Araneus (Miguel OHara X Fem!Reader)

Araneus (Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader)

Synopsis: Being recruited into the Spider Society was a big deal. You were already popular among the other members, especially a certain group of teenagers. They already claimed you as an older sister figure so you just had to be recruited… Right? But something wasn’t right with Miguel.

Note: Reader insert uses she/her pronouns. I’ll only continue this story if I feel like it and depending on reception.

Word Count: 2k

“Wow, I love your suit design.” Miles smiled and studied the little details on your suit.

Your spider suit was purple and white with elegant fabric in the shape of webs on your wrists like cuffs. The web pattern covering your suit had a slight shimmer to it. Gwen and Miles loved the design and were currently gushing over it. You were known as Araneus on your home world.

“I’m honestly a little jealous,” Gwen held your mask in her hands. “Did you make it yourself?”

You blushed at the attention you were receiving.

“I did!” You pointed at the shimmery thread on your suit, “This is actually bioluminescent silk!”

“I wish I could do that.” Pvatir sighed.

“How about you guys leave her alone?” Jess interrupted.

Jess had actually discovered you on a mission to Earth-529. You saved her ass in a near death situation. She loved how sweet and strong you were and took you to HQ to be officially recruited. However, the moment Miguel saw you, he almost seemed to be ignoring you.

“So, Miguel. What do you say?” Jess asked Miguel as he stood in front of Jess and the small group of teenagers bombarding you with millions of questions and compliments.

Miguel furrowed his brows. “No.”

Everyone except Jess and Hobie gasped dramatically.

“What?” Miles asked after the collective gasps.

“Just because you saved Jess doesn’t mean you’re Spider Society material.”

“Guys, I think Miguel just hates women.” Peter joked.

Jess turns to you and everyone else. “Could you guys give us a moment?” She turns to Peter as he hold May in his arms, “Not you though. You stay.”

You and everyone else left the room.

“Do you guys think I’m not good enough?” You asked, twiddling your thumbs.

Gwen put her hands on your shoulder and looked at you. “He would be stupid to not let you join.”

“Yeah! You’re like a cool older sister!” Pvatir said.

You were older than the four teenagers that stood besides you. You had years of experience under your belt and was undeniably skilled.

“I say we riot if he doesn’t let her join.” Hobie says as he stretches.

The doors opened to the giant room and Jess and Peter stepped out.

“Miguel says he wants to talk to you in private to make his final decision.” Jess explained.

“Just me?” You asked.

“Yup. So… Good luck in there.” Peter said as Mayday crawled onto his head.

You took a few steps forward into the room and looked back before the doors shut, watching as the teenagers waved with big smiles. You walked up to the intimidating platform as Miguel stared you down. It felt like a predator waiting for a perfect moment to strike.

“You wanted to see me?” Your voice was a little shaky and you sounded obviously nervous.

“Why do you think I should let you join?” Miguel steps down from the platform and stands in front of you only a few steps away.

“Oh! Um…” You think for a moment. “I’ve been Araneus for a long time and know my abilities like the back of-“

“No, no, no. I mean what do you think makes you special enough to join?” Miguel interrupts, taking a step forward, intimidating you a little.

“Um, well…” You look down and rock on your heels a bit. “Nothing, I guess.” You look back at Miguel, “What makes you special?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well… You asked about me so I want to know about you.”

Miguel furrowed his brows and took another step forward. His eyes had been darting away and looking anywhere in the room but your eyes. As his eyes met yours, you noticed some puffiness under his eyes. His eyes were glazed with tears as if he were holding back a waterfall of cries.

“Are… you okay?” Your seemingly innocent question broke something in Miguel.

Miguel embraced you in a tight hug. His breathe became shaky and you felt the side of your head become damp. The room was silent for what seemed an eternity.

Miguel let go and took a few steps back.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He turned away and brought his palm to his eyes to wipe away tears.

Miguel had a scary aura so to see him suddenly break and weep was strange to you.

You reached out to touch his arm and he looked at you. “Did I do something wrong?”

God you were clueless…

“No… Just…” Miguel pulled away from your touch. “If I let you join, you have to promise you’ll stay away from me as much as possible.”

“What?”

“Take it or leave the offer.” Miguel clenched his jaw.

You looked down and thought about it.

“I’ll take up the offer.” You weren’t even sure whether to smile or not.

