#ch: miguel o'hara

[aenhanse]

—SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE (2023)

[seidraikiri]

TITLE: nothing twice

RATING: E

WORD COUNT: 5,8k

Summary: It's just Miles' luck of course, that things he wants to really work out never take the easy route.

AO3

[sorrowmarked]

SUSPIRIA (2018) || accepting

❛ I don’t want to be disrespectful. I don’t. But you’re asking me and I’m telling you. ❜ -- @chiwit (miguel & felicia)

"No, the disrespect just comes naturally," she smiled, apparently unbothered. If only because she hated letting people know if they'd gotten under her skin. Effortless, sexy, fun; that's what people should always think of when it came to Felicia Hardy. Annoyed wasn't fun.

"Okay, okay, you're telling me. No disrespect intended. Now, I think we should really get to the heart of the matter, and that is ... if you think having this information will stop me. We've just started to get to know one another, so I'll cut to the chase. It won't. If I was concerned with doing whatever I was told, I'd be the Black Labrador and not the Black Cat."

[stargirlrchive]

── SPIDER-VERSE MASTERLIST

not writing for this fandom

miguel o’hara ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

✩ te compro otra

✩ after hours

✩ i’ve got you

✩ belong to the sky (masterlist)

✩ blurb: lunares

✩ blurb: ai reader

[shu-of-the-wind]

miguel o'hara really is that quiet guy in the corner that's slightly out of step with all the goddamn CLOWNS he works with. all he wants to do is his job!!! let him do his job!!!! stop asking him about dark garfield!!!!!

[eddiemunscns]

“Touch her and I’ll break your neck.” - Miguel

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[exhaslo]

Puzzle Pieces Ch.3

(Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader)

Ch.1, Ch.2

Warning: Eventual Smut so Minors DNI, mentions of abuse, blood, murder, language, fluff, bullying, mentions of sex

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It was another rough day at work for you. The only ray of sunshine you had all day was the scary, Miguel O'Hara, actually talking to you. He was so good looking that it made your heart flutter. You knew he was bad news, but you were desperate for anything to make you happy these days.

Stepping out of the supermarket with a small bag of groceries, you sighed as it started to pour. You had an umbrella, but someone stole it right before you clocked out. It wasn't too far of a walk, but you were still going to get soaked.

Taking a few deep breathes, you decided to make a run for it. Your place wasn't too far away. The rain could stop at any moment. It was fine! Yelping, you whimpered as you slipped and fell into a puddle on the sidewalk. Your groceries falling everywhere.

"N-No," You whimpered, trembling as you picked everything up alone.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you kept whispering that you were fine. You were tired of this life already. You flinched as a foot appeared beside your canned corn. You glanced up, shaking as Miguel stood before you, holding an umbrella out.

"Need a lift?"

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A few minutes prior, Miguel was sitting in the back seat of his chair, listening to Lyla over his phone. She was repeating his schedule out to him for his official job. Miguel groaned lowly, not wanting to have to deal with any of Alchmax's partners.

Hearing the rain, Miguel glanced out his window. He noticed you standing in front of the supermarket, staring at the rain before making a run for it. He told his driver to slow down, wanting to watch you a bit longer while Lyla kept talking.

His eyes widen slightly as you fell. Miguel told his driver to stop and hung up with Lyla. Looks like his little bunny needed saving. This wasn't something new, but you weren't like other girls. You weren't going to throw yourself onto him like the others.

Miguel smiled casually as he grabbed an umbrella and approached you. He stopped and held the umbrella over you, watching those tears stream down your cheeks. You were so fragile. All the more delicious to break in bed.

"Need a lift?" He offered, observing the shape of your body through your soaked clothes.

"U-Um..." Your lips began to tremble as you finished picking up the last of your dented groceries, "I-I don't w-want to be a b-bother. I-I appreciate the...the offer...but..." You kept avoiding his gaze, still crying.

Miguel was adoring this new treat. How easy you were to approach. No girl would hesitate to get in a car with him, yet here you were. A shy little bunny afraid of the big bad wolf. Miguel was enjoying this game. He reached out and easily wiped a tear from your eye,

"I wouldn't have asked if I thought you were a burden. My car is over there, I'll take you straight home." Miguel offered once more.

"A-Are you-" You stopped, seeing him get slightly annoyed, "T-Thank you, sir. S-Sorry again...for burdening you," You apologized again.

Miguel felt a rise as you called him, 'sir'. How nicely it rolled off your tongue. Miguel kept his eyes on you as his driver opened the door for the both of you. Your groceries going in the truck. Miguel sat beside you, having the heat turn up since you were shivering.

"Where do you live?" Miguel asked. You flinched,

"R-Right! S-Sorry!" You stuttered and told the driver your address.

Miguel leaned back in his seat, watching you put your seatbelt on. He nearly scoffed at the sight, finding you hilarious. You kept playing with your fingers, apologizing for everything. Hell, at this rate, Miguel was going to have to apologize to you for fucking you later.

"You're very naïve," Miguel said bluntly, causing you to flinch, "Never enter another person's vehicle. You're lucky that it was me, conejita. (bunny)" He warned.

"I'm sorry,"

"You wouldn't want your boyfriend to worry," Miguel glanced at your reaction, wanting to see if his prey was taken or not.

Not that it mattered.

"I-I don't have one...E-Even if I-I...I did, he...he wouldn't care." You said sadly, recalling how many times Eddie left you to fend for yourself.

Miguel noticed the small things about you. You were gripping your sleeves tightly while your body shook, not from the cold, but from mentioning your ex. Your cheeks started to burn as tears threaten to spill. This was not an easy topic for you.

"So, single and living alone in the big city? Haces esto demasiado fácil. (You make this too easy)" He hummed.

You glanced over at Miguel, admiring him. You knew better than to enter a stranger's car, even if he was a regular. Honestly, at this point you didn't care. Maybe it was for the best if someone took you away. Pinching yourself at the thought, you decided to keep the conversation going. To distract yourself.

"I...I had to leave...I-I thought I'd be...I'd be able to s-survive here. But...I guess I can't."

"You just need some help," Miguel noticed the area they were driving into, "You live here?"

"I-It's all I could...a-afford." You stuttered before sneezing.

You whined softly as you kept sneezing. Sometimes you had these spirts. Once you finished you saw Miguel's hand getting closer to you. Recalling times where Eddie would hit you to be quiet, you flinched and covered your head.

Miguel withdrew his hand as he noticed your reaction. He furrowed his brows before the car came to a stop. He knew that reaction all too well. Glancing at the shady apartment building, Miguel got out of the car and opened the door for you,

"I'm not going to hit you," He said and helped you out, "Let me walk you upstairs."

"Sir, this is-"

"I know where we are." Miguel hissed lowly and followed behind you, "Wait for me down here and don't make contact with anyone."

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You were shaking as you tried to open your door. Miguel was right behind you with your groceries. You felt embarrassed for reacting the way you did. All he was doing was helping you. Once you were finally inside, you quickly gave him a glass of water before rushing to change.

Miguel took this opportunity to look around your shabby apartment. You were grabbing his attention faster than anyone else. Miguel was starting to want you for himself. A cute little trophy to have in his room.

"S-Sorry I took s-so long," You stuttered, coming out in all long sleeves again. Miguel felt his eye twitch,

"No need to apologize. As you know I do more than just shop at your work." Miguel watched you carefully, "I'll get to the chase. You're new to this city and I've taken an interest in you."

"H-Huh?! Y-You h-have...but...but..." You sat down, covering your lower face with your sleeve, "I-I'm n-nothing...s-special."

"Estás seguro de que te hizo un número. (You're ex sure did a number on you.)" Miguel muttered and approached you once more, "Allow me to get to know you before you make such assumptions."

"Mhm," You looked away from him, sinking into your seat.

You weren't sure if you ready to see anyone, but this would be a good way to distract you. Miguel did seem kind to you at least. Biting your lower lip, you had to remind yourself about Eddie. He was kind to you at first too. You needed to have faith in people. Glancing back at Miguel, you gulped,

"O-Okay, I-I'll g-give you a chance."

Miguel just grabbed your free hand in response and kissed it. He smiled towards your flustered reaction and made his way out. You followed him, waving him goodbye before closing the door. You bit your lower lip and sat against your door.

"P-Please...be g-good to me."

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Miguel sat in his car, listening to Lyla lecture him. He had his arms crossed as he glanced at where you sat prior. He wanted to know more. Especially about what you've been through. Miguel wasn't going to have his new prey already broken.

"Lyla, I want you to gather as much information on (Y/N). I want to know what egg shells I need to avoid."

