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swiftyangx12 · 4 months ago

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[Pairing]: Villain!Miguel x Spider-Woman![Reader]

[Synopsis]: Miguel has encountered a respectable scientist from another competitor and things get interesting.

[TW]: Female Reader insert, Marvel/ATSV Violence, and Moral Quarrels

[A/N]: This is inspired by @exhaslo’s Corruption series. Ex, if you’re reading this, you’re an awesome writer and I adore your work. Especially the smu-!

Just another day at ALCHEMAX, employees with their assigned duties and responsibilities while heads lowered to avoid distractions. Though, many stir clear from one such scientist, specifically the infamous geneticist and son of the company’s owner, Dr. Miguel O’Hara. A ruthless madman who would do anything to “improve” humanity, no matter whose life is destroyed.

However, things would change when another famous company signed a deal, a collaboration where both respectable parties will start working together for future projects. People whisper among themselves that the other also has their own infamous scientist, but they seem a little "nicer" than O’Hara. For such example, they don’t risk anyone’s live and safety during highly dangerous experiments.

Meet…

[Y/N], a bright and cold bioengineer: I’m Dr. [Y/N] [L/N]. It seems my company is collaborating with yours for the entire year.

Villain!Miguel: “Shock, she’s beautiful.” It appears so.

[Y/N]: My director informed that I’ll be working with you for the time being. Here’s my business card, and contact me for work purposes only.

Villain!Miguel: “Cold and strict. Shocking Hell, gonna melt [Y/N] and make her mine.”

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As weeks flew by since the start of the collaboration, workers from both sides feel the high tension between O’Hara and [L/N]. Everyday is eventful from the two who always battle each other with different ideas to deem whose is better with less casualties. They even bicker during break times.

[Y/N]: Absolutely not! We are not jeopardizing our coworkers for your cruel experiments. We need to start with smaller subjects before human trials.

Villain!Miguel: Think of the possibilities, [L/N]. Humanity needs better outcomes so it’s best to use them.

[Y/N]: O’Hara, we’re trying to help others. Not play God by sacrificing many people.

Villain!Miguel: Help. You think it would change for the better.

[Y/N]: Rather to continue with testing than have high body counts. It’s why our companies signed together, to enhances civilians so they can live healthier and be at the appropriate age to move on from life.

Villain!Miguel: “Even her view on humanity is too good, and macabre.”

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As the sun already set with lights of Nueva York shun bright through the night’s darkness, trouble already started. Criminals from many corners of the city have begun with their dirty work, however a certain spider has to prevent the rates from climbing up.

Spider-Woman: *Hangs the defeated criminals in her web* “Stupid shocking O’Hara. Why so obsessed with messing with people? Trying to prove to someone?” *Sighs* At least these idiots are easy tonight…

Spider-Woman notifies the police to clean the mess up and shoots her webbing, swinging out of the scene. She swung from buildings to skyscrapers while discreet at best to avoid witnesses…

“Did you see the news?”

“An actual hero.”

“We haven’t seen one since the Era of Heroes.”

Word got around as scientists and nosy coworkers gossip among themselves about the mysterious hero. Though they sounded in disbelief, were ecstatic that an actual heroic figure is present in their precious city.

[Y/N]: People, we have work to do. You can talk during your breaks, but not while doing your routines.

Everyone around Dr. [L/N] groan and return to their work while some need their coffee. As unfortunate timing for [Y/N], a familiar presence casted over her.

Villain!Miguel: You don't like the new hero?

[Y/N]: *Not turning to face him while feeling disgust and annoyance* O'Hara. No, it's a distraction. We have other priorities to fulfill before fooling around.

Villain!Miguel: So uptight. Have you actually loosened up during your hours?

[Y/N]: I'm just doing my job. Unlike you, a reckless scientist who care less of others. *Walks past Miguel without looking at him the slightest*

Villain!Migual: *Chuckles lowly* We'll see about that.

Later in the evening, [L/N] had to deliver some late-night reports to Miguel’s office and arrived at the door. She heard from other ALCHEMAX workers of how secretive he is with his work, so he has his A.I. assistant, L.Y.L.A. to drop updates of any whereabouts that concern him.

L.Y.L.A.: *Materializes in front of the bioengineer* Hey girl! Here to drop some reports, I see.

[Y/N]: Yes, I just finished them. Could you let me in?

L.Y.L.A.: Sure thing! *Opens the automated doors to the office* Just be aware I have eyes everywhere. *Adjusts her heart-shaped glasses and smirks*

[Y/N]: “Not for long.”

[Y/N] shivers as the cool air from the room hits her. Before entering, she pulls out a hard drive and inserts it in the keypad next to the doors.

L.Y.L.A.: What are you-

[Y/N]: *Calmly commands* Shut the cameras off.

L.Y.L.A.: *Shuts them off unwillingly* What did you do?

[Y/N]: Just updated your system and added in something that can benefit me. *Her eyes glare down at the A.I.* I want you to follow these commands: don't record any footage involving my presence, especially with audio recordings. This includes what I'm about to commit tonight. And also, don't tell Miguel about this. If you do, I’ll insert a nasty virus that you’ll never recover from. Do I make myself clear?

L.Y.L.A.: *Nods silently and disappears*

Then [Y/N] steps into the room, observing the unfamiliar surrounding and proceeds to drop off the reports. Afterwards, she searches through his desk and found notes explaining some unethical experiments.

[Y/N]: Genetically modified arachnids? O'Hara, what are you playing with? *Snaps most of the notes with her phone*

[Y/N] took more images of the arachind species displayed in the office and neatly places everything back in order. She leaves the room quickly and returns home like nothing happened.