“Great.” Miguel said, “Now please leave.”

You didn’t think twice and scurried out of the room.

“Y/N! What did he say?” Gwen squeezed your hands.

You blinked. “Uh… Well… He said I could join.”

“Yay!” The group cheered.

Peter and Jess weren’t there anymore. Could they have known what that was about?

“Do you guys know where Jess and Peter went?”

Gwen pointed towards her right. “They went to the cafeteria, I think.”

“Thanks!” You replied and made your way down the surprisingly long hallway.

You enter the cafeteria and spot the two sitting near a window as Peter fed his baby some snacks. You made your way over and greeted them.

“Hey, guys.”

“Oh hey!” Peter smiled and used Mayday’s hand to wave at you.

“What did he say?” Jess asked.

“Well, actually… He said I could join.”

“Wow! Good for you!” Peter smiled.

“However!” You said, “He said I have to avoid him.”

Jess let out a groan. “I told him not to give you a hard time about it. I’ll talk to him again later.”

You pulled out a chair from the table they were at and sat down.

“Do you guys know why he doesn’t want me to interact with him?” You asked, concern washing over your face.

Peter and Jess looked at each other.

“Well…” Peter dragged the word in a manner that gave away that he definitely knew.

Jess reached out and held your hand. “I’m going to tell you but please don’t tell Miguel I told you.” Jess glanced over to Peter and then back to you as she took a deep breath.

“You… are a variant of his deceased wife.”

It suddenly felt like the world crashed.

“What?” You felt lightheaded.

“He lost his wife and child from an alternate universe due to his carelessness. I thought he would understand that you weren’t her but…” She glances over to a somber Peter. “It seems like Miguel isn’t able to separate the concept of both of you.”

Peter fixed Mayday’s knitted hat. “The concept of a multiverse is probably crazy enough for you, so I imagine being told a variant of you died is worse. Trust me, I know.”

“Did he say or do anything else to you?” Jess placed her other hand onto yours.

You weren’t sure whether or not to comment about Miguel nearly breaking down.

“We won’t tell him.” Peter assured.

You swallowed thickly and didn’t say the full truth. “He just asked me what I thought made me so special.”

“Not that weird. He asked me that and I told him I have a kid.” Peter froze for a second, “Probably not the best choice of words for me to say to him at the time.”

“The point is, Miguel just needs time to adjust to… you are not the version he knows.” Jess explained.

Being told you were the wrong version of yourself fucked with you for the rest of the evening. Early on, you had bumped into Miguel in the hallway as he scolded Spider-Cat for peeing on the floor. The poor feline held its head down in shame. Miguel and you crossed gazes and you immediately turned to head the other direction.

The next few months was hell. You avoided Miguel and Miguel avoided you as best as the both of you could. It was as if the two of you would meet eyes and the universe could explode. It was quite literally exhausting having to hide and sneak around.

“Gwen, you’re with Y/N. You two are in charge of taking care of an anomaly on Earth-33599.” Miguel informed the blonde girl through her watch.

“You got it, Miguel.” She responded and opened up a portal. “You ready, Y/N?” She asked you as she put on her mask.

You put on your mask, “Yup.”

Earth-33599 wasn’t anything unique compared to other universes.

“The file Miguel sent says it’s a Lizard variant that somehow got into this universe. It was last seen near the downtown area yesterday.”

You and Gwen made your way to the top of a building and both of you sat to wait until there was a sign of the anomaly.

“So…” Gwen says, “I think Miguel likes you.”

“No, really?” You sarcastically replied. “It’s just… Not the way you think it is.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t go into much detail into why I know but, let’s just say he has a different idea of me in his head.”

“Well… Do you like him back?” Gwen asks.

You honestly didn’t know. Although he was avoiding you and refused to look you in the eyes, he had a clear soft spot for you. You had complained about there not being any of the snacks you liked at the cafeteria to Jess during a meeting and suddenly the next day, the snacks you loved were on the menu. Jess denied having anything to do with it and you believed her because of how genuine she sounded so she chocked if up to Miguel being nosy.

Another instance was when you mentioned the hallways were too boring to Hobie and Pvatir. The next day, a bunch of greenery and benches appeared in the building. You asked both Hobie and Pvatir about it and both denied having anything to do with the coincidence.