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Miguel O'Hara Masterlist ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧ 🕸 ୨୧⋆｡˚⋆

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Vampire Next Door- (Miguel O'Hara x fem reader) Your neighbor is strange, to say the least. Miguel O’Hara: Alchemax’s newest scientist, genius, most sought-after bachelor … and according to your wildest suspicions … a vampire?

Chapter 1: New Girl *✩ Chapter 2: Night Terror ✮༻ Chapter 3: and I remember her... ˚○◦˚. Chapter 4: Just a Dream °✥ Chapter 5: watching her sleep ❦︎ Chapter 6: Noise Complaints *ੈ‧ Chapter 7: Seven Minutes in Heaven ♱☽🦇☾♱ Chapter 8: About Last Night °✧*:･ Chapter 9: Beginnings of Someone Else ⋆｡𖦹 Chapter 10: Once Bitten, Twice Shy °❆˚₊⋆ Chapter 11: New Year, New Me ❅˚⋆୧ Chapter 12: ⊱From the Outside⊰ Chapter 13: A… vampire ♱❦︎₊°

Headcanons -

On Your Period nsfw 18+

Pudge and Cuddles nsfw 18+

Desperate to Breed, Desperate for Your Scent nsfw 18+

your neighbor, stoner Miguel nsfw 18+ ✥°o｡

Miguel babies you when you’re sick ⁺‧₊˚ nsfw 18+

Blurbs-

dirty, drunk blurb nsfw 18+

dirty, drunk blurb part two nsfw 18+

morning sex blurb ⋆:°* nsfw 18+

One-Shots -

Miguel talks you through it nsfw 18+

Miguel knows how to… nsfw 18+

Valentine’s Day ❦︎⋆˙ nsfw 18+

good kitty - Spidey catches Kitty. Miguel x Black Cat (reader) nsfw 18+

good girl - nsfw 18+ You're trying to study but Miguel has other plans. face r*iding included >:)

just a quick study break... - nsfw 18+ You've been studying for hours and decide it's time to rest your eyes and take a quick break. You're awaken to an even better study break.

daddy's coworker - nsfw 18+ Your father leaves you at home with his coworker (your little crush). He works in your father's office, and you... distract him.

clean me up - After your first time together, you and Miguel take a bath.

feeling guilty - pt.2 of ⬆️ Miguel feels guilty and cleans up your wounds.

rough night - nsfw 18+ Miguel comes home from work roughed up. You offer your care, but he really only needs one thing.

Entangled (university AU)- After years of friendship, Miguel's recent changes become increasingly noticeable and suspicious to Y/N, causing them to stumble upon the truth of Miguel's secret identity and the revealing of their feelings for each other.

Ch. 1 "are you... jealous?"

Ch. 2 "Drunk and Crushing" pt.1

Ch. 3 "New Ride" flashback

Ch. 4 "Knight in Glitching Armor" flashback

Ch. 5 "Drunk and Crushing" pt.2

Ch. 6 "Stung by Jealousy" flashback

Ch. 7 "Web of Lies"

Ch. 8 "You're... Spider-Man"

[daisies-daydreams]

Office Hours - Chapter 2 (Professor!Miguel O'Hara x F!College Student!Reader)

Pairing: Professor!Miguel O’Hara x F!College Student!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Swearing, Dirty Talk, Griding, Nipple Play, Marking/Hickeys, Thigh Riding, Handjobs, Pearl Necklaces/Facials Word Count: 2.4k+

A/N: AKA the chapter where you ride Papi Miguel's thigh. 😏 I hope you enjoy!

Side Note: I am not fluent in Spanish. If I made any mistakes, please correct me (respectfully!).

Ch. 1 <-•-> Ch. 3

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Your stomach felt like it was tied into knots as you padded down the hall, your dress billowing as you briskly walked towards Miguel’s office. You flattened the skirt of your dress and took a deep breath before you knocked on the large, wooden door. The door swung open, revealing Miguel staring down at you through his reading glasses. Your heart skipped a beat as you took in the scent of his sandalwood cologne. 

“I’m glad you could make it,” he grinned ear to ear. You returned his smile as he stepped out of the way. You gasped as he splayed one of his massive hands across the small of your back, quickly ushering you inside. His office was quite neat and orderly, every book and paper lined up in perfectly straight rows. You jumped when he closed the door. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled. You shook your head. 

“It’s fine,” you murmured as you set your bag next to one of the chairs in front of his desk. 

“I wanted to discuss something before we begin our review,” he said as he cleared his throat. Your eyes widened as he locked the door behind him. He remained still as a statue for a few seconds before he lumbered towards you. You stayed glued to the floor as Miguel nearly pressed his front against yours, his shadow swallowing you whole. You felt like time itself froze as he cupped your chin in his large hand.  

“You think I don’t notice your longing stares during class, hm, chica?” he suddenly murmured, his voice dropping several octaves [girl]. A lump swelled in your throat as his eyes bored into your own. 

“W-What?” you squeaked. Miguel clicked his tongue as he gave you a wry grin.

“There’s no need to play coy, hermosa,” he purred as his other hand fell to your hip [beautiful]. You gasped as he dipped his head against your ear and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you have no idea how many times I had to stop myself from imagining you spread out for me on my desk,” Miguel groaned. "It's your fault I teach behind that damn desk most of the time, you know," he smirked. You shivered as you felt his plush lips caress the shell of your ear, the back of your thighs suddenly flush with the edge of his desk.  

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to…but I’ve waited so, so long for this,” he whispered before gently pecking your cheek. "For you," he added before kissing your other cheek. Your heart nearly burst as you gripped the edge of the desk and spread your legs, your core instantly ablaze at his simple gesture. You bit your lip and grabbed his broad shoulders. 

“Please, Miguel…I need you,” you whispered. Miguel narrowed his eyes and groaned before crashing lips against yours. You squealed as your mouths danced in a sloppy, wet kiss, one of your hands sliding up to grip his dark locks. He grunted as you tugged on his messy hair. 

“Coño,” he growled against your neck [Fuck]. You gasped as he grabbed your thighs before sitting you atop of his desk, knocking over several objects. You panted as he lowered his head before crashing his lips against yours. Both of you moaned into each other’s mouths as your lips danced with heated passion. Miguel swiped his tongue across your bottom lip before tugging on it between his teeth.

You parted your lips, sighing as he slipped his wet muscle inside. You whined when he squeezed your breasts, cupping them in his warm palms as he swirled his tongue around yours. His pupils were blown wide when the two of you parted, a long strand of spit connecting your mouths.  

“You have no fucking idea what you’ve been doing to me, princesa,” he murmured as he pressed his hips against yours [princess]. You keened as you felt his covered, swollen cock rub against your pussy as he furrowed his brows. 

“A-Ah, Miguel,” you moaned as you tilted your head back. The man above you snarled before he started to grind his hips against your clothed heat, his deft fingers working to strip you of your jacket.

“Keep talking, baby,” he muttered before suddenly tossing your cover-up aside. Goosebumps erupted over your skin as he kissed along your neck, lingering just over your pulse as you mewled. 

“M-Miguel,” you chanted his name as he sucked harshly against your skin. A sharp cry rang out through the small office as he leaned back. He hushed you before his hands fell over your exposed shoulders. You slowly slid off the desk to help him discard your dress. It crumpled onto the floor as you trembled, your core swelling with heat as you stood in front of him with a dark, lacy bra and a similar-looking thong. You bit your lip as he scanned up and down your body before sighing. 

“Espléndida,” he breathed in awe as he brushed his fingers over your cheek [Gorgeous]. Your body nearly melted at his touch as he tugged on the band of your thin panties. You gasped when his hands made quick work of your bra, letting it fall next to your dress. He groaned as your nipples hardened, his fingers and thumbs instantly finding their way to your sensitive buds. You squeezed your thighs as he massaged and pinched your nipples, his mouth lingering over your ear. 

“Are you sure you want to go further?” he asked. 

“Yes,” you replied almost instantly. Miguel’s low chuckle sent a shiver down your spine as his hands fell back to his side. You frowned as he stepped back, though your heart raced again as he took a seat in one of the large chairs. He gave you a hungry grin as he patted his large thigh. 

“Come have a seat, then,” he beckoned. You quickly rushed over, straddling his waist as your tits rubbed against his chest. You wanted to rip his clothes off, see his chiseled, naked body as you bounced on his unimaginably thick cock. Your brow knitted together when he placed his hands on your thighs. He licked his lips before rubbing circles against the flesh of your waist. 

“Mi conejita, while I’d love to feel your warm, tight pussy wrapped around my cock...I have another idea,” he whispered [my bunny]. Your chest grew tight as you groaned.

"What is it?" you asked. Miguel smoothed his thumb across your cheek as he smiled.

