#Miguel O’Hara x plus size female reader

[nerdieforpedro]

I love this! 🥰🥰🥰

Miguel’s backstory and the reader’s 😭😭😭

But I think with the both of them working together, they’ll find a good balance…eventually. They both rub each other the wrong way.

Also I’m a nurse who’s plus size so 👀 just gonna insert myself. 🤭

I’m looking forward to chapter 2! 😆

Nightingale

Spoiler Warning for Spider-Man Across the Spider-Verse. Warnings: -Author is a Miguel Sympathizer -Fic sympathizes with Miguel O'Hara -Themes of Loss -Miscarriage -Death -Fangs Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Plus Size!Reader Reader's spidersona is based around the spidersona that I came up for myself based around the Brazilian Pink Bloom Tarantula that a friend of mine helped me find. Reader is also Female and Plus Sized. There are some spider traits that reader's spidersona don't match the tarantula if you look if up, but otherwise it pretty closely follows. If any of this doesn't sound like something you want to read please move on. Like the warnings say, this fic will have themes of loss, miscarriage, death and fangs. If any of those are things you don't want to read, please move on. I plan on Nightingale being a multi-chapter fic. I hope you enjoy it! If all of that sounds like a good time to you, please enjoy! Now Presenting: Nightingale:

Chapter 1: The Mission Masterlist

Miguel had the entire weight of the multiverse on his shoulders. There was no way he was going to let what happened to him… and to her… ever happen again. There was absolutely no way in hell that it would happen ever again. Over. His. Dead. Body. He worked tirelessly to make sure the multiverse stayed in order. That all events in the canon were followed. There’s no way, no how, now that he knows what will happen if a canon is not followed; that he’s going to let that happen again. Even if he can’t prevent the losses of universes; why not try? If he can; just imagine what good he could do. There was so much work to be done. So little time to do it.

He groaned as he felt his spider-powers draining. He rolled his eyes, let parts of his digitized suit fall away as he injected himself with the spider venom. He groaned the moment the injector pierced his skin. It was always the same. An upkeep he would never be rid of as long as he wanted to be Spider-Man 2099. As long as he wanted to be the gatekeeper and protector of the multiverse. It was the responsibility of what he was. It was a part of the gift that his powers were. The curse of the existence of them at the same time.

“We found a new one. Earth - 1001AA. A spider-woman.” Lyla informed him as she popped up next to his shoulder.

“Good, will she be useful for the cause?” He asked.

“I think so, she has many strengths.”

“Tell me about her, and I’ll decide.” 

“She’s different, her name isn’t even an alliteration like Peter Parker, or Miles Morales. Her suit is black, purple, silver, blue, red and pink. It seems she was bitten by a male Brazilian Pink Bloom Tarantula. She wears a backwards ball cap, sweatshirt, jeans, and a pair of purple skate shoes with it, all in the same color scheme. She’s a larger spider-woman, but she’s graceful, packs a heck of a punch, super speed, super healing… the usual works that spider-people have…” Lyla stalled.

“But what, Lyla? Spit it out.” Miguel said.

“But! She has some other things you might find interesting.”

“Okay, what are those?” He asked, his taloned hands on his narrow hips.

“She doesn’t use her web to get everywhere, because it's a more crystalline type substance. It's like webbing but it isn’t. Her webs are a bunch of tiny crystals that will gouge into a person if they struggle, so you’ll never see her use them to subdue. She uses a type of knock out gas that is blown from her mouth to subdue foes instead.” Layla started to explain. Miguel's brows shot up into his hairline as he listened, then lowered in a thoughtful scowl.

“It hurts her to use her web. She's been seen crying several times as she tries to use it. She instead uses a skateboard, like Jessica uses her motorcycle.”

“Really? That is interesting… any more details about our new spider-woman from Earth - 1001AA?”

“Yes, she seems to be past most of her tragic canon events. She works as a nurse. She’s familiar with injections and other sorts of… medication.” Lyla said a smirk on her small yellow digitized face. Miguel’s brow eyebrows shot up into his disheveled brown hair again.

“Really? That is interesting and rather convenient don’t you think?” He quirks a brow as he looks at his small digitized female AI. “I’ve been complaining about the injections and you just so happen to find a spider-nurse?” He eyed the pink heart bespectacled AI suspiciously.

“W-Well… the complaining was starting to be… A LOT. Miguel. Seriously, plus you don’t take care of yourself very well, you barely eat. When was the last time you had an empanada from the lunch room, huh?” She asked rhetorically. He opened his mouth to answer and Lyla quickly answered “Don't answer that! I know, it's been…” She held out the “N” sound at the end”...oh…” She holds out the “H” sound too “...almost the entire day. Miguel you need to eat. This Spider-Woman, spider-nurse could help you keep your shit straight. Spark knows you need the help.” She scoffed. For an AI she had a range of emotions, it was something that Miguel just couldn't not figure out how she did to save his life.

“I’ll eat when I get this done. I gotta track this little spider-brat from Earth-1610 because of his damn anomaly… he’s already sparked up his universe and universe-42's canon events so badly that I’m not sure we’re going to be able to fix it.” Miguel grumbled and waved away Lyla dismissively.

“I brought you an empanada! Whoo-hoo! Miguel!” Came the scratchy baritone of Peter B. Parker, a sweet coo and giggle following that, by his small daughter Mayday Parker. Miguel rolled his eyes and sighed. Peter was a good guy, but a bit too upbeat for him at the best of times.

“Ah! Right on time! Thank god there is someone that makes sure you eat. Spark knows I've tried.” She vanished and appeared in front of Peter. “Thank you for making sure he’s fed.”

