Poor Baby (18+)

poor baby (18+)

joel miller x fem reader (no use of y/n)

summary: everyone knew joel's wife was cheating on him, and you were going to help him feel like a man again if it was the last thing you did. (aka, your best friend's dad/neighbor can have whatever he wants from you)

word count: 2685

tags: explicit sexual content (18+), no outbreak, age gap (college graduate/late 40s), dirty talk, free use kink, a bit of misogyny for the sake of sexiness (sorry!), masturbation, no penetration but maybe a part 2? ( 👀), degrading language, cum play, cheating (sorry to Mrs. Miller)

[edit: part 2 here]

Everyone knew that Joel’s wife was cheating on him. It’s not as though the two had seemed like a real couple in over a decade and a half, but it was still sad to think about. Even Sarah didn’t have the strength to make a fuss about it, scared to rock the boat of her parents’ marriage. If you asked her, what was the point of divorce after twenty years of marriage?

The situation was not lost on Joel, and it was hard to watch. He wasn’t the man you remembered. The old Joel knew he was the hottest dad in the neighborhood. He attended PTA meetings and school fundraisers with his perfectly fitted t-shirts, showing off his tanned, toned arms and flexing subtlety when he knew the moms were watching. He walked around with a certain pride, knowing that he was the perfect mix of devoted father and caring husband.

You and Sarah were back in your hometown for the summer after graduation, wasting away a few months while you both tried to decide between grad school and finding a starter job. You hadn’t seen Joel in a few years, and the transformation was shocking.

Sarah explained everything to you the first night there, how she knew that her mom was secretly having an affair with a man at her work.

You weren’t proud of it, but Joel had always been your biggest fantasy. You had first met him in your late teens when your family moved to Texas, and you hadn’t stopped thinking about him since. Of course, your friendship with Sarah was more than just a way to get more facetime with her criminally attractive father, but it certainly helped motivate you.

That’s what made it all so much harder now seeing him walk around like a shell of the man he once was. There was a part of you that knew exactly what he needed, but it was unfortunately that part of you that was raised on your mom’s old copies of Cosmopolitan and watching her Sex and the City boxset when she wasn’t home.

You needed to make him feel like a man again. You wanted to help him give into his own desires. You wanted to fulfil his needs, even if that involved a bit of self-degradation. The thought simultaneously turned you on and also made you want to apologize to your old Women’s Studies professor.

You understand very well the lack of morality in your plan, and you just had to pray that Sarah would never find out. In your mind, though, you were doing this in part to help her, to help her father get his lust for life back.

There had been several preliminary attempts to get his attention. Wearing skimpy little outfits every time you went over to see Sarah, asking to ‘take a dip in the pool’ in your cutest swimsuits, and always finding ways of cornering Joel in one-on-one conversations.

You flirted with him shamelessly. Instead of joking back with you or even seeming flattered, Joel seemed… shy? After every compliment you gave him, he would look down at the ground and mumble something self-deprecating. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. The star of all of your most depraved sexual fantasies was… bashful?

The best he gave you was a comment on how much you had changed since he last saw you. It was spoken quietly, with an inscrutable look on his face as he avoided your needy gaze. But it was the way his eyes fell down your body—wrapped only in a strappy sundress—that gave you the motivation you needed to keep going.

You knew you had to act soon, but the right moment was failing to present itself.

That was, until your parents held one of their painfully-cheesy-but-always-fun neighborhood game nights, and the Millers walked in. You wouldn’t have expected to see them participating in things like this as a couple anymore, but they had always been regulars in the past. Keeping up appearances, you figured.

You had the homefield advantage finally, and you didn’t have to worry about Sarah, as she was out on a date with an old crush from high school.

After Joel and his wife were greeted by your parents at the front door, they stepped inside. Your parents were busy asking his wife something borrowing their fishing poles next weekend. He looked up and saw you standing at the top of the staircase with a smile, and his eyes immediately adverted, looking to the ground. Then, he gave a small awkward smile as he looked back up for a moment. He was acting like a shy little schoolgirl for you.

Everyone ended up outside on the patio, enjoying the summer night while playing whatever new boardgame someone had brought over. You doubted anyone had noticed when Joel slipped away, entering back into the house. As far as he knew, you were still out of the house after your parents sent you on a quick grocery run to get some more tortilla chips. He didn’t see that you were already back home, in the living room tucked behind one of the couches, flipping through an old issue of Esquire.  

So, you watched him ascend the staircase, looking around like a nervous child about to steal candy from the local convenience store. Your heartrate quickened when you heard the familiar squeak of the door to your room opening and closing.

You scrambled to your feet, trying to decide if you should go meet him up there right away or give it a few minutes. You were so excited about the possibilities of what he may be up to in there that you couldn’t hold yourself back for very long.

Before quietly padding up the stairs, you took a moment to assess yourself in a hallway mirror, applying a bit of lipstick and running your fingers through your hair. Even if he did have some legitimate reason to go in there (which seemed unlikely), you at least wanted to look good for him.