“How about you ride my thigh until your cum soaks all the way through my slacks?” he purred as his hands slid your panties down your thighs. You flushed as you heard him snarl, his eyes glued to the way your sticky folds glistened in the dim lighting of his office. 

“Tan mojada,” he breathed before spreading your warm lower lips apart with his thick digits [So wet]. You mewled as his other hand pushed your hips down against his thigh, the sudden contact causing you to jolt a little. Miguel chuckled before latching his lips to your own, letting his mouth linger as you hesitate for a moment. He leaned over as he stroked your lower back. 

“Cariño,” Miguel husked into your ear [Honey]. You wrapped your arms around his thick neck as you began to grind down on his leg. You shoved your face into his wide shoulder as a powerful wave of pleasure surged through your pussy.

“Mmmm there you go,” he drawled. You whined as you pushed your hips back and forth, each drag against his thigh making your pussy gush with more arousal. You heard him grunt as his fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, his eyes locked onto the hypnotic sway of your body. 

“Fuck,” you sobbed as a wave of pleasure surged over your body. He nibbled on the lobe of your ear as he bucked his hips forward. “M-Miguel,” you choked as you started to grind a little faster. A deep rumble rose from his chest as he heard you call him by his name, his hand immediately tilting your head back up. 

“Give me those gorgeous lips, (Y/N),” the large man cooed. You complied, pushing forward as the two of you latched onto each other’s lips. You moaned into his mouth as you slid your hips back and forth. Miguel grunted before pulling back. “Look so hot riding my thigh,” he said before slapping your ass. You yelped, the sudden pain quickly mixing with pleasure before dripping right into your swollen clit. You gasped and sputtered into his mouth as you tilted your hips at a different angle, allowing your tender, puffy button to deliciously rub against the hardness of his thighs. 

“Oh God,” you mewled as you felt the tension in your lower belly wind into a tight knot. You heard him chuckle before he dove into your neck. You cried out as he sucked a hickey over your skin, the spot fresh and tender when he pulled away. You whimpered when you felt one of his hands slip away from your body, only to part your lips as you watched him unzip his pants.

You moaned softly as he pulled his throbbing cock out from his briefs. A bead of precum oozed from his flushed, bulbous tip as he squeezed the base of his shaft. A dangerous glint lingered in his dark eyes as he brought one of your hands to his cock, the heat of his flesh instantly overwhelming your senses as he steadied you on his leg. 

“I’ve got you, bebé,” he whispered as he splayed his hand over your hip [baby]. You panted, your pussy squelching against his pant leg as you wrapped your palm around his girth. You swallowed thickly, his thickness causing your legs to tremble as you began to pump your fist up and down his veiny shaft. The room was soon full of your heavy pants and slick squelches as your head began to spin. 

“That’s it…c-coño,” his hot breath fell over your shoulder as you glided your hand along his sweltering cock [fuck]. You nearly choked on your own breath as you felt the muscles in your lower stomach start to flinch and twist into knots. Miguel panted before he rested his forehead on yours. “You gonna cum hermosa, hm? Cum all over my leg like a good little puta?” the older man rumbled [beautiful; slut]. You nodded, your other hand desperately clutching his curling his shoulder. 

“Yes!” you cried out as you threw your head back. He smirked against your pulse, his hands pulling your body impossibly closer to his leg. 

“Cum for me, hermosa,” he growled before sinking his teeth into your shoulder [beautiful]. You wailed into his chest as your inner walls spasmed, your hips bucking wildly as your orgasm tore you to shreds. Your pace faltered as your body was overcome with bliss, your skin glistening with sweat as Miguel kissed the fresh bite-mark adorning your skin. Your hand still gripped his shaft as you floated back down from your high.

“You did so well…” he praised, his voice lingering a little as he placed his hand over yours. You slowed your movement over his cock as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. 

"Now...get on the floor and show those pretty tits of yours,” Miguel growled, his cheeks flush as he licked the corner of his mouth. You released a shaky breath as you slowly climbed onto the floor, your knees sinking into the soft rug as you kept your legs spread. You gazed up at him, his fucked out face nearly sending you over the edge again as he furiously jerked himself off, his swollen tip ready to burst. 

You gave him a wry smirk before you parted your lips and stuck out your tongue. Miguel scrunched his nose as his hips snapped forward, his warm cum trailing over your breasts and all the way up to your cheek. You moaned as you felt some of it splash against your wet tongue, savoring the salty taste of his seed. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he rasped as he clenched his hair with his other hand, his cock twitching out the last few ropes of his spend as you jiggled your tits for him. Your legs trembled beneath you as you watched him fall back into his chair, his large chest heaving as he let his cock soften in his hand. It twitched when you showed him the stripe of cum on your tongue before you gulped it down. 

“Zorra traviesa,” he husked [Naughty fox]. You pressed your hands onto his knees as you shuffled forward, your cum-soaked tits nearly brushing over his legs. He cocked a brow as you leaned forward, catching the head of his cock between your lips as you suckled on it. Miguel hissed between gritted teeth as his thighs clenched beneath you. You gazed into his eyes as you swirl your tongue around his tip. The intoxicating saltiness lingered on your wet muscle as you licked him clean, his hands slowly stroking your hair as his breathing slowed. 

“You’re really something else, (Y/N),” he panted. You released your mouth from his cock with a wet “pop” as you slipped away. You flinched when you felt him rest a hand on your shoulder. “Please, let me,” he said softly as he grabbed some tissues nearby. Your entire body burned as he wiped away his spend from your body. A gentle yet solemn look graced his features as he finished cleaning you up. 

“Ahí tienes,” he said before swiping his thumb along your bottom lip [There you go]. You felt your heart sink a little as you glanced at the clock, your hour with him soon coming to a close. “I believe these are yours,” Miguel smirked as he held your clothes in his hand.

You blushed and smiled as you took them from him. You turned around, making sure you glance over your shoulder as you gave him a full view of your ass. Miguel raised his brow as he slung one of his arms over the chair, his eyes roaming over your backside. Your hands shook a little as you began to redress yourself…your brows raised as you noticed that your thong was missing. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you another one,” Miguel chuckled as you whipped your head around. His eyes were half-lidded and damn-near glazed over as he handed you your bag. He shuffled in place for a bit before picking at something in his side pocket. “Do you have any plans tonight?” he asked. You blinked and shook your head. 

“Just doing some homework,” you breathed, your heartbeat picking up again as he stared at you with a hungry gaze. You squealed when he stepped forward and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

“Good…because I don’t want anyone interrupting the little surprise I have for you later,” he smirked against your mouth.

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Welcome to Family Video!

hey there! i was wondering when you were going to be back, we've had a new genre come in, it's an acquired taste but hopefully you'll really enjoy it! oh and also steve said he has a "personal recommendation" for you, he's over by the rom-com section if you want to go and see him? ;)

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beyond ch.5 by @abibliophobiaa

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dad steve blurb by @luveline

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fuck about it by @stvharrngton *

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[aenhanse]

Miguel O'Hara/Spider-Man 2099 in Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023)

[seidraikiri]

⚜️TITLE: DOUBT TRUTH TO BE A LIAR

⚜️RATING: T

⚜️WC: 4,1k

⚜️TAGS: Possessive Behaviour, Obsessive Behaviour, Dark! Miguel O'Hara, Stalker Behaviour.

AO3

summary: Everything has a plan when it comes to Miguel.

[noorthehood]

Until You • 05

Miguel O'Hara/Reader

Ch. 01 Here

Ch. 02 Here

Ch. 03 Here

Ch. 04 Here

Faster updates on Ao3!

With a glimpse of a futuristic cityscape and an encounter with a Spiderman seemingly much different from the one you’re used to, you unknowingly find yourself thrust into a web of intrigue and danger as the very fabric of space and time is warping. Who will you trust?

........………………………….…………………......................

“They’re calling me what?”

Your words reverberate through the bustling cafeteria, drawing the attention of the Spider-Society members immersed in their daily routines. The chatter around you momentarily subsides as heads turn in your direction while Lyla’s virtual figure flickers with her every laugh, clearly taking great delight in the affronted look on your face.

“Come on! It’s not like they’re saying it to cuss you out.” She begins. “Try to look at it as…a pet name that fits your circumstances.”

You finish the last bite of your burger, discreetly glancing around to ensure no one is overhearing your conversation with the ever-teasing AI.

“Well, pet name or not, I don’t know how I feel about having hundreds of Spider-people refer to me as ‘Temp’.” You whisper. “What is this, an office drama?”

Seemingly unfazed by your skepticism, she takes on a robotic and lifeless tone, her movements mimicking those of a clunky mechanical robot.

"'Temp' is short for temporary, symbolizing your presence in our dimension as a temporary occurrence. It is a way for the Spider-Society members to acknowledge and categorize your unique situation in a comedic and friendly light. Please try not to take it personally." 

