#across the spiderverse au

[honeymilkbubbletea]

Hear me out

Please just HEAR ME OUT-

Would I still be me if I didn't make a silly HTTYD AU once in a while?

Those are just sketches

There won't be any finished pieces for this, and it'd like it to stay that way

I have wayyyy too many other things to finish

[vulnonapix1234]

Ok, so: demon slayer au.

Both Pavitr and Hobie are Pillars.

They had killed an lower moon together and where given the title because Miguel wanted a better eye on them. (Especially Pav, because he reinvented the sun breathing style).

Miles on the the other hand is a newly turned demon. He isnt aware of it. He can't remember anything and is constantly hungry.

But he also knows that he has to protect humans.

Why? He doesn't remember.

They meet on one fateful night, when Hobie and Pav where called to slay an demon.

Miles had been fighting said demon as it had attacked an innocent family.

Hobie, upon seeing a demon that protects humans despite being hurt decides to just "keep him".

Pav wants to study the demon. To see how its mind works and what caused it to protect humans.

The other pillars really weren't impressed.

Miguel just wants to kill the demon, but the others agreed to supervise the demon.

(Mayday just plopped herself into Miles arms, as the others where discussing his fate. Her word goes above everyone elses)

In the time they inspected him, a few things became clear:

- The demon understood simple instructions and enjoys praise. Especially from Peter.

- It liked to draw and cover its surroundings in color. It especially liked to draw on Noir, who doesn't mind the patterns and colours on his clothes.

- It had a nice voice. The demon doesn't talk at all, but both Jess and Miguel had heard it sing to Mayday. Miguel knew that song as he used to sing it to his own child.

- its smile was mesmerizing. Pav actually got weak knee the first few times he saw it and Hobie does his best to make him smile.

- It had some basic knowledge of medicine to the point where he knew how to apply bandages and what plants have what effects.

- same thing applies to mechanics.

- Its blood demon art is terrifying. (Miles is able to generate a big amount of electricity and use it. He also is able to dissappear into thinn air)

- Its really affectionate to those it likes, bringing them "presents' and such. (He once brought Miguel an rat. Miles now concentrates on pretty leafes and flowers

So the demon quickly turns from an test subject into a friend and even Miguel doesn't have his Hand on the blade anymore whenever he interacts with him.

This is to say that they aren't aware that Miles is Miles. They aren't aware that he has a name and is the loved son of an family.

So the demon quickly turns from an test subject into a friend and even Miguel doesn't have his Hand on the blade anymore whenever he interacts with him.

This is to say that they aren't aware that Miles is Miles. They aren't aware that he has a name and is the loved son of an family.

At least till they met Aaron and the bullet hell he unleashed on them.

Because Miles is, in fact, the beloved son of an family and Aaron, upon stumbling onto the scene of an supposed murder, just wanted to revenge his nephew.

So when he saw Miles, alive but seemingly drugged out of his mind, he knew that he had to safe him now.

It's also the first time they actually see Miles as a person.

[ivystoryweaver]

Decadent chapter 13

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Summary: A passionate night together leads Miguel to accepting your darkest desires...and giving in to his own

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Content: nsfw, 18+, unprotected p in v, creampie, biting, scratching, blood consumption, multiple orgasms, overstim, reader is consensually incapacitated and her body used, bondage, oral - f. rec, face sitting, aftercare, not beta'd

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"You're sure? You're okay with...what we just did - when I cut you and..."

"And scratched me and sucked me and drank my blood?" You shrugged one shoulder, easing your thighs across his lap. "I can see how it sounds when you say it out loud," you admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Maybe it's you who needs to accept the monster in me."

Since you and Miguel made things official, you had grown quite comfortable sleeping on top of his massive chest.

It wasn’t that you spent every night together. He still disappeared most weekends....which you finally asked him about.

"I promise I'll tell you soon," he swore, so earnestly you couldn't find it without yourself to doubt him. "It's...a lot to take in."

Accepting his word as a sign of trust, a part of you still wondered if you were naive. Perhaps Miguel spent weekends galavanting with a secret family (or something equally horrible.) Your neighbor/friend Gwen teemed with sordid suggestions.

But you loved him. Your heart won out and you made a deal with yourself, agreeing to give him a little more time to explain.