Nights passed since that event, Spider-Woman swings around the city. The breeze hitting her face as being shielded behind her mask, performing the duties as presumably the only hero people are protected by and all seems normal. Until she encounters another problem.

Spider-Woman: *Lands on the wall and sneakily crawls into a safe space to relax a little* Oh my god, that bastard is playing like if he’s God. No worries, he’s just a pawn I’ll knock down.

Then her Spider-Sense is triggered.

Spider-Woman: Shit, someone’s here. *Hides in the shadows*

As Spider-Woman peeks out, she sees a menacingly tall figure stood with his back turn to her view. Dark, skin-tight blue suit with intimidating crimson accents.

Spider-Woman: “Who is he? Wait, that can’t be him, right? I know that backside from anywhere. Ugh, why did I acknowledge the details?"

The crime fighter escapes through the shadows and swings away from the scene.

Back at ALCHEMAX located in a temporary office, the bioengineer herself couldn’t sleep much since the discovery from that night. She knew the man back at the late hour during one of her patrols. It was none other than Miguel because everything was connected from the notes, catalogs of species, and everything to manipulate nature itself, especially the human kind. While lost in thought, [Y/N] didn’t notice someone behind her…

“[Y/N]?”

[Y/N]: *Spider-Sense triggered and quickly turns around* WHAT?!

Villain!Miguel: *Little surprised* You didn’t have to be that tense with me.

[Y/N]: I…I’m just tired from working long hours. Are you here discussing about the project or to annoy me again?

Villain!Miguel: It’s about the project. Stone requested that before it’s finished...

Miguel's voice in [Y/N]'s perspective became mudded as she couldn't stop thinking of that night when it was obvious that the other Spider is in front of her.

Later at night, Spider-Woman was out patrolling as always, shooting her webs to grapple onto buildings as she swings through her beloved city. Then trouble arose as she witness citizens running away from the source.

Spider-Woman: *Lands on the side of a tower and scans the area* Great, Doc Ock came back. *Leaps off and swings in scene*

Spider-Woman reaches to the chaos her notorious nemesis created. She lands in front of the eight-legged former scientist.

Spider-Woman: I thought you were sent to prison, for help.

Doc Ock: They mean nothing to me. All I want is to show who’s boss and why they shouldn’t have!ignored everything I worked hard for!

Spider-Woman: Ock, we…I would have helped you with another way but your actions killed innocent lives.

Doc Ock: *Scoffs* They were in the way.

Spider-Woman: *Pissed* In the way?! *Shoots webs behind Doc Ock*

The webs attach to a wrecked vehicle and Spider-Woman yanks them towards Doc Ock.

Doc Ock: *Blocks the attack by caging themselves with their mechanical appendages*

Spider-Woman: *Wraps more webs around the tentacles*

However Doc Ock breaks free from their bonds and swings their tendrils, attempting to swat at the arachnid figure. Spider-Woman leaps backwards, performing backflips and throwing some Web-Bombs at the mechanical cephalopod. They become stuck in place due to the blown-out silk.

Spider-Woman: Doc, you need to return back to your cell.

Doc Ock: *Struggling to escape* Never…I rather die than be directed by anyone.

Spider-Woman: *Sighs* Just return back. We already caused enough damage for today.

As she was about to finish catching the villain, another criminal was on the loose. Spider-Woman’s sense was triggered but it was too late, the other figure swoops in, able to knock the spider hero. She braces herself and crashes into a wall.

Spider-Woman: *Plops down and barely moving* G-Goblin! You two are working together? *Struggles to get up*

Goblin: *Smiles sinisterly* Bingo! Octco was merely distracting you.

Spider-Woman: *Able to sit up but was kick down by Goblin*

Goblin: Now I get to squish this pesky spider~

Before Goblin could end the heroism of Spider-Woman, they were yanked back by more web.

Spider-Woman: “Neon red? He’s here. Wait, feeling limp…Fuck, passing out…”

[Y/N] shoots up awake, breathing steadily as she looks around the foreign setting. It seems like a bedroom and looking down, her suit is gone replaced with a university shirt and some shorts.

She gets quickly got out of bed and rush out of the room. Walking quickly on the chill wooden flooring and looking for someone. Then, she stops at an office where her worst nightmare sits behind the desk.

[Y/N]: O’Hara? No, wait, I should address you as that other web-crawler.

Villain!Miguel: You finally figured out. Congrats.

[Y/N]: I already know it’s you because of your backside. Who else has a muscular back shaped like the discontinued Doritos?

Villain!Miguel: And who else was acting too suspicious when I already know you’re Spider-Woman?

[Y/N]: You already know my other identity?

Villain!Miguel: Of course I know. I sense you, by your scent.

[Y/N]: You smelled me?! I need a minute.

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[Y/N]: *Carefully sips some tea Miguel brewed for her*

Villain!Miguel: Calm down?

[Y/N]: *Sighs* Yeah, I’m good. Disturbed, but good. When did you get your powers, O’Hara?

Villain!Miguel: I had experimented on myself a couple months back. When did you get yours?

[Y/N]: ...

Villain!Miguel: Heh, won't confess? Guess I'll force it out of you~

[Y/N]: Do that and I'll force something up your ass.

Villain!Miguel: *Laughs a little* This is one of the many things I love about you.

[Y/N]: *Sighs* I was bit by a spider that was genetically modified back in my company. My director put me in charge of developing more advacned medicines to help people. Somehow, one of the specimens escaped from its enclosure and you know the rest. I'm Nueva York's only Spider-Hero, until you came along as an invasive pest.

Villain!Miguel: Where did you even get these spiders?

[Y/N]: Some biologists and other specialists procured these kinds of species, but why am I telling you this? I have a mission to fulfill.

Villain!Miguel: What mission?