The stairs were wooden and notoriously noisy, which you liked because you could always hear when someone was coming. Over the years, however, you had mastered the art of walking upstairs silently, knowing exactly where to step to avoid the loud noises.

So poor Joel had no warning when you burst through the door and caught him red handed. Well, maybe his hands weren’t red, but the pair of panties he held in them certainly was. The look on his face was priceless; all shock and terror as he tossed the underwear to the side and tried to force his painfully erect cock back in his jeans.

He began spilling out apologizes. “I-I didn’t think you were going to be back so soon,” and “I just couldn’t help myself.”

You had closed the door again, now leaning against it with a small smile as you watched Joel grovel with a flushed face. You were so desperate for him you could have gotten off right there at the sight of it. You couldn’t believe you were getting what you wanted.

“P-please, sweetie, don’t be mad at me for this.”

Your heart broke at the pathetic sorrow in his voice. To see the man you had fantasized about for years, your teenage dream, reduced to this? To acting like some common perv, sniffing your dirty panties in secret?

What he needed became so clear to you in that moment. He needed permission. And you knew that he deserved more than just a quick jerk-off session in your bedroom. He deserved to get exactly what he was dreaming about: being the hot older man fucking his daughter’s best friend.

Maybe it was cliché, but it was fine as long as it worked in your favor.

You pulled up at the bottom of your dress, your hands moving underneath it to grab at the waistband of your panties. As you pulled them down your legs, you were glad you had the foresight to select another one of your sexiest pairs. Joel just watched, mouth agape, as you stepped out of them and walked over to where he was sitting on the bed, hands still covering his crotch in shame.

“Try these,” you whispered with a small smile.

He looked from you to the panties, then back at you. He must have thought he had fallen and smacked his head on something hard, that this was all a desire-ridden hallucination.

“I want you to have them, Mr. Miller.”

There was a war going on inside him. He had been a good man for so long, not only devoting his young adulthood to raising a baby he hadn’t planned on but also marrying the woman he got pregnant, even if they weren’t a perfect match. He had worked hard to be a role model for his daughter, always making the moral choices.

But his wife hadn’t made the moral choice when she first fucked her coworker, and you would be damned if Joel didn’t let himself make the same choice for himself now.

“Please.”

He quickly grabbed the underwear from your hands and held it like he didn’t know what to do with it, even though you had just seen that he knew exactly what to do with it.

“Jesus,” Joel muttered, eyes closed in shame. “You’re not gonna tell anyone about this, right?”

You smiled sweetly, falling to your knees. “It’ll be our little secret.”

He stared at you with those big brown eyes as you nestled between his legs.

“What are you doing, sweetie?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper, eyes finally meeting yours.

“Whatever you want,” you told him, and you believed it, too.

He let out a labored sigh as he unzipped his jeans again, pulling out his cock, which was still hard and leaking. As he did, he muttered something under his breath about how he was going to hell.

You weren’t worried about his eternal damnation, though. You were just happy to finally get a good look at his cock.  

“I always knew it had to be huge and beautiful,” you murmured as you stared lovingly at it, not totally realizing that you were speaking out loud. Joel chuckled.

“You were thinking about my cock?”

You were so happy to hear the teasing lilt in his voice, something to show you that he was gaining back his confidence already.

You looked up at him with a smile, and suddenly you were the bashful one all over again. “Of course. I used to wake up early just to catch a view of you across the street getting your mail in your boxers.”

He smiled, hand returning to his cock, enveloping it in your panties once more and giving it a slow stroke. “I had no idea you…”

His voice trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief.

“What?”

His eyes met yours and he grinned. “I had no idea you’d turn into such a fucking slut.”

Your mouth fell open and you had to bite your bottom lop to stop the smile from spreading across your face. He really was going to make your dreams come true.

“I shoulda known you were up to something,” he mumbled as he stared at you, still stroking himself languidly. “Every time I’ve seen you since you got back… your tits out, wearing those little dresses.”

Your heart swelled. He had noticed.

“All those things you said to me… I thought you were just making fun of me.”

Poor baby. This past year must have really done a number on him.

“I just wanted to give you a view you could enjoy,” you whispered, trying to urge him on. “Show what you could have if you just allowed yourself to take it.”

His breath hitched in his throat. “What do you mean?”

“Me. You can have me—to use, whenever you want.”

That look in his eyes—carnal desire burning. You could have died right there.

His hand started moving faster.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he muttered as he stifled a groan.

“We have all summer, Joel. Maybe even longer.”

He bit his bottom lip, his breathing getting faster.

Your hands moved to the back of your neck, where the halter top of your dress was tied together. You may have picked something that covered up your chest to avoid suspicion from your parents, but that didn’t mean Joel had to be deprived of a better look. You untied the strings and pulled the top of your dress down, showing off your sheer mesh bra.

Joel looked downright mesmerized.