Work in the lab continued, as did a search for a cure for Miguel's blood addiction/weakness. In the mean time, Miguel drank your blood, rather than get as weak and as sick (and irritable) as the last couple months.

At first, he insisted that you draw blood in the lab, but after spending several nights with you, his baser cravings grew too powerful to resist. Using his talons, he would scratch marks into your supple skin and drink from fresh wounds. Burying himself deep inside you while he drank elevated the pleasure exponentially for you both.

Which is where you found yourself right now.

The two of you barely stumbled into his penthouse apartment after work before he tore your panties (again) and stuffed thick fingers inside you. That was well over an hour ago.

Now, he rested against the headboard of the bed, his thick, muscular thighs stretched out along the mattress. Seeing this god of a man stretched naked especially for you never ceased to thrill.

Tipping his chin up only slightly, he beckoned you wordlessly toward him, patting his lap invitingly.

Wetting your lips, you eyed him hungrily, climbing obediently, spreading your slick thighs on either side of his legs, teasing his cock with your sopping cunt - your slick and his spend leaking out of you from the previous round.

"How are you hard again?" You giggled, pushing your fingers up over the breadth of his shoulders before tasting his lips one at a time.

"Mmm...told you. Superhuman stamina," he murmured, licking hotly into your mouth. Powerful hands gripped your hips as he tried to slip inside you again. "I didn't wear you out, did I?" He teased.

"No way," you fired back, easing off his lap to turn away from him. Before could grumble out a protest, you sank down on his thick cock, rotating your hips, riding him in reverse, your back arching in rapture.

"Fuck, you feel good honey," he groaned, his jaw going slack at the sight of your eager body ready to fuck him so good after he'd taken your body all evening. Talons extended to tauntingly scrape along the delicious curve of your back before sliding up your sides to cup your soft mounds. Taking the weight of your breasts in his palms, he fondled you gently, helping you move your lithe body against him. You purred in satisfaction as his thumbs brushed your hardened nipples.

Your drenched, slippery cunt felt incredible to Miguel, but you wanted more friction. With a slight whine, you rocked your hips faster, pushing up on your knees and dropping down hard until you found a vigorous rhythm bouncing on his cock.

"Faster?" He taunted against your neck. You could feel him smirking.

"Harder," you panted. "Fuck me hard. Need more."

Miguel growled out an incoherent response, gripping your hips and using his superhuman strength to work you over his length, slamming you down over and over again.

His appetite for blood had returned to normal, so starvation and weakness no longer plagued him. But this...hours on end in bed together - he was dying to sink his teeth into your flesh - despite having sworn he never would again.

"Miguel, harder," you whined, even as your sounds of pleasure ascended embarrassingly loudly. "Faster, please. I need...I need..."

He knew. He felt it too. You both craved the deep, primal, monstrous connection that had formed between you so early on.

Yes, he was certain of exactly what you wanted.

"I'm hungry," he groaned, fingers sliding around your throat. Roughly grabbing your jaw from behind, he tilted your head to one side, exposing more of the smooth skin of your neck.

He was fucking you so deep, but now - the possibilities made you wild with desire. “Please, Miguel. You can taste me.”

Damn. That was probably going to upset him. You'd promised not to ask him.

He dragged a talon across the side of your neck, growling as a sprinkling of blood sprang from your soft, sweat-soaked skin.

You felt the warmth of his tongue, wishing he would give in and sink his fangs into your flesh.

Unsure if Miguel gave into his cravings or if his fang slipped and sliced you - you felt that familiar pain and your heart both soared and sank. Because he would surely stop, horrified.

His massive chest rumbled with a hungry moan so powerful, you felt his deep satisfaction vibrate through your whole body.

“It’s okay, baby,” you panted, reaching blindly behind you to card your fingers through his thick waves. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Need you so much, Miguel.”

He apparently passed the point of needing permission, squeezing your throat a to the point of pain. However, the elation of him drinking you, the delicious pressure on your throat, the brutal slam of his cock plowing you so deep inside had you shrieking in pleasure as your walls clenched around him, your body rocked with a powerful orgasm that made you tremble and shudder against him.

Right as your pleasure crested and started to subside, you felt his fangs pierce your neck, fully. This was no accident and there was no turning back.

Lips sucked as his tongue laved ravenously, drinking until the venom in his fangs weakened you into a limp doll.