[Y/N]: It’s none of your business. Personal matters for me, only.

Villain!Miguel: Fine. Then you don’t mind explaining these.

Miguel pulls out [Y/N]’s suit and gadgets he held up. He got a hold of them when the bioengineer was resting from the last battle.

Villain!Miguel: Voice modifier. You really know how to hide your identity.

[Y/N]: O’Hara, this isn’t for show n’ tell. I need my suit back and my gadgets too.

Villain!Miguel: I can’t let you go yet. I need to know more about your powers.

[Y/N]: Miguel, this isn’t the time for jokes. I have a mission and you’re in the way.

Villain!Miguel: Tell me what’s your mission and maybe I’ll hand everything back.

[Y/N]: I’m not explaining until you give my stuff back.

Villain!Miguel: *Smirks and he levels his face to hers* Make me~

[Y/N]: *Punches his stomach hard*

Villain!Miguel: *Crouches down and lets go of [Y/N]’s gadgets and suit*

[Y/N]: *Quickly gatherings her belongings and exits out of the apartment*

That evening, Spider-Woman was swinging around the city. Leaping from one building to the next skyscraper as she tries to formulate another plan to get rid of Miguel. Safely landing on the rooftop of an apartment complex, [Y/N] removed her mask to get some fresh air. Viewing the city helps her to relax and keep calm.

Spider-Woman: *Spider Senses triggered* What now, O’Hara? *Turns her direction towards his*

Spider-Man: *Lifts his hands up* I just followed you.

Spider-Woman: Followed me? *Turns off her modifier* Did you smell me like a blood hound?! Tracking me down and other creepy shit you do.

Spider-Man: ‘Course not. I put a tracker on you.

Spider-Woman: *Finds the tracker and smashes it to bits* What do you want from me?

Spider-Man: I just want to understand why are you doing this. Why’d you have a vendetta against me?

Spider-Woman: You wouldn’t understand, Miguel.

Spider-Man: I know I don’t. Just tell me why?

Spider-Woman: Want to know why? Fine. I’m only doing this to get back at your father for killing my parents. I’ve planned everything just to bring his empire down, along with his prodigy of a monster. I dedicated my life and education to destroy everything Stone built and tear his family apart so no one else can be harmed by them.

Spider-Man: I’m not like my father. I was never like him.

Spider-Woman: Will you shut it? Just like that murderer, you decide to hide everything from the public for your own gain. I’m giving back what people deserve to know.

Spider-Man: *Feels a painful string from that comment* [Y/N], you don’t have to do this.

Spider-Woman: *Scoffs* Oh, please! I know you’re eyeing me the whole time because you assumed I’m a spy, right?

Spider-Man: “No, I thought you are the most beautiful woman I ever met and wishing to have you with me forever. ㅜ_ㅜ”

Spider-Woman: *Sighs* Miguel, just stay away from me. We’re only coworkers by day, not close after hours. Don’t want you ruining everything. *Shoots her web and swings off*

A week has passed, the two are founded in the most uncomfortable atmosphere. [Y/N], still keeping her word of only communicating with Miguel for work while the mad man himself, he didn’t try anything to disturb the other. Colleagues and other workers already knew something happened between them. And it’s a first to see Miguel in a much depressive state.

At the end of the day, there aren’t any crimes to solve and the bioengineer took this as a night off from her responsibilities for now. Then, someone came to visit.

[Y/N]: *Holding up her phone* What are you doing here?

“Villain”!Miguel: *Sighs* Here. *Holds out a thumb drive* It’s most of the data of ALCHEMAX’s illegal projects.

[Y/N]: *Looks at him suspiciously and carefully takes the thumb drive* You know I’ll be running this if it’s untraceable and hopefully you’re not tricking me.

“Villain”!Miguel: I’m not. Why’d you have to be so cold?

[Y/N]: I don’t trust you, that’s why. You’re Stone’s son and heard from former workers that you were evil enough to force them to participate in dangerous trials. It proves my judgement on you is true.

“Villain”!Miguel: …What if I prove you wrong?

[Y/N]: What?

“Villain”!Miguel: I’ll prove I’m not bad.

[Y/N]: Really? Would that undo the years of torment you caused?

“Villain”!Miguel: No. I can do better. Just give me a chance.

[Y/N]: “I don’t know. He’s probably using this as an advantage against me. Better not let my guard down. Though, he’ll be more persistent if he continues.” Fine, are you willing to put your own father behind bars?

“Villain”!Miguel: If it shows I’m good, yeah.

[Y/N]: “It takes time to gain my trust, you freaky-ass man.”

As months pass, the atmosphere surrounding the two scientists feels lighter. The duo seemed to communicate better without much disdain though they sometimes quarrel and in their case, [Y/N] would be the one to walk away from the conversation to cool off but is always followed by a 6'9 semi-former mad scientist like if he was a dog worried about his fuming owner.

[Y/N]: Dr. O'Hara, would you stop following me? And quit hugging me, I'm working.

"Villain"!Miguel: *Holds her closer to his chest* No. I feel better staying with you.

Some of their colleagues are questioning their dynamic.

"What’s happening with Dr. O'Hara?”

“You think he finally lost his mind?”

“Don’t know, but I think Dr. [L/N] has something to do with his behavior.”

[Y/N]: O’Hara, people are talking about us. Let me go.

“Villain”!Miguel: So? Let ‘em. At least they know not to bother us.

[Y/N]: “Ugh. Such a clingy man.”

In the duration of their time together, the two Spiders were able to gather evidence of Stone’s future plans and defeat other villains connected to him, bringing down the corrupted empire. With his presence gone, someone else would have to take over his position which leads to Miguel filling in the role.

