idea he can't have you go home like this, he can't have you swinging in between buildings in such a state. But he needs to make sure you want this. Yanking his pants down and sucking his cock because you were so needy for cum is a good argument. The issue is you don't just need to taste him to make this go away, you also need to feel him inside you.

"You really want it? Are you sure, I need to know. I know its hard to talk while you're sucking on my dick but I need to be sure before we go any further. Baby, you know I want you, I want to tear that suit off your body and fill you with cum but I need you to say that you need me to do it. Hah, I'm not teasing you I promise."

Peter is hesitant because you're currently on a rooftop together and you can't seem to move an inch without moaning. He can't leave you here and he can carry you because he knows the moment he touches you he won't be able to resist your charms. You don't want him to resist, you don't care that he's a hero and you a civilian, you need his cock and you need it now, you need his cum inside you, you need him to breed you right now. All this talk of breeding has his senses going haywire, his hands desperately finding your ass as you drop your pants and offer him your pussy, which he sinfully takes.

"I know you're scared right now, you don't know what's happening to you, but I promise I'll help. I'm here for you sweetheart. Ah, your pussy feels good around my cock, a wet mess and I just put it in. You won't last long, I know you won't but don't worry, just need to get some cum in that cunt and you'll be good as new won't you?"

Miguel can't resist the pull the pheromones have on him. He's pinning you against the nearest wall, kissing you, teeth scraping against your neck as he tells you he needs you just as much as you need him right now. The feeling is mutual, and the pleasure will be too. Let him take these suits off and he'll give you what you crave. His cock and cum, to have his babies right? He knows, you can't your desires from him because they're his desires too. They have been ever since you started working together.

"Fill you up, I'll fill that pussy up with so much cum you'll be pregnant in to time. Such a good hole, taking me so eagerly. Are you sure this is due to the spider bite? I think... fuck... I think you're not being honest here. You'd want me regardless, I've seen how you look at me. I know this is a bit backwards but after this let me take you on a date hum? Prove to you I mean this, that you're not just a warm hole to be fucked."

Noir doesn't want to risk your professional relationship by having sex with you in a deluded state of mind. He tries to give you space while also being close to you in case of real danger but you quickly make your way onto his lap, saying how you don't need any space between you two, in fact it'd be better if there was none at all. He curses his judgement as he pushes you to the floor, rutting his clothed hard cock against your pussy almost animalistically. He hates that he's letting his desires take over his rational part of mind but he can't lie to himself, he wants to see what you look like when you're painted white.

"What have you... I can't think about anything but your pussy. Shit, I need you, fucking need to feel you, see you taking my dick. You look beautiful when you're rolling your hips into me, your mind is mush right now isn't it? This will help, I think. If you... I promise you I'm not the kind of man to run from my actions, I'll take responsibility for this, weather you be pregnant after or not."

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allysunny · 5 months

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If you said your requests are open… I know this is silly but JEALOUS MIGUEL

Dude gets annoyed if Y/N talks abt someone else (Ben Reilly, Peter B, some other spider people orsome of her friends back in her world) fondly and even LYLA called him out on that

Then one time when Y/N was doing that thing where she talks abt someone else in a fond way and Miguel accidentally said smth that reveals his feelings for you 🤭🤭🤭

A Jab of Jealousy | Miguel O'Hara x Spider Fem!Reader

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: Jealous behaviour from Miguel - seriously, he's kind of a stalker in here. He's down bad and whipped and acts like a sulking baby. Mentions of violence, but it's for comedical effect. Peter B. is a menace. Perhaps OOC Miguel? If there's anything I missed, please let me know!

A/N: Hey guys!! Hello!! It's me again! Gosh, it's been kinda long since the last update. I'm very sorry, but as I mentioned, I'm super busy with university, and am trying to juggle everything without going absolutely crazy. I hope you guys haven't forgotten about me! Please be patient <3

Anyways, I had a blast writing this! I'd never really written for jealous characters before, so I'm not really sure if this is any good. BUT it was very fun to write a sulking Miguel. He's just so funny, picture a big grumpy cat, upset his owner won't give him any attention, hahaha!

Anyway sweet Anon, I hope this is to your liking! It's a bit shorter than my usual works, so I apologize for that, though. But I hope it meets your expectations!!

Miguel was fuming. So much, that he could probably fry an egg on his head. In fact, Lyla had expressed a desire to do so. If only she had a physical form, she thought.

But since frying eggs on top of her boss’s head wasn’t an option, she simply chose to watch as he dug his own grave over and over again, acting like a complete moron.

It’s not like she wasn’t amused – but there is only so much she could say when Miguel sulked because you’d given someone else your attention without making him upset and causing a “I am not jealous” rant to happen.

Lyla did not want that.

Lyla knew better than to prompt that conversation.

More people should be like Lyla – namely Peter B., who’d caught onto Miguel’s little act rather early on. But the brunet couldn’t help it – pissing off Miguel was a hilarious past time, and he loved to push his buttons. He wondered how long it would take for him to finally admit his feelings for you.

Thing was, Miguel had a soft spot for you.

A very soft spot for you.

A “I can’t listen to any of these idiots talk, but as soon as you start a conversation, he’ll tell everyone to shut up so he’ll listen” soft spot for you.

A “I do not want to see anyone, leave me alone you insufferable brats, but if you walk into his office, he’ll pull up a chair and let you keep him company” soft spot for you.

A “I can’t believe you guys disgraced your mission and were unable to contain the anomaly, it is unacceptable, unless it’s you because then it’s only a ‘common mistake’” soft spot for you.

A “I’m Mr. Grumpy and Annoyed and spend my whole days sulking, but if you walk through that door, I’ll light up like a Christmas tree” soft spot for you.

A “this is the last empanada in the cafeteria, and I really want to eat, but you seem to be starving, so please have it, I don’t want you passing out on me” soft spot for you.

A “I’m not jealous, how dare you, but if I see you talking to someone else, I will most likely punch a wall (and destroy it in consequence)” soft spot for you.

Yeah.

Miguel was down bad.

But he’d never admit it to anyone – let alone himself.

He’d simply sulk in a corner, muttering about how “Ben isn’t really that interesting, and he doesn’t really need help, he’s just dramatic and needs to grow up”. Or something of the sort.

Right now, he was watching as you casually conversed with Peter B. The two of you were sitting next to each other, munching on some spider themed burgers for lunch and catching up. Mayday was contentedly eating her own burger, cheddar sauce smeared all over her face and coating her hands.

Peter must’ve made the greatest fucking joke ever, because you bent over the table, laughing like a maniac. Miguel loved your laughter - so carefree, so unapologetically you. You wiped some tears from your eyes, still giggling. You reached out and touched his arm, which made Peter smile, and Miguel frown.

Why’d you be touching his arm? Were you two that close? Sure, you were friendly with everyone, but were you this touchy? You’d never touched him. Did you only do that to your close friends? Did you perhaps want something more with Peter? Well, Peter was a married man. And a loyal one at that - he wouldn’t leave Mary Jane. Why would you go for a married man?

Miguel was single. Why not go for someone single?

“Oh Peter - never change!” you exclaimed with a bright smile that could’ve lit up the whole Spider Society. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go take care of some reports for the big guy.”

The Big Guy? Who the hell is the big guy?

“Ah, yes. Don’t want him to throw a table at you, do we?” Peter joked.

A table?

Miguel had only done that once.

And it was deserved.

Were you talking about him?

“Don’t be like that -” your voice quickly interrupted Peter’s. “He threw a table at you because you’d been slacking off. You let that Doc Ock anomaly escape. He’s not normally like that.”

Precisely.

Oh.

You were defending him.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure he’s not. Off you go, you busy bee!”

“Give MJ my love - I can’t wait to try her casserole. Tell her I’ll bring the pizza rolls, I promised I’d give her my recipe.” You placed a delicate kiss on top of Mayday’s red mane (to which she giggled and reached out her arms towards you - Miguel wondered if you were this naturally good with kids, or if it was just the younger B. Parker that made everyone act like this) and walked away.

Peter smiled to himself, ruffled his kid’s hair, and then looked straight at Miguel, giving him a knowing look from across the cafeteria. He nudged his head towards your figure, and wiggled his eyebrows, mouthing “Jealous?”

Miguel sulked even more, finishing his burger in one whole bite.

Jealous. As if he was jealous.

The next time something like this happened, Miguel had been doing some research on the Spider Library. It was a fascinating place, really - Spiders from every earth would donate books from their homeland. There were books on just about everything, from Victorian etiquette to small Lego blocks Lego Spiderman would swear to be books (a claim Miguel has never once doubted, for the little guy was one of his most trusted allies).

He’d been looking through a few cookbooks (Because even Spider People deserve to learn how to cook), looking for casserole recipes. He convinced himself it was simply a way for him to eat a more balanced meal, for him not to eat at the cafeteria every single day - not that there was anything wrong with it, but he sometimes longed for the warmth of a homemade meal.

“Noir!” your voice cut through the silence, and Miguel caught a glimpse of you chastising yourself for speaking so loudly in a space meant to be relaxing and quiet. “Sorry,” you whispered with a small giggle, before turning to the black and white character.

You conversed happily, feet tugged under your body as you relaxed on one of the library’s comfiest chairs. The cookbook long forgotten; Miguel was now busy watching you. The way the corners of your lips titled up whenever Spider Noir said something that pleased you, how your hands fidgeted with your hair, twirling it around your fingers or tugging it behind your ear, how your eyes would widen in recognition whenever you deemed the topic good.

“Stalker much?” Lyla whispered on his ear, making him jump.

“Mierda! Coño - Lyla - pendeja de una…” He mumbled under his breath, looking around to make sure no one had heard him - unfortunately for him, you had. You looked over in his direction in confusion and gave him a soft smile once your gazes met, as well as a small wave. He retributed, far too stunned to speak, before returning his attention to Lyla.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked, keeping his voice low and gruff. He hated being interrupted, especially when someone interrupted him while he was looking at you.