Lightheaded from blood loss, you slumped over.

Miguel laid you gently down, staring, conflicted, at the wounds in your neck, oozing with life-giving blood. Yet his cock twitched, aching for another release.

Gripping your thighs, he spread you apart, running his tongue along his fangs to collect excess blood.

“Fuck you’re pretty for me like this, muñeca,” he panted, recalling the sounds of you begging for this night after night.

Even if he punished himself for it later, you loved when he used you like this. It felt so wrong that you somehow craved it. You couldn't feel him fucking you, but his loss of control as he got off using your body - you wanted it. You only hoped he wouldn't back down.

His massive chest heaved as crimson eyes darkened lustfully. With his grip on you firm, he thrust inside your pliable, bleeding, paralyzed body with one deep stroke.

He molded you like a doll, like his dirty little toy. The languid, loose weight of your lifeless limbs added pressure as he pushed in and out of you.

“I could do anything to you and you’d let me. I know you want it. Want me to use you.” Lifting one of your limp legs over his shoulder, he groaned as your head lolled to the side, your vacant eyes unable to meet his.

You were spread so wide from him - soaked from endless hours together - of his cum and your slick heat. His balls slapped messily against your cunt as he fucked you so deep… he knew you would be sore tomorrow but he couldn’t find it in him to slow down.

When he was close, he pulled out of you - not that you could feel it - before jerking himself and spilling all over your breasts and your neck, leaving you a used-up, lifeless, fucked out mess. Panting harshly, he admired his handiwork, eyes raking over your beautifully ruined body, covered in his spend from your jaw down to your knees.

He didn’t even ask permission before reaching for his phone to take your picture. Not that you could protest in this position, but the thought that he wanted to remember you as his ruined, used toy made you fucking feral.

Flopping down on the mattress, Miguel tried to catch his breath for a moment. Even with his stamina - the exhilaration of finally feeding on you again was overwhelming.

After a few moments, he gathered your sweat and cum covered body into his arms and took you to the bathroom. Holding you gently, he ran a bath, adding some oils and salts before easing into the luxury garden tub with you.

He cradled you in his arms sideways, with your cheek laying against his chest.

By now, the paralytic was wearing off and you could feel the pain of the wounds in your throat. You hissed as the warm water stung the scrapes and bite you had sustained.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, starting to carefully wash you.

"Don't - " you started, but he hushed you.

"I'm not sorry for what we did," he clarified, brushing his fingers over your cheek as he gazed into your eyes. "I'm only sorry that the water stings."

You slowly nodded. "It felt good, Miguel. It's been so long. I wanted it so bad. Don’t be mad."

"I’m not mad, baby," he assured you, touching his forehead to yours.

You let out a sigh of blissful contentedness. "Feels so good."

A chuckle rumbled in his godlike chest. “Even when you can’t feel anything because you’re paralyzed?”

Gazing deeply into his eyes, you wet your lips before kissing him softly. “Remember, I’m the monster here,” you whispered against his mouth. “I…crave those things. I want you to bite me and use me. Fuck, it makes me want you so much.”

With that confession, you slipped your tongue into his mouth, hand blindly grasping in the warm water, hoping to find his cock hard again.

His superhuman stamina did not disappoint.

“Again, mi amor? You’ll be sore for days,” he chided, a bit condescendingly, one corner of his mouth curling in amusement, even as his crimson eyes widened in wonder that you still wanted more.

Biting your bottom lip, your eyes dipped coyly as you tugged on his thick member, stroking him just the way he liked.

He groaned, “You’re insatiable.”

“You gave me everything I wanted tonight,” you murmured against his lips, working your palm up and down his length, sloshing water sloppily. “Ask me for anything, Miguel, and I’ll say yes. Anything.”

“Corazón,” he moaned, hips shifting, fucking up into your grasp. “Anything?”

Your teeth tugged his bottom lip into your mouth, nipping tauntingly. “Yes.”

Nodding, he started thrusting again. Felt too good not to come if you were offering.

Your lips fused again in a heated tangle as you stroked and tugged him to orgasm.

The two of you managed to clean up and get something to eat before relaxing upstairs in the spacious den, cuddling together in his oversized chair. By this point you were dying to know what he would ask of you.

But you were distracted as he kissed you breathless, holding you like a treasure.