“I’m right across the street, probably already dripping wet for you anyways. Just come on over and take me however you want. We can go back to yours and you can watch me swim naked in your pool. I can suck your dick on the patio. But what I really want is for you to fuck me in the bed you share with your wife.”

“Shit,” Joel choked out, eyes moving from your tits back to your face.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you? Let her smell my cunt on the sheets, let her know just good you made some little slut feel.”

He reached out to touch you, and you expected him to go for your breasts. He didn’t, though. His hand grabbed your chin, gripping it tight, causing your mouth to fall open for him again. You were surprised by how rough he was, but not surprised by the fresh pang of arousal it caused inside you.

“Don’t promise shit unless you can deliver, sweetie.”

You smiled as best you could while in his clutch. “I’m willing to deliver on much more than that.”

He let out another strangled noise, and you knew he was getting close.

“Whatever fantasy you have, I’ll fill it.”

He smiled. “Not picky, huh?”

“It all turns me on.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, eyes shut in pleasure. “I’m gonna cum, sweetie, where do you want it?”

You couldn’t believe he still wasn’t getting it.

“Wherever you want.”

He kept your face grasped in his and pulled you closer to his crotch, and you shut your eyes just in time as he began to cover your face in it. The feeling of it on your face, hot and sticky, as he groaned above you turned you on in a way you could have never anticipated. You couldn’t wait to get yourself off.

His breathing finally evened out, and he let go of your face. Slowly, you opened your eyes, pretty sure that none of it was covering your eyelids. The image you were greeted by was too fucking good, and you wished you could take a photo to remember it forever.

Joel, mouth still open as he tried to calm himself down, spent cock still in his hand, wrapped in your panties, staring at the piece of work he had just created.

You could have stayed there staring at each other for longer, but you were both called back to reality by the sound of your mom calling your name from downstairs.

Joel looked terrified, quickly cleaning himself up and putting himself away.

“Dare me to go downstairs like this?”

He scoffed with a disapproving look on his face. “Don’t be insane,” he muttered, looking around for something to clean you up with.

“Fine,” you replied with a giggle. “I’ll just have to take care of it.”

You dragged your thumb along your cheek, collecting it on your finger before popping it in your mouth. Maybe it didn’t taste amazing, but you knew it was just another way to remind Joel of how much you wanted to give yourself to him.

He watched eagerly as you continued, pushing it all in your mouth. You couldn’t imagine doing something like this for any other man you had ever known.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me, sweetie.”

You gave him a sweet smile, pulling your fingers out of your mouth with a ‘pop.’

“We have a long summer ahead of us, Mr. Miller.”

(read part 2 here!) (you know, if you want)

to leave the warmest bed i've ever known

pairing: spiderwoman!reader x miguel o’hara 

summary: after miguel’s fight with miles, you confront him in his office

warnings: this whole thing is basically one big argument there’s SO much angst, implied suicide attempt, HUGE ATSV SPOILERS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE, im projecting a little in some parts of this ngl (i cried writing a certain section of this, you'll know it when you read it lmao), mentions and descriptions of blood, gore, and death

word count:  4.1k

notes: i watched the movie yesterday…and miguel is on my mind. but i remember reading this namor x reader fanfic after i watched wakanda forever of a similar idea to this and i loved it so this is HEAVILY inspired by that fic, but just make it miguel. i would link it but ngl that was so long ago and i dont remember the author. if i end up finding it again ill put it here. also, just pretend miguel has been doing this whole spider society thing for a couple of years at least, it just needs to work like that for this ik its probably not canon but just roll with it lmao. and yes the title is a taylor swift lyric im so glad you noticed (im so sorry she's in my brain rn with the eras tour)

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The anger boiled up inside your chest as you stormed your way across the lobby. Hundreds of different Spider-Man variants were scattered across the area, some more injured than the others. It sickened you sometimes. How he had so many people under his grasp and just decided to throw some of them at the walls sometimes, not caring how hard they hit the floor because they were all just ammo to him. How despite his denials of it, that’s probably what your role was to him as well. Nothing more than a bullet in his massive machine gun. You normally tried not to think about it, how his determination towards his goal sometimes meant lack of care for others. But this time he had just gone too far. You always had a soft spot for Miles, watching closely on him whenever Miguel would let you go though scanners of all the different variants. You admired his struggle, but eventual success to taking up the previous Peter’s mantle, and always hated how Miguel talked about him. You knew there was no way Miles could’ve asked for any of this. For the pressures and struggles of being a Spider-Man, for everything causing such a strained relationship with his parents, for the death of his uncle, and for what will be the eventual death of his father. You definitely didn’t.

Ok lets do this one last time. Eh, whatever, there’s probably gonna be 50 other introductions after this one so it doesn’t really matter.