The moment you knew Miguel certainly had a crush on you was when Lyla accidentally let it slip that he had asked her to listen to you on anything. She could have been just messing with you, but she immediately took it back in a manner that you could assume she wasn’t suppose to tell you.

As crazy as it sounded, you enjoyed Miguel giving you extra attention and going out of his way to accommodate to your needs and wants. It was a little endearing and sweet in your opinion. Maybe a little creepy but hey, love can make people do wild things.

“I don’t know if I like him.” You replied, a little embarrassed.

Gwen smiled. “I know he’s kind of an asshole, but that’s actually really cute. Maybe you could do some good for him! I mean, you’re like an angel made of sunshine and Miguel… well, he’s Miguel.”

You chuckled at Gwen’s comment and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Maybe.”

“He avoids you so much. I didn’t know he could be so shy when it came to liking someone. I’m so used to seeing him angry and yelling at everyone.”

She doesn’t even know the half of it…

There was a sudden crash of vehicles down the road at an intersection. The Lizard variant was throwing cars around and nearly crushed a group of people. Without a word, you and Gwen swung into action. Gwen focused on getting everyone to safety and you focused on capturing the ugly reptile. While trying to wrap the monster in webs, it broke free and used the webs against you. As you swung around, the Lizard threw a clump webs at your eyes and you fell while trying to take them off. You hit your head against the hard pavement and the last thing you remember was Gwen calling out for your name.

You always liked the thought of 'your moles being where your lover kissed you the most in your past life'. When you innocently tell him that, he grabs your hand pulling you closer to his chest. "Like this, baby?" He murmurs as he starts kissing every inch of your face where your beauty marks are located. You furrow your eyebrows, clenching his shirt with shaky hands. He goes lower and lower, breathing on your neck at last, gulping the sweet smell of you perfume. "You are my past, present and future love, never forget that" he grumbles "...now should we find your other moles too, sweetheart?"

-> IWAIZUMI, ushijima, hinata, BOKUTO, sakusa, AKAASHI, aone, OSAMU.

Roger, you know what to do ✨

Pls do one where The reader is like chubby and self conscience about her stomach and miguel convinces her that its okay and like fucks her 😋

I may have gotten carried away lol

Word Count: 1205

NSFW below the cut.

...

"Amor," Miguel called from the bed, "c'mere."

You ignored him, staring at yourself in the full-length mirror in your bedroom. You frowned, poking and prodding at your stomach, grabbing the soft skin in your hands and squeezing.

You hated it. You hated the plumpness of your body, the roundness of your hips, the thickness of your thighs.

Something about the day made you more self-conscious than usual, your eyes searching for every detail of your body to detest.

"Hey," Miguel called out again, "you coming or what?" You didn't turn around to acknowledge him, choosing to look at him through the mirror. His thick brows were raised, and his body relaxed as he lay comfortably on your bed with nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. He patted the empty space beside him, ready for the movie night you promised him.

“¿Qué te pasa, hm?" He stood, stretching his limbs before padding over to stand behind you, pressing his chiseled body against your back. His hands fell on your shoulders as he towered over you. You couldn't see his face, the mirror not long enough to reveal anything above the middle of his chest. 

You leaned back against his warmth, feeling tears prick your eyes. You couldn't really explain where all these emotions were coming from. You felt ugly, even more so with Miguel's perfect form standing behind you. 

His large hand skimmed your chest, fingers dancing over your collarbone and up your neck, gripping it gently before tipping your chin up, forcing you to look up at him. Your watery eyes met his determined ones, and he could see the uncertainty within. 

"¿Qué pasó, amor?" He asked again, stroking the delicate skin of your throat. You sniffled, a few traitorous tears slipping down the sides of your face. 

You hated crying—and over something so trivial, too. You felt ridiculous, ripping yourself from his grip to furiously wipe your face free of the salty streaks. 

"You gonna talk to me?" He pursed his lips, arms now crossed over his broad chest. 

"Look at me, Miguel!" You cried, pointing at the mirror with an open hand. He grunted, bending down comically to be at your level, gazing at you through the mirror.

"What am I supposed to be seeing?" He asked, his eyes raking over your form. You were in your sports bra and panties, skin bare and glowing from your recent shower. 

"Ugh!" You dropped your face in your hands, almost in hysterics. Your words were muffled, and Miguel sucked his teeth, standing to his full height again, yanking your hands away from your face. 

"Hablame claro." 