“You’re welcome Lyla.” He answered sounding very chipper. He placed the empanada in Miguel’s hand and took a few steps back. “Are you still searching for Miles?” He asked.

“Yes, I am. You know what I’m going to say right?”

“Yes, I do.” He chuckles, “I can’t go near him, he’s an anomaly.” Miguel nodded in agreement.

“Exactly. I need to get this solv-”

“Oh! Peter did you know we found a new spider-woman?” Lyla blurted excitedly.

“Oooh! No! I didn’t! Tell me about her!” He said his eyes were bright and curious. Lyla proceeded to give him the details on this new Spider-Woman. “Oh… buddy! Lyla’s right, you need her.” Miguel rolled his eyes.

“No! I don’t! I’ve been doing this all on my own. I don’t need a wet nurse. I’m not a small child.” He growled.

“Not saying you do, but maybe she could do some good around here. Get you to loosen up. OPE!” Exclaimed Peter B as his daughter shot her little web shooter and landed on Miguel’s shoulder. Her little hands dig into this hair and Miguel can’t help himself and steadies her with his large hands on her little legs. There’s no way Mayday knews the conflicting feelings that he felt whenever she was around.Why he couldn’t look at her.

Mayday reminded him too much of Gabriella. His sweet little girl. He didn’t just lose her once… he lost her twice. When he had found that other universe, he thought that he had found his salvation. He didn’t have to feel the pain anymore because he had gotten a second chance. A second chance to love his daughter and keep her safe. A chance to raise her unlike the daughter he once lost. The pain was gone, for a little while until the world started to fall apart. People vanished in front of his very eyes. He had held her close and ran for their lives, as the big black hole swallowed everything and anything it came in contact with. His heart squeezed just as Mayday pulled on a few follicles of his hair. It shocked him out of the flashback. He retracted his talons and carefully peeled Mayday out of his hair, and helped her down from his shoulders. He handed her back to Peter B and turned back to the mess of windows waiting above the console.

“If you think she’ll help, you go and get her. Give her one of these.” Miguel ordered Peter B. his voice more monotone than it had been before, while tossing him one of the gizmos.

“Y-Yes sir!” Peter B. answered back as he fumbled the gizmo a bit before he caught it.

“Bring her back here to the Spider Society and I’ll give her the rundown on it and Nueva York. Got it?”

“Got it Boss! Mayday and I will go and retrieve the new Spider-Woman. Hopefully she can get your grumpy ass to smile!” He called as he turned to find Lyla. “Lyla, can you show me what this Spider-Woman looks like?”

“Yeah! Not a problem” She pulled up a clip of you in mid chase, in your spider-costume. The body of your suit is mostly red, pink and magenta with a small amount of purple that converges in a purple “S” logo in the center. The arms and legs are an ombre of colors going from a tiny bit of red and magenta to a deep blue and purple. The webbing on the suit being mostly silver, and reflective almost like its glitter, it shifts between silver, black, blue, red, and pink as you move. You wore a big baggy sweatshirt over it, a backward baseball cap, and what looked like a pair of torn out jeans, and a pair of skater shoes. Everything within the same color scape of purple, blue, pink, black and silver. You’re skateboarding over the face of a building doing kickflips, grinds and ollies, your Y/H/L Y/H/C locks flowing behind you in the wind as you chase your foe. Your earth’s version of The White Rabbit. She seems to be running across the roofs at top speed while you skateboard down below keeping tabs on her until you can trap her.

“Okay, she looks easy enough to spot. I’ll go get her.” He smiled, and gave little Mayday a kiss on the forehead. “Any other information I should know?”

“Watch out for her web. It's crystalline and won’t feel good digging into your skin.” Lyla informed him.

“Yes, Ma’am!” Peter B. Salutes opens a portal and hops through with his daughter in tow.

Miguel takes a deep breath. This is it. His whole universe is going to change isn’t it? No. He wouldn’t let it. Why would he let it? She’s just one spider-woman in a whole multiverse of spider-women, what was so special about her? He couldn’t get attached again. There was no way. That’s how he had met his wife, then made a daughter with her. It's how he lost them – by making connections. By loving too much. He couldn’t fathom the idea of his heart shattering all over again, so he started reinforcing those walls.

On Earth 1001AA in New York

You keep skating along the rooftops of New York. It was patrol time. It had been a pretty boring day. There wasn’t much going on as of right now. Knowing that you just thought that, things were going to ramp up and it wasn’t going to be in a fun way. You stopped at the edge of the empire state building, kicked up your board and held it on your hip. Work had been a bitch too. So busy! If you weren’t saving lives as Spider-Woman, or The Spider Skater as J.J. Jameson liked to call you. He thought you were a menace in two different ways. He couldn't be more wrong. You poked a finger under your cowl and scratched your cheek. The worst part of being a superhero and keeping your anonymity: Your cowl, the best part: Your cowl.

You sat down on your board and sat on top of it, lacing up your purple skater shoes. You sat with your ankles crossed, knees spread wide apart. You rested your head on your hands, your elbows rested on your knees and watched your city while listening to your Dad’s old police scanner. He had died in an accident with Doctor Connors, or The Lizard as he was known as. Part of a building fell on him and because you couldn't use your web to help him get out of the way, and couldn’t get to him in time. He died. Your brain was starting to fuzz over when you heard some sort of odd noise rend the air. You jumped up immediately, kicked up your board and raised it like a weapon when you saw a man with brown hair, brown eyes, a baby in a baby bjorn like baby carrier on his chest. The baby herself with a hat with eyes similar to your cowl on it over its face, red curly hair poking out the bottom. The man was wearing what looked like a superhero suit covered with the baby carrier and a pink fluffy bathrobe, wearing one blue slipper and one red slipper over white and gray cotton socks.