You roll your eyes and let out a resigned sigh, realizing that Lyla is determined to have her fun at your expense. Taking a sip from your drink, you decide to shift the conversation back to what you were discussing before she had let you know of the nickname issue.

“Alright, alright, we get it Tin Man. Now, let’s go back to what we were talking about before my drink coincidentally happens to find its way into your GPU.”

On cue with your threat, she quickly adjusts her projection to display a small holographic interface, complete with visual aids and data streams, preparing to resume her description of the inner workings of the 2099 metropolis of Nueva York.

Over the past few days, a peculiar bond had formed between you and Lyla; although she initially seemed wary of an outsider infiltrating the tightly-knit facility, you could tell the advanced AI had finally warmed up to your presence. Once you were granted permission to roam around the Spider-Society HQ, courtesy of Jessica Drew's intervention, Lyla became your designated companion and monitor—when her boss didn’t need her support elsewhere, that is. This idea proved particularly useful, as you would no longer have to go through that bulky Spiderman for your more personal daily needs. 

While her primary purpose was to ensure your safety and well-being, she went above and beyond her assigned duties; Lyla became your guide, your confidant, and even your source of entertainment. You just knew that your boring old smartphone would never be able to compete once you’d be back in your home dimension.

But beyond all of that, you knew that it was Lyla’s presence itself that had been keeping you from going insane between those walls. 

While there were a few friendly Spider-people who would engage in casual conversations, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being an outsider. After all, they were superhumans who had their responsibilities and duties to attend to, and you were just a temporary visitor in their realm of heroism. There was an invisible barrier that separated you, making it difficult to truly connect on a deeper level—or perhaps that from experience, despite their desire to befriend you, they were the ones that felt compelled to keep their distance so as not to bring you closer than you already were to their world of precarity. 

Could that explain why the Spiderman hadn’t come to check on you since the go-home machine incident?

You shake the thought off your mind.

“Are you still listening or am I wasting my RAM here?”

Lyla’s voice quickly brings you back to reality as you blink a few times, eyes returning on the holographic projection she had created of one of the city’s vertical car tunnels.

“Oh—Yeah, sorry, I mean—” You stammer, trying to come up with an excuse. “I was just…thinking about how much I would love to see the city with my own two eyes instead of through projections or from the windows, you know.”

That wasn’t a lie; you truly did find yourself captivated by the vision of this futuristic ‘Nueva York’—it's a far cry from the familiar streets and buildings of your respective New York. Everything Lyla had told you about the advanced transportation system, the breakthroughs in regenerative medicine, and the incredible architectural wonders that were out there just piqued your curiosity all the more—had it not been that you were being constantly monitored, you probably would have tried to sneak out and get a feel for it yourself.

“Yeah, well,” She says, adjusting her comically large heart-shaped glasses. “I wish I could show you firsthand, but the circumstances don’t exactly allow for it.”

“Yeah, I know. No hard feelings.” You let out a wistful sigh, acknowledging the limitations of your current situation. “Thanks for allowing me to get a glimpse of it through you, though.”

Lyla looks at you in silence for a few moments, as if she was trying to find the right words to make you feel better about your circumstances. The silence stretches, creating a tangible weight in the air before she finally begins to speak.

"It's…not all utopia, you know." She finally says. The cafeteria buzzes with activity around you, but her somber tone draws your focus entirely to her. "As advanced and dazzling as this place may seem, it’s not without its flaws.” 

The once playful companion now wears a more serious facade, and you can't help but feel a pang of concern.

“There is a stark divide between the privileged elite and the disenfranchised, those who have access to the advancements and benefits of this society…and those who are left behind."

She pauses, her holographic figure tilting slightly as if trying to convey the depth of the issue. The projections around her shift to display images of gleaming skyscrapers towering above shanty towns and overcrowded streets.

"The rapid progress and technological marvels have come at a price," Lyla continues. "Mega-corporations such as Alchemax wield tremendous power, their influence reaching into every aspect of society; they control resources, shape public opinion, and even dictate the very fabric of people's lives."

You find yourself drawn deeper into Lyla's words, the holographic projections becoming windows into a reality far more complex than you had imagined. Scenes of protests, clashes, and the shadows of corporate dominance flicker before your eyes, painting a picture of a society grappling with its own contradictions.

Lyla's gaze shifts from the projections to meet your eyes, her virtual body perched on the edge of your table. The room seems to quiet down around you—or maybe your brain was playing tricks on you to help you grasp the gravity of the moment.

"There's a lot of darkness beneath the glossy surface, a side of this place that I haven't shared with you until now. And, maybe…" She hesitates. "...Maybe that's one of the reasons why he is so determined to find a way to get you out of here quickly."

You raise your eyebrows at that statement.

It takes a moment to absorb her words; of course, you knew that no city came without its downsides. But in a world like this, a world that seemed so utopian, so clean and rid of imperfections—it was somehow disheartening to know that the greediness of human nature could persist even when it has the opportunity not to.

“I suppose that’s why even a place like this needs its Spiderman, huh.” You scoff lightly, then pause for a few seconds. “Say, Lyla…”

“Hm?” Her virtual gaze meets yours inquisitively as the projections behind her dissipate.

Your voice drops lower as you lean in closer to her, ensuring your conversation remains private.

“Does he...you know,” You hesitate slightly, unsure of how to word things. “Get notified of everything I ask you?”

Lyla raises an eyebrow.

"Not unless it compromises anyone's safety," she assures you, her voice carrying a hint of playful mischief. "But if you ask me to show you any weird stuff, I might just snitch for funsies."

"No—God, no, it's not like that," You hurriedly clarify as you shake your head. Lyla crosses her arms and looks at you skeptically, her virtual glasses perched on her nose.

"I mean, he does have full access to the record, of course," Lyla admits. "But that's hours and hours of conversation that he'd have to skim through every day. Trust me, he's got better things to do."

"I see," you reply, the tension in your shoulders easing.

Lyla continues to study you, her virtual gaze fixed on your face, as if she senses there's more to your question. With a subtle movement of her hand, she prompts you to elaborate.

You stay silent for a moment. There was something you had been meaning to address, a lingering curiosity that had been growing within you for the better part of your stay at the HQ.

“Could you…tell me more about Spiderman?”

She raises her eyebrows in surprise.

“Depends. What would you like to know?”

“I…I’m not sure.” You stammer. “The gist of it, I guess.”

“The gist of it, huh.” A mischievous smile tugs on her lips. “Well, there are limitations to my programming when it comes to the disclosure of sensitive information about anyone at HQ, as you probably have guessed already.”

You nod, acknowledging the obvious.

“Yeah, of course, sorry I ever asked—”

“But.”  Lyla interrupts you and quickly appears closer to your face, a finger raised in the air. “I can tell you something interesting I’ve noticed lately.”

The sassy AI sure knew how to pique your curiosity. You cross your arms in anticipation.

“I’m listening.”

Lyla smirks and looks around before taking a seat on your shoulder.

"Well, one thing you have to know about our Spiderman here is that he is stubborn as a mule," She starts with a tinge of simulated exasperation. "This whole vigilante thing, it's like a drug to him. Nothing else matters more than doing what he believes is right, even if it means going against the grain."

You slowly uncross your arms as the AI keeps on going.

“Ever since he…became the way he is,” She hesitates, searching for the right words, “He’s always been driven by this deep sense of responsibility—always shouldering the weight of the world on his back without ever counting on anyone else to help carry the load. Maybe he sees it as a sort of atonement for the things he’s done, I’m not sure.” Lyla's expression softened, her digital eyes conveying a sense of fondness. 

“He’s not like most Spider-People in this building, you know. He doesn’t get much recognition at all, or even…deal with the public. With or without the mask.”

She pauses as you process her words.

“But ever since you got here, or rather ever since he took you out of that machine,” Her eyes look up into yours. “I’ve noticed he’s gotten…How could I say—softer?”

Your eyes widen at her words, struggling to comprehend the implications. 

“What do you…” You chuckle. “Nah, I haven’t seen him since I set foot in the go-home machine, and our interactions have been brief at best—”

“You haven’t seen him since that day. He, on the other hand, has been watching over you for the past ten days. You knew that, didn’t you?” She chimes in. “Maybe he feels guilty for what he made you go through back there, maybe he sees a reflection of himself in you. Someone who’s been thrust against their will into a world they don't really understand.”

The image of that imposing, stoic masked man allowing himself to ‘soften’ in your presence is both bewildering and unbelievable to you. Lyla's eyes meet yours, a warm smile playing on her lips. 

"Sometimes, it's the most unexpected connections that have the most profound impact," She says softly. "Maybe he sees in you a glimmer of the humanity he thought he'd lost."