“You do know this whole ‘Watching her from the shadows’ thing is getting sort of old, right? And it’s real creepy Miguel, real creepy!” Lyla chimed in, looking at him over the rim of her heart-shaped glasses. She was way too done with him. And with good reason. While it was amusing to watch jealousy eat him up from the inside and watch how smitten he was whenever you walked in, it was also draining, because it meant she was stuck with a big grumpy cat whenever you weren’t near, or whenever you were near someone else.

“Why don’t you just ask her on a date?” she asked, voice way too exasperated. It wasn’t the first time she suggested this. Nor the second, nor the third. It surely wouldn’t be the last. “Grow a pair of cojones and ask her out. You’re a decent cook - why not cook up something for dinner? She’d like that, I’m sure.”

“Why would I ask her out?” Miguel grumbled, trying to focus on his book once more. “And why would she say yes? She’s got plenty of friends, of companions. I’m sure she doesn’t lack dinner invitations.”

Lyla scoffed and rolled her eyes, wishing her boss wasn’t so stubborn.

“Well, you should ask her about because you’re whipped! Damn it Miguel, it’s becoming really disturbing to have you sulk and pout all day because she didn’t look your way, or smiled too much at someone else. It’s annoying. And you are becoming a stalker. Look at you! You followed her into the library and were watching her!”

“I was reading!” replied Miguel, trying to keep his voice down but failing - which earned him a few “Shhhhh”s from other dedicated spiders. “Sorry…” he grumbled. “But I was reading. It’s got nothing to do with her.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure, big guy.” If Lyla were to roll her eyes again, they’d probably roll into the back of her head. “Anyway, you have some new reports to catch up on. The new recruits have done a brilliant job, actually. You might want to give those a look.” Miguel sighed and swiftly exited the library, but not before catching your gaze again, and receiving a smile from you.

Miguel was halfway into reviewing one of the reports Jessica had sent him when he heard a knock on his office’s door.

“Who is it?” he asked, not particularly thrilled to talk to anyone.

“Oh, it’s me! [Y/N]!” You. [Y/N].

Well, his door would always be open for you.

“Come in,” he said, turning away from his multitude of screens.

Just be cool.

It’s not like Lyla was right.

Or Peter.

They love to tease him - they’re both insufferable and love to annoy him.

He’s not jealous.

He’s not possessive or anything.

“Miguel?” You asked, breaking him out of his trance. “You okay?”

He looked up to meet your kind eyes, and immediately relaxed before them.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I’m fine. Sorry, I’m just distracted. Jessica sent me some new reports, and I need to revise all of these before I store them.” It’s funny. Miguel would never admit he was tired. Not to Lyla or anyone else. He wouldn’t even admit it to himself - but you were different. You made him feel safe. He felt like he could confide in you and tell you all that troubles his mind.

“I could help you out, if you wanted to?” You leaned against a desk, shrugging your shoulders. “I mean, I don’t have much on my plate right now. If you want, I could look at them?”

Miguel couldn’t do that.

He couldn’t give someone else his workload, couldn’t trust someone else with such an important task. Should you overlook something, the consequences could be disastrous. Even the tiniest detail could lead up to catastrophic events. That’s why he always took it upon himself to review everything himself, to make sure there were no mistakes.

“I might just take you up on that offer.”

Huh.

That’s not what he meant to say.

No, what he meant to say was,

“It would be great to have a helping hand.”

No.

No, actually, abort mission. Abort mission.

Miguel didn’t need help. He was doing fine on his own. He was the only one qualified for such important jobs, and that was why he had to set the record straight and tell you,

“Thank you, [Y/N].”

You smiled brightly at him, one of those smiles reserved for your closest friends alone (at least that’s what he thought, because Miguel had not been stalking you, and most certainly wasn’t aware of the types of smiles you gave people).

But did this mean he was one of your closest friends?

Miguel shook his head at the thought, and you giggled – a cheerful, melodious sound that Miguel didn’t mind hearing more often.

“You know, everyone around HQ keeps saying you’re like this big bad wolf,” you begin, gesturing with your hands, as if painting a picture. “It’s funny because you’re not like that at all! It seems like I’m the only one who sees that, though. Oh, and Peter B.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “You see, the other day, we were joking about what kind of animals each one of us would be, and – “ Miguel’s ears blocked out the rest of the line.

Peter B. this, Peter B. that.

How close were you two anyway? And why are you always talking about him?

“ – And then I was like, no, Miguel would totally be a cat, and then Ben just completely faints on the floor in front of us, and we burst out laughing!” You’re doubling over yourself, even going as far as wiping tears from your eyes. “Oh, he may be dramatic, but boy is he funny. You should listen to his impression of Victorian Spider; he’s got it down to a tee! And oh – he can mimic Peter Parkedcar so well, he does this thing with his voice, in which he goes – “

He's not even that funny.

“Huh?” You questioned, looking up from your little rant.

Huh? What “huh”?

Oh. Mierda.

Had he said that out loud?

“I’m just saying, he’s not even that funny. Ben Reilly.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, and looking away. “I don’t even know why you hang out with him. He steals everyone’s jokes and makes everything about himself. Also, he’s annoying.”

Way to go Miguel. You do not sound a day over four years old. Not at all.

“Well, I find him charming.” You reply sympathetically. “We all have our flaws.”

“Charming. Tch. Sure, if you find crying over his ‘traumatising day’ which probably consists of a spilled Sepsi charming, then sure, he’s the spitting image of a charming gentleman.” Miguel scoffed, still not finding it within himself to look you in the eye.

“That’s just who he is. I mean, you can’t really blame him, that’s probably how his whole Earth is. Oh goodness – could you imagine? A whole earth full of Ben Reillys?” Your eyes widened and you grinned once again, covering your mouth with your hands. “Peter’s always saying –“

“Peter should probably get some adult friends. And doesn’t he have a baby to take care of? I mean, he can’t possibly be bothering everyone around HQ when he’s a father – you must have things to do other than listen to him ramble on and on and on about whatever topic. Dios, he desperately needs a hobby. Doesn’t he have a wife to return to?”

Perhaps Peter B. could arrange some playdates for Miguel and Mayday. Who knows, the two children might get along.

You’re looking at him, mouth agape in a grin. You supress a chuckle and clear your throat, amusement rather obvious in your eyes.

Could Miguel O’Hara, the big bad wolf leader of the Spider Society, be jealous?

“Someone seems to be a bit jealous.” Your remark was accompanied by some sort of smile that was also a smirk. Almost like you were too amused by the situation but were also flattered. Which you were.

There was that word again.

Jealous.

Miguel ran the word repeatedly in his mind. Could it be he was actually jealous? Was he, perhaps, too possessive of you? You weren’t his. There was no reason for him to feel so protective.

“They’re just friends, you know.” You shrugged, tilting your head. A few strands of hair fell in front of your face, but you made no effort to move them. It gave you a slightly ragged look, and Miguel felt his heart leap in his chest at the sight. “You could hang out with us sometime. I’m sure they’d appreciate it. You’re the boss, I’m sure fraternising’s not against Spider Society rules.”

It was Miguel’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Yeah – right. I’m afraid any conversation I might have with them will reduce my brain capacity. Thank you, but no.” He waved his hand dismissively. It was true. Ben was a focused superhero, that was true, but he could get caught up in his own drama far too quickly. And Peter B… Peter B. was Peter B.

This was getting quite ridiculous.

Here he was, nearly stalking someone, attacking all her friends, and acting like a possessive jerk, all because he was sad said someone wouldn’t look at him, or hang out with him as much. Miguel was a grown ass man, but lately, he’d been acting like a confused teen going through puberty. You deserved quite better. Much better.

He’d dated women before, surely, he could do it again. He’d had nice dates and formulated interesting conversations. He could do all of that again. Without stalking you and following you around like a lost puppy. He could take you out and grant you a night of fun. Treat you nicely. Cook you some dinner, perhaps.

Something ran through Miguel’s mind – a thought he never expected to have – Lyla was right. Maybe it was time to do things like a proper adult instead of pouting and throwing tantrums whenever you looked somewhere else. It wasn’t fair of him to keep acting this way, and especially towards you, who’d done nothing to warrant such a weird treatment. All he hoped for was that you hadn’t noticed his strange demeanour these past few weeks.

“But, well,” he started, trying not to sound like a sulking child, “I surely don’t lose any of my faculties whenever I’m with you. Perhaps you would like to get some coffee sometimes?”

There it was.

An invitation.

(Even if slightly half-assed)

An opportunity to stop being some creepy loser (Peter’s words), and maybe get closer to you.

(It should be noted that Lyla was observing the whole thing, and although she was merely AI, the joy she was feeling was far too big to be considered “synthetic”. She was simply happy her oblivious moron of a boss had finally manned up. She was so proud. It was like watching a baby take his first steps – only in this case, the baby was a 6’9 superhero who could crush a car with his bare hands. She was proud, nevertheless. He was all grown up now.)

Your smiled softened, and you nodded.

“I’d like that. I really would.”

Miguel looked up.

Huh. That’d been surprisingly easy.

And you’d said yes.

“Really?” Were you messing with him? Was Peter going to kick his door down, shove a camera up his face and proclaim he’d been pranked?

“Yeah!” You shrugged, linking your hands behind your back. “I think it’d be fun. I’d really like to go on a date with you.” Your eyes widened. “Unless – I mean, is it a date? It doesn’t have to – I’m sorry, I just assumed – but it really doesn’t have to, and I’d love to get coffee either way!”

You scrambled for words, face heating up by the second, which made Miguel smile. He didn’t do it often, but in your presence? All was possible in your presence. You brought out the best in him.

“Would you like it to be a date?” Okay, now the ball was on your court. While Miguel had been the one to ask you out, you were the one in charge. If you told him you’d rather meet up as friends, he’d respect your decision. (Maybe stalk you some more with heartbreak in his eyes, but he wasn’t about to say that.)

“I… I’d like that. If it were to be a date, that is – I’d really like that.” You tried to hide the way your fingers fidgeted with each other, but it was far too obvious. And completely okay. Miguel too was nervous.