“Woah! Hey!” He had put his hands up in an “I surrender” type way. His palms were opened and facing you to show he was no danger.

“Hi…” You said, then all of the sudden your spidey sense went off. “Oh! You’re like me!” You cry.

“Yeah, I’m Spider-Man.” He smiles. Your face falls.

“You’re Spider-Man? Uh no… I’m Spider-Woman or The Spider Skater according to J.J. Jameson.” You chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m from another universe.” He smiled and put his hands on his hips while the small child in the carrier cooed.

“Whose this little person?” You cooed back at the small child.

“My daughter…” He moved her mask off of her face “...Mayday.”

“Nice to meet you Mayday,” You look up at her Dad “and Peter.”

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Spider-Woman or The Spider Skater.” You repeated.

“You can tell me the name of your alter ego, if you like.” He said with a friendly smile.

“Well if we get somewhere more private and less likely for my mortal enemy to find us, then I might just tell you. Let's get outta here. I assume you have some sort of transport?” You asked.

“Yeah, webs.”

“Lucky you.” You grumbled and took off on your skateboard. You traveled down the building to the streets of New York.

“You travel on the street?” Peter asked.

“Yup, I don't like heights. I prefer the ground. My spider does too.” You explained and kept skating, only using the building's sides to get over large crowds when needed. You kick flip between buildings and over windows, grinding down banisters until you get to where you’re looking to go. An old abandoned building with the lettering half off of it that used to be an Oscorp building. You wiggled inside through a broken window and invited Peter and Mayday inside. It's not much but it's something. The best part, because it was abandoned, and its still being paid for, is that the lab is all yours to fuck around in. This is how you figured out the cure for Doctor Connors formula.

“This is nice… how lucky did you get?!” Peter asked, very impressed.

“Oscorp is a bunch of idiots, that's how I got so lucky.” You chuckled and pulled off your cowl from under your ball cap. Your protective eye covers are actually large lenses that help you see, so when you pull off your cowl, you dig in your pocket for a pair of glasses. You placed them on your nose, pushed them up via the nose piece and then held out your hand for Peter to shake. “Hi, Peter, my name is Y/N, it's lovely to meet you and Mayday.” You smiled.

“Y/N, nice to meet you.” He smiled, shaking your hand quickly. He knows how fast Miguel likes his new recruits to show up to the Spider Society ”Now… I’m here to recruit you for a special Spider Society that is out on earth 928b. I have been asked to invite you by our society's leader Miguel O’Hara.” He said and hit a button on the gizmo on his wrist then tossed you one for yourself. You catch it. “Please put that on. It has everything automatically programmed to come back to home base all you have to do is hit the button.”

“Okay I think I got it, do I need to hit the button now?” You asked, as you pulled off your hat, put your glasses back into your pocket and put your cowl back on.

“No, not now, but when you’re out in the field and need to come back to Nueva York.” He nodded.

“Nueva York? Is this a Latino universe or something?”

“Futuristic, and our leader is Latino. You’ll meet Miguel… he’s… kinda… grumpy.”

“Oh great. A grumpy spider-man.” You rolled your eyes.

“There’s a reason for it. You’ll probably soon find out. Miguel will go over all of his reasons.”

“I bet.” You sighed and started walking towards the portal. “So just walk through?”

“Yeah, essentially.”

“Got it.”

You and Peter walked into the portal and came out in a place that is full of spider-people. Spider people of all shapes, sizes, colors, species and types. Your jaw hits the floor. Your cowl gives your awed face away since it only covered from your nose up to your forehead. You can’t really cover up how in awe you are at all the different people who are just like you. They all had some sort of spider power. When you realized you were going to be traversing the main society building, you decided to use your skateboard. You rolled along with Peter as he explained the whole place to you. You waved and said hello to all the various spider people as you walked on through. A few of them even gave you a high five. You chuckled and smiled. It was a place where you felt you belonged. When you looked at your watch it had changed from the generic gizmo you were given to something that resembled your universe. It was reflective and holographic, just like you. You smiled.

“So did this Miguel, or… wait what Spider person is he, by the way?”

“Oh! Shoot! I forgot to tell you! He’s spider-man 2099. He’s from the future. This future. His suit is electronic and he has an AI that helps us all here.”

“Hi! I’m Lyla! Welcome to the Spider Society!” A tiny yellow woman with pink heart shaped glasses addressed you.

“Hello Lyla! I’m Y/N! I’m Spider-Woman or The Spider Skater!” You replied with your voice chipper and a smile adorned your face.

“I know, I found you. You also have degrees in nursing and chemistry and have been a nurse alongside your crime fighting for the last ten years, correct?”

“Yes… how did you-”

“I know just about everything there is to know about the multiverse. I, being the AI of the spider society, help the man who made me, Miguel O’Hara or Spider-Man 2099.” She said,

“Wow… that’s a lot.”

“...and you’re just going to learn more.” said Peter finally chiming in over the quick talking, tiny yellow AI woman.

“Am I correct in assuming that you're sentient?” You asked Lyla.

“Yes, Ma’am!”

“Y-You… you haven’t taken over the world, like Skynet?” 

“Nope, never felt a reason too. I’m having to make sure I take care of our fearless leader.” Lyla had joked; you laughed.

“Don’t worry, Lyla is as sweet as an AI can come.” He complimented, as little Mayday tried to get away.