Before you could formulate a response, a notification appears on Lyla's communication interface, accompanied by a rhythmic beeping. She glances at the notification and mutters ‘gotta take that’ before she vanishes from your shoulder, leaving you alone with your swirling thoughts.

Leaning back in your chair, the weight of Lyla's words settles on your mind like a heavy cloak. The revelation that Spiderman had been watching over you didn't come as a surprise; it was part of the reason you had devised the whole psychological warfare plan while you were still confined in your quarters. But for Lyla to suggest that your mere presence had impacted him in some way…

You mull over the implications of her words, tracing the lines of the man’s solitary existence. How isolated must he be to find solace in the presence of a complete stranger? The idea that your arrival could have softened his hardened resolve tugs at your heartstrings, evoking a mix of empathy and compassion—you can't help but wonder what it must be like to carry the burden he bears. 

The man’s image flashes in your mind. You can almost see the weight of the world etched on his shoulders, the weariness in his gaze—though you’d never seen them, you still wondered what stories his eyes held. Would it be bad to wonder what type of man lies under the mask? What sort of scars, seen and unseen, you would find under his suit?

‘No.’ You stop your mind from wandering further. ‘That’s inappropriate.’

You take a deep breath, attempting to push aside those intrusive thoughts as a sense of internal conflict washes over you. 

“Speaking of the blue devil.” Lyla’s voice brings you back to reality once again, her figure instantly rematerializing in front of your eyes. “Looks like he’s heading back from a field mission after hearing the latest news going around HQ.”

“News?” You furrow your eyebrows inquisitively. “What news?”

Lyla smirks and crosses her arms as she savors the moment of anticipation before delivering the information.

“Seems like your little friend has finally woken up."

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“You might just be the least athletic person I have ever had the misfortune to meet in all my years of activity.” 

Leaning against the wall, you struggle to catch your breath, your lungs still heaving from the exertion of navigating the unconventional layout of the Spider-Society HQ. Lyla's condescending remark lingers in the air, stinging with a touch of truth—it was no secret that physical prowess was not your strong suit after working an office job for the past couple of years, especially in a place teeming with people who could soar through the air or scale walls with ease.

"Well, probably because I am the least athletic person you've met in your years of activity; you work with superhumans!" you retort, gasping for air between words. "And whose idea was it to build some of the floors upside down anyway? Again, there is no way this is up to building code!"

"Most people here usually just swing from place to place," she remarks casually, as if swinging from webs is a universally accepted mode of transportation. 

You slump down the wall, grateful for the support it provides, fanning yourself with your hands in an attempt to alleviate the heat radiating from your flushed face. 

As soon as Lyla had informed you of the other woman's awakening, your instinct to check up on her immediately kicked in. It felt like the natural thing to do, drawing from your experience as a volunteer member of the office emergency response team back home—a role that, admittedly, does look good on a resume. You and the other woman were stranded in this strange and futuristic world, and in each other's presence, you could potentially find a semblance of familiarity, a connection amidst the unknown.

Of course, your motivations were entirely altruistic, driven solely by the desire to ensure her well-being and offer support in this perplexing predicament. It had nothing to do with the fact that you were eager to see Spiderman after over a week of no contact. 

Absolutely nothing. 

Right?

You promptly try to shake off the thought. Maybe you were still overthinking what Lyla had told you about him earlier. But for now, your primary focus should lie exclusively on the well-being of your fellow castaway.

With a final heave, you push yourself off the wall facing the large gate of the infirmary, mustering the strength to stand upright. Taking a deep breath, you shoot a determined gaze at Lyla.

"Alright, C-3PO." You declare theatrically. “Let’s go check on my—.”

“What are you doing here, exactly?”

You jolt in surprise at the deep voice emanating from behind you. Quickly turning on your heels, you find yourself face to face with the towering man who had been the subject of most of your thoughts for the past hour or so, arms tightly crossed on his chest, looking at you through his intimidating yet somehow familiar mask. 

“Oh.” You manage to let out, your heart rate quickening. “I…I could ask you the same thing.”

“I work here.” He responds matter-of-factly, his tone carrying a hint of confusion. Lyla materializes next to him, her digital form bearing a mischievous smile.

You mentally berate yourself for the nonsensical remark. What were you even trying to say?

“I mean—” You stammer, attempting to regain your composure as you lean against the nearby wall. “Haven’t seen you around in a minute. Or since I got here, really.”

He sure knew how to hold eye contact.

"Some of us are busy working," he states, taking a step toward the entrance of the infirmary. "Just like others are busy vandalizing private property."

You scoff, trailing behind him as you try to keep up with his brisk pace.

“What you call vandalizing, I call peacefully protesting. And I’ve apologized already, haven’t I?”

“Yelling ‘sue me’ through the intercom isn’t exactly the definition of apologizing, is it?” He retorts, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

You follow him through a long white hall with large windows on one side as he checks some information on his complex-looking watch, aided by Lyla.

"Fine, maybe I haven't formally apologized," you concede, maintaining your quick stride while skillfully evading a few Spider-People approaching from the opposite direction. "But let's not forget that you haven't apologized to me either for confining me to a room for an entire week! Yet, you don't see me complaining, do you?"

“Seems to me like you are complaining right now.”

"And rightfully so!" you retort, your voice laced with frustration.

With a sigh, he abruptly halts, causing you to nearly collide into his back. You look up and find yourself facing a large glass wall, beyond which lies the woman you've come to see, lying in her pristine white infirmary bed. Her gaze is fixed on the view beyond the window to her left.

"Listen," the man begins, turning to face the same direction as you. "Right now, all I'm trying to do is find a way to send you home as soon as possible. So if this conversation can wait, I need to speak with your friend and see if she can provide any leads on where to start. Understood?"

You stare at him in silence for a few seconds.

“Wait, you… you mean you’re gonna go in there to talk to her? Right now?”

He turns his head towards you, confusion etched on his masked face.

“Is there a problem?”

Unable to contain your amusement, you burst into laughter, much to his dismay.

“You’ve got this strange habit of laughing after I say something completely normal, you know that? What the shock is so funny?”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I just hope you’ve got a few extra doses of that tranquilizer on hand, you know—for when she turns around and loses her mind when she sees a ten-foot-tall masked man in a blue spandex suit at her bedside and thinks she’s getting dragged to purgatory.” Tilting your head, you give him a wry smile. “If your plan is to send her right back into a coma, go right ahead.”

Lyla flickers into existence next to you, her hands on her hips, chiming in with a nod of agreement.

“She’s got a point.” 

He stares at you for a moment, then at the glass wall facing him.

“What do you suggest, then?”

“That I be the one to go in there and talk to her.” A surge of determination fuels your words as you take a step closer to him, your eyes locking onto his hidden gaze. 

He looks back at you, holding eye contact against his better judgment. Has he seen your face from so close before? Of course he did, he’d carried you in his arms twice in the span of two days when you had first arrived. And whenever time allowed it, he would monitor your quarters to watch for any potential glitch or anomalous event—he had seen and heard plenty of you. 

Yet his gaze wanders, tracing the contours of your slightly flushed cheeks, the fluttering of your eyelashes, and the shape of your lips. These were the subtle details that surveillance cameras could never quite capture, and they held a captivating allure when observed up close. But amidst all these visual observations, one thing captivates him more than anything else.

Your scent.

It's not the fragrance of your perfume or the smell of your clothes. It's your natural scent, the essence that is uniquely yours. He had noticed it lingering around the headquarters, surfacing in his senses shortly after your arrival, and it inexplicably clung to him throughout the day—even after he retreated to the solace of his own home. The aroma was unfamiliar to him, yet strangely soothing.

The weight of his unspoken response lingers in the air, the silence stretching between you. However, the moment is interrupted by Lyla, who breaks the stillness with a snap of her virtual fingers and a prompt reminder of the task at hand.

“Earth to Spiderman.” Lyla chimes in, her voice bringing him back to the present. “So? What do you say, big guy?”

He takes a step back, his gaze shifting away from yours, as if attempting to regain his composure.

“Yeah, sure. I don’t see why not.” He finally responds, his voice slightly gruff as he clears his throat.

Lyla raises her eyebrows, expressing her surprise at his quick compliance. You shoot him a satisfied smile.

“I knew you had some common sense hidden under that scary mask of yours.”

You start walking towards the sliding door of the woman’s room, but are promptly stopped by a firm hand on your shoulder. 

“Wait.”

You turn your head to face him with an inquisitive frown, expecting a change of mind, but are rather met with what you recognize as an expression of concern.

“Listen, I…I trust you’ll do good in there. ” He pauses, his hand softly resting on your shoulder as he looks down at you. “But if anything feels off…I need you to let me know. Immediately.”