[Y/N]: Well, our collaboration has finished just as Stone is taken custody for his crimes. This means we’ll not see each other as much.

“Villain”!Miguel: Yeah, that’s right.

[Y/N]: It was pleasant working with you while it lasted. Hopefully we’ll work together in the future. *Remains professional but has a sadden look in her eyes*

Before she can leave, Miguel stopped her tracks.

“Villain”!Miguel: Wait. If you’re okay with this, could I buy you a drink? If you’re alright with that. I know it doesn’t make up what happened to you and everything my father did to hurt your family. I want to be better for you and do everything I can to help make your life easier-

[Y/N]: Miguel, stop. With everything we went through these past months of cooperating with our projects for making the future better and safer while stopping your father, I’ll take my chances going out with you.

“Villain”!Miguel: [Y/N]… *Gently holds her hands* Gracias, for trusting me to take you out.

The months after the confession, [Y/N] still works for her company while Miguel runs ALCHEMAX by his own terms. Changing for the better of his employees and botches out the illegal activities Stone left after his arrest. Everything seems to be the same, though the only thing that has evolve were Nueva York’s heroes working as partners and lovers…

[5 years later]

[Y/N]: …And they lived happily together for the rest of their lives.

Gabriella: Woah…Love does change people.

[Y/N]: *Smiles warmly* It does. Now… *Tucks her daughter in* It’s bed time, sweetheart.

Gabriella: What happened to the couple?

[Y/N]: I’m sure they’re enjoying life together and keeping each other loved.

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[Y/N]: Gabi’s asleep. Miguel, I’m worried.

Miguel: What’s there to worry about?

[Y/N]: Our daughter could have our powers, but the side effects…What if they hurt our baby?

Miguel: Cariño, there’s no worry. I checked and she won’t have to suffer.

[Y/N]: Still, I don’t want her to feel as if the powers are a curse.

Miguel: We’ll do everything we can to help her. Be there for her.

[Y/N]: You’re right. We need to be by her side.

Miguel: Sí, we’ll support her. Hey, maybe we’ll give her some “enforcements” to cheer for her. *Giving her a knowing look*

[Y/N]: *Understood the innuendo* Miguel, I was still sore from our first time. Despite having powers, you ravaged me like a demon in heat.

Miguel: Thought you needed a day off at that time.

[Y/N]: *Deadpans at him* -_- I had to call in sick for the next three days.

Miguel: Then Gabi wouldn’t exist if we didn’t.

[Y/N]: *Sighs* At least it was on a Saturday. Come on, it’s your turn patrolling. Maybe after you come back, we’ll talk about siblings if Gabi is okay with it.

Miguel: *Gets thrilled hearing a possibility of growing his family* I’ll get to it.

[Y/N]: Okay. Just come back in one piece. *Kisses on his lips* And still breathing. I love you.

Miguel: *Smiles down at her* Love you, too.

[THE END]

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[A/N]: FINALLY! I FINISHED THIS PIECE THAT’S BEEN IN MY DRAFT FOR MONTHS! Yes, I wrote Villain!Miguel as if he was a neglected puppy who wants to be with the feisty kitten (The [Reader]). But it adds flavor for a Hero x Villain trope. I tried to write the reader as someone who acts cold, but with boundaries they put up for valid reasons. The kind of traits like Viper from Valorant. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this story.

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pandadrake · 1 year ago

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This isn't even a meme or anything. I just wanted to make Pikmin tutorial.

If you asked my personal opinion about these characters, I'd say they are flawed people who are ultimately good and well-meaning. I'm still out here drawing slander though, because it cracks me up.

Top image references official art of Captain Olimar from Pikmin. Bottom image is a draw over of that panel from Attack on Titan Ch79

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shokuto · 2 years ago

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Gwen didn’t not tell Miles about the canon event because she didn’t care, she didn’t tell him because she thought he’d die trying to stop it. It’s explicitly why she tried to stop him from changing Pav’s canon, why she freaked out when the rubble fell on him, and why she’s more dissident against Miguel after. Like the point with her is she buys into Miguel’s agenda of being powerless against the narrative until Miles averts it in front of her and inspires her to believe in the impossible

#But yall talk about her like she just didn’t give a fuck #Like she didn’t think about him after ITSV #Like she didn’t risk the multiverse to spend an afternoon with him #Like she didn’t assemble a rescue team for him #And like she wasn’t latching onto the only stability she’d get that came in the form of two grownups—#—who’d remind her she had nowhere to go if she didn’t do as they said #Yall miss out on some complex characters villainizing female ones who make mistakes #spiderman #atsv spoilers #across the spiderverse #spider gwen #gwen stacy #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099

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bi-dykes · 10 months ago

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They got beef with a zoomer

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greensagephase · 9 months ago

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Me every time I remember Miguel saying, "I found a world where I had a family, where I was happy. At least a version of me was."

It breaks me to think about how lonely and unhappy he probably was before he stepped up to be Gabriella's dad. And I use that wording intentionally because he didn't force himself into this role (at least from what we've seen in the movie). And then, to think that he found happiness in simply being A DAD to Gabriella but he lost her and now he's back to being unhappy and worse than before because he lost his child and thinks it's his fault (the canon event is flawed and you cannot change my mind on that. Highly doubt that him being in that universe caused it to collapse).

I just want to hug him

#someone sedate me #the man has been through a lot and fans still villainize him #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguelohara #miguel atsv

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 9 months ago

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Everyone wanna talk about how ppl draw Hobie too buff and I agree BUT YOU KNOW WHAT

some of y'all are drawing Miguel's ass TOO FLAT. COWARDS.

LOOK AT IT

His ass is so phat that when I was searching for that photo Google stopped me and said 'Woah buddy you sure you wanna look at this in public?'