You zipped to catch her on your skateboard. You handed her back to Peter and zipped back beside him to make your way to where Miguel was presumed to be. At least that’s what you figured they’d be doing after the whole welcome to spider society speech.

“We’re going to see Miguel aren’t we?”

“Yes we are.”

“We’re seeing the grumpy guy?”

“Oh, Miguel isn’t that grumpy, he’s just… the straight guy. You know how all of us spider people usually have a sense of humor? His… is buried… deep.” Peter explained.

“I see. That’s sad…” You paused wondering why. “...I hope that one day it’ll come back.”

“I’m sure it will, with the right help.” Lyla said, as she gave Peter a knowing look. You looked between the two of them puzzled. 

“I’m sure it will. He just needs to meet the right person.” He agreed with Lyla. You just nodded and pretended to know what they’re talking about, as you noticed you’re walking through a cafeteria.

“Here, give this to Miguel, I gave him one earlier, who knows if he’s gotten to eat it.” You looked down as he pushed a box with an empanada in it, into your hand.

“Okay, can do. I take it the guy requires offerings of food?” You asked somewhat sarcastically.

“No, more like he can’t remember to eat.” Lyla quipped.

“Got it. Bring him food of some kind every time I visit. Got it.” You nodded as you followed them up through this darkness to a large platform that was descending slowly.

“So uh-”

“No, he’s dramatic. He’ll get down here eventually.” Peter shrugged.

“She’s here Miguel! Come down and say hello!” Called Lyla as her little yellow self flits up there.

“I know. I’ll get down there when I get down there.” He grumbled.

Your tummy dropped, his voice… it made you feel something you haven’t felt since your first husband, before you had lost the baby. That was a feeling you didn’t want to feel ever again. Love was something that wasn’t in your cards, neither was sex. Sex led to love, and love could lead to sex. Sex led to babies. Babies you seemed to lose. You couldn’t take that chance with your heart. Not again. That should be easy since this seemed to be a business arrangement.

You watched as the platform descended and a very nicely built man in a blue and red suit appeared. His broad shoulders seemed full of stress. You didn’t know it, but your heart had already started to feel for him. He turned around just as it was almost to the bottom and you had to bite your cheek so you didn’t gasp. His eyes were red, like the vampires you read about in your books at home. He opened his mouth to speak and you saw the light glint off of what looked like a fang. No, that couldn’t have been a fang. No way, no how.

“Hello Y/N L/N A.K.A. Spider-Woman A.K.A Spider Skater. Welcome to spider society.”

“Th-Thank you.” You managed to stutter the closer he got.

As he talked you could see the fangs. You swore you were going to go weak at the knees. Why in the heck were you looking in the eyes of the sexiest Latino vampire you had ever seen in your life? Who was this man and why were you here? What did he expect out of you? Why were you recruited? You had to remind yourself that he wasn’t Roman Dragonesti and you weren’t Shanna Whelan. This was not a vampire romance book. This was your life and you had just gotten into something that was probably way above your pay grade.

“You’re probably wondering why you are here, correct?” He asked.

Your mind raced a million miles a second, how could he read your mind? Did he possess telekinesis of some kind like Charles Xaveir? Your mouth dropped open, and you tried to close it looking like a fish out of water for a minute. All you could manage was a nod. You weren’t sure you could trust yourself to speak. He shook his head.

“You’re here because Lyla thinks I need a nurse.”

‘A nurse?! I’m a nurse by day, superhero by night. I’m not going to be here just to babysit you while everyone else goes out and saves the multiverse!’ was what you would have said if your mouth was cooperating with you. It seemed that you had lost the ability to speak. You still didn’t like the idea of being the hot grumpy man’s babysitter, but maybe you should have given him and Lyla the grace of listening to their reasons.

“Well! I found you, and suggested that you come on as a nurse for Miguel.” Lyla said in a hurry.

“Why? I’m sure anyone else could help. Is it something that you really specifically need a nurse for?” You asked not being sure this is something that they specifically needed you for.

“Well, something I wasn’t going to mention until now. You were a nurse that formerly worked for Oscorp, weren't you?”

“Yes.” You answered; your voice wavering a bit. What did they want with that information? Did they want to weasel Oscorps information out of you? Did they want to use you for your brain? Did they need a specific formula for the Green Goblin serum? Did they need to know how you cured Doctor Connors? Why were they so interested in that part of your backstory?

Unbeknownst to you this piqued Miguel’s interest. You weren’t just a run of the mill nurse. No. You were an Oscorp nurse. You were a scientist. A chemist and a nurse. You could really help him. You could figure out how to either fully get his body to accept the spider venom. You could end the injections. Lyla didn’t just find you to administer the injections, but to make them obsolete to begin with. He finally had some sort of inkling of hope that something was going to go right.

“Why do you need to know that?” You asked, as Miguel’s attention came back to the conversation.

“We need to know that because of something that’s going on with Miguel.” Lyla answered. “I won’t go into detail as that’s something for Miguel to tell you.”

“I see.” You nodded, your nurse mode activated as you took off your hat, pulled apart the velcro and looped it through one of the loops on your jeans and securely attached it there. Then you pulled off your cowl, dug your glasses back out of your pocket, threw them on your face, and let your cowl hang around your neck like a necklace. Y/H/C hair, spilled down your back and shoulders. You purse your purple lipstick covered lips and dig in your pocket for a pad and pen. “Okay, Miguel, what are your symptoms?”

Miguel stood there in shock. One minute you had been standing there mute; now all of the sudden you’ve started asking him about his symptoms. He nearly started to answer when he shook his head. The sense coming back to him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head again. His eyes opened and your eyes were locked in his fiery red gaze.