You sighed, biting your lip. Your hands went back to your stomach and down the sides of your hips, sniffling. “Look at me,” you repeated softly, your fingers pressing into your skin, “I look…”

“Beautiful?” Miguel offered, pulling you flush against his chest again, wrapping his arms around you. You scoffed, turning your head away when he tried to place a kiss on your temple. “Hey, basta,” he warned, pinching the meat of your thigh. You yelped, slapping his hand away.

“But, my stomach,” you continued, almost whining, more tears beading at the corners of your eyes.

“What about it?” Miguel tightened his hold on you, one of his hands laying over the plumpness of your abdomen. He brushed his thumb back and forth over your soft skin, finally able to place a kiss on your temple like he’d been wanting to. Your shoulders sagged and you looked away from your reflection, laying your cheek against the warm skin of his arm.

Miguel wrapped his fingers around your jaw, forcing you to look back toward the mirror.

“Look at you,” he whispered, holding you close, “look at how beautiful you are. Hermosa.” His hands moved down the sides, gently groping along the way, “And all this for me, hm?” One of his hands snaked down your front and past the waistband of your panties. With two skillful fingers, he parts your lips, swirling them against your clit before swiping down toward your entrance. He tapped his fingers there, once, then twice, before slipping them inside.

“M-Miguel,” your voice hitched, hands gripping his forearms. You whined when he began thrusting his fingers, holding your squirming form by your stomach, “w-wait, what are you—”

“Showing you how beautiful you are,” he growled, spreading your juices over your clit and your lips, “Look at yourself, look how fucking beautiful you look like this,” again he forced your head to face the mirror, “abre los ojos, amor.” 

By that point you had your eyes screwed shut, but he repeated his command, and you opened your blurry eyes, focusing them on your face, flushed and with a sheen of sweat. Your panties had a large wet spot from Miguel working you, his hand digging deep into the meat of your belly, gripping you firmly as he worked to bring you pleasure. 

“Mira,” he marveled at you, watching your body move against his fingers, grinding your hips as he circled your clit, “you see what I see?” You whimpered when he shoved his thick fingers inside you again, moaning as you threw your head back.

“Uh-uh,” Miguel chastised, “don’t you dare look away, keep looking—mhm, that’s it, feels good, right?”

“M-mhm.” You were mewling now, Miguel’s fingers stretching you deliciously. Your eyes were glued to the mirror, and you watched his hand move under your panties, noting how the wet splotch grew larger, your slick spreading between your thighs. You looked so good in Miguel’s hands, your body seemingly made just for him to hold and play with. You felt his length pressed against your ass, large and hot, ready for attention. That aroused you more than anything, knowing that he enjoyed you just the way you are. 

He was going faster now, an unrelenting pace that had moan after moan pulled from your throat, until finally, you released a moan that informed Miguel you were coming undone, and seconds later, you were gushing all over his fingers and palm. 

“Damn, mama, never made you do that before, huh?” Miguel chuckled, smooching your sweat-slicked hair. 

“Huh?” You pant, finally dragging your eyes away from your reflection in favor of glancing down between your legs. You were absolutely soaked. Your panties were soaked through, your juices running down your trembling thighs. That’s never happened before. 

Miguel pulled out his hand from between your heated legs. He was coated with your slick up to the wrist, his digits and palm shiny with it. 

“You’re a squirter,” he grinned when you attempted to elbow him in the stomach, “that’s my girl.” 

He released you, using his dry hand to pull down his briefs while the other coated his cock with your slick. He pumped himself a few times, pulling back the skin to reveal his large tip, weeping with anticipation. 

“You ready for me?” He muttered with a tilt of his head, eyes heavy with arousal. 

You attempted to get on the bed but he stopped you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against his chest once again. 

“Not the bed,” he said hotly, “in front of the mirror. I want you to watch.”

....

Amor- Love

Qué te pasa- What's the matter

Qué pasó- What happened

Hablame claro- Speak clearly

Basta- Stop it

Hermosa- Beautiful

Abre los ojos- Open your eyes

Mira- Look

It doesn't hurt to try right~

You have been visited by the Chan of wealth, reblog this and you will have money come to you!

— 🕸️ : ꒰ work mom. ꒱

pairing :: miguel o’hara x fem!reader

synopsis :: you constantly doted on miles, causing you to earn the title of “work mom.” but… does that make miguel his dad in this scenario?

warnings :: sfw!! miles refers to reader as his work mom. super fluffy and no other warnings apply!

etc :: this is so self-indulgent, but i hope you guys enjoy! had a lot of fun with this one!