“Me too.”

You smiled at his words, and Miguel’s smile mirrored your own.

“That’s settled then. It’s a date.”

In the background, Lyla did cartwheels in the air, mentally congratulating her boss.

Miguel’s smile softened and reached his eyes.

Maybe he was jealous.

But he was sure it would work out in the end.

A/N: And that's it! Again, I hope you guys liked it! I'll be working on more requests, and stuff of my own hehe, I can't wait for you guys to see what else is up my sleeve. Thank you and have a wonderful day!!

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gh0stsp1d3r · 9 months

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𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

* means 18+

My teenagers series will be on a seperate masterlist (:

𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

Said it’s big but you take it *

Shimmer *

Web prison

On your side, always

Miguel taking care of sick reader

Miguel with Latina!reader who is good with kids

Coffee

His two sweet girls

Promises

Accidents happen

Miguel with reader who has flu

Are you serious?

Chaos part 1

Chaos part 2*

Whipped part 1

Whipped part 2

Miguel dating hcs

Betrayal part 1

Betrayal part 2

It’s me or him

Sub! Miguel*

Size kink Miguel thots*

𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧

Haunting

Accidents

Labels

Ruthless

Ruthless part 2

Is that a raccoon?

Jinxed

Relax

Hobie thots*

Hobie with a mute reader

Cuddling w/ Hobie hcs

Stars

Who would’ve thought

Coast clear?

Just friends

Pretty boy part 1

Pretty boy part 2

Opposites attract

Punk rock love*

Freak on a leash*

Hidden feelings

Guard dog

Hobart brown.

All mine*

Hcs for hobie eating fem!reader out*

Hobie w sick reader

Ironic

Never mind

Dad!Hobie hcs

Hobie w/ autistic reader

Cute

Different

Ring

Hobie brown general hcs

Rambling

Soft spot

Glowing

Mirror

Pink

Quiet

Hobie x freestyle dancer hcs

Our future

𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲

Weird but in a cute way

Ben reilly w/ baker gf

Sub! Ben reilly hcs*

Enemies to lovers hcs

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐢𝐫

Spider noir x hippie stoner reader

Unexpected pair

𝐏𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫

Pavitr w/ autistic reader

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 (𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲)

Spider squad w/giant reader

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #pavitr prabhakar x reader #ben reilly #ben reilly x reader

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angel-of-the-moons · 7 months

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It’s found family central up in here I’m loving it. Hobie who’s readers lovable dumbass step in adult child almost. Accidentally called them ‘mum’ once, neither him nor reader mention it (simply just out of not wanting to embarrass him or because reader doesn’t want to push him away without meaning to). But reader’s always there for him in the little ways

Hobie: Hey y/n what’re your plans tonight? Mine are trying to fix the fucking roof of my boat because it’s fuckin’ rainin AGAIN and it’s COLD

Reader: Oh I’m just gonna light some candles, make some stew and have a little wine and get cozy under a blanket :)

Hobie: …..Can I come over plea-

Reader: Yes you may come over I already have some spare pyjamas for you and some of your favourites orange sweets. I knew you were gonna ask, honey ☺️

Awwwwe 🥺

That One Mum-Friend

Platonic!Hobie x Mom Figure!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None, mostly a short fluff drabble

🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸

You were only a few years older (at most) than your peers. Hell, a bit younger in some of the cases (cough cough Peter B cough cough), but everyone knew you.

You were the mom friend. The chaperone, the babysitter.

But you couldn't help it, your motherly nature was just so deep into your personality that the two could not be separated. It kind of was the reason why you didn't have many friends outside the Society, most people deemed you too "overbearing" or y'know. Motherly. You'd step in before any "fun" or crazy stuff happened.

You were there to console the others when something happened, when someone was upset, or hell, was just lonely. You were there for them when they needed that gentle hand, or a hug, or a nap in your lap.

Your balanced nature was often why Miguel would pair you with Hobie, or Ben Reilly, to bring them a bit of stability (and to stop Ben from lamenting about his backstory or talking about his muscles for five minutes).

On one mission in particular, Hobie had actually slipped up, and in front of Ben, Peter, and Pavitr and Gwen, he called you "Mum" over the comms. He quickly sputtered and tried to backpedal, but the grin that erupted on your face had already fixed itself there.

You pretended you didn't hear it however, that you weren't paying attention to your comm.

Ben and the others? Never. Let. Him live. It down.

They even gave Hobie things to give to you on Mother's Day for extra effect.

But today? Today, Hobie showed up in your universe, soaked to the bone, his wicks soggy and shoes filled with water.

"Got stuck in the rain, lost the key to my flat, and I don't feel like crashing at HQ because of the Old Man. Can I--"

You chuckled and stepped aside, "Come on, Hobie. You look like a drowned poodle."

"Oi, you havin' a dig at my wicks?" He frowned, walking past you and into your warm, cozy apartment.

"Yep!" You grin, walking over to your linen closet and grabbing some towels, handing them to him.

"Go into the bathroom and get dried off, I might have some clothes that'll fit you. Pajamas at any rate." You hum, walking into your room to rummage through your dressers for something that might fit his tall, lithe frame.

He mumbled a thanks and trudges into the bathroom, his shoes making a depressingly loud squishing noise with every step.

You giggle to yourself and pull out some red plaid pajama pants, and one of your oversized novelty t-shirts.

They should fit.

You knock on the bathroom door and Hobie pokes his head out. He takes the clothes from you when you hand them to him and quickly ducks back to change.

And when he comes out you practically squee.

"Awww! You look so cozy!" You snicker.

"Ohhhhh stuff it." Hobie mumbles, dropping onto your couch and crossing his arms, towel still draped over his head.

"Now Hobie..." You tsk, draping your fluffy, heated blanket over his shoulders, which he automatically snuggles into on sheer instinct alone.

"Is that any way to talk to your mum?"

"Oi! It was one time!" Hobie retorted, trying to cover the blush rising in his cheeks.

"Leave off it, will ya?!"

You grin and grab a tin of sweets, and grab his hand, placing them in his palm.

His eyes get big. His favorite candies; he found them once in your universe, got hooked, and apparently yours was the only one that had them.

You had a shit-eating grin on your face as he popped the candies in his mouth.

"Nahhhh. I'm not gonna. Not when you look like a little kid all snuggled up under that fluffy blanket."

"Hey! Who d'you think you are, eh?" He said, trying to sound miffed, but failing as the warmth from the blanket seeps into his cold body, relaxing into the soft cushions of your couch.

"Oh, me?" You hum, grabbing his wet clothes to be washed.

"I'm the Spider-Mom. Didn't you know that?"

#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #answered

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 7 months

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On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Ice skater! Fem! Reader

A/N: Hehe new chapter bitches come feast 🤭. The usu, so excuse grammatical errors and typos, Miguel being ooc most likely. Also if anyone knows that “get your hands off my stunt” tiktok I wanted to make a reference to it in here hehe.

(Y/N)- Your name.

Cursing, Miguel not knowing how to communicate his feelings, Peter trying to get Miguel to communicate said feelings. Logan being a king lol.

Word count: 1.4k

Series Masterlist

Chapter 12: Baby we both know,that the nights are mainly made for saying thing’ that we can’t say tomorrow day.

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“Alright, let’s practice the lift.” Logan said, as he motioned for you to step closer to him, which you quickly obliged, standing next to him as you both postion yourselves for the crucifix lift. You took a deep breath as you grip onto Logan’s tone shoulders, trying to focus on you and your partner rather than the shouts and the sound of composite hockey sticks hitting the puck that was coming from the inside of the rink that was happening 20 feet away from you. Usually on Thursdays you both wouldn't go over your lifts off the ice while the spiders practice, but with a week and a day till regionals, anxiety has gotten the best of you, and the inability to get one of the empty dance rooms to practice only helped turn that anxiety into annoyance.

As Logan goes down to position his hands on you, and began to lift you, one the hockey players thought it would be oh so funny to shoot the puck in your direction, causing it to hit the plastic barrier with a loud bang, startling you a bit as you let go of Logan’s shoulders, letting out a small screech, and a few chuckles from the players on the ice. Thank god for Logan, the heavenly partner he was, was still able to go through with the move, although his movements were slightly shaky due to the scare. It seems you both weren’t the only ones to notice the shakiness, because one of the players that wasn’t on the ice was walking by and noticed too.

“I got her, I got her.” He mumbled as he stopped behind you and placed his hands on your waist, you didn’t move from the touch since if you tried to squirm away, your hip would hit Logan’s head.

Logan in response let out a dry chuckle as he looked over at the guy holding onto your waist, giving him a once over before saying, “get your hands off my partner.” To which the other guy quickly let go, putting both hands up in a defensive manner.

“Sorry man, just trying to help.” The guy said as Logan flipped you to put you back on the floor.

“Yeah, well, I didn't ask.” Logan replied as he whipped his hands on his practice tights. You couldn’t help but let out a little snort at Logan’s sassiness.

“Reilly! Stop talking to those two and get your ass in here! We still have 20 minutes!” You turned your head once you heard Miguel’s orders to his teammate, as he skated past you three, his eyes lingering a bit longer on you then it did on Logan or on his teammate, both your eyes locking for a split second, and in that second, time slowed for a bit.

“You heard him Ben, get your ass in here!” Peter shouts next, your eyes ripped from Miguel’s to look over at him. Honestly, the only one you could really recognize in red and blue sports gear was Mig, you only knew it was Peter who just spoke from the sound of his voice, even with the numbers and the names on the back, although you didn’t really know any but Peter and Miguel. With Miguel it was easier to tell him apart from the rest since his physique was so much different from the others. Sure they were all tall and muscular, but compared to Miguel…

“Oh my god stop being a horny bitch…” you scolded yourself internally, shaking your head as you watched the guy whose name was Ben Reilly (you were guessing at least, it made more sense to you then Reilly Ben.) made his way back on the ice.