Miguel laid you open on the plush, expensive carpet, stripped your clothes off your body and spent the next hour with his tongue and lips all over you. He kissed you until you were dripping and arching into him, desperate for more. He nibbled at your breasts, littering them with tiny scrapes and cuts, sucking your nipples even as he drank warm red liquid.

He could no longer deny how hard it made him - how possessive over you he felt - knowing he could mark your body - that you wanted his marks on you - you craved them. Something dark lived in you and he was beginning to accept it. To need it.

Down he went, kissing the softness of your tummy, sucking marks into your thighs, passing an hour of attention with you panting his name, begging for what you really wanted.

Firing his warm, sticky webs to hold your thighs apart -spread so wide for him - he gazed down at you, desperate and writhing.

Finally, finally, he lowered his mouth to your cunt, nudging at your swollen clit with his nose. His warm tongue met your sex and your back arched violently as you came instantly. You felt him chuckle against you, inside you - his tongue thrusting in and out - the rumble of his laughter sending shockwaves up your spine as he purposely overstimulated you.

After an eternity of teasing, it was too easy to get you to orgasm, but he didn’t let you come down and you coudn’t find it in yourself to ask him to stop or to tap his shoulder for a break. No, instead your heels dug into his muscular back - your thighs slung over his broad shoulders as you bucked up frantically into his waiting mouth, fucking his tongue. Your shrieks of overstimulated pleasure tapered off into pathetic whimpers as he found the rhythm he knew you loved.

His superhuman strength allowed you to fist and pull his dark waves as hard as you wanted - to wildly buck and push his face harder into your sex. He could take anything you could give.

As if sensing you needed it harder, wilder, he rolled you over and pulled you down on his face, supporting your weight as you smothered his mouth with your pussy. He lightly smacked your ass, and, as if spurring a horse into action, you moaned embarrassingly loudly, riding his face as hard as you would his cock, as carelessly as you would use a toy in your bed alone.

Grabbing his hair again, you slammed his head down onto the carpet before yanking it up, using the would-be painful motion for more friction to fuck his face.

You and Miguel had done some dirty, wild things, but he’d never really felt this much unbridled loss of restraint from you. He moaned into your pussy, wishing he could fist his cock to the absolutely wrecked, desperate, filthy sounds echoing off the den walls - the squelch of your soaked cunt, slapping and dripping down his chin, making a mess of his hair, the carpet, of the both of you.

You came on his face only a moment later and before you were even halfway through your high, before the slight chance to start coming down presented itself, he laid you down and started working his tongue gently all over your pussy lips, your thighs, even your ass to clean you up.

“Miguel, fuck…fuck, it’s too much, oh f-fuck!” But since you didn’t safe word, he didn’t relent until you were a blubbering mess, having lost track of how many times you came, if you were currently coming now or coming down from a high.

He never used more than one finger and his mouth, but you finally passed out from exhaustion. He loved that he could do that to you without venom.

The next morning, you woke up clean, wounds appropriately dressed, in Miguel’s freshly made bed, wearing his t-shirt. It took you a few minutes to get your bearings when he entered with a tray of breakfast.

You sat up, feeling the slight sting of fang punctures in your neck and a sore, overused cunt.

“Corazón,” he breathed, rushing over to your side. “How are you feeling?” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his eyes flickering all over you.

“I’m good,” you assured him, reaching to caress his cheek. “I’m a little sore, but for all the best reasons.”

To your delight, he nodded and rolled with it. “You’re a dirty girl,” he chuckled with a shrug. “And dirty girls end up sore.”

Gasping in mock-surprise, you whacked him with the back of your hand. “Miguel O’Hara!”

“Don’t try to deny it,” he fired back, catching your flying hand and tangling his fingers with yours.

The two of you shared a few kisses, and, as you started eating your breakfast, you admitted to him that you were thrilled that he finally seemed to be accepting your dark side.

“It’s not darkness,” he finally answered, surprising you. “Reaching for your hand, he brushed his thumb over your knuckles. “It’s devotion.” He placed a kiss to your hand. “It’s acceptance.” He kissed your forehead, then looked down into your eyes. “It’s everything I’ve ever needed.” This time, he kissed your mouth.

“That’s why I want you to live here with me.”