Being Earth-837’s Spider-Man has never been easy. Especially since you were bit when you were only 13 (another reason you sympathized with Miles and Gwen). Your life had followed the order of canon events to a perfect T, your older brother killed in a fight with a robber only two months after you were bit. You tried to overcome the burden of your powers by trying to live as normal of a teenage life as possible, but it was mostly in vain, having to give up multiple friendships and relationships in fear of those you love getting hurt. This was only elevated when your boyfriend Peter was murdered in the crossfire of an encounter with Doc Ock. You didn’t understand. You couldn’t. What you had done to deserve all of this. All you did was just be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You wonder sometimes what would happen if someone was in the same place you were when you got bit. If someone else went to the closed down area of that museum and ran into that spider. That stupid spider that ruined your life. Those thoughts slowly started to disappear for a bit. For a few years things were easy. Things seemed like they were finally going in your favor.

You were 25 when it happened. The last canon event. Ever since you were a little girl you hated your mother’s job. Losing nights of sleep over if she would come home or not. She always did though. She was good at her job. Too good though. Good enough to get promoted to police captain, which for who you were, was basically sealing her fate. She saved so many people that day. You were too busy fighting Venom to notice how much collateral damage you were causing in the process. Your mother’s job was to evacuate all the citizens away from the fight. She died shielding a child from incoming debris. A noble way to go. But god was it gruesome. You found her after the fight was over, two metal poles impaling her. One through her stomach and one straight through her face, pools of blood growing bigger below her as she was left there, all the paramedics busy trying to save the heavily injured. You froze when you finally recognized her, unable to at first due to how mutilated her face was from the pole. Suddenly, you were transported back to being a six year old, falling asleep outside the door to your mother’s bedroom so you would know exactly when she would come home. Purposefully falling asleep in her arms so that she couldn’t go anywhere. When you used the key she had given you to get into her apartment that night, and you slept in her room, desperate to intake anything left of her before she was fully gone. You doused yourself in her perfume so it still felt like she was standing right behind you. You had always loved her smell. The smell of vanilla, curl product, and fancy perfume. They were attached to memories you had of her. Trying on her heels when you were a kid to try and be fancy like her. Smelling her hair in the morning before school to comfort you before she left for work. Despite all of this bringing you comfort, all it really did was cause further denial in your heart. That one day you were gonna hear the keys clacking in the keyhole to your apartment one more time. That’s all you really wanted. You would give everything up in a heartbeat just to hear her police scanner go off one last time. But it wasn’t going to. And it was your fault. Deep down you knew it was. You should’ve done a better job controlling the debris. You had always been a messy fighter, but you didn’t know it was going to mean anything until it was too late. 

How you got up to the top of that building is still a blur to you to this day. But next thing you know, you were looking at the New York City skyline from the very top of the Empire State Building. And at the very edge too. You heard some sounds behind you, but you just decided it was the wind howling from how high up you were. You were just so tired. Everything and everyone you loved was cursed all because of you. And with your mother as the most recent victim, you decided you finally had enough. You took a deep breath, eyes overflowed with water, as you set your foot forward. Your plummet was interrupted by a sudden contact you felt to your forearm. Shock filled your body as you turned around to look at what had stopped your attempt. The blue hand was massive, nearly wrapping back around onto itself as it held onto you for dear life. You finally looked up at face that the hand belonged to. The mask that covered the massive figure was a strange one. Blue with strange red silhouettes for the eyes. It kind of reminded you of…your own costume? That couldn’t be though there was no way. This must be the afterlife or something. You already jumped and that's why you didn’t remember your way up to the top. This was some kind of creature trying to stop you from jumping down to hell below. His breaths were heavy and loud, almost like he was desperate to stop you. This convinced you that this was real, which caused you to try to escape from his grip. He was stronger than you, and was putting up a huge fight. You were slick though. Once you were out of his hand, you closed your eyes and quickly made your jump. Everything flashed before your eyes. Your brother, Peter, your mom. You were hoping to see them soon. This was very quickly interrupted again when you suddenly stopped falling. Something had attached itself to your stomach. You opened your eyes. A web? This web was much different than yours though. It was glowing a bright, neon orange. The man was holding onto the end of it tightly with both hands. His mask then disappeared to show his face. His was long, matching how big the rest of his body was, defined cheek bones sticking out. Brown wavy hair slicked back with a few loose strands flying out in the wind. The look of desperation on his face stook out most of all. Why did he care so much? He didn’t know you, and you definitely didn’t know him. “Let me pull you up. Please,” he said to you between shaky pants. You stared at him for a bit before nodding. He slowly pulled you up with the string of his web, each move more careful than the last. As soon as your feet were planted safely back on the roof of the building, he wrapped you up in his massive arms. You appreciated the gesture, but you didn’t return it, still very confused about why he was so concerned. He was so big around your body though, you couldn’t help but feel a little comforted, feeling his still shaky breaths against the hairs of your neck. Soon after, he clicked on some buttons on his neon orange watch and led you into a portal.