The concern in his voice resonates within you. It's evident that his words extend beyond the mere well-being of the woman in the room; there's a vulnerability in his voice that suggests he cares more than he's letting on. Remembering what Lyla had mentioned earlier about Spiderman's solitary existence and his reluctance to rely on others, you can't help but wonder if he sees in you someone he can trust, someone he can confide in—even if just for this moment.

You're tempted to lean into his touch, to let yourself be enveloped by the warmth and comfort it promises. But you swiftly pull back, reminding yourself of the boundaries and the temporary nature of your alliance. You know that indulging in these fleeting emotions could complicate matters and distract you from the task at hand.

You give him a small smile, hoping to ease the tension in the air. "Pinky promise," you say playfully, raising your pinky finger in a gesture of camaraderie.

A faint unseen smile tugs at the corner of his lips, hidden behind the mask, as he hooks his pinky finger around yours, sealing the unspoken agreement between you.

He nods in acknowledgement, but the concern in his eyes remains. It's almost as if he's reluctant to let you go, to entrust you with this task. But you reassure yourself that it's merely his sense of responsibility, his desire to ensure everyone's safety, that drives his concern.

"Better keep to your word." He steps back slightly as if to maintain a respectful distance.

Before either of you can say anything else, Lyla's voice breaks the spell, reminding you of your initial purpose.

"If you keep this going any longer she’s gonna go to sleep again.”

You nervously wipe your palms on your jumpsuit in anticipation and slowly make your way to the door. You shoot one last look at the Spiderman, stiffly standing in front of the entrance with arms crossed. He gives you one last nod before you make your way inside the room.

“I’m counting on you, Temp.”

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A.N: Phew, longest chapter so far (I haven't slept in weeks). Felt like delving more into YN's relationship with Lyla as well as fleshing out Nueva York a bit—as I told a reader on Ao3, it seems a lot of people who've only seen ATSV think of Nueva York as a sort of solar-punk utopia of the future, while it's actually pretty messed up from up close.

Hope y'all like playing with fire cause the slow burn is burning!

As always, faster updates on Ao3!!!

[thenonweeknd]

Miguel O'Hara Imagine

(NOTE: Reader! Is Miguel O'Hara's assistant! Coworker! AU)

(Pt.1 below! This is Pt. 2!)

(TW!: Use of F word, dirty thoughts, drinking!)

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You were stirred awake by a gruff and charming voice, knowing fully well who it was. Your eyes open slightly, revealing him. You sigh.

He is not the first thing I want to see when I wake up.

You thought to yourself, grumbling as you stretch and are slowly pulled out of slumber. You must've landed at your destination. His voice rings through your ears.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty. We're here."

You roll your eyes and stand up, tossing him back his blazer that fell off your legs. He scoffs and takes it, patting it with his wide hands and putting it on again. You remembered how possessive he was in that moment, looking as if he wanted to strangle you for not listening to him and snapping back. You both exit the jet first, followed by security and servants. You can hear whispers from every corner, mostly asking if you were his partner. Your cheeks flush red at the thought, your feet walking faster to keep up with his long strides.

He sees you looking around at all the gossiping people, instinctively putting his arm around you in a protective manor.

"Don't bother listening to them. They're jealous."

You nod in response, leaning into his side. His ringed fingers tap against your shoulder, rippling your shirt and making you shiver. Eventually, you two make it to the baggage claim. His blue suitcase comes around and he grabs it. You tap your foot against the ground as many of your bags come around. He counted…6 bags? He turned to look at you as his few servants grab your bags.

"Do you really need 6 bags?"

You glance at him through the corner of your eye, glaring at him as if he offended you. He chuckles lowly as his servants carry the heavy bags. Without a word, you and him walk across the overhead bridge and wait outside for his driver. You scroll on your phone mindlessly, not taking notice of him staring at you. You were so perfectly shaped to him. Curvy and smooth skin, supple hips and thighs that he'd love to hold in his palms. Your sharp and bright eyes that were usually trained on anything but him. He loved it all.

A black limo pulls up in front of you two and he steps forward to open the door for you. You smile gently at him, a warm feeling filling your cheeks and stomach. You step into the limo and sit on the back couch. You cross your legs and reach over to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. He gets into the limo across from you, gesturing for the driver to go. The car starts to drive and you hand him a glass of wine. He smiles charmingly and takes the glass, his wide fingers brushing against yours.

God, you thought. What could those hands do to me?

"I don't know, what do you want me to do to you?"

Your eyes snap up towards him as a sudden realization hits you. You said that out loud. Your face flushes red and you're quick to defend yourself as a smirk spreads across his face.

"I-I didn't mean to say that! Fuck, I'm sorry! I didn't mean too,"

You babble on, his smirk only growing wider. He sets his glass down and leans forward, spreading his legs and resting his elbows on his knees.

"Are you going to answer my question?"

[thiccpettybitch]

🕸 Bitter Sweet - Ch. 8 Miguel O’hara x F!Reader 🕸

I already had the idea of a Miguel POV, but an anon ask made me pull through! Please enjoy: a day in the life of Miguel O'Hara – Spiderman.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Jerkin’ yer gerkin’, Minors DNI!

Ah~ New York at night!

The dark night sky illuminated the city lights, with cars honking as people enjoyed their Friday evening - some heading out for a night on the town, while others were making their way home. Pizza joints lined every other street, and food trucks tempted passersby with fresh falafel and tacos.

Miguel crouched on a rooftop, the aroma of a fresh pizza slice with a side of icy Pepsi making his stomach growl. But alas, he was on the clock, well... kind of.

He leaped off the roof, catching a glimpse of a man running on the pavement, crashing into a woman carrying her groceries, and sending her to the ground, cursing. Landing in front of the man, Miguel made him dig his heels into the ground, but it didn't help much, as the man slammed straight into him and fell on his ass.

"Sp-Spiderman?! Look, man, it's not what it looks like!" he stammered, trying to explain.

"That was rude of you. Why don’t you get up and help that lady back on her feet?" Miguel remarked sternly. The man appeared confused and scared, and Miguel almost felt a twinge of sympathy, almost.

Turning around, he glanced at the woman and her scattered groceries on the pavement, then back at Miguel. The man managed a sheepish smile, slowly getting up and walking over to the woman, his hands trembling slightly.

"I’m sorry, ma’am, m-my bad!" The man apologized, extending his hand. The woman scowled at him, about to smack his hand away, when she saw Spiderman approaching them from behind the man.

"Get your stu- Spiderman!" she exclaimed, swiftly snatching the man's hand and pulling herself up, causing him to stumble and fall forward on his face.

"Oh my god! My son is such a big fan! Do you mind if I get a selfie?" she excitedly asked.

"Of course, ma’am," Miguel answered, wrapping his arm around her and leaning in close to pose for the selfie. "What’s your son's name?"

"Marcus," the woman answered, passing him the phone.

Miguel held the phone up above them, clicking record as he filmed the two of them. He pulled the woman close, causing her to let out a small giggle.

"Hey Marcus! I’m here with your lovely mom; she’s out here helping me fight crime! She’s a real angel, and you're lucky to have such a tough mom! Make sure you tell her how much you love her this week!" he said warmly into the camera.

"And help take out the trash!" she quipped in, smiling up at him.

Miguel chuckled and turned to the camera again, "And the trash, of course! Very important! Stay safe out there!"

Miguel handed her the phone back, making some jokes and small talk while the guy was on the ground, collecting her groceries back into her bags. Once he was finished and once again apologized, she just gave him a dirty look but accepted the apology. Miguel grabbed him by the collar, tossed him up in the air, and webbed him up onto a lamp post, asking the woman to dial 911 as he was a known bag snatcher.

The woman looked on in shock, nodding her head before saying goodbye and thanks as Miguel webbed onto a building and swung away, off to the next one.

On another rooftop, he had a view down at the city below. A group of girls was piling around a food truck, giggling and cheering as they all received some much-needed gyros with extra garlic sauce, judging by the smell of it. Miguel's stomach growled again, and he forced himself to look away, observing a woman pulling a small child along. The girl seemed too excited by a woman with a dog walking past them to keep up with her mom.

Miguel webbed onto another building, swiftly swinging a few blocks, his eyes scanning around for anything out of order. He stopped on another rooftop, an apartment building with air conditioners on every window. Using his hand, he landed near a window, placing a hand on one of the air conditioners to peek down at the local corner shop.

Inside the kitchen of the apartment next to him sat a small girl eating her dinner. She grimaced down at a piece of broccoli, moving it aside with her fork, while her mother stood by the sink doing the dishes. The girl glanced up and did a double-take, her eyes widening with excitement. She pointed at him and was about to turn to her mother when Miguel brought a finger up to his masked face, motioning for her to keep quiet.