“No. Not now. I will not be answering those questions now. You need to learn the other reasons that spider society exists.” He said sternly.

“Fine, if you want to be that way. I’m only trying to help.” You said sliding the pen you have into the spiral in your notebook, shoving it in your pocket and pushing your glasses up your nose. It seemed getting along with Miguel was going to be a little harder than you had anticipated, and not only because you thought he was attractive.

“I’m not trying to be any way Y/N, you need to learn why we exist.” He started to slide around his little yellow monitors up on the large, black platform. You started to walk closer to it as it finally settled into the floor.

“Go on, he won’t bite.” Peter B. said, then stops and chuckles, “Well, if you don’t need to be paralyzed anyway.” Your eyes grew as big as dinner plates.

“What? He has paralyzing venom?” You asked.

“Yes. I have paralyzing venom, what about it?” Miguel interjected into the conversation.

“N-Nothing, j-just I have a venom that can knock you out. I have to breathe hard and push through the little glands in my cheeks at the corners of my mouth.” You stuttered and comedically pointed to the inside of one of your cheeks.

“I see. You were surprised that there are others with abilities similar to yours?” He asked, his voice more of a bored drawl then anything as he set up whatever he needed to tell you the next part of the mission. His eyebrow quirked.

“N-Not really, but w-well, I have these long ass things and maybe thought you could give me some insight.” Your fangs descended from your mouth almost long enough to touch your chin. “I’ve never used them, I don’t know how without them being unwieldy, thought you might have some advice or something.” You slurred.

“Not as of yet, maybe I can take a closer look.” He said, his eyes on his task.

“Thank you” You reply as your fangs fully retract. “I figure instead of just exhaling the substance I might be able to inject it too.”

“That sounds like a good hypothesis.” He confirmed.

“Thank you… again.” You flushed.

At the back of the room Peter B and Lyla were figuratively putting their heads together and chuckling. They couldn’t believe how easily you two were starting to get along. Miguel only talked to people that long or longer when he was explaining why the Spider Society existed. He never really talked voluntarily to someone about anything, let alone spider traits.

“Who knew they’d get along so well?” Mused Peter B.

“I did.” Lyla bragged.

“Oh! Ho! Ho! Modest are we?” Peter said as he played with Mayday’s little hand.

“Oh yes, very modest. I knew they would just from her backstory. It's pretty tragic they need each other.” She said her eyes were soft behind her pink heart shaped glasses.

They watched Miguel break down the mission of the Spider Society. They saw you taking notes and nodding as he spoke. It seemed you wanted to make sure that you had everything down. He went from explaining the timeline, or the interconnected web that connects all the universes together and then started explaining canon events. You nod and follow along until he tells you about his experience with his daughter. Your heart breaks. You know what it's like to lose a child. Your heart fills with empathy and sympathy. You know that loss. Your eyes start to get glassy as he tells his story.

“Don’t look at me like that, I don’t need your pity.” Miguel stated, a stern frown on his face.

“I-Its not pity, Miguel. Though I can stop since you want me to.” You told him, coughed and wiped away the tears that were gathering in your eyes. You blinked a few times. “Continue.” He nodded curtly and finished his tale of woe. You felt like you were about to burst into sobs, but you kept it in check. You’re Spider-Woman after all, right?

They watched the two of you, and could feel the tension. It's not sexual tension, and it's not general tension. It's more like something in between with a touch of animosity from his side and a pinch of empathy (or pity in his eyes) on your side. Working together might be a bit of a challenge since you seemed to be on opposite sides of the spectrum. You were light and jovial, and he was dark and brooding. Your discussion came to a close and Lyla zipped back over to you. She hovered just at eye level.

“So! Welcome to Spider Society! I will now show you around a bit more, show you your lab, and then I’ll show you to your apartment.”

“Apartment?”

“Yes, apartment. I am providing you an apartment across from mine. We are to be working on an injection that will make it so I no longer need these.” Miguel plucked a monstrous looking injector and vial from a pedestal near him that you did not register as being medical equipment.

“May I see them?” You asked your voice soft and tender. He might get upset again, and you don’t want to upset him.

“Yes, you may.” He said and held them out for you to take. You took each one in turn examining how they worked. They were like the injection guns and vials you used at home only much larger, and meaner looking. The vial itself was rectangular instead of cylindrical.

“Fascinating.” You said as you examined the vial after giving the injector gun back to Miguel. The liquid in the vial was bright green, you swish the liquid in the vial to see its viscosity. It wasn’t any more viscous than a vaccine at home. Yup, you couldn't wait to get this under a microscope. You could do so much more in a lab. Your eyes lit up, you smiled and looked back up at Miguel as you handed him back the vial. “I can’t wait to get started.”

“Good, you're due back here and in your lab at 06:00, no later.” He ordered, his tone stern and unmoving. 

“Yes, Sir.” You automatically said without thinking about it. Your eyes grow large. It sounds respectful but the tingle you got up your spine when you said it deems it anything but. You slowly looked up at him, it looked like he didn’t notice your bodily response.

“Good. I’ll see you then Spider Skater.”

“Call me Y/N.”

“See you then Y/N.” He replied. You nodded.

“C’mon Y/N! Let me show you your lab!” Lyla says her voice was full of excitement and promise.

“Y/N!” Miguel called, you turned back towards him.

“Yes?”

“Take this.” He pressed the vial into your hand. “I have plenty more in my lab, but I thought I’d start you out with this tonight since you’re going to see your lab.”