The rest is history. You’re grateful he found you that day. It allowed you to meet so many people, Peter B., Jess, Gwen, Hobie, Ben, Pavitr, Margo. They all related to you and you felt like you could share things with them that you couldn’t do with anyone else. You had grown especially close to Peter and Jess, both of them having been in the game for a long time, just like you. They both knew how you felt, having lost so much and growing so tired after so many years. Peter even named you as Mayday’s godmother when she was born, a gesture that caused you to nearly kill him with your hug. Miguel though was different. He wasn’t nearly as social as the rest of your friends, but you found yourself having much more intimate moments with him (in more ways then one). You eventually found out why Miguel was so concerned for you the day you met. He had taken interest in your abilities early into looking for variants for his little “project”, but refrained from roping you into something so dangerous while you were still in your teens. Once you were old enough though, he started paying more and more attention, hoping to catch you in a fight and recruit you then. But he was always pulled away with more important duties to attend to. That was until he witnessed your canon event. He had seen it happen so many times before through his scanners. It was going to happen. It had to in order for your universe to not collapse in on itself. But for some reason, yours hurt more than the rest to him. Especially how you coped with it. Seeing you wrap yourself up in her blankets and clothes broke his heart. He knew where this would lead to. That’s why he was there that day. To save you. He had to, or he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. You got your own watch immediately, along with your own room in the Spider Society headquarters. He stayed close with you for the first month of you being a member of the team. When he wasn’t out on missions, he was with you. You didn’t really know what to label you two as, but whatever was going on, you liked it. And he did too.

That is until Miles came into the picture. Once Miles was bit, all hell broke loose for Miguel. He was always in some alternate dimension catching some Spider-Man villain who got out and rangled them back over here, falling back over to you more beat up and bruised than the last time. You couldn’t imagine how much stress he was under, the fate of the entire multiverse up to him. You had some ways of helping him relieve his stress, but you wish you could convince him that he wasn’t alone in this. But nothing ever got through to him. He had become distant, aloof even. You tried bringing it up to Jess every so often, but she would just brush it off. “That’s how he’s always been.” Not to you he hasn’t. This week has been hell though. With Spot making it over to Miles, Miguel had been going into rages all week. You had put up with it for now, but that was all about to stop. Watching how harsh he was being on Miles, throwing so many Spider-Men at an innocent boy, risking all of their lives in the process. Disregarding everything Gwen and Peter were feeling and then throwing Gwen back into her broken world with nothing. He had gone too far. No one else was going to stand up to him about it, so you knew it had to be you. Maybe he would listen, maybe he wouldn’t. It didn’t really matter. He just needed to hear it.

“It’s not worth it you know.” The voice snapped you out of your thoughts, stopping you in your tracks. “You know how stubborn he gets over these things,” said Jess, trying to convince you to save your breath. “I don’t care. I have to at least try,” you responded, monotonically. “I just don’t understand how you can follow him so blindly and not see what he’s doing is wrong.” “Because he isn’t wrong. I don’t know about you, but I’m not just gonna stand by and let some kid’s stupid decisions destroy another Earth,” Jess argued. “He’s just trying to save his dad, I can’t understand how that makes him such a bad person,” you said, finally turning around to face her, shocked when she was closer to you than expected. “You know exactly why. Don’t be so naive, y/n,” she shot back. “You can’t stop me,” you said staring straight into her. She shrugged. “Then I can’t help you.” She began to walk away. You did to, until you heard her say. “You don’t know how much he cares for you.” You turned around to face her again, but her back was still to you, her head tilted ever so slightly to look at you. “If you really do care for the kid, watch what you say to Miguel right now. Cause you might just give him the final push he needs to do what needs to be done.” You didn’t give her a response, and just simply kept walking. You felt Jess’ eyes on your back as you entered the elevator to get up to Miguel’s office.

The elevator ride up felt longer than it should’ve, as you tried to gather all of your thoughts and emotions together so even if he didn’t listen, your words would still stick with him in some way. You didn’t necessarily want to hurt him (though your fists were telling you otherwise), but you did want him to be aware of what he’s done. Once the doors finally opened, all of that work flew out the window as rage took over your body again, seeing Miguel up there looking at the scanners. The fact that he looked just as normal as he always does made you furious. It’s like nothing happened. “You know, I could hear you coming in from the lobby,” he said, almost stopping you in your tracks. You hated when he did that. Claiming that he knew what your every move was going to be. Like you were under his control or something. “Yeah, well then you must’ve heard me talking to Jess, which means you know exactly what this is about,” you shot back, stopping to where you could see him perched up there. “Why don’t you just save me the conversation about morality and just come up here and kick my ass already. It’ll save both of us time,” he said, not even taking his eyes off the scanners to look down at you. This only added to your fury. “That’s not what I’m here for Miguel, so don’t you dare try to twist my words here. What you did to that kid was fucked up and you know it.” “Oh yeah, then why didn’t you try to do anything to stop me?” he questioned. “Because I’m not stupid Miguel. I’m not gonna try to take down hundreds of Spider-Men at once.” “Oh, cause you’re so much better than that?” This wasn’t like him at all. That gentle, kind, and caring Miguel you once knew was gone, taken over by some sort of personal vendetta he had against Miles. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but this all needs to stop before it gets taken too far. You’re getting into a fight you can’t win. That kid’s strong and so are his allies. And if you go any further into this, I won’t be here to help you.” He stayed still and only turned his head to look at you. “And what makes you think that you’re so important to my plan that it’ll fall apart if you leave? Have you really become that pretentious?”