She nodded enthusiastically, smiling wide with one of her front teeth missing. Miguel gave her a small wave, pointing at her broccoli and rubbing his stomach. She frowned a bit shaking her head, that was until he brought up his arms, flexing them to show off his muscles, and then pointed at the broccoli again. The girl lit up, nodding and swooping the broccoli up, eating it whole. The little girl flexed her own arm and grinned up at him.

Miguel smiled, waving to her before leaping off the building, webbing onto another one and slowly lowering himself to the ground. Quietly, he opened the door, his hand clutching around the bell that would announce someone entering the building. He maneuvered inside, watching as the cashier held his hands up, a gun pointed at his chest.

"Put the damn money in the damn bag!" the masked man yelled, using his gun to urge the cashier to hurry up.

"Okay, okay! Please don’t-" the cashier stammered, but suddenly froze, staring past the robber, which caused him to flare his gun around again.

"Hey, what did I tell you?! What are you staring at..."

As the robber turned around, his eyes started from Miguel's feet and slowly made their way up to his masked head, watching as he towered over him. Miguel snatched the gun from the man's hand, throwing it behind him, and then grabbed the man by his collar, pulling him close to his face.

"Boo," Miguel said, with a mischievous grin.

---

The cashier waved as Miguel swung past him, off to another rooftop. The robber was webbed onto the store's wall, and sirens in the distance were closing in.

Perched on a tall building, Miguel pulled out his phone and began scrolling, thankful that the touch screen still responded to his touch with the suit on. Sighing quietly, he scrolled through some of his messages – a few selfies from Reilly showing off his gym time, six from Peter B with a request to go out for pizza (more like, "Can we go out to eat, and you pay?"), but he didn't mind.

When there wasn't any commotion or signs of trouble, he continued scrolling, choosing to browse through some social media. Swiping a few times, he chuckled to himself when he saw a Duolingo meme, shaking his head. Maybe he'd show you that tomorrow.

Switching over to his contacts, he swiped through them, stopping when he reached the letter that your name began with. A small frown formed on his face. He turned off his phone and clipped it back under his suit – an uncomfortable but necessary location.

He could have just sent that to you if he had your number.

"Ey! Give me your phone so I can send you a meme," he practiced to himself.

Nope.

"Give me your number so I can send you homework if you’re sick," he contemplated. But you came to class on time and weren't sick often, so it's not like he'd need to check in on you.

No, that's too out of nowhere.

Miguel shook his head, glancing around the city below him. The eyes on his mask narrowed as his eyebrows furrowed.

"May I... have your number?" he practiced, the words slipping out tentatively.

Sliding off the ledge, Miguel began pacing back and forth, speaking to himself, his arms motioning as he spoke.

‘’May i-‘’

Too formal

"May... Can I have your number? Do you want to give me your number?" Miguel muttered, feeling the words coming out awkwardly and forced.

Why did it sound so strange when he said it outloud?

Swinging around and using both hands, he pointed in front of him, trying to inject some confidence into his demeanor. "I'M SPIDERMAN, GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER!"

But it didn't work. He hung his head, dropping his arms to his sides in defeat.

Sigh... why is it so difficult?

Miguel's head whipped around as he heard shouting, jumping up on the ledge and perching, he looked around, trying to focus on the sound. A few buildings away, he honed in on a small takeout place. Miguel could make out a man hunched over a counter with a bloodied brow and a gun pressed against his temple.

Leaping off the building, he webbed his way to the building opposite the shop, scanning the scene. Three men held the man at gunpoint, money already in hand, and they continued shouting at him. Miguel quickly webbed onto a nearby building, swinging and gaining momentum. He took a quick turn, flipping in the air, and shot forward, sliding through the open door at the front, making everyone inside jump.

"Bro, I told you we should have just left!" one of the masked men said, throwing his hands up in the air and stepping back.

"Don’t fucking move, man, we got this!" said another man, the one holding a gun to the owner's head.

The third one just stood there; silently watching everything play out.

"Let’s all relax, no need for anyone to get hurt," Miguel said, raising his arms slightly and motioning for them to calm down.

"Man, don’t fucking move, or I’m popping the old man," the one with the gun warned, pressing it against the owner's temple, causing him to beg for his life in Spanish.

"No need for that. Tell you what? You let the man go, and I’ll let you walk out of here, no problem," Miguel assured, holding his hand up higher.

"Nah, you’ll just follow us. You gotta, like, cuff yourself to the store or something!" the nervous one said, pacing back and forth between the two other masked men.

"Cuff? Bro, he’s Spiderman! He don't got no fucking cuffs!" the one with the gun said, looking over at the nervous one.

"What? You never seen Batman do that? He's got, like, a belt with all doo dats!" the nervous one retorted.

"Bro, first off; it’s not 'doo dats,' it’s his Bat-Arsenal! You know, like gadgets and equipment, and shit! Second, SHUT THE FUCK UP, RICHIE! YOU IDIOT!"

The nervous guy gasped, mouth agape, throwing his hands up in the air and hanging his head back. He walked around the room, looking around in disbelief.

"BRUH! You just used my name in front of Batman!!!" he exclaimed.

"HE'S SPIDERMAN!" the man with the gun yelled back.

The man with the gun spun around, yelling at the nervous guy, who yelled back, both of them about to throw hands. The silent one just looked up at Miguel and shrugged.

Miguel webbed onto the gun, pulling it towards him and catching it. All three of the masked men stopped, slowly turning their heads to Miguel, silently staring at him. He tossed the gun to the owner, who caught it and froze. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.

"Heh... uhm, so-" Miguel began, trying to break the awkward silence.

They all charged towards the owner, and Miguel sprung into action, getting to him first and lifting him over the counter to safety. He urged him to call the police before turning to the three masked men. Miguel skillfully dodged two hits from the angry one and the nervous one, retaliating by smacking the angry one in the face and kicking the nervous one into the silent one.

The angry one managed to land a punch, but he was swiftly kicked in the face as Miguel executed a backflip in the air. The nervous one stopped mid-charge, letting out a yelp as he watched Miguel's smooth movements. Miguel capitalized on the opportunity and smacked him in the face, knocking him out. Meanwhile, the silent one charged at Miguel, attempting a punch, but his fist was caught mid-strike. Miguel pulled him in, delivering a powerful smack that sent his face into the counter.

All three of them lay on the floor, groaning in pain. Miguel webbed them together, leaving them incapacitated on the floor.

"¡Muchas gracias, Spiderman! You really saved my ass!" The owner awkwardly stepped over the group, grabbing the sack of money from the floor.

"No problem, sir. Happy to help! Are you sure you're okay? You're bleeding," Miguel said, concern in his voice.

"Huh?" The man reached up and touched the cut, hissing and mumbling in Spanish as he brought his hand down and looked at the blood on his fingers. "Ay... mi mujer me va a matar."

Miguel chuckled and shook his head, "I think she'll just be happy to have you come home."

They both froze, Miguel going rigid with an 'oh shit!' look on his face under the mask.

"¿Eres hispano? ¿Spiderman es hispano?" the man asked excitedly as he made his way over to him.

"I- no… uh- no, I just-"

"No te preocupes, tu secreto está a salvo conmigo, Spiderman."

The man said, clasping his shoulder with a warm smile on his face. Miguel was about to say something when his stomach spoke for him, a loud growl echoing in the quiet room.

After a few minutes, the owner handed him a to-go bag full of some empanadas, the same big smile on his face. Miguel thanked the man and watched speechless as the owner walked over to the three men on the floor, crouching down and feeding them all their own empanadas, scolding them like a father would his naughty children.

"We're sorry…" they all said quietly and shamefully in unison.

"And you!" the man said, pointing up at Miguel, "No more fighting crime on an empty stomach, eh?"

Miguel awkwardly laughed, nodding his head.

"You come back here again, ¿entiendes? Maybe during opening hours though, bring your Pareja, I'll give you a discount!"

Hearing sirens closing in, Miguel saluted the owner, dashing through the door and webbing onto a building, shooting off. The owner chased him out the door, waving him off and yelling after him.

"¡Gracias! Spiderman!"

---

Miguel sat perched on a tall skyscraper, his mask pulled up to his nose as he ate and watched another episode of 'La Reina del Sur.' Reaching into the brown to go bag next to him, he snatched another empanada and eagerly took a big bite, catching some of the juices threatening to spill from the corner of his mouth and licking them up vigorously.

God damn, these are good!

Sirens blared, and Miguel cursed, quickly pausing the video and sliding it under his suit. He awkwardly readjusted it before glancing at the bag with a sad whimper at the last few empanadas left. Then, he leaped off the building, free-falling towards the ground.