“Thank you, Sir.” You did your best to keep a straight face. Calling him “sir” makes your pussy tingle.

“Call me Miguel.”

“Okay, Miguel. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You are dismissed. See you tomorrow.” He said.

“Okay, see you tomorrow, Miguel.” You turned again the vial now securely clutched in your hand as you turned to follow Lyla.

“Right this way!” Lyla waved you forward to follow her.

“I’m gonna get going, it's time for this little lady’s nap!” Peter B. Announced.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow Spider Skater.” He smirked and winked.

“Y/N.” You replied.

“I know, I just like that nickname. For once JJ came up with one that’s not a total pile of crap.” He chuckled.

“I guess so.” You chuckled as you followed Lyla. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you later.

You followed Lyla, skating your way through the spider society over the many traverse ways through the building. You knew you were going to get lost, but that was okay. You were sure if you needed Lyla and Miguel all you had to do was call for them. Lyla reassured you that just as you voiced your concerns.

“Oh, don’t worry about getting lost, all you have to do is call for me and ask me for a map, and I’ll show you exactly where to go!” She smiled.

“Good! Woah!” You exclaimed. Surprised was not the word you’d use for your state at the moment. Awed, entranced, amazed, befuddled. Yeah all good words because this lab was the size of a football field with all the toys you could ever want. There were even things you didn’t even know could exist here. They were either not thought of in your universe or had yet to be fully formed and invented in your universe. His universe and his time frame were much more advanced than your own.

“You have all the most recent state of the art equipment here at Spider Society. There is safety gear and tools all around the lab. We have everything you could ever need. Vials, tubes, beakers, you name it we’ve got it.” Lyla said, sounding like a saleswoman more than an AI.

“Wow! Some of the technology in here is so advanced that I’ve never seen it before, or it's just concepts back where I’m from. LIke…. Back in my universe this thing here… this is just an idea that came out of Stark Industries, and this one? Oscorp just announced starting to work on it! This is amazing!” You rambled as you took the vial of venom and set it in the fridge so that you could preserve it for longer, even though you’d be getting into it the next day.

“Yes, Ma’am! We want the best of the best for our scientists.” Lyla said.

“There is more Spider people like me?” You asked.

“Yes, but they won’t be doing their work here. They usually do that back in their home universes.”

“I see, but why do I get a lab?”

“You are Miguel’s personal nurse and chemist. You are doing important work, we want you to have all the space and equipment you need.”

“Thank you.”

“It's no problem.” You nodded as she slipped her digitized hands into her digitized coat pockets. “Are you ready to see your apartment?”

“You can travel outside of the Spider Society?”

“Yes, Ma’am. The apartment building that houses your apartment also houses Miguel’s and I go with him everywhere. He made sure to make it where I could talk to him from here to there.” She explained.

“I see that’s pretty cool.”

“I think so, all we have to do is follow this sidewalk, down about half a block to the next building and we’ll find the apartments. Now, not many people live here, but they do live here. They are not part of the Spider Society. They are regular citizens of Nueva York.” Lyla explained.

“I see, so no Spider stuff unless I’m coming and going through windows or the balcony?” You asked.

“Exactly, though Miguel usually comes through in his sweatshirt, sweatpants and sneakers. He changes once he gets to the office.” She nodded knowingly.

“Oh!” You stop zip up your hoodie, and pull your hands through some holes in your cuffs tucking your gloves away in your sleeves. You make sure to tuck your cowl inside your hoodie, push up your glasses and arrange your hood. “Like that?”

“Exactly. You’ve got this.” She smiled.

“I mean, it's not like I don’t do it at home all the time.” You winked.

“That is a good point.” She replied while you climbed into the elevator. “Hit the buttons for the penthouse. It's not a penthouse, it's actually two penthouses.” She smiles.

“Oh wow! I’ll get half the building to myself?!” You cried in disbelief.

“Not a whole half, just half the floor.” She explained.

“Yeah, okay… but that's larger than any of the apartments and houses I’ve lived in combined!” You squealed.

“You will be living across the hall from Miguel, so if you need anything you can ask him.”

“Okay… Shoot!” You exclaimed.

“What?”

“I left Frogger at home! I’m going to need to go get him, and I need to do some stuff at home. I need to put in my two weeks… inform my family I’ll be leaving for a work trip….” You started to ramble.

“Not to worry, it's all being taken care of. I believe your Pac Man frog Frogger is in the penthouse.”

“Good! Phew! I didn’t want him to starve. He’s adorable, but he’s an idiot.” You chuckle and blush. “He needs Momma to feed him!” You chuckled.

“Got it, but we’ve got it covered. We also grabbed any of your medical information and have all medications and such arranged. Actually we need to stop you by the med bay tomorrow to get your shots and injections. We noted you’re on Birth Control from your universe? We have a stronger, more effective birth control we can put you on here, that is actually formulated for your more arachnid-like body.”

“That is excellent. Thank you. I will stop by tomorrow on the way to my lab.”

“Sounds like a plan I’ll put you down for a morning appointment.” 

“Good.” 

You both walked into the large penthouse apartment across from Miguel’s and your jaw hit the floor. Who needed this much space? That apartment could have housed your family, plus a few cousins. This much space was like a cathedral. You looked around the place. It was decorated pretty minimally, with gray, black, white and silver furniture. The most colorful things in the room were you, Lyla, and your frog. You heard a croak from the other side of the room.

“Frogger! I’m home!” You called and scrambled to the other side and picked up the round, blue speckled frog and pet him. You immediately fed him. “It's not home unless you’re here.” You gave him a kiss and then placed him back into the tank. “Darn! Still not a handsome prince!” You joked. Lyla chuckled.