Seeing your eyes go wide, he squeezed your hands. "You can keep your apartment if you want. I'll even pay for it. But..." His eyes dipped almost shyly as he exhaled in a rush. "I love you. So...move in with me?"

The air rushed out of your lungs as your cheeks heated at such a request. "Of course I will. I love you," you confessed. "But..."

Massive shoulders sank as a worried frown tugged at the corners of his kissable lips. "But?"

Caressing his fingers, you swallowed hard, but held his gaze bravely. "First, I need you to tell me where you go all weekend."

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[midnight-raven]

Spider-Mirabel: Across the Spider Verse

One year after becoming the Spider-Gal, and teaching Antonio about his powers, Mirabel Madrigal is launched across the multiverse on a grand adventure of a lifetime.

On her journey, Mirabel meets dozens of alternate versions of Spider heroes, even members of her family.

The Webslinger/Camilo Madrigal

An alternate version of Mirabel's theater-loving cousin who was bitten by a radioactive spider.

Spider-Lady/Isabela Madrigal

An alternate version of Mirabel's older sister, who holds the mantle of a Spider-Madrigal.

Spider-Woman/Luisa Madrigal

The multiversal doppelgänger of Mirabel's other sister; The Invincible Spider-Woman.

Scarlet Spider/Dolores Madrigal

A Spider-Madrigal who had the ability to sense and hear danger from over a mile away.

… along with several more (sorry, bad at coming up with super names)

Spider-Man/Hiro Hamada

A new young spider vigilante from San Fransokyo. A robotics student that picked up the mantle of Spider-Man after his older brother's death.

The NightCrawler/Hiccup Haddock

A college student skilled in engineering, who is best friends with the spider that bit him. With the help of his special ‘friend’ Hiccup watches over the people of Berk from the shadows.

Spider-Woman/Rapunzel Corona

A talented young artist with long, indestructible hair. While using her hair to protect people, Rapunzel also tried to uncover the origin of her magic hair.

The Arachnid Archer/Merida DunBroch

A trained athlete that is known as the greatest archer in the city of DunBroch. With her bow and arrow, Merida dedicated herself to protecting her city, and her family.

Frost Spider/Jack Frost

A young hockey player with a past that he cannot remember. His heroics caused Jack to be offered a role in a team of heroes called ‘The Guardians.’

Ghost-Spider & Lady Web/Elsa and Anna Arendelle

The Spider Sisters, both bitten by the same spider and both determined to protect their city and each other, while uncovering the mystery behind their parents' deaths.

Spider-Man/Tadashi Hamada

An alternate version of Hiro's older brother from another dimension, where the brothers' roles are switched.

La Telaraña/Miguel Rivera

A young musician who discovers the spider that gave him powers could be linked to a deep family mystery. The disappearance of Héctor Rivera, and his connection to genetic scientist Ernesto De La Cruz.

Spider-Man/Varian Rudiger

A young alchemist from an alternate reality of Rapunzel's dimension, teamed up with other talented super teens; Hugo, Nuru, and Yong.

Spider Byte/Coraline Jones

A curious young girl that was bitten by a strange spider hidden in the walls of her new house, and is being hunted by the original creator of that spider.

Water-Spider/Moana Waialiki

A skilled young surfer with the powers of a spider, who protects her home with the help of her super strong brother, Maui.

The Arach-Kid/Walter Beckett

A young mutant that is part of a secret agency, and partners with the top spy, Lance Sterling. With his powers, Walter is determined to make a difference in the world.

Water Dragon/Raya

A trained fighter whose genetics were altered by a spider. Raya uses her powers to make her city the home her father always envisioned.

[antdays]

thinking about a spiderverse zombie apocalypse au. the spider society is a group of renegade survivors looking for the cure and Miles is the newbie who hasn’t quite given up on looking for his parents. Miguel’s still the leader who’s developing a cure (and sees a lot of himself and his daughter in Miles and kinda resents him for that), Hobie’s mostly independent but stays behind with the group for Gwen and Pavitr (and later Miles), Pavitr is still trying to remain optimistic as he hasn’t really lost anybody. Gwen maybe ran away from home? Still working on that. 

[nu-fin]

SPOILERS FOR ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE

Y’know when Gwen’s standing in the spot’s old apartment, about to go into the portal back to Miguel’s world, but she takes a second to look back to Miles Brooklyn one last time (&, unknowingly, stares directly at an invisible Miles.) - AU where she takes just, like, one step forward.