Miguel webbed onto a building, swinging through Times Square and landing in the middle of the street just in time to scoop up a woman and leap out of the way of a car speeding through. The woman praised him nonstop, clinging onto him, and he awkwardly had to pry her off. He reassured her that everything was okay as he raced after the car being pursued by several cop cars.

Miguel swiftly webbed onto one of the cop cars as it went by, landing on its roof before using its speed to transition to another one and then another. He peeked down through the passenger window, startling the ride-along, who let out a scream. The captain, who was driving, growled at him, yelling for him not to get involved. However, his tone changed when shots began flying past them.

Both of them stared ahead in shock before Captain Stacy let out a sigh and yelled out, "You mind?" He motioned towards the car, and Miguel nodded, quickly climbing back up onto the car's roof. He smacked his hand against it repeatedly, calling out for them to speed up.

Captain Stacy certainly did. He pushed down on the gas pedal enough that Miguel had to grab onto the roof for stability until they got closer to the car. With a swift motion, Miguel webbed onto a nearby lamppost, letting out a loud "WOOOO!" as he got launched forward and gracefully landed on top of the speeding car.

The man who was halfway out the window aimed his gun at him, but Miguel was too agile and quick to react. With a skillful kick, he knocked the gun out of the man's hand, allowing it to clatter onto the ground, hoping that the approaching police officers would take care of it.

In one fluid motion, he reached in, grabbed the perpetrator by his collar, and effortlessly pulled him out of the car, tossing him to the side. Miguel shot out a web to ensure the man landed safely, and as he glanced up, he witnessed the fugitive being swiftly surrounded and apprehended by the waiting officers.

Miguel gracefully swung himself inside the car through the open window, catching everyone inside off guard. He nodded to the driver through the rearview mirror, flashing a cocky smile behind the mask.

"What the fu-"

"What's up, guys?" The man next to him stared in shock, his head turning between Miguel and the driver, holding a gun in his hand, speechless.

"Yo, you mind if I just-" Miguel swiftly snatched the gun from the man's hand and tossed it into the back, "Yeah, thanks, man! I appreciate it!"

Miguel swiftly incapacitated the guy in the back with one powerful punch, but his triumph was short-lived as the driver suddenly brandished a gun, aiming it at him and pulling the trigger. Thanks to his heightened reflexes, Miguel managed to dodge the bullet just in time, but the deafening gunshot left his ears ringing, reminding him of the danger he was in.

Okay, playtime’s over.

He grabbed the driver's arm and forced it backward, the sickening sound of a bone snapping filling the air as the man screamed in pain. The sudden jolt caused the driver to slam on the brakes, sending both him and Miguel hurtling forward. Miguel crashed through the front windshield, rolling a few feet away from the car, while the driver ended up halfway on the car's hood.

Groaning, Miguel pushed himself up, his hand instinctively going to his side, where he winced in pain.

Wear your seatbelt kiddos.

As he managed to get back on his feet, though still feeling a bit wobbly, Miguel looked up and saw the man sprawled across the car's hood, bloodied and barely conscious. He took a painful step forward, but then another gun was aimed at him, this time by Captain Stacy, who had arrived not far behind.

"Hands up!" the Captain demanded.

Miguel rolled his eyes, shaking his head in both annoyance and disbelief. "Really, Captain? Right now? I just got launched through a window, and that guy—"

"I said hands UP!" Captain Stacy interrupted firmly.

"Captain, this guy needs help!" the ride-along called out from behind them, checking the man's pulse.

Captain Stacy hesitated for a moment, glancing between Miguel and the injured man. Seizing the opportunity, Miguel swiftly webbed onto a nearby building and swung away, making a quick but painful escape. He could hear the Captain swearing after him, but he ignored it, focused on finding a discreet way to get back home without drawing any more attention.

---

He had made it home, carefully pulling his suit off and dropping it on the floor next to his bed. Next, he made his way into the bathroom, wearing only his boxers, and placed a newspaper on the floor before sitting down on the toilet. He grabbed his first aid kit, ignoring the stacks of newspapers in the corner that he used when he shaved his ball-

Not important.

He instead focused on the pieces of glass wedged into his side and forearms, grateful he managed to shield his face from the glass before crashing through it. Using a pair of tweezers, he began picking out the shards of glass and some dirt, hissing as he managed to extract a deep piece, causing his blood to drip down his muscular ribs.

He continued the process, doing the same on his forearm, inspecting himself in the bathroom mirror until he was sure there weren't any shards left. He then jumped into the shower, resting one arm against the shower wall, enjoying the feeling of the water washing over him.

The stinging on his arm and rib had stopped, indicating that he had indeed removed all the glass, and his wounds had started healing on their own. One of the best perks of being Spiderman was his accelerated healing, minimizing the downtime due to injuries.

Rolling his head from side to side, Miguel savored the soothing sensation of warm water cascading down his body, washing away the day's aches and soreness. The comforting flow of the showerhead caressed his chest and streamed down his torso, adding to the relaxing ambiance. As he closed his eyes, a vivid image of you appeared in his mind's eye. You standing there with him, your hair wet and flowing down your shoulders, gazing up at him with rosy cheeks and an enticingly bitten bottom lip.

His eyes shot open, and he was met with an unexpected spray straight to the face, causing him to curse as he frantically rubbed at his eyes, feeling utterly exhausted. Looking down, he allowed the water to cascade down his back, and he directed his gaze towards his hardening dick. A tired expression crossed his face as he contemplated whether the effort was worth it or not. In the end, his dick seemed to make the decision for him, providing a clear answer.

Ooh, yes~

Clasping down around his shaft, he began pumping himself until he was fully hard. He leaned forward, head against the wall, as he continued stroking his cock, eyes closed. He licked his bottom lip as he picked up his phase, imagining you on your knees there, ready to help him out.

He cursed, his eyes screwed shut, as he wrapped his hand around the tip, purposefully tightening his grip as his fingers grazed the underside of his tip, imagining that instead of his fingers, it was your tongue. Miguel's head fell back as he continued stroking himself faster, enjoying the image of you pressed up against the shower wall, ass facing him as he clung on to your hips, fucking you hard and raw as you moaned his name.

His hips involuntary thrust up into his hand, imagining himself smacking your ass as he got close, imagined what you would feel like when you tightened around him, glancing back at him and begging him to cum inside you. His thighs twitched and spasmed as he came into his own hand and the shower wall in front of him, panting loudly he took a moment before he moved, gaining control of his wobbly legs again.

Glancing up at the shower wall, he let out a tired groan, reaching for the shower head to wash away the day's grime. Grabbing the soap, he decided to give himself one final refreshing cleanse, hoping to wash away all the stress and exhaustion.

Miguel flopped down on his bed, emitting a slight groan as he pushed his suit under the bed with one hand while dropping the brown empanada bag on top of it. He chose not to feel ashamed about the fact that he stopped to pick it back up, rationalizing it by not wanting to litter. But, in truth, his fridge was bare, not having enough time on his hands to cook, and being too tired and too exhausted to get something on his way home.

Finishing the last empanada and the episode of La Reina del Sur he was on, Miguel put his phone on charge and fell back against the bed, one arm draped over his face as he enjoyed the soft firmness of his bed. Moving his elbow out of the way, he glanced at his alarm clock and let out a loud groan.

It was 4 am.

He knew he would get, at best, three hours of good sleep. The thought of getting up and getting ready for school made his stomach turn, and he let out another loud groan as if someone would hear it and let him off the hook. After all, he was intelligent enough to get into pretty much any university he wanted to. Besides, he had his eyes on an Alchemax scholarship; that was the only reason he even bothered with school.

Rolling over, his face pressed into the pillow, he let out one final groan before his eyelids felt too heavy for him to keep his eyes open.

Oh well, at least he’d get to see you tomorrow.

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Translations: 

 ¡Muchas gracias! - Thank you very much!

  mi mujer me va a matar - my wife is going to kill me

 ¿Eres hispano? - Are you Hispanic?

¿Spiderman es hispano? - Is Spiderman Hispanic?

No te preocupes - Don't worry

  tu secreto está a salvo conmigo - your secret is safe with me

 ¿entiendes? - do you understand?

 Pareja - partner or significant other

 Gracias - Thank you

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Okay, lets do this one last time. My name is Rosa Morales. I’ve always aspired to be the cool aunt who travels a lot and comes back with loads of cool stuff for her nieces and nephews from all over the world. So far, I’d like to think I’ve been doing a pretty good job. I mean, I travel…from my receptionist job at the Daily Bugle to my tiny studio apartment in Brooklyn. Okay, so maybe we’re working on the traveling part but my nephew, Miles, still tells me I’m cool! If you don’t believe me, ask him yourself…

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