You had taken a liking to Miles.

You saw yourself as not a mentor, but a mother. Not that he needed one, certainly not. But whenever he came to HQ, you always made sure he was healthy, as happy as he could be, and certainly eating. Before you knew it, you were grabbing food from the cafeteria and making sure he had some whenever he visited.

Miguel took notice of this.

Bringing it to your attention was another thing. Miguel tried whispering it to you, gesturing to the food in your hands.

“You’re being too soft on him.”

But of course you denied, shook your head, and walked past him. You had a right to be soft on him, especially after everything that happened. So of course you were going to spoil him, make sure he took care of himself. It was like you had taken him under your metaphorical wing, watching over him even though it’s not like he really needed it.

“He’s not going to break, you know.”

Miguel grumbled through an empanada one day, you having brought him lunch as well. You were used to eating alone with him, but brought up eating in the cafeteria with the others. He knew why.

“No need to be grumpy, love. Just wanting to help you be more social, that’s all.”

His deadpan look of disgust towards your comment made you chuckle through your own meal.

“You’re wanting to check on him and Gwen, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t deny, had no way of doing so when it came to him. So you shrugged your shoulders and placed a kiss on his forehead. “You know me so well.”

The next day, around the same time, you had managed to convince him to join you in the cafeteria. Begrudgingly, he sat beside you, his frame making yours seem much smaller in comparison.

“Can’t believe you managed to get his grumpy ass in here.” Miles said through his food, which once again, you had gotten him. “By the way, thanks so much, mom!”

There was a beat of silence as Miguel choked, coughing and banging a fist on the table.

“Sorry! That is NOT what I meant!”

Rubbing your hand over Miguel’s back while he still struggled to catch his breath, you beamed at Miles. “It’s quite alright! After all, I am like your work mom, huh? As normal as that could be in this situation.”

Miles stared at Miguel for a moment, before swallowing another bite. “Does… that make him my work dad?”

Miguel choked once again.

𓏸 🕸️ ₊﹒ ⟡ ﹙☆̲﹚

It happened a lot, these situations that proved to be domestic in some ways. Miles started hanging around you more often, enjoying your presence and sweet disposition. He wasn’t the only person who felt this way.

“You seem grumpy,” you chirped, poking at Miguel when he buried his head in your shoulder.

“It’s the kid.”

“Miles? You mean our adoptive work son?”

That caused a groan to leave him, baring sharp teeth for you to admire.

“You know, he called me mom again by accident today. I think it’s sweet.”

Miguel didn’t speak, only wrapping his arms around your waist in a means to feel closer to your warmth. His hands traced your hips, as if contemplating.

“Maybe.”

It was short and gruff.

“Maybe what?”

Another beat of silence.

“Maybe I’ll consider him my work son when he stops being such a pain in my ass.”

You giggled, running your hands through his slick hair. The sweet cowlicks that followed always made you beam down at him.

“Isn’t that what sons are for?”

𓏸 🕸️ ₊﹒ ⟡ ﹙☆̲﹚

The final straw was Miles running into the office, excitement following his every step towards you. Miguel heard him approach, his back turned to the boy as he worked.

You heard a call of your name, followed by a cheerful, “You won’t believe this!”

In his hands was a paper, one with a big, bright red ‘A’ drawn in a circle as if branded onto the material. It was the very same assignment he had come to you groaning about, worried about his grade since he had to miss so many of the classes.

“Look! Got an ‘A,’ thanks to your help, that is!”

You laughed, taking the paper from his grip and giving him a wide smile. “Aw, I knew you could do it! Nothing the great Miles Morales can’t handle!”

Little did you know, Miguel was watching. Crimson eyes taking in every detail, every smile and act of kindness. You truly were like a second mother to him, always supportive and helpful when you could be. It… Made his heart warm. Oddly enough.

“Once again, thanks, work mom. It still feels weird calling you that, but I can’t see you any other way now.”

Pulling him into a hug, you gave another light laugh. “I’m here for you always. See you later, Miles.”

As he turned to leave, proud parchment in tow, he turned to wave to Miguel. “Later, work dad!”

That had him jump out of his skin. So much for that sweet moment.