Your body froze. Have I really? No no no, that’s exactly what he wants. If you begin to doubt yourself now, you’ll stay and nothing will change. You knew you were right. He was trying to crumble you down, but you wouldn’t let that happen. “And you really think that one kid is going to ruin something that you’ve been working for for years? How insecure you’ve become.” “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, turning back away from you. You did the same, wiping off your face in anger. “I hate it when you do tha-,” you said as you turned back around, but were cut off to find Miguel standing there right in front of you. He was close. Too close to your liking, although in any other circumstance you would’ve found this attractive. He tilted his head up, but his eyes were down staring daggers into yours. You hated how much he tried to make himself seem more superior to you. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he repeated, this time slower as if you were a child. “He’s just a kid Miguel,” you said in a low, quiet voice. “An anomaly. And a dangerous one at that.” “God Miguel, all he wants to do is protect his dad, do you know how insane you sound right now?” you said letting out a slight laugh when you finished. You backed away from him a little. “He doesn’t know how much damage he’ll do with this. Saving his father will only prolong the inevitable. His world will be gone within hours if he does this. All I’m trying to do is make him understand,” he tried to explain. “By trying to kill him.” “You always have to exaggerate the situation,” he said palming his face. “But that’s essentially what you’re trying to do isn’t it? Why not snuff out the problem entirely by taking him out!” He signed and began to walk away while you were talking, bringing up your anger even more. “Yeah, use all the power you’ve accumulated over the years and just take out the small problem! Except this isn’t just a fly on the wall Miguel. This is a child! An innocent boy who didn’t ask for any of this to happen to him, just like how we didn’t. I get it, I’m sorry that this job is stressful, I really am. But that gives you zero right to act the way you are!” You were screaming at him at this point. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want your emotions to get the best of you. But he was being too stubborn. This was the only way you thought you could get to him. You might not have wanted to, but you needed to hurt him now. It was the only way.

“You can’t be so power blind that you refused to accept the fact that there could be a way around Captain Davis’ death. You said we saved Earth’s before, I’m sure we could do it again.” Your anger only kept rising when he kept walking away and didn’t respond. “This is a personal thing isn’t it?” you asked calmly. You knew it was working now when he stopped walking. “Yeah, it it. You won’t let Miles get his happy ending. Because why should he be pardoned of his burden while the rest of us have suffered so much. While you’ve suffered so much.” The answer to your question was confirmed when Miguel stayed silent. “Just because you didn’t get the life you wanted Miguel, doesn’t mean you have the right to stop other people from getting theirs.” You knew you overstepped the line when Miguel turned around and started walking towards you, fury burning in his crimson eyes. “Yeah, so what! What if that is what this is all about! You should know better than anyone how much this job takes away from you!” he screamed at you, backing you up into a wall. “Why should he get to be let off so easily, while people like you and me have to suffer so much? Don’t try to turn me into the villain here when I know you’re thinking the exact same thing, y/n.” He wasn’t entirely wrong. You had wondered it at some points. “I won’t let you turn this onto me Miguel, this is about you,” you fired back. “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easily. I know you’re thinking it. And you’re right. Why should Miles get let off so easily when you’ve lost so much.” He held your hands in his, trying to connect to you. “And you have mi vida. You’ve had so much taken from you and it’s unfair. Why should he only have lost one person when you’ve had three taken from you. Your brother, Peter, your moth-.” He was cut off by your hand striking against his face in a harsh blow. “If you’re smart, and I know you are, you’ll keep those three out of them. I won’t let you drag their names through the dirt for something as stupid as this.” You both stood there for a while, both of your eyes looking towards the ground, hoping it would open up to swallow you both as an escape from this god awful conversation. You never wanted it to come to this. In all honesty, you cared for Miguel. You might’ve even loved him, if you were even capable of doing such a thing. You hoped he felt the same way about you, but in a job like this, he always had at least one wall up around you. It just wasn’t worth it anymore. You were too tired to keep trying for something that was most likely going to fall apart in the end. 