“I have to go, Miguel needs me. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am. See you tomorrow Lyla. It was lovely meeting you.”

The little yellow woman with the pink heart shaped sunglasses disappeared in a flurry of pixels and you’re left in your new place alone. You had no idea what you’re going to do, where you are, nor what your future has in store. You were going to be the personal nurse and chemist to Miguel O’Hara, Spider-Man 2099, the head of the Spider Society. He was a big ol’ grump, but he had a soft side. You could have sworn his eyes were softer after you introduced yourself, and took the vial of whatever it was. The venom concoction that kept him Spider-Man 2099.

You decided to check out your apartment. It was all stocked. Even stocked in clothes that were your size and in the style you liked to wear. How about that? They really did their homework. You heard a chime go off on your watch. You hit a few buttons and a screen blinked up in a hologram in front of you. It read “Platinum Card activated.” You had no idea what that meant, but it sounded good. You’d have to ask Lyla or Miguel tomorrow. You heard another chime and another hologram came up and read “Appointments: Immunizations and injections: 05:30 AM.” Man you already had a calendar and everything. Another beep and another hologram comes up and shows “ Name: Y/N L/N. Age: Y/A. Height: Y/H. Female. Spider-Woman AKA Spider Skater. World: 1001AA. World Medium: Holographic.”

“World medium? Okay. That’s another thing I’ll have to ask about tomorrow.” You chuckled and changed, getting settled into your new home. You made some popcorn and settled on the couch to watch some movies. You didn’t recognize any of them. There are a few you could guess that the stories were similar to ones in your universe so you selected one that closely resembled one of your favorite rom coms and settled in for the night.

Okay! Hello! Hey! Hi! Yes, I know there are probably a few things in here that aren't all that accurate or remembered correctly. I haven't seen ATSV since I started working on this which was nearly a month and a half ago... SO! I may have missed details or misremembered some details. I know that Miguel more than likely stays and sleeps at the Spider Society, but I wanted to give him a "home" too, so I made the apartments. I know a med bay wasn't really mentioned in ATSV but I want to make a more rich world for our story to be in, and I'm sure there's plenty I could look up, but I just really didn't want to. If you don't like how I handled things please go and read other stories. I get it if there's something you don't like, and that's okay, but if its enough to bother you just move on. This fic might get dark in some places. I'm sure you could guess based off of the warnings and what you've already read. I hope you did like it though. I know I have so far. Minors DNI banner and Support Creators Banner by: CafeKitsune Sparkly Spider Divider by: AnimatedGlitterGraphics-n-More

[miguelswifey04]

OMG MIGUEL ASKING CHUBBY READER WITH THICK THIGHS TO SUFFOCATE HIM WITH HER THIGHS

YES YES AND YES!! I LOVE THIS SMM <33

miguel o’hara x chubby fem! reader

cw: suggestive, you’re suffocating miguel with your thick thighs!!

as miguel catches his breath, a mischievous grin spreads across his face. he looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and desire. “mami, would you do me a favor? i want to feel the strength and power of your thick thighs around me. would you suffocate me with them?" his words send a jolt of excitement through you as you realize what he's asking for. you watch as miguel eagerly positions himself beneath you, his body ready to be surrounded by your sumptuous and plushy thighs.

with a teasing smile, you slowly lower yourself onto his face, your thick thighs enclosing him in a deliciously tight embrace. you can feel the heat and weight of your body pressing against him, the sensations sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. miguel’s muffled groans of pleasure reverberate against your skin as he loses himself in the sensation of your thighs enveloping him. he revels in the feeling of your softness, the power and control you have over him.

as you continue to smother him, miguel’s hands reach up and grip onto your hips, his touch simultaneously gentle and possessive. he wants to show you how much he enjoys being at your mercy, surrendering to your dominance. the combination of your physical presence and the air control intensifies the pleasure coursing through miguel’s body. he loves the feeling of being completely at your mercy, the vulnerability and trust he's placed in you.

your thighs press against his face, muffling his voice and cutting off his breath as he gives himself completely to your control. and as you look down at him, you see the pleasure and desire burning in his eyes, his submission to you evident. beneath your powerful thighs, miguel finds his bliss, completely surrendered to your dominance and eager to experience the depths of pleasure you can provide him.

a/n: he’s soooo ?:!!:’djdjskkskss ah

tags 🏷️!! @astro1bloom @kairiscorner @meeom @obi-mom-kenobi @sabcandoit @emiemiemiii

[st4rymoon]

GIRL… i LOVE ur blog.

can you do a miguel ohara x female!plus size reader, reader is just all cuddly and affectionate with miguel, yknow just being really cuddly in their shared bed but things go to the other direction. (SMUT🙏)

Thank you sm for the support 💘💘ughh! Ik Mig loves his girls with some extra fluff <3 he loves being buried in your thick thighs!! He gets so frustrated when you start second guessing things like letting him eat you out while you sit on his face :( he jus yanks you above him and pins you down to his mouth and can’t help but moan when he tasted you <3

anyways here is ur silly treat 🤫

𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 • Miguel O’Hara x Fem Reader

- 18+, pet names, p in v, fingering, plus size reader, needy Miguel, needy Miguel, unprotected sex, slight nipple play, husband x wife, very horny Miguel, kissing,

One thing Miguel loved was being curled up in bed besides you. He melts when your warm soft skin presses onto his, it’s the comfort he seeks after any stressful situation.