This ass is so graphic I'm one step away from being like 'Minors DNI' just to be sure 😭

DRAW HIS ASS PHATTER. What are you afraid of!!!!!! We all know what it looks like!! More ASS!!!!

#the clap of his asscheeks keeps alerting the villains #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara

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pwurrz · 2 years ago

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yeah, miguel is fucked up. he’s hypocritical and rash and obsessive and angry and mean and goes too far and doesn’t know when to stop. he’s not supposed to be a good guy.

his motivations make sense. his intensity and insistence on keeping things canon and not interfering with events that are ‘destined’ to happen makes sense. he knows first hand what will happen if canon events are changed or prevented. he’s a deeply unstable man due to trauma that he inadvertently caused and he’s taking his emotions out on a 15 year old kid, and that makes perfect sense.

he’s the villain. his purpose in the story is to be an antagonist to miles and the other spider people. and he fills that role in the story perfectly. he’s the direct antithesis to miles. he’s convinced himself that the rules need to be followed, no matter what. he believes people have to die. in every universe. that’s just the way things need to be. and he thinks he has a very good reason for thinking and acting this way.

miles, on the other hand, is a firm believer in deciding your own destiny. he doesn’t listen to miguel’s rules because he’s not convinced that bad things need to happen. he’s convinced that he can save everyone, and if it doesn’t seem possible, he’ll find a way to make it possible. he’s not like the other spider people, and he never really has been. he’s his own unique individual, even among the other spider people. doing things his way has always been his style.

they’re polar opposites of each other and it’s great. it’s wonderful storytelling. miguel, a man hardened by witnessing tragedy over and over, helpless to stop it. a man who’s seen enough to know that being spiderman means losing people close to you. he lost his entire family trying desperately to fix a mistake, and caused more damage in the long run, and he’s not going to let anyone else make the same mistakes that he did.

and miles, a boy who ended up as spiderman by complete accident, who firmly believes in making the most of that accident. he’s young, and his heart is big. he’s a true hero who just wants to save everyone. and he has the determination to potentially bend the universe itself to his will just so that no one else has to die.

#this got. way longer than it was supposed to but yknow #i have a lot to say about sexy villains apparently #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miles morales #atsv spoilers

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braisedhoney · 1 year ago

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we’re supposed to be the good guys.

#across the spiderverse #atsv #across the spider verse fanart #spiderverse oc #spidersona #atsv fanart #miguel o'hara #gwen stacy #atsv spoilers #across the spiderverse spoilers #sona art #okay a few things #excuse how self indulgent this is i did it because it was fun and harmless LMAO #i genuinely don’t consider miguel a villain btw #an antagonist yes—complicated yes—projecting onto miles bc he sees an echo of his past mistakes yes #but not a villain.#he’s trying to save not just one world but every world #maybe in an attempt to redeem himself for the one he accidentally destroyed #i have a lot of thoughts on him tbh. i should write about it eventually #but yeah. great movie. it’s so good. god.#… i forgot the web pattern on my spidersona’s chest #oops #just imagine it’s there okay LMAO #ney's art #ney’s comics

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theres-a-body-here · 9 months ago

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Darling~

Miguel O'Hara x Male!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 |

As Miguel slipped in and out of consciousness, he became vaguely aware of being dragged along the hallway by some unknown force. It wasn't until he regained some level of lucidity that he realized it was one of your black tendrils wrapped firmly around his ankle.

All around, the sounds of battle echoed - cries of pain and success melding together, only to become silence as you took him deeper into the structure's internal complex.

You hummed softly to yourself, navigating the maze-like corridors with ease while keeping Miguel close at hand

"V-Venom," Miguel managed to croak out, struggling against the paralyzing effects of Scorpion's poison coursing through his veins.

Continuing the journey deeper into the base, you cast a tender gaze upon Miguel. Your voice held a sickly sweet tone, gently whispering words meant for his ears alone.

"We've missed you so much, amor."

Miguel, however, was barely holding on, fighting back waves of nausea caused by the debilitating toxin coursing through his veins. He opened his mouth to respond, but only managed a pitiful moan in reply.

The sudden ceasing of movement rouses Miguel from his drowsy state just enough to notice you stopping in front of a door marked by a prominent medical symbol.

Everything became hazy again as your slimy, black tendrils went to work on breaking through the keypad lock securing entry.

Then, everything went black for Miguel…

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A low hum gradually filtered into Miguel's awareness, slowly awakening him from unconsciousness. He groggily blinked open his eyes, greeted by a harsh glare emanating from the sterile white ceiling above him.

Disoriented, he soon discovered he lay atop a cold metallic stretcher, rigid and unforgiving beneath him.

Grunting in discomfort, Miguel rolled his head to the side where a tray of medical supplies rested on wheels. Various syringes and vials occupied its surface, suggesting recent use.

Just as Miguel started to relax, a chillingly serene voice invaded his personal space.

"We were worried you wouldn't wake," you said nonchalantly, studying him with such intensity.

Startled, he whipped his head towards the source, finding you perched comfortably on another bed nearby.

Eyes locked onto yours, Miguel felt his blood run cold at your unsettling calmness – unmistakably predatory in nature.

An oppressive silence filled the space between you both, punctuated only by the relentless buzzing of fluorescent lights above.

Unsettling tranquility hung heavy in the air as you leaned forward expectantly, ready to continue your conversation.

"We hope you were dreami-"

However, before you could finish speaking, Miguel sprang into action. In one swift motion, he flung himself off the stretcher, grabbed its metal railing, and hurled the entire thing directly at you with impressive speed.

You remained entirely unfazed by the incoming projectile as long tendrils burst forth from underneath your clothing, effortlessly stopping the stretcher mere inches from your face.