“You’re still going after him aren’t you?” you asked, finally breaking the silence. Miguel looked back up at you. “You can’t ask me not to. You know better than anyone why this is so important to me.” He moved his hand up to cup your cheek and kissed your forehead gently. You let it sit there for a minute out of habit before pushing it off your face. “And you must know why I can’t stay anymore then.” His shoulders dropped. “Whatever this thing between us is. It’s over. I can’t stay beside someone who can’t see what he’s doing is wrong.” Miguel’s dropped hand turned into a fist of anger. “Fine,” he spat in your face. “I don’t need someone like you in my way. You’re just a liability to this anyways.” He began to walk away from you back to his scanners. “Just don’t come crying back over to me when your little plan doesn’t work out, cause I won’t help you.” He used his webs to pull himself back up to the platform to keep looking for Miles. You stood there for a second, gathering yourself. Five years. Out the door just like that. It bewildered you how easily a bond like you two had could be broken all because of one teenager. You began to make your way for the door before you said. “When this is all over…don’t try to find me.” He didn’t respond. Once the elevator doors opened, you rushed inside, desperate to get away from him. So many thoughts rushed through your head as the doors closed and you sunk down back to the lobby to leave. You didn’t have much of a plan. This could end up being a horrible idea. Your gut told you it was the right thing to do though. And that was enough for you. You walked out of the headquarters lobby with a new heart and a new mind, ready to take action for your new plan.

First though, you had to find Gwen.

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a/n: god that took longer than it should've. dw dw i'll do a part 2 if enough people ask for one. im not 100% sure how im gonna do a part 2 cause yk....idk how beyond the spiderverse is gonna go so tbh, we're just gonna make it go the way i want lmao. thanks for reading, ik this was kind of a long one lmao

NEXT CHAPTER

Tiny Spider

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: Your daughter has a few questions, and you suspect Miguel might just open a portal to another dimension.

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O'hara x spider-woman!reader

FLUFF. No warnings. Just ‘how are babies made’ and 'where do babies come from’ with Miguel and his daughter :)

"I can sense you, tiny spider."

Your eyes darted upwards only to find your daughter of six dangling from the celining by a single thread, wobbling slightly from side to side.

She stuck out her tongue, visibly distraught that she got caught.

"It's time to eat something. Come down now," you urged, pointing to the empty seat at the table.

As stubborn as her father, she wasn't easily convinced and merely dropped a little lower until she eye-leveled with both of you.

"I think Mayday is a terrible influence," you said. "Don't you think, Miguel?"

He was giving her the glare, but it wasn't enough. "No webs at the table."

"But, papá—”

Miguel remained unmoved. She wouldn't win this battle, but he wouldn't either unless you interveened.

"Eat your breakfast," you told her once again, sipping your herbal tea.

She was getting the hang of physics and motion, but it would take her a while to do so effortlessly and gracefully.

Swinging lightly, she managed to flip her feet down and land on the chair nearby.

Now the three of you could finally enjoy breakfast peacefully.

"Where did I come from?"

Miguel instantly frozen and you nearly dropped your cup of tea.

You offered her an understanding look, unsure of how to approach the topic. It's a topic that is bound to be brought up sooner or later, but one that both you and Miguel would rather have to touch later rather than sooner.

"What do you think?" you asked, exchanging a glance with Miguel who looked like he was one second away from imploding.

"Uncle Hobie said a big spider brought me here," she said excitedly. "That mamá and papá wanted me, so a big, big spider came here!," she gesticulated enthusiastically, arms up in the air to emphasise the proportions of said creature.

Miguel grunted and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Uncle Hobie... of course."

"Well..."

Her eyes darted from you to Miguel, waiting for confirmation.

You went first. "That's not what happened. Uncle Hobie isn't to be trusted with stuff like this, little spider."

"Or trusted at all," you heard Miguel mumble more to himself.

The thing with children is that they tend to be very expressive and transparent, so the moment you watched her smile drop, you knew something was wrong.

"You... didn't want me?" she whispered, bottom lip quivering into a pout.

"No! I mean - we did!" Miguel promptly rectified. "No big spider brought you here..." his eyes met yours seeking reassurance. "We did."

"That's it?" she asked, resring her elbows on the table and placing her jaw on both palms of her hands.

She looked... unimpressed.

Miguel nodded, chopping an apple into slices with one of his talons so she could have a bite.

"Pffff," she groaned. "Boring!"

Miguel O'hara wasn't one to be left speechless very often, so you figured this had definitely caught him off guard.

"Sometimes the truth can be boring," you said with a chuckle. "But we both really wanted you and that's what matters."

Your daughter didn't seem to care much about that and, in that moment, the flash of defiance and arms crossed in front of her chest reminded you of Miguel.

"So how did you bring me here?"

"Huh..."

Miguel glanced out the window as he cleared his throat.

Did he expect you to tackle this by yourself? He should have known better.

"Your father will be more than glad to explain," you said, leaning back in your seat, earning a death glare from him.

She was growing impatient by the second, eyes fixed on him as if awaiting a bedtime story.

"Go on, Miguel," you teased with a devious smile.

"Tell me, papá!" she suddenly banged both hands on the table. "I want to know!"

Miguel frowned. Deeply. If looks could kill, you reckoned you'd be six feet under by now.

But he wasn't getting off the hook easily.

"When two people like each other very much... that can happen," he said, not bothering with details.

"But how? How?" she was bouncing in her seat at this point.

You gave him an encouraging smile.