“Fucking god… he thinks I don’t know what I’m doing…” Logan scoffed under his breath as he whispered to you, his eyes narrowed as he looked over at the rink before his gaze met yours, his shifting to one of a more playfulness once he saw the look of amusement in your eyes. “What?” He asked with a slight chuckle as he moved his hands to rest inside of his jacket pockets.

“Nothing, it’s just funny. When you said it like that, you sounded so possessive.” You grinned, lightly pointing him in his ribs, your grin widened when he scowled and squirmed away from your touch in retaliation.

“Well, excuse me, for not wanting someone else who I don’t know to be touching my ice dancing partner while we practice the moves.” Logan retorted with an eye roll, taking his hands out of his pocket to instead cross his arms in front of his chest. “Besides, I know you didn’t want him to touch you as much as I didn’t.” He added with a slight head tilt and a small smirk.

“Yeah, yeah...” you scoffed with a smile.

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“Miguel…”

“Miguel..”

“Miguel.”

“Mig-“

“Shut the fuck up Peter, I’m trying to focus.”

“I know you don’t like ‘talking about your feelings’ or whatever but you can’t just ignore her-“

“Watch me.”

Peter let out an exasperated sigh, running his hands through his light brown hair, before putting both hands onto the small dining room table that was in their tiny kitchen area, leaning his weight against it as he watched Miguel, who’s eyes never lifted from We’re he sat at the table, shifting from the notebook, to his laptop then to his textbook and back again, but never actually letting his eyes wander up to meet his friend’s.

“I can ignore her till I die.” Now that was a lie. Miguel knew it the second he uttered the words, although not a complete lie, it was still a lie. Sure, he could tease you, call you names, send you those classic smirks of his, and kiss you with more hunger than a starving man could devour food with when no one was around to look, all he wanted. But having to look you in the eyes, talking about how you made his heart race far more faster than any sort of championship game did,having to keep his jealousy at bay when he saw the was Ben put his hand on your waist in an attempt to help support you, when you and Logan were practicing outside of the rink today, knowing if he didn’t you’d be a witness to the sight of Ben Reilly getting decked in the face. The thought of having to him allowing himself to lay bare to you, he couldn’t even imagine it, he was never was one to talk to others in a way to allow himself to be seen as vulnerable, as a human with complex thoughts and emotions, so the prospect of you the only woman to make his heart stir with such emotion that it felt like he was suffering a heart attack, knowing what he hiding in the depths of his mind was utterly terrifying to him.

“Besides-“ Miguel continued, finally looking up at Peter, “I'm more focused on my next midterm to be worrying about some silly, little crush. I'm not a schoolgirl.” He finished before looking back down at his laptop, his full dark brows scrunched together as he attempted to concentrate on the more important task at hand. If he was still looking up, he’d see how Peter’s eyes widened once he had finished speaking.

“Wait… say that again.” Peter muttered quietly, Miguel looked up at his dorm mate again with a raised brow, before letting out a huff of air as he closed his laptop, knowing he isn’t going to get any work done with Peter continuing to push the conversation.

“ I said I’m too busy trying to get ready for-“

“No,” Peter almost hissed with how quickly he interrupted Miguel, “not that. You said crush, you, Miguel O’Hara just said you have a crush.” Once the words left Peter’s mouth, both males covered their mouths with their hands as their eyes widened, one in horror, the other in excitement.

“No I didn’t-“

“Oh yeah, you did!” Peter’s hands slips from his mouth, revealing that childlike grin he always seems to wear, but it was 10 times more annoying than it usually was, Miguel in response just dug his face further into his hand, muttering a curse in Spanish that his friend couldn’t quite understand.

“You’re gonna be the death of me Peter…” he mumbled into his palm, but his thoughts continued the sentence, “If (Y/N) doesn’t kill you first.”

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naeverse · 6 months

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A Fate Worse Than Death - Part 1

🕷️staring: Miguel O’Hara x fem!Reader

🟥 preview:

His eyes snapped open as he heard someone entering his office in a quiet, almost silent manner. Their footfalls, delicate, nearly imperceptible on the black flooring of his office. Due to his enhanced senses, he was able to hear the person way before he even saw them.

He turned around, his pupils glowing blazing crimson, his fangs barred, and his claws extended from his fingertips.

“Who the hell are you, and how the fuck did you get in here!?”

🟦 summary:

Miguel O’Hara’s past comes back to haunt him when a mysterious stranger strolls into his office, carrying with them a profound misfortune that has the potential to ruin everything...

🕷️tw/cw. Angst, unprotected sex, fingering, body worship, dirty talk, multiple reader orgasms, big dick Miguel, mutual orgasm, etc…

🟥pet names: (hers) Mi amor (My love), Bebè (Baby), Cariño (Darling)

🟦rating. 18+ explicit I SMUT I

🕷️word count: 2K

(I do not own any of the fanart! All credit goes to original artist!)

Miguel O'Hara stood before his several orange monitors, his powerful frame covered in his customary blue and red holographic, skin-tight spidersuit. He had been there for hours, his broad shoulders rigid and his arms crossed, studying the monitors in front of him.

Not much ever happened. A few anomalies might be picked up during his surveillance, but he'd typically dispatch other Spider-People like Ben Reilly or Jessica Owens to handle and contain the anomalies. Miguel rarely left his "office," a sprawling space that combined a lab, an office area, and a living room.

The lab was on one side, with counters cluttered with unfinished projects, suits, gadgets, and weapons. Various items of technological equipment were scattered throughout the area alongside the incomplete inventions. At the opposite corner, his living room/bedroom could be found.

Large curtains drawn back to darken the room, revealing a wide window overlooking Earth-928. The remaining furnishings included an end table and a large couch, the latter of which Miguel often found himself waking up on before returning to his position on his floating platform to stare at the orange screens as he had day after day.

Miguel yawned, his sharp, pearly white fangs briefly revealed as he opened and closed his crimson eyes, attempting to shake off sleep that threatened to overtake him. But then, a scent wafted into his nostrils.

A scent that was entirely new to him within the confines of HQ.

His body immediately tensed. He closed his eyes and concentrated, sniffing the air with intent when he detected the strange aroma once more. This time, his eyes snapped open.

Miguel began to carefully search through his surveillance footage, trying to pinpoint the source of this unusual scent when, one by one, his screens started to turn off. In place of the once-bright, orange-tinted footage, he was met with black screens.

Frustration, confusion, and anger welled up within him, his eyebrows knitting together.

‘What the hell is going on?!’

He snarled, scanning the monitors with his red eyes to uncover any clues about the sudden disruption. Yet, he found nothing out of the ordinary. He clicked his tongue in irritation.

‘There's no way the damn power went out. That's never happened before.’

"Lyla!?" he shouted, trying to get the attention of his trusted A.I. assistant, but there was no response. Worry gnawed at Miguel as the situation grew increasingly bizarre and concerning.

“Lyla! I’m not in the mood for games. Get out here! Now!” He bellowed, tapping his foot impatiently when Lyla didn’t show up once again. He growled, slamming his hands down onto his desk which was surrounded by blank screens on his hovering platform, his dark hair falling over his face.

‘What the fuck is going on-”

That scent!

It once more filled his nose.

The aroma, more potent than it was before…

He turned around, his pupils glowing blazing crimson, his fangs barred, and his claws extended from his fingertips.

“Who the hell are you, and how the fuck did you get in here!?”

His crimson eyes were trained on the mysterious figure who slowly emerged from the shadows of his office entrance and into the light.

Miguel had no idea who this person was. The female appeared to be a spider-woman herself, though he had never seen them before in the Spider Society.

The strange woman's multiverse watch on her right wrist was another peculiar feature. He questioned how she managed to obtain a device that he only gave to Spider Society members.

The next thing he noticed about the enigmatic woman that troubled him was her suit.

It looked identical to his own…

“Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here!?” Miguel shouted once more, taking a fighting stance; he was prepared to attack, if necessary.

You stepped deeper into Miguel's "office," your body covered in a matching red and blue holographic, skin-tight spider suit, yours much smaller, more feminine-fitting, and perfectly shaped to fit your curves. Your face was covered by a matching, red and blue helmet, hiding your identity from the agitated male.

“So…this is the great Spider Society leader.” You chuckled as you silently entered his office, your gloved finger trailing over the various projects he had been working on.

Miguel stared at you intently, fury growing in his chest at the fact that he still had no idea who the hell was wandering about his office, let alone how the woman had managed to get past the numerous security measures at the headquarters of the Spider Society.

Then it clicked…

The woman was behind the blackout…

He growled, his claws sharpening, his eyes reddening at the revelation.

“Yes, so I suggest you start answering my questions before things get ugly real fast.” Miguel threatened, stepping down from his platform with ease, his eyes glued on the unknown female whilst he stalked up to her.

You snickered, looking over at him through your helmet. "Are you certain that you are Spider-Man? A hero does not immediately resort to violence.” You mocked with a smirk, bringing a scowl to Miguel’s lips.

“You’ll quickly learn I’m not like the others.” Miguel replied, the timbre of his voice gravelly. He walked up to you, his claws itching to tear into your flesh. He knew that’ll be one way to get you to talk.

“Who the hell are you? I won’t ask again.” He demanded once more which caused your eyebrows to furrow under your helmet.

‘He really doesn’t know…’

Your heart tugged at his obliviousness to who was standing right before him. You cocked your head, pouting.

“You really don’t remember me, Miggy?”

The nickname caused Miguel’s movements to instantly halt. His heart skipped a beat.

There was only one person he knew that called him that…

Only one person was allowed to call him something so adorable and fluffy that made him feel so vulnerable and weak in the knees...

‘This can’t be her…

Can it?’

He shook his head, dismissing the idea.

“She’s in another dimension, there’s no way this is her.’

His hands clenched into fist, his claws stabbing into his palms so harshly, it could break skin. He was shaking in complete rage.

He hissed, pushing you roughly against the wall of his office, trapping you in between his arms. “I don’t know what type of game you are playing, but call me that again and I’ll happily tear you to pieces.” His crimson eyes staring daggers at you through your red and blue helmet.