Each individual strand contorted and flexed in unison, crushing and tearing into the metal structure with minimal effort before casting aside remnants like discarded waste material.

As quickly as it had begun, it ended; an eerie stillness hanging in the air.

Miguel was gone.

"Rude."

There was no anger in your tone - simply mild irritation tinged with disappointment.

~~~~~~~~~~

Miguel sprinted through the winding corridors without looking back, every fiber of his being urging him forward. Every muscle screamed in agony as he rounded corners and vaulted obstacles with newfound determination.

Eventually reaching the expansive hub of activity, he observed countless Spider-People working alongside each other, collectively pushing back against an overwhelming tide of evil forces.

Relief washed over him momentarily, replaced almost instantly by renewed determination - finding Spider-Byte and fixing The Go-Home-Machine was now mission critical.

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Suspended midair via tendrils looped around his neck, Hobgoblin gasped for breath while desperately thrashing around in random directions. His struggles proved futile against your iron grip; eyes bulging in terror as he looked at your calm expression.

You waved a photograph casually under his nose, tapping at the figure of Miguel. Two other figures were captured in the image, but they had been scratched out with sharpie in an erratic way.

"Have you seen him pass by?" You asked sweetly, casually flicking your wrist in a manner that tightened the hold slightly – eliciting a panicked yelp from the trapped villain.

With subtle adjustments to your grip, you allowed enough leeway for Hobgoblin to speak freely without fear of suffocation taking over completely.

His voice trembled as he stammered out his denial. "No, I swear! Never seen him!" He insisted, frantically shaking his head to emphasize sincerity.

You dismissed Hobgoblin's protests with a simple hum, signaling your skepticism but accepting his statement nonetheless.

You released Hobgoblin abruptly, your tendrils flinging him through the air until he collided with a nearby wall with bone-crunching force. Dust clouds rose as he slumped to the ground lifelessly.

Your attention shifted towards another hostage suspended upside down by your tendrils - a Western-style cowboy hat obscuring most of his face save for a pair of terrified eyes peering back at you warily through his red bandana.

"¿Y tú, arañanita?" you queried gently, pulling him closer while pressing the photograph up against his masked face for emphasis.

"Have you seen him?"

Unease etched across his features as he examined the snapshot showing Miguel's likeness within its borders. Despite attempts to hide his recognition behind a facade of stoicism, the slight twitch of his eyebrow revealed the truth.

He knows

"I don't even know who he is," he lied smoothly, maintaining composure despite the racing rhythm drumming through his body like wildfire.

Yet as his gaze met yours, fear gripped him fully as he saw a knowing look reflected in your irises and a faint smile gracing your lips.

You know

"We're in a hurry, so we'll make this quick," you murmured soothingly.

With those final words uttered, two thick tendrils snaked their way around his skull, muffling any protest that lingered on his tongue thereafter.

Within moments, the helpless cowboy found himself engulfed in complete darkness due to your suffocating grasp covering his face entirely.

His muffled cries grew louder but ultimately faded into the air of the isolated area.

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #male!reader #yandere!reader #venom!reader #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #itsv x reader #male reader #villain!reader #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #spiderman #spiderman x reader #venom symbiote #Vemon!reader

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cillivnz · 1 year ago

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nadie como mi pantera [miguel o’hara]

PAIRING — SPIDER-MAN 2099 x ANOMALY!READER

TROPE — enemies to fuckers (?)

WORD COUNT — 2.4k+

WARNINGS — SMUT. eighteen+. AFAB!READER. cursing, injuries, legal age-gap, mentions of male and female masturbation, mentions of trauma, dark!miguel, heavy degradation, marking, biting, venom-play (?), a little bit of objectification, degrading names and descriptions, pet-names, dub-con, breast/nipple play, fingering, clit-play, bondage, public sex, size difference, penetrative sex (p! in v!), jealousy, dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, miguel being down bad for reader, basically.

A/N — you really thought i wouldn’t write for papí? i don’t like this but i had to write for miguel and i had to write for him as soon as possible. i was listening to this C.R.O song that inspired me to write this, so, i hope you enjoy my take at my favorite kind of miguel fiction! i’d love to hear your thoughts in my asks <3

lowercase intended.

LISTENING TO — ‘Por La Carretera’ by C.R.O and ‘This Love’ by Pantera.

NOTES [excuse inaccurate translations]

“no puedes correr para siempre, perra.” — you can’t run forever, bitch.

‘viejo’ — old man

“estúpido, caliente puto bastardo.” — stupid, horny fucking bastard.

“joder, perra. atragantarse con mi polla así como así.” — fuck, bitch. choke on my cock just like that.

gilipollas — asshole

“si insistes, cariño.” — if you insist, honey.

querida — dear

“dios mío, ¿cómo puede una chica ser tan bonita y a la vez tan tonta?” — my god, how can a girl be so pretty yet so dumb?

puta — bitch

“yo también pensé en mi pantera…” — i thought of my pantera, too…

“𝐴𝑌， 𝑁𝐴𝐷𝐼𝐸 𝐿𝑂 𝐻𝐴𝐶𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑀𝑂 𝑇𝑈́,”

running was all you knew.

at the sight of danger, in the fear of things, you ran; or perhaps, your pride didn’t allow it to be called, “fleeing”.

either way, despite being the most notorious villain of your world, you were running away from a monster chasing you, and so you ran like him, on all fours.

“no puedes correr para siempre, perra.”

you hear him grunt, leaping from building-to-building.

he ached, not that you knew, but he ached to catch a hold of you, and for reasons he wasn’t willing to reflect upon right now.

he just needed more than the ghost of your touch against his talons for hands, to feel the softness of your flesh against his claws, not for a moment, but an eternity.

“mírame, viejo.”