“Ow.”

[mkorpse13]

mixing my favorite movie with one of my favorite shows.

I have so many ideas for the other cul de sac kids as spider people (mainly have a lot of ideas for Edd though)

I really like how his spider suit came out.

Hopefully I can build more on Rolfs backstory soon.

[hows-my-handwriting]

as someone who was watching pac rim literally every single day at one point i'm obligated to tell you how insane i am about your au <3 one thing about jaeger names is that they sound a lil cooler when they consist of 2 two-or-three syllable words paired together like striker eureka or crimson typhoon, so maybe thinking about it like that will help your process!! keep 'prowler' but try substituting volt for something like voltage, electron/ica, vanguard, banshee, deadstar, stampede, intercept, sierra, etc. and switching the order of words around^^

(oh and i truly hope this doesn't come across as pushy or condescending bc that isn't my intention at *all*, i just thought i'd share some suggestions for this great au!)

FUCK YEAH. dude i love those movies with undying passion.

i am definitely renaming the prowler and i will definitely keep the two syllable thing in mind >:3

im glad someone enjoys the crazy brainworms swimming around in my brain

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Team-up AU

[honeymilkbubbletea]

That "really cool dude" AKA Toothless

The beef Astrid has with him is UNREAL

And she doesn't even know him 💀

I have one more sketch for this AU, and that would be it

Unless you guys will like it or something

[vulnonapix1234]

I have another fantasy au:

Both Hobie and Miles wake up in a Cave together. They can't remember anything.

Not how they got there, why they were there or what was going on.

Just their names and that the other is vaguely familiar.

They work together to get out of the cave and it goes really well.

They figure that they probably worked and fought together before.

Pav is the one to find them. He was sent by his guild to look around the area, as the magic had been distributed around there.

Two amnesic, high-level magicians are a bit of an alarm signal, so he takes them back with him.

They bond a lot during the trip.

Miguel, who is the leader of the guild, really doesn't trust them, but he does not have any evidence that Miles or Hobie did something that could have upset the magic.

So he employed them. Cause its the best way to keep an eye on them.

Miles and Hobie end up in an adventure team with Pav, Gwen, Margo, Penny, Noir, and Porker.

Everything goes well after that.

They go on adventures together, fight monsters and find treasures.

But then things go sideways.

The magic starts to tear and things of the faraway future and past start to appear.

Whilst neither Hobie nor Miles have gained any of their memories back, they sometimes get visions related to these magical tears.

It's strange and scary.

One day, a man descended from them.

A man that knew Miles, that looked at him with familiarity and love.

A man that spoke about a mission to hunt for a traitor.

A man that pulled his weapon when Hobie came close.

(Or: Hobie is apart of an rebellion whose goal it was to free the magic after the government started to control it. His plan was it to travel back into the past to make sure that this won't happen. Miles was send to kill him)

[ivystoryweaver]

Decadent: A Miguel O'Hara Story Masterlist

This is the masterlist for my story Decadent

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Chapter 13 Chapter 14 - Finale!

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De-ca-dent* (de-kə-dənt) 1. characterized by or appealing to self-indulgence a rich and decadent dessert 2. marked by decay or decline an increasingly decadent society

Summary: You are new to the city, starting a job at a the research facility of your dreams. Speaking of dreams, your dreamy boss, Miguel O'Hara leaves an impression on you you'll not soon forget. But this brilliant scientist hides a dark secret - will his darkness drag you under? Or is love strong enough to overcome anything?

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara from the film Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse x female reader

Warnings/notables: AU-ish story. 18+, please note the warnings for each part/section of this story. Some things are canon accurate and some are not. The secret Miguel hides requires him to do dark deeds to sustain his own life. Therefore there are non-con "vampiric" elements, but all sexual activities are consensual.

Co-workers to co-workers-with-benefits to lovers. Slow burn on the feelings, fast track on the smut.

Dividers by saradika

*as defined by Merriam-Webster

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they are friends they are friends they are friends

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kazia parkerowska aka spider star is an 18 years old polish doomer art student who got bitten by a radioactive spider and then convinced (khe khe forced) into a superhero role by her kooky hippie auntie majka. woohoo. nothing better than to save the world when you don’t give an absolute shit!

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