Your lips quivered as you gazed up at Miguel. He was unrecognizable to you.

‘What's wrong with him!? What's happened to my Miggy?’

You stared up at Miguel through your helmet with shaky eyes. “M-Miggy-”

“I said stop calling me that!” He roared, loudly punching the wall behind you. The concrete cracking under his knuckles. You jumped at his sudden outburst and looked up at him in terror.

“What is the matter? W-What has happened to you?” Your helmet hid your heartbroken, terrified eyes that looked up at Miguel, your voice trembling whilst you spoke. A scowl formed on Miguel's lips at your words.

‘What the fuck is this woman talking about?!’

Miguel was very confused. He had always been this way. He had a reputation for being an irritable, rigorous, and intimidating leader. He has never revealed a different side to himself to anyone...

Except her…

He quickly dismissed the thought once more.

‘This woman isn’t her…no matter how much I’ll want it to be. It's dangerous for her to be around me.

I've kept my distance for a reason.'

He assured, the thought making his face become even more grim. He leaned in closer to you, his fury clearly visible. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but keep dodging my questions…” He harshly grabbed your throat with his large hand and gave it an uncomfortable squeeze.

“I’ll be forced to turn to other ways to get you to talk.”

His words made your heart drop, his hand wrapped around your throat, terrified you.

Miguel’s eyes glanced down at your body. You had a stunning and hot physique, one that would make him go a little crazy on any other day, and that made him feel strange. He had never felt this way about another woman.

He only had his eyes set on one…

One that wasn’t here with him…

He kept looking over your body, taking it all in. He was even more confused and irritated by your suit that resembled his.

His spidersuit was handcrafted by himself and Lyla, it was unique and one of a kind. Miguel’s signature red and blue, holographic suit was technologically customized to be able to withstand any and all types of attacks and blows. Unlike other suits, his signature one accommodated to his vampiric features of his spider powers.

So, seeing it worn by this mysterious woman only added to his confusion about who you were.

“Who are you and why the hell do you have this suit!?” He snarled, his talons pressing into your throat, causing the tech distortion of your suit to sputter around his fingers.

You whimpered at the sight of his crimson, hateful eyes and his aggressiveness towards you. “Y-You really don’t remember me?”

“No, I don’t. Who the hell are you?” His tone was harsh and direct. It was for good reason. He couldn’t allow some stranger to be roaming around the spider society’s HQ, especially one as mysterious as you.

Your lips trembled. You’ve hoped by your appearance, by your suit, your voice even that he would have remembered.

Your hand shakingly went up to cup his face in your gloved palm. “H-has it really been that long, Miggy?” You whispered, slowly caressing his cheek with your thumb.

Miguel’s entire body became rigid, your touch instantly making him melt. A sudden purr escaped his lips causing his eyes to flutter.

That touch was so familiar,

Nostalgic.

His sense of touch didn't let him down, even when his eyes and nose did. He could clearly recall this feeling, and he was perplexed as to how he could have forgotten it.

His hand that had been around your throat dropped to his side. He hesitantly slipped your hand into his big gloved one, withdrawing it from his cheek. Your hand, so small compared to his massive one. He tried his best to keep a stern look, he couldn't let his guard down until he was certain it was you.

"Take off your helmet…"

He said slowly, trying to keep the firmness in his voice.

You looked back at his ice-cold and steely visage after glancing down at his hold on your wrist. Miguel has changed from what you last remembered. He has never spoken to you in this tone before, and it startled you a little.

"W-what happened to you Miggy? Y-You-"

"Take off your helmet or I'll do it for you."

His pupils reddened even more, his scowl deepening. His grip on your wrist tightened, his sharp nails starting to puncture the fabric of your holographic suit, creating tiny bursts of white distortion beneath his relentless grasp. You whimpered at the tightness.

“O-Okay…” You stammered, causing Miguel’s heart to skip a beat.

Obeying his command, your trembling free hand slowly rose to your neck, where an array of buttons awaited, one of them capable of removing your helmet.

Miguel's heart pounded within his chest, a blend of anticipation and apprehension coursing through him. He yearned to unveil the identity of this enigmatic woman, yet he couldn't shake the uncertainty of whether it was genuinely you or not.

Your finger located the desired button, and with a soft click, your helmet started to disintegrate. Your hair sprung free from its tight confines, and your glossy eyes were unveiled to Miguel as you peered up at him.

His eyes widened, and he promptly released your wrist, backing away from you.

'This can't be!

S-she's not supposed to be here!'

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! Stay tuned for Part 2!! 😊❤️

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fun-k-board · 7 months

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Could you possibly write some dating headcanons for Ben Reilly?? He is such a himbo, I love him sm :D

Dating headcanons for ATSV Ben Reilly

Note(s) : The reader is a Spider from another universe!

I'm just gonna guess that you mean ATSV Ben! My bad if that's not the case, this might be OOC because I haven't seen the movie since it came out.

He feels like you're so strange and different to him, you don't speak out loud what your emotions are and that's so different from his universe, it's almost like a puzzle that Ben is desperate to solve, even if he can just ask you, audibly guessing is just that much more fun.

Ben isn't too smart with body language, in his universe, everybody says what they're feeling or doing, so if you're somebody who has very neutral expressions, he tends to get confused a lot and misinterpret your actions. He doesn't do this on purpose, and you can always correct him which he fully accepts.

Ben loves to give you things, usually it's a modified version of your web shooter, or maybe extra web fluid, if you're a spider that needs it, a gift that would benefit you and the missions you go on, but he also gives you matching clothing items.

While he'd never trade his blue hoodie for something else, don't even try it's not going to happen, he's willing to wear bracelets, rings, a new belt, etc, etc. Sometimes he makes them, which is usually from one of those crappy DIY bracelet kits, but usually they're one of those couple bracelets with magnets you can click together.

But he might wear a different hoodie for casual clothing, maybe on a date to another universe of one of your own, he's not a suit and tie, fancy dinner type of guy.

He's a clone of Peter, he's going to be broke.

Fully willing to give and receive PDA, the only times he won't is if you don't want to, he always says things audibly so you can know when he'll give you a hug or a kiss, and if you don't want one, then you can just say no or move away.

Ben despises beach dates, the sand gets everywhere, it triggers his spider sense whenever a beach ball gets near him, if you're in your universe or one that isn't like his, people stare when he narrates.

His ideal date is a pizza date, what does that entail? Either, you go to one of those places where you can customise your own pizza, or, you bake your own at home! He thinks it's fun to experiment with flavour and different kinds of pizza.

He just likes pizza, okay?

Specifically Hawaiian pizza.

Ben's a workout boyfriend, he's always lifting, fighting villains, or holding up a helicopter, he's buff, and he also likes to carry you. It doesn't matter how heavy you are, or if you're not heavy at all, he's strong enough to carry you wherever or whenever.

He gets sad whenever you have a mission and he's not paired with you, and vice versa for when he's on a mission and not with you. Sometimes he calls you mid fight, which means either one of you is running from a villain and being all 'awh, I love you!(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡' but then a metal tentacle crushes your watch because you were distracted.

Let's hope Miguel finds your or Ben before your atoms dissolve.

Ben isn't too panicked when you're hurt, it all depends on how you're reacting, even if you've broken all of your bones, if you're chill, so is he. Obviously, he's always concerned, and you'll hear 'my beloved is injured, they're hurt and I can't do anything! But I must stay strong, so they can.' But besides that, he's cool.

Speaking of, he has a lot of harrowing memories, and while he doesn't rely on you, he will occasionally seek comfort. Ben will usually just sob into your shoulder for a few hours, and after that, will probably cuddle you and trap you into a snuggle buddy situation, not like you're complaining.

Whenever you're sad, he won't expect you to come to him, but he'll accept you with open arms if you do. Whether you just want to cuddle, or have him in the same room, or if you just want comfort food, or a drink, or whatever. He's fine with whatever you want, and he'll provide whatever you want.

Within reason, obviously.

Ben isn't dumb, yes, he's a bit clueless and tends to get distracted, but he's incredibly smart when it comes to fighting, and he was previously a teacher, (I think, correct me if I'm wrong) so he's completely capable of being a smart ass if you get something wrong. Not in a mean way, just a corrective 'uhm, well actually 🤓' type of way?

He likes to have double dates! Whether Peter is with MJ, or Gwen, or whoever Peter Parker managed to rizz up, given that Peter is sort of like his brother, he likes to spend time with him, and he also likes spending time with you.

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

ok but imagine ben reilly with a barbie s/o, like........

in a different, not-so barbie world (ben reilly x barbie!fem!reader)

"you're... a barbie?" ben asked you as you smiled as if on cue and nodded. "yep! i hail all the way from barbieland, here to fix a little... reality problem." you explained with a cheery voice as ben looked you up and down and narrowed his eyes at you, trying to make sense of the situation. "you're so... pink." he remarked as he looked you up and down and noticed the abundance of pink in your attire, not to mention, how sparkly you were, too.

you giggled at his statement. "an astute observation, mister... scarlet!" you exclaimed as ben's gaze on you intensified. he furrowed his eyebrows at your little nickname for him. "scarlet? my name's ben, not scarlet." he corrected you as you clasped your hands together. "so that's your name! ben... how wonderful. at least you're not ken," you said with a slight shake in your tone and a shiver up your spine, "he's a little... strange sometimes." you continued as ben's cheeks seemed to flush a little when you called his name 'wonderful'. "um... i guess so." he said as he turned his head away from you as you continued grinning up at him with the most charismatic smile he had ever witness come from anybody he had ever met in his whole life.