“can’t catch me.” you spoke the same few words you always did to him, before leaping through yet another portal, except you were slow; fatally, too slow. so when just about your upper half slid through the dimensional portal, you were yanked back into hell by the devil himself attached to your calf.

miguel o’hara’s claws sinked deep into your flesh.

“caught you.”

you were the root cause of all his problems these days. the pinnacle of his annoyance, agitation, and arousal.

“estúpido, caliente puto bastardo,” he’d often curse at night, following the lines, “joder, perra. atragantarse con mi polla así como así,” pumping his throbbing cock at the thought, the sight of you, hidden behind mounds of paperwork, peering at the multiple cameras he’d installed in your apartment.

a part of him cherished the cat-and-mouse chase, yearned for it. the other, rational, heroic bit knew he was wrong. he should’ve captured you at your most vulnerable; spread wide apart, rubbing leisurely at your swollen clit, but he didn’t. he simply couldn’t do anything but breathe haphazardly, or unzip his suit and start stroking himself at the pace with which you fingered yourself.

he thought he was in the clear, letting this continue for months, but jessica seemed to have caught on, offering to catch you for him, which was when he snapped; at her, and at any spider who dare mention your name.

there was talk at the tables, you were labelled the sexiest, most beautiful anomaly. multiple peters lined up to offer to be appointed to you, but it only added fuel to the fire that was miguel o’hara’s temper.

his efficiency, skill, and authority were at stake. and so, he finds himself chasing after you, yet again.

only this time, he didn’t let you escape.

his own eyes widened when his talon ripped through your limb. the colour left his face, a panicked expression painted all over his hidden face. carefully, yet fervently he removed them from your leg. by the time he did so, he was on top, and you were right beneath him, pressed so tightly against his chest.

instinctively, you raised your ass, pressing into his constricted crotch. the gesture knocked the air out of miguel, who had deemed you to be in agony from the cut on your leg, but when miguel looked back at your black suit, he saw healed flesh through the torn fabric; soft and tender, like the rest of you.

he took off his mask, turning you over.

he took off yours, too. it were as if another moment without seeing your face would’ve sent him spiralling madly into the multiverse of armageddon.

solace, is what your face brought. agony, is what it put him through. everything about you, be it y/n y/l or his pantera was so, so perfect.

her eyes, mere slits staring at him with offence and hatred, yet the pupils dilate when his grip on your waist tightens, her plump lips muttering various curses at his name, but even the most vile profanities sounded like honeyed words of love coming from those perfect, bordeaux lips. her frown, her cute nose, her perfect hair, a mess underneath her mask, framing perfectly against her frame; so tiny compared to the mammoth monster towering over her.

she is perfect, and nobody does it like her.

nobody ruins canons like her, and she’s got every reason. the things she’s been through, miguel knows an angelita like her doesn’t deserve anything she’s had to endure. it all made her stronger, until she was blamed for things she had no control over; her powers, her ability to survive. her perfection, that the world tried to take advantage of. so, it comes as no surprise to miguel o’hara that the sweet y/n y/l resorted— no, was pushed to the dark side.

as much as he sympathises, and even cares for the girl he’s grown fond of, the girl that calls him ‘viejo’ with utmost conceit, he must teach her a lesson.

one she’d remember.

“i told you i’d catch you.” he leaned closer, a baritone in his velvet voice. “fuck off, miggy.” if it weren’t for ‘viejo’, it were ‘miggy’. see, o’hara wasn’t the only one spying, and y/l did enough digging to find out all about him, hence the constant reminder of their age-gap. the only difference between the two was that y/n stopped watching after what was useful, whereas miguel deemed eyeing her figure 24/7 as very necessary; even when she’d change in her room, and especially when it was into a skimpy dress to go out with some lowlife edgelord that couldn’t even pay for her drink.

miguel still has the fuckface hanging upside down in some alleyway in some multiverse.

nobody touches pantera.

“hermosa, don’t talk to me like that,” he warned in response to your curse. “oh, bite me, gilipollas.” you smirked, not anticipating his next move.

“si insistes, cariño.” he shrugged before releasing his fangs from their pillowy casing, his plump lips, to reach for your pulse point and bite. hard.

her shriek of pain turned into a wanton moan when he injected a small dose of venom into her, licking the open wound clean, savouring the ferric sweetness.

“damn you, son of a bitch,” you huffed in between breaths, “what have you done to me?” he groaned against your skin, setting every inch ablaze.

he breathed in your scent, face pressed in your slowly bleeding neck, before spreading your limbs wide and apart. he rose, shooting webs on each ending, one by one, tying you in place.

you were trapped in his embrace, on the helipad of a skyscraper. before realisation dawned in on you, miguel was dragging his mouth over your body, from the throat downwards, his protruding fangs ripping through whatever fabric came in the way, and soon enough, he had ripped through your suit, till he was right above your cunt.

a smirking miguel eyed you, conceit and shamelessness painted all over his flawless face. his large hands gripped the ripped suit from each slit and tore it off of you, leaving you only in your panties. “fucking hell, querida, no bra?” his face contorted in need at the sight of your bountiful chest, nipples hardening when the cold air of nueva york hit them.

his mouth felt obliged to latch onto both of your buds, paying the heed they so desperately craved. “days,” he began, “only i know how weeks, months went by in craving you.” “you make me hate myself, y/n.” “you don’t belong here,” he had moved on to your neck, placing sloppy wet kisses. raising himself just enough to eye you, he dipped two of his fingers into his fanged mouth, covering them in spit, before burying his face back into your neck and plunging a finger inside you.

you moaned, grinding against the palm of his large hand to provide some relief to your throbbing clit.