He especially enjoys when you wear your prettiest panties and a tank top letting your tummy show. He could never keep his hands to himself in situations like that.

Miguel dropped his duffle bag onto the floor as he walked into your cozy home. He knew his pretty wife would be all cozied up in bed by this time and he sure hated working late.

“Mig? Is that you?” You called out from the bedroom “Who else would it be” he cooed as he made his way to the bedroom. The second he got 3 steps away from the door you jumped in his arms, nuzzling yourself into his chest with your arms tightly wrapped around him “I missed you” you sighed.

“I miss you most chula, my gorgeous girl” his tone was sensual and smooth as he kissed you hungrily, you knew nothing innocent comes out of that familiar tone.

“Get back in bed love, I’ll be right there” he smiled as his hands snaked down your back and squeezed your ass with both hands.

You giggled as he slapped a thick hand on your plush ass as he made his way into the restroom. Miguel groaned the second he stepped into the bathroom, his eyes catching the growing bulge in his pants.

For fuck sake he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

He tried his best to think of something else but his mind always went back to the memory of your legs spread wide with his hands holding the back of your thighs as he fucked you tight cunt full.

You on the other hand were happily waiting for Miguel to get out of the bathroom so you could be cuddled up in his arms.

Your eyes lit up as soon as the door opened, lo and behold your shirtless behemoth of a husband walks in with nothing but some loose boxers. You let out an audible moan as he sunk into bed.

You were wrapped in his arms with your face buried in his arm, lips kissing onto his bicep as his hand playfully rubbed the side of you thigh “new shampoo?” Miguel hummed as he took in the sweet scent of your smooth skin.

“Mmhm, you like?” You innocently smiled. “Oh I definitely do” Miguel groaned as he sloppily kissed down your jaw and onto your collar bone.

Miguel could be so touchy in just a few seconds, he went from rubbing your thigh to squeezing and kissing all over you. “Tan chula te miras” he cooed as he effortlessly turned you onto your back, straddling your legs onto his waist.

“Mig!” You giggled as he pressed himself into you. You hummed as your pussy gushed the moment you felt his cock press against you. He was so fucking hard already.

“I know mi vida, I just can’t help myself when you look this good” he hummed “not to mention you smell like heaven” he added. You buried your face into the pillows in embarrassment due to the compliments spilling from his lips “ah ah, look at me” he cooed.

His thick fingers pulling your face out the pillows “that’s my girl”

“You all wet for me bunny? I bet if I move these pretty pink panties to the side you’ll be all soaked and gushy for me” he mocked with a pout. You shook your head knowing full well he was right.

“No? Oh don’t lie to me” he hummed. You gasped when the cold air hit your warm cunt, his fingers holding the cloth to the side as he dipped his fingers into your folds.

You curled your lips as his thick fingers dipped into your tight cunt, slowly pumping until you coated his fingers completely.

Miguel chuckled lowly as he watched you bury your face into the pillow, moaning into the soft cushion as he pumped his digits into you.

“Miguellll” you mewled as he pulled out without warning. He smiled at your needy pout, accompanied by a swift motion of his hands pulling off his boxers.

“I don’t want you cumming on my fingers doll, need you gushing around my cock” he hummed lowly in your ear. His lips pressed messy kisses onto your cheek bone and down your neck as his hands spread your legs.

“Look at that bunny, all wet and ready for me mmhm?” He smiled. You whined as Miguel began to fuck your folds, his thick cock hungrily rubbing against your clit.

Your whole body was tingling at the action, you stared at the way Miguel’s arms flexed as he held himself up and dragged his cock sloppily onto your cunt. “Mig please” you panted.

“Shhh let me do the work, all you gotta do is relax and be real good f’me” he hummed. His hands moved onto your soft hips, his eyes watching the way your squirmed and shivered at his touch.

Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as he pushes into your puffy cunt, walls swallowing him whole as he let out a gruntled moan. Miguel seethed at how tight and warm you felt around him, his vision almost going blurry as you clenched around him.

“Oh mh-“ you panted as he began to slam deep and rough into you, your back nearly arching as he placed your thighs into his for a better angle.

“Thats it f- ah that’s I-“ Miguel huffed with each thrust, his hands trailed up and down your curves and love handles as he made his way up to your tits.

He yanked the tank down, a animalistic moan coming out of Miguel as he leaned down and took your soft breast into his mouth, lapping and sucking on your nipple as he fucked you full.

You were mewling and whining into the sheets as he continued his brutal pace “pussy always takes me so well honey, jus’ loves getting stuffed full huh?” He smiled as you dug your nails into his arms.

You couldn’t get a single word out as overwhelming pleasure coursed through you. Your legs squeezed his waist as his tip nudged at your sweet spot over and over.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you pulsed around him, pussy gushing all over his cock as he fucked you like a mad man.

“That’s it lovely, let it out for me mami” he cooed. You were fucked completely dumb as he muttered praises with each deep thrust.

Miguel couldn’t contain himself when he saw your soft rolls moving with each of his thrusts and lost all control when his eyes caught the sight of your pussy completely wet and creamy.

He came at the sight of his cock fully soaked in your wetness, thick white ropes of his cum coated your gushy walls as his moans grew louder.

The sound of his balls slapping against your ass was the last thing you could hear as he fucked his cum into you. He was chanting your name out as he slowed his pace.

“F- fuck, I love you so much” he sighed. He smiled at you from below him, his lips pressing reassuring kisses onto your lips as he pulled out.

The both of you let out moans at the loss of contact. He laid besides you, thick arms pulling you close in need of your warmth and affection. “My pretty girl” Miguel hummed as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“How about a bath?”