"oh, yeah, i also called you 'scarlet' because of your outfit! the red and blues really work for me!" you exclaimed. ben chuckled a little as he ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair and smirked up at you. "that's because i'm the... scarlet spi--nevermind..." he said as he placed his palm on his face and made a dramatic expression as he looked off to the side. "you don't need to know, miss barbie... it might just shock you if i told you my secret..." he said as he leaned against a column nearby and pouted. "oh, okay!" you said, respecting his privacy. ben perked up at you not prying or asking about this 'secret' he had. "wait, really?" you nodded. "i have several secrets of my own i prefer not to share, and if i told you i didn't want you to know them, i would love if you wouldn't pry! hence, i won't pry for you." you said with an honest tone.

ben looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes, he had never met anyone as genuinely kind and fair as you–it was like... you were winning his heart with every word you spoke, every grin you smiled, and every laugh you released. you were truly perfect, more perfect than a doll–you were perfect overall, you were... amazing.

"um... th-thank you, miss barbie." he uttered as he turned away from you, trying to hide the furious red and pink on his face. you smiled at him and giggled. "of course, benny!" you nicknamed him, which sent ben over the edge, and he collapsed back on the column. you asked him if he was okay, and he weakly gave you a thumbs up. "just... stretching my calves..." he said as he began stretching his calves, hiding his reddening face from you.

"sounds like fun! mind if i join?" you asked him as you took your spot next to him, a little too close for him to handle. he was speechless as he started to feel more bashful and flustered around you. he couldn't believe it–he was falling for you, not just a stranger he just met, but a beautiful barbie of all people and dolls! he just hoped... he could be benough for you to love back one day if this feeling that tormented yet relieved him so was really love.

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lazyjellyfish300 · 27 days

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in my head, the aftermath of your traitor fic is that we find someone better and miguel tries to come crawling back but we’ve already moved on😭😭😭

I CAN NEVER LET A MAN HAVE THE UPPER HAND i always have to come out on top💀

Agreed! This is a situation where I'd definitely not get back with him lol 💀💀💀 Cheating on, and then with you?! No coming back from that. 😬 Here, I made a mini epilogue, themed after White Horse by Taylor Swift. (Sticking with the theme of break up songs like the first part) Don't worry, we get our happy ending but not with Miggy this time :'(.🫶🏽 Word count 916. CW: angst, mention of cheating ,pregnancy, slight suggestive if you squint

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Traitor mini epilogue

Miguel O'Hara x Fem Spider-Woman Reader

First part

🎶Say you're sorry, that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to🎶

The fiery crimson burns you once again, the familiar look in Miguel's eye propelling you backwards to three years ago when you were driving distraught past his street after he left you for good, only after fucking you while Xina, his supposed soulmate, was out of town.

"I'm so sorry..." He rasps, those full lips of his in a pout that tug at the strings of your heart that once used to beat nonstop only for him. "Come back to me."

You turn around and close your eyes. That's when it all clicks for you. This moment that you prayed would arrive one day finally did. The moment that his begging for you to come back no longer stirred the deepest parts of you, no longer sent an undying ache in your bones. The way he said your name no longer carried any sting. You were free at last.

You shake your head, softly telling him goodbye for the final time, leaving him with his thoughts and his tears, the grip he had on you turning to shadow and mist with every step you took away from him.

The image of you walking away would go on to haunt his dreams every time he dared to slumber. He finally understood the weight of the pain he left you with all those years ago. Now he could watch you as you left, leaving only himself to blame.

🎶And there you are on your knees

Begging for forgiveness, begging for me

Just like I always wanted but I'm so sorry

'Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale I'm gonna find someone someday

Who might actually treat me well

This is a big world, that was a small town

There in my rear-view mirror disappearing now

And it's too late for you and your white horse

To catch me now...🎶

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Captivating seas of baby blue greet you as Ben Reilly flashes you a stunning smile when you walk in. "Hi there, baby..."

You giggle as he hoists you on the countertop, pressing a kiss to your soft belly, laying his cheek against it, humming to the sound of his tiny baby boy stirring inside it. You had hardly begun to show, keeping your tiny bump hidden under a comfy layer of sweatshirts.

Your fingers tangle in his golden locks as he presses soft kiss after soft kiss into your belly, taking this time to worship you. His gorgeous gorgeous goddess carrying his baby.

"You look so good today, love..." he purrs, massaging your tender thighs.

You wave him off with a shake of your head. "I'm exhausted."

He hums, letting his hands run up and down your shoulders. "Let's get you in bed, yeah?"

You nod, wincing a little as he helps you down from the counter. "You okay? Did I hurt you?" He asks, his tone laced with worry as he cradles you like fine china, hugging you against his lean, muscular body as he brings you to your shared bed.

"M'okay Benny..."

"I know my girl... something's on your mind." He crawls in next to you, gesturing for you to come closer as he gets you properly situated on your pregnancy pillow. "Wanna talk about it? Or just rest?"

You let out a tiny groan. "Just saw my ex today, he was begging for me back. I of course told him no. I'm very happy with you, and pregnant." You manage a weak smile as you stare back up into his handsome face. That smile of his was pain relief all on its own.

"As he should..." Ben smirks, pulling you closer, taking care not to compromise your comfortable position too much that he carefully put you in with your body being cradled by the pillow. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that though, sweetheart."

He kisses your hand. "This will never happen, but obviously if I'm ever stupid enough to let you go, I hope you smack me so hard I don't see straight for a week."

You smile, shaking your head as the tip of your nose pressed against his, "I couldn't do that to you...I won't need to anyway..." Your lips meet his in a tender kiss. "You're so good to me, Ben..."

"You're so good to me, angel. I should be the one thanking you..." He whispers, his hands coming down to softly touch your body in every spot that sends a flock of butterflies swarming your stomach. "For loving me, for carrying my baby...for just being you, beautiful."

Your lips meet again, a little extra heated than before, a heavy pant leaves your lips. "Stay with me this afternoon? Don't want you to leave just yet...I need you a little longer..."

Ben smirks, his hands moving gently down your body as he sits up a little more, caging you protectively underneath him, taking care not to squish your delicate growing belly. "As you wish, my lady...I'll stay with you all night. How's that?"

You smile, nuzzling closer into him, the smell of his cologne was faint on his neck, one of the few things that didn't trigger your morning sickness bringing you instead to a state of complete comfort and safety. "Mmm... perfect. I love you..."

"I love you, babydoll...rest for me now, yeah?"

You hum, falling asleep in his arms as he caresses your tiny bump.

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buzzkillers · 10 months

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A little of you, A little of Me

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Warning: non-con, power unbalance, implied smut, emotional manipulation, fuck or die (?)

He said it was a canon event. He was obviously lying.

Not like that mattered, in the grand scheme of things anyway. Everyone lied to you here, no one thought you were worthy of the truth. This wasn't your world after all and this wasn't your New York. So the rules were just a bit different, a little off.

You couldn't get a pass by just being you.

Nah, you were a played out parlor trick. Something that's been copied and pasted into far too many universes and dimensions. You weren't special. Your name might've not been Peter Parker but that wasn't enough.

You needed to be more. You needed to have something. Anything that would impress Miguel enough to see you as a threat; as someone not worth lying to.

Outside of that, what was there to say? You were just a variant.

Another younger spider person that life hadn’t trampled on yet in your attempt at a normal life. You weren't Ben Reilly or Jessica or that miniature spider from Earth 6-877. And if you wanted to be nice (which was rare) you'd say that your purpose was to look like you had purpose. Like you had any business being here at all.

Just someone to look at Miguel so he could rant and whine about anomalies and dimensional pockets as if any of that sounded sane.

Yet, against your will, you fell in line all the same. Under his gaze, your back straightened and your heart beated erratically while you at least pretended to listen. You had no other choice really. Blame it on being young, or a spider or simply being too naive to see the bad in good.

But when someone with enough confidence, bravado and well everything that made Miguel who he was, said something. It was almost to easy to listen to him, it was practically expected. What else were you going to do? Be stubborn, selfish? Ignorant?

Maybe that’s why Miguel O’hara terrified you.

You knew he was lying but you couldn’t help but listen anyway. In the grand scheme of things he was good at that. With precision and brute strength, he strung together a web of lies and sticky fibs that made you unable to leave. ‘Your canon event’ he had whispered to you in the darkness of his lair. (Cause what else would you call an office with only a computer as its light source)

He had said it so smoothly, so easily; With open arms and eyes wide enough to hide the glimmer of red sheeted underneath it. There was no light show this time, no complicated holograms of the dead parents and the venom symbiotes or the constant blood and death and lost children, no it was just him.

And somehow that was way worse, way more horrific and ankle biting for someone like you.

After all, Miguel was the world, the universe and you were just this thing. This small, crushable thing that backed away and flinched when he took a step too close.

Who couldn’t hide the panicked breaths and syrupy heat that pooled in your stomach. You were nothing beneath the man that created it all. It was a fact that made your ears stay perked up beneath the mask. You were you and he was everything. You should've just listened to him. Yet,

“I don't understand,” it was a statement that broke through all of the other bullshit that bubbled in the base of your throat. All the fear and confusion until you looked at him head on. At Miguel whose frame suddenly swallowed the very shadow of you; With his tall stature and big eyes that glowed in the dark, a new light source that only made you tense up.

A moth that was afraid of the light. That's what you were and you couldn’t help but place another foot back; stumbling like a gangly spider with no stickiness to its legs.

Miguel of course, stood tall and firm.

“I know it's a lot to take in, I didn’t want to be the one to tell you,” you frowned at that, another lie. So much so that your senses couldn’t help but ring a bit higher.

“Then why did you,” you blurted out, cause what else was there to say? Nothing it seemed because Miguel only looked down at you, forever down at you as if you were a kid.

As if you didn’t have a college essay due in a week and a date with your own Peter in another. Jesus, you paid taxes for crying out loud.

You weren’t a child, you weren’t Gwen or Pavitar or god forbid Peter B. You were fucking Spider-Woman, you could ask questions, you could ask why. But the longer the question lingered in the air, the more childish you felt and the more ridiculous you realized it was to question Miguel.

Suddenly you felt silly, even if Jessica was suspiciously not here and Peter was gone and everyone that littered the corners of this office of his was now non-existent.

To be honest, if it weren’t for the scuffs you heard beneath the floorboards, you might’ve been tricked into thinking that you were the only ones in this building, in this entire shitty city even.