“you’re an anomaly,” he groaned, feeling you tighten around him, not even letting him bury himself knuckle deep. “and yet, you’re dying to fuck me.” you managed to mock miguel. “didn’t say you’re not insatiable.” his calculating eyes were fixated on the sight of your pussy swallowing his fingers.

spreading your lips apart using his index and ring finger, he plunged further into you. soon enough, while he still cursed your existence out in spanish, three of his fingers were fucking you open causing a delicious tremor of pain to run through you.

when your eyes closed in awaiting excruciating pleasure, he bit into the same, now healed, skin of your neck injecting a larder dosage of the apparent venom. “eyes on me, querida.”

he feigned a look of inncocece whereas nothing about your acts was innocent.

he looked angelic while committing the devil’s sins, fingering you at godspeed while his crimson eyes stared into your soul.

“gonna come, love? sí, good girl, let it all out f’me.” and you did.

spasming around his fingers, you let out pent-up frustration of months, because the truth is, you’ve always been a woman of reciprocity.

an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth,

an orgasm for an orgasm.

“i wanna suck it.” you whined between pants, trying to break free from the webbed bondage. “hm, tempting,” the clocks of contemplation seemed to be ticking behind those crimson eyes, “but no.” he shook his head, creating regrettable distance between the two of you. “but i want it—” you whined,

“and i want you to go back to your universe. for the sake of the multivers—”

“oh, to hell with you and your multiverse, o’hara. just fuck me and get it over with.”

you rolled your eyes, but were soon put in regret when a hand wrapped around your throat.

“you think that’s all i’m gonna do? dios mío, ¿cómo puede una chica ser tan bonita y a la vez tan tonta?” he ‘tsked’, “i’m not just gonna ‘fuck you and get it over with’, i’m gonna ruin you for everyone else.” you had no idea when he had the time to discard his lower half of the suit, until you felt something sinister and sinful rubbing against your slit.

“so wet, querida. and all for me?” he groaned shamelessly, the sound resonating in your core. villainous tendencies getting the best of you, you couldn’t help but tease, “not really, i thought peter b. would swing by.” you shot him a shit-eating grin, trying your level best not to show how pleasurable his cock rubbing against you felt.

you knew you were fucked when he clenched his jaw, crimson eyes glowing to a dangerous fluorescent scarlet, before he laughed dryly, “you’re gonna fucking regret that.”

you yelped when he turned you around, shooting more webs onto your constricted frame. in your new position, you were forced to lie with your back arched, tits pressed against the cold concrete, unwavering with how greatly they were held in place. each limb was securely taped to the floor, every inch of your body covered in sticky webs, all except the very hole where he’d shoot in his special web.

“you like this, puta? i know i do.” he said, stroking your leaking slit with his cock.

“my very own glory hole.”

he didn’t give you a moment to retaliate, instantly shoving his entire length inside you.

you were a goner.

from the way his anomaly of a cock slammed against your g-spot repeatedly, in full combat with your cervix, to the way his heavy balls slapped your clit, his talons ripping two holes just around your areoles to pull and pinch your nipples.

“miguel…” you moaned repeatedly, like a chant praising the god on his knees behind you. “what happened to ‘viejo’, hm? you like this old man’s cock too much to care now? yeah? too cock-drunk on an older guy?” he growled, in between unfaltering thrusts. “it’s okay, bébé, this pussy is my reward, too. isn’t it? i’ve been so patient with you. ‘never complaining when you touch yourself.”

“i’m not selfish like that. i want my hermosa to touch herself when she thinks of me. i know you say my name, cariño. i know you say ‘miguel’.” you buried your face further in your shame, cheek pressed against the cold concrete. “it’s okay, yo también pensé en mi pantera when i fuck my fist.”

you moaned at the thought of him jerking off to you, ready to give all the pennies in the world for his thoughts, his fantasies you’re more than obliged to fulfil.

“i’m gonna cum—” you managed to warn just in time as you creamed on his cock. “sí, querida. so good f’me.” he brought two fingers to your clit, overstimulating your high.

you writhed around, but miguel wouldn’t budge.

he still fucked in and out of you, bottomed out completely, to just the tip in, all with relentless speed and vigour.

“fuck, your cunt is so tight, y/n. hell, i might just keep you.”

“mi pantera is my fuckdoll.”

the overstimulation killing you, “no more… n-no more!” you moaned wantonly, but miguel didn’t stop his fervent flicks on your clit, nor the torturous pummelling your pussy was enduring.

when you neared your second orgasm, miguel made sure you reached it, but didn’t give you the satisfaction of riding out your high. pulling out, he gently tapped on your pussy, watching it spasm around nothingness, and then he slammed his cock inside you, letting your gaping pussy milk him dry.

the sight was something to see.

miguel o’hara, the work-consumed maniac who never let anyone see any side of him other than solemnity, had more expression on his face than ever before. face contorted in pleasure as he shot ropes of his load into you, grip tightening around your hips, his plump lit ripping between his sharp teeth.

“fuck,”

“𝑵𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑶 𝑴𝑰 𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨.”

he groaned, staying buried deep inside of you for a few more lingering moments.

he slashed your constricts, hesitantly pulling out his cock from your hole, its new home.

“still hell-bent on wreaking havoc?” he asked, flipping your spent body over, placing a lustful kiss on your swollen lips. “no, sir.” you whispered softly, causing a wave of arousal to wash over miguel, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to act on it.

“good, because i was serious about keeping you.” he stared you dead in the eyes, wrapping those colossal arms around your body; like putty in his hands. putting on his suit again, he carried you away in the still of the night.

your villainous days, perhaps, are over, but something tells you, you and miguel are far from it.

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