The corners of your lips now trembled and your hands pulled at the spandex of your suit. You looked down. “I have a date next week,”

"it's gonna be our first one," it was a shitty protest but,

“And do you think that's worth the end of the multiverse?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He simply crowded you in and backed you up roughly until your feet twisted again with the other.

“Do you think your Peter would want everyone to die just so what? He can get his dick wet?” Your face twisted at that.

“Go fuck yourself," Cause nah you weren’t a push over.

Yet, you could only bring your mask halfway up to say it; enough for him to read your lips and see the way they sneered at him. He didn’t need to know that your eyes were firm on the ceiling the whole time.

“You know nothing about me, about him,”

He got closer, suddenly you were chest to chest. “I know that the Miguel in your universe is dead,”

“I know that in every version of you and every version of me there's an us, no matter how it happens, or how quick it is,” Bullshit, it was all fucking bullshit. But he said it with such confidence and reluctance, like the words were hard to think about, much less say.

“Listen, I’ll make it quick” he continued, a rough hand now on your shoulder. All that muscle that you built over the years now nothing beneath his grip.

Optimistically, some part of you thought he meant for it to be reassuring but your senses have started to scream and there was a tremble in your thighs that wasn't there before. This time, it was Miguel that pushed you back, your knees buckling into something hard.

“No, there has to be another way,”

“There's not—unfortunately” he added on, like it was an afterthought.

"Bullshit,"

“Did you even try?”

“Try?” he cocked his head, jaw clenched tight. “Trying means there's a possibility of failing, Spider-woman,”

“Are you willing to take that risk?” Are you? Have you ever? Of course, the words stayed stuck in your throat.

Buried and dead, all while Miguel looked at you with the intensity of someone who regularly gave false choices before solemnly he rolled his shoulders. Whatever he found in the tremble of your lips and awkwardness of your gait making him attempt something close to a smile.

"Listen, I'm trying to be nice," He sighed, his fangs gleaming beneath his lips. "Or do you think I want this? Want you?" And ok, ouch.

"Man, I just think this situation is fucked,"

"I mean, why does it have to be you," it could be any other varient. Any other Miguel. But the comment only earned you another childish look down.

Another sneer that said you knew nothing, he knew everything and you might as well just fall in line. The grip on your shoulders grew tighter. Beneath him you suffocated.

Above you, his eyes bled red and his fangs never looked so sharp. "The multiverse could collapse at any moment and you want conveniency?"

"I was just thinking-"

"And that's the problem,"

"You thought, and now we're debating the fate of trillions,"

"Are you really that selfish?" he spat and your eyes widened.

Selfish. You seized up at that word like it was poison and in a way it was. Selfish and Spider-Woman were antonyms. They fought constantly and neither ever won. Selfishness was a curse, a bane that wove itself into your skin until you dragged it out yourself. Pulling and pulling and pulling until you felt it kiss your underskin.

Selfish. Bile bubbled in your throat and your fingers tingled. He was lying. You knew this, you felt the truth sting at your skin, felt the pricks at the base of your neck and yet,

"Ok," you whispered. One word but Miguel didn't need you to repeat yourself.

“Ok," he drew out testedly, as if he was tasting his own victory.

"Then come on,” he gestured to something behind you; his expression still sorrow as if this was hard for him. “Bend over,”

“On your tippy toes and widen your legs,” God, he did not just say ‘tippy toes’.

‘Is that a part of the canon event too?’ you wanted to ask.

But to speak it meant to acknowledge what this really was. It meant that you couldn’t pretend that you ever had a choice.

Yet, your tongue still burned with questions, with the why,why,why. A list of snarky, back handed comments laid at the tip of your tongue. You had so many questions to ask.

And childishly you couldn't help but think that maybe you could change his mind, maybe you could convince him that this wasn't worth it. If only you used the right set of words, the correct cadence, an inspiring lilt to your tongue.

But Miguel O’hara was terrifying and big and all the doors were closed and there was only one source of light and-

You turned around and bent over, on your tippy toes.

Suddenly, a strong ache stretched from your legs and into your belly. Before eventually it twisted into your senses and made your head hurt and core heat up. Did your body know? Did it understand what was happening?

From behind you, Miguel's feet stayed stagnant, frozen in place.

It was an reaction that gave you half a mind to stand back up cause what if this was a joke? A sick fucking joke and everyone was about to come out of the corners and laugh and tease you for again being the dumbest of the spidermen before what sounded like the largest exhale known to man bounced off the walls and Miguel was directly behind you. A large hand pressed onto your back, as if he thought you were gonna escape, as if you could.

“One day you’ll thank me for this,” he whispered, while you ignored the way his breath went ragged, and the way his talons slowly spliced at the spandex of your suit.

Quickly, your cunt hit cold air and you shuddered violently. Miguel took another deep breath, his taloned fingers brushed against your cheek before gently, patiently he pulled the mask off your face. Your braids now splayed across the table.

"Now look forward, we're saving the world," then his suit completely dematerialized, and you widened your legs.

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Pressure (Chapter 3)

Miguel O'Hara x Reader (fem)

Word Count: 2.8k

Description: Miguel and Y/N are in an established relationship. As the events of "Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse" gradually unfold, conflict arises between the couple. Miguel is a complicated man with the fate of the multiverse riding on his shoulders. Y/N is a Spider-Society technician with a big heart and strong morals.

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“Yo, this place is wild!” Miles said as he took in the incredible sight before him. Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she watched him look around in awe, approaching the dock he and his friends arrived in with brisk steps. Jess waved at Y/N and led the others towards her.

“Hey, guys, what have you all been up to?” Y/N asked once she was close enough to the group.

“Nothin’ much,” Hobie answered.

“Oh, you know…” Gwen laughed awkwardly, avoiding a conversation about what happened in Pavitr’s universe a few minutes ago.

Jess glanced at Y/N with a knowing look. “It’s a long story, you’ll hear all about it soon enough.”

“Oh, alright,” Y/N chuckled and faced the new kid. “Hi, new guy! What’s your name?”

“Uh, Miles,” he responded.

“Alright, Miles, I’m Y/N,” the group stopped walking forward when they reached the end of the dock. Y/N gestured to the expanse of the building that was crawling with other Spider-People. “Welcome to Spider-Society!”

Miles’ jaw dropped. Thousands of Spiders occupied the floors, walls, and ceiling; it was truly a sight to behold.

“Come on, guys. Miguel wants to see you,” Jess began walking in step with Y/N, who nodded in agreement with her friend.

“It’s actually my job to take you to him. Follow me, everyone.” It wasn’t very often that Y/N had the opportunity to walk through the magnificent building, for she and Margo were always cooped up in the control room. Almost every face was familiar to her, and she received a plethora of greetings from everyone she passed.

As the small group walked together, Miles began to glitch out. Jess stopped in her tracks and rolled her eyes, fishing for a wristband in her pocket. “Here,” she said, tossing the band in Miles’ direction. He caught it with ease.

“Woah, my own watch!” He gasped.

“It’s a day pass,” Y/N clarified.

“It’ll keep you from-” Jess was cut off by the sound of Miles glitching again. He slid his band onto his wrist and the glitching stopped. “-doing that.”

They ran into Peter Parkedcar shortly after that, and Jess instructed him to deal with a “spot mess”.

“I wouldn't call it a mess, more like a success in progress,” Miles suggested.

Y/N looked at Jess for some elaboration. “What are you guys talking about?”

“You mean Miguel hasn’t told you?” Jess seemed genuinely surprised.

“Nope, nothing.”

Jess almost told Y/N everything, but she got distracted upon seeing Ben Reilly in the hallway. “One sec, Y/N. Ben, I need-”

“Sorry, I can’t talk right now,” Ben began dramatically. “I’m thinking about my past.”

“Actually, we need you here for some reason.”

Ben groaned and threw himself onto the nearest structure. Jess and Y/N remained unphased by the action, but the kids behind them were a little thrown off. The group continued their walk across HQ, and Lyla joined them when they made it to the room containing all of the captured anomalies. Y/N tried coaxing any information out of Jess that she could, but something always prevented her from telling the full story.

Y/N said “hi” to Margo and let her take on the role of explaining the Go Home Machine to Miles. “Jess, please, I’m dying here,” she pleaded with her friend.

Jess looked at Lyla, and they shared a look that Y/N couldn’t read properly. “Look, Y/N, you know I love you.”

“Yeahhh?”

“Which is why it’s been so hard to keep this from you. But Miguel specifically said not to tell you about this.”

Y/N’s expression dropped. “Oh, so Miguel put you up to this. He doesn’t want me to know what’s going on?”

“Y/N, come on-”

“Hey, don’t worry. I know it’s not your fault… It’s just frustrating.”

“I can only imagine.” Jess’ sympathy was written all over her face.

The conversation concluded when Miles, Hobie, and Gwen started walking back towards the grown ups. Lyla disappeared for a second and then came back with a smirk on her face. “Miguel sounds hungry,” she declared.

“He likes those empanadas from the cafeteria,” Jess added.

Normally, Y/N would have specified the details of Miguel’s food order, but the thought of him stung too much to dwell on. She clenched her jaw and stared at the floor as the group made a detour to order an empanada, a sort of peace offering for Miles to give Miguel.

Meanwhile, Miguel watched all of them from one of his monitors, paying close attention to Y/N’s behavior. He frowned before collecting a vile of the solution that gave him his powers, inserting it into a unique syringe and injecting himself with the green liquid. Videos of the life he shared with his daughter flashed on the other screens surrounding him, reminding him of the past and worsening his mood. The life he desperately wanted for himself taunted him with its unattainability; although, he would have never met Y/N if that universe never collapsed.

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The door to his room opened abruptly. Miguel started moving his platform downwards towards the floor. He knew that Hobie, Miles and Gwen stood waiting for him in the doorway. He didn’t expect Y/N to be standing next to them, though, protecting the kids from the full extent of his temper. Jess had sent her in with them to act as a cushion.

“Te traje una empanada,” Miles held up the food he had picked up for Miguel from the cafeteria.

Miguel shot his webs at the container, slinging the box directly into his hand. “Que maravilla,” he responded. His voice was emotionless. He looked over at Y/N for a split second, taking note of the sadness in her expression.

“Listen,” Miles continued. “I’m really excited to get going-”

“Oh, great.”

“I have some fresh new ideas on how to catch the Spot.” Y/N’s interest was piqued when the “spot” was brought up.

Miguel didn’t allow his demeanor to falter, but he internally panicked when Miles mentioned the secret that he had kept hidden from Y/N. He knew Y/N would inevitably find out about everything, and she was going to kill him for hiding it from her. Miguel took out his anger regarding the predicament on Miles, throwing a table at his head. Even though his spider senses allowed for him to dodge the projectile, it was still a low blow in Y/N’s opinion. “He’s worried about Spot,” Miguel mumbled. Then his voice grew increasingly louder. “I’ll worry about Spot!”

“What did I do?”

“Miguel!” Y/N yelled at him disapprovingly.

Gwen stood in front of Miles. “It’s not his fault.”

“You blew another hole in the multiverse!” Miguel snarled.

“He doesn’t know any better!”

Y/N jumped in to support Gwen. “Calm down, Miguel! He’s just a kid!”

“Stay out of this,” Miguel snapped. Y/N felt shivers run down her spine. He had never spoken to her like that before. Something about the red glow in his eyes and the venom in his voice scared her.

Miguel turned back to Gwen. “You knew better, Gwen. And you-” He turned to address Hobie, who couldn’t have cared less about what Miguel was saying. “I was gonna try to ignore you, but I just can’t.”

Miles looked from Gwen, to Y/N, to Hobie, to Miguel. “What’s happening?” He asked.

“Hey, Miguel, go easy on the kid. He had a terrible teacher,” Peter B’s voice entered the conversation like a saving grace. Y/N whipped around in excitement; Peter was one of her closest friends, and she absolutely adored his daughter.

“Peter?”

“Peter-”

“Peter!”

“Oh boy, humbling reality Spider-Man has arrived.”

Miles ran up to his mentor and gave him a hug.

“Don’t be afraid of my friend Miguel,” Peter began. “He just looks scary, he’s got no bite.”

“You sure about that?” Y/N questioned playfully.

Peter’s grin grew wider when he saw her. “Hey, there’s my favorite normie!”

Miguel turned his back to the group, jealous of Y/N’s enthusiasm for Peter. “Peter,” He spat under his breath.

“Wow, everyone’s here, this is great!”

“Hey, Peter, what’s that?” Miles pointed at the vacant baby carrier that was strapped over Peter’s shoulders. Mayday’s joyous screams answered Miles’ inquiry. She swung through the room with her webs, climbing on the walls in true Peter B. Parker fashion.

“You have a baby?” Miles watched as she happily explored the room. Peter chased after her, and Miguel rubbed his forehead in annoyance. He mumbled incoherent sounds to himself in an attempt to remain collected. His moment was interrupted by Mayday climbing onto his shoulders. Peter swung next to Miguel and showed him some of her baby pictures.

“I’m trying to hold a serious adult conversation,” Miguel dismissed Peter’s antics.

“You know, you’re the only Spider-Man that isn’t funny. We’re supposed to be funny,” Peter reminded him.

“The fate of the multiverse-”

“You always lose me with that. You say, ‘The fate of the multiverse,’ and my brain dies.”

Mayday fell into Miguel’s arms, and he handed her off to her father.

Miguel took a deep breath and returned to the original topic of conversation. “Miles, you disrupted a canon event.” Y/N noticed that the bags under his eyes were darker than usual.

“Canon event?” Miles repeated.

Peter chimed back in, “The kid wasn’t thinking. That’s not how he works.”

Miles frowned. “That’s insulting. Wait,” he faced Miguel. “What are you so upset about? I saved those people.”

Miguel jumped down from his platform. “And that’s the problem. Lyla, do the thing.”

Lyla appeared next to him. “Huh, what thing?” She teased.

“What do you mean ‘what thing’? The information explainy thing.”

“Okay,” she agreed.

Suddenly the entire room was covered in a holographic projection. Miguel looked over at Y/N once more, but she was too busy admiring Lyla’s work to notice. Miguel then went on to explain how the multiverse worked to Miles. He covered the importance of canon events, and he detailed why Miles’ shouldn’t have saved inspector Singh’s life back in Pavitr’s universe. According to Miguel, Pavitr’s dimension was currently unraveling, and it was Miles’ fault.

“That’s what happens when you break the canon,” Miguel stated.

“How do you know?” Miles’ question caused Miguel to pause. Y/N stared at him, concerned about how he would react to such a sensitive subject.

Miguel looked at Miles with a somber expression. “Because I broke it once myself.” He went on to detail the truth that he happened to learn about the hard way. Lyla replayed the footage of Miguel’s last moments with his daughter. He was frantically trying to run away from the destruction that chased him as the little girl clung to his suit. She eventually glitched into nothingness while Miguel helplessly watched. Y/N almost started crying when she saw Miguel’s reaction to the loss of his child. She looked over at her partner and noticed that he wasn’t watching the replay.

“You break enough canon and save enough captains, and we could lose everything,” Miguel told Miles.

Miles took a moment to process Miguel’s words. “My dad is about to be captain,” he said. Suddenly he began to stagger and pull on his hair. “Spot does it… he kills him. When does it happen?”

Miguel avoided Miles’ gaze.

“When does it happen?” He demanded.

“In two days. When he’s sworn in.” Miguel claims.

Lyla popped up next to Miguel for support. “That’s what the model says.”

“I’m sorry Miles.”

Miles’ breathing is staggered. “Send me home.”

Miguel sighs. “I can’t do that. Not now.”

“What am I supposed to do? Just let him die?”

Miguel gives him a look that says, “That’s exactly what you’re supposed to do.”

Miles turns around and faces Gwen. “What about your dad? He’s a captain, right?”

“Yeah,” is all Gwen responds with.

“And that’s it? You just aren’t going to do anything about it?” The whole room is silent. “Okay, what about Uncle Ben? Would that have been okay if you knew and you just let it play out?”

Peter reached out and rested a hand on Miles’ arm. “If not for Uncle Ben, most of us wouldn’t be here, Miles. And all the good we did, it wouldn’t have been done.”

“So we’re just supposed to let people die because some algorithm says that that’s supposed to happen? You realize how messed up that sounds, right?”

Y/N understood where Miles was coming from. Suddenly, every piece of information that had been deliberately hidden from her was fitting together like matching puzzle pieces. The Spot was the anomaly that Miguel was concerned about, and Miles had somehow gotten entangled in his mess. They ended up in Pavitr’s universe, where Miles disrupted the canon. Y/N was well aware of how the canon worked, and she knew it was unfair. It had been cruel to every Spider-Person.

Currently, she was on Miles’ side. No one could realistically expect him to let his father die when his death could easily be prevented. The containment teams didn’t always manage to save unraveling dimensions, but sometimes they did. If it were up to her, then every Spider in the building would work hard at finding a way to save Miles’ father and his universe. Unfortunately, Miguel was the one who called the shots, and he was inherently narrow minded.

“You have a choice between saving one person and saving an entire world- every world.” Miguel said.

Miles shook his head. “I can do both! Spider-Man always-”

“Not always.” Peter looked heartbroken as hundreds of Spiders gathered around the group. They all came to support Miguel, and to remind Miles that he wasn’t alone.

“Miles,” Miguel continued. “We all want to live the life we wished we had. Believe me, I’ve tried. And the harder I tried, the more damage I did.” His eyes finally met with Y/N’s again. They briefly shared an expression of immense grief. ”Being Spider-Man is a sacrifice. That’s the job. That’s what you signed up for.”

Miles looked around at the people that surrounded him. “What is this?” His voice trembled. “Is this an intervention or something? You can’t ask me not to save my father.”

“I’m not asking.” Miguel slid a device on the floor that imprisoned Miles in a projection of red light.

“Miguel!” Y/N had had enough of standing in the background. She ran over to Miguel and grabbed his arm. “Let him go, Miguel. He’s too young to understand!” She didn’t really believe that, but she wanted Miguel to let him off easy.

“Stop it!” Gwen yelled. Peter tried persuading Miguel to let Miles go as well.

Miguel closed his eyes. “If we let him leave, then he’ll only do more damage. You all know that.”

“This can’t be the only way,” Y/N concluded. She tugged at Miguel’s arm desperately. “Don’t do this, Miguel, he’s a child. Please, don’t do this.”

He ignored Y/N’s pleas. “I just need to hold you for a few days,” he told Miles.

Hobie looked at Y/N from across the room, and then he looked at Miles. He started walking over to him, and Y/N had an idea of what he was planning. “Don’t ignore me!” She tried her best to distract Miguel. “That’s all you ever do nowadays. You don’t even care about me anymore, do you?”

Y/N hadn’t intended to say something so harsh, but it managed to successfully distract Miguel for a moment. “Is that what you really think?” The hurt in his voice was extremely apparent. Y/N instantly regretted what she said. She moved her hands from his arm to cover her mouth.

“Miguel, I-” A wave of electricity swept across the room with a static jolt. Miguel instinctively grabbed Y/N and pulled her towards him, shielding her with his body. When everyone looked back towards the center of the room, they saw Miles free from the containment chamber. Without wasting any time Miles bolted out the door. Miguel immediately chased after him, leaping forward with intensity. He left Y/N behind without a second thought, leaving her on the cold floor. All of the other people in the room began to chase after Miles as well.

A few moments later, Y/N heard Miguel’s voice over the overhead speakers again. “All stations, stop what you’re doing and stop Spider-Man.” Confused conversation buzzed throughout the building. “Ay, coño, Miles! Miles Morales! He’s entering sector 4!”

Y/N picked herself up and rushed over towards the control room. If Miles wanted to go home, then he would have to use the Go Home Machine. As she ran through the empty halls, she silently hoped that Miles would make it back where he belonged, and she prayed that Miguel would forgive her for what she said.

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