He sighed in defeat. "Hmm... I placed a tiny seed inside your mother one day," his voice was gentle and he seemed more confident now. "You grew and grew and, many months later, you were here with us."

It was an easy enough explanation.

But...

"Inside mama?"

"Yes. Like an egg," he said warmly, wrapping his large hand around her tiny one.

"A chicken egg?" she gasped, turning to you and you immediately noticed a front tooth missing already. Kids. "But... I'm not a chicken."

Her genuine innocence was so endearing that you couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Miguel..."

"Maybe I should have said spider egg?"

"Woah! Now that's cool!" she beamed and her eyes widened like a kid who had just been told they could have unlimited supply of candy. "So I'm really a spider!"

"A tiny spider, yes," he said with a faint smile.

Warmth filled your insides at once. Miguel was always meant to be a father. He was just a natural when it came to children.

He suddenly shot a single string of red web to land on the chair where your daughter sat, sliding it closer to him. She burst into laughter from the motion before putting on a forced serious face.

"No webs at the table!" she tried to mimic his tone, her index finger in front of her face.

He planted a soft kiss on it before bringing her into a tight embrance.

"No more hanging around Uncle Hobie unsupervised," he whispered into her ear.

Masterlist

Miguel por favor but he’s been hunting down reader for MONTHS bc he made his own lil dimension traveling watch and is fucking around- he finds the chase incredibly annoying but also kinda 😏😏😏

miguel o'hara who's been obsessed with you from the very start, dark eyes lingering for merely a second too long. miguel o'hara who loves the thrill of a chase, he's more than aware of the risks that come with jumping dimension. miguel o'hara who can't help but think of you 24/7, he didn't know what it was that got him so hooked. maybe it was your smile, how pretty those lips would look wrapped around his cock, or maybe it was how soothing your voice was when you apologised for bumping into him, what would you sound like moaning out his name whilst underneath him?

miguel o'hara who uses one of his inventions to assist his tracking, sneaking around in order to find out your main locations. it really wasn't that hard, especially with the small chip that he'd managed to attach onto your suit. miguel o'hara who knows that you're aware of his interest in you. oh but you were so cruel to him. you played into this game of cat and mouse, scratching your nails lightly down his chest as you teased him with flirtatious promises.

miguel o'hara who caresses the flesh of your ankle before yanking you towards him, theres no way he'll let you run away from him again. not after he's finally won. miguel o'hara who will worship your body like a god, mumbling praises into open mouthed kisses and nipping down to cover you with deep hickies. miguel o'hara who will rub his cum into tender flesh, he's possessive so of course he wants everyone to know who claimed you. "all mine, baby"

mentions. @loversreligion @truetogaia @ronwestbreeze @moxtailz @fleursbending @stargirlrchive @ateezinmymind

★⌗ vesp's thoughts . . . this is all i could write bc i'm like half asleep but let me know if u want this as a full fic, enjoy!!

© 2023 dilfverz. ─ please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works on other platforms without my permission.

thinking about lyla hiring you as miguel's in-person assistant because as good as she is, she can't stop miguel from throwing chairs across the room. she introduces you to miguel on your first day and he immediately tries to fire you, insistent he doesn't need someone to "babysit" him, let alone someone with half the muscle mass and twice the mortality. except lyla's the one paying you, and even if it's miguel's money, lyla has made sure he can't stop the checks from clearing. so you're here to stay.

he does his best to ignore you at first and for the most part, you rarely get in his way. he goes about his duties and you shadow him, only ever speaking when spoken to if ever at all. but then one day, he's had a particularly difficult time with an anomaly and suddenly his fangs are splitting his lip, his claws are punching holes into his desk, he's snarling and the rage is taking over him again.

he grabs the thing and flings it across the room-

and you catch it. you set it down, calmly, safely, and it's so shocking to miguel because he's never seen you exert more force than needed to open a door, and you caught it.

miguel's anger melts away just like that. he watches you exhale, watches you drag the heavy thing back over to him where he stands dumbfounded and feeling. silly. he didn't think- "instead of throwing things, you can take your anger out on me."

miguel goes blank. he sounds so pathetic when he fumbles for a "w-what?"

you smile, the first time he's ever seen you do so, "I'm a good partner."

this had to be a. prank, right? lyla had put you up to this? he knows it's been a while, and she'd made the joke plenty of times before, but. were you. really? miguel clears his throat, ready to rebuff you, but he thinks about it and...

I mean, it has been a while. "you work for me." he reasons. it's not a refusal, you notice.

"it's okay," you assure him, stepping closer, "this kind of thing's in the job description."

and god. miguel doesn't know, is it actually? had lyla really. done that? he'd muster up the embarrassment if you weren't standing right in front of him and smelling so good and this whole time he'd been convinced that if he even dared to touch you he might break you but you'd caught it without breaking a sweat. what else could you handle? what were you offering to take?

you step even closer and then-

your fists are up. you're crouching and your fists are up. miguel stares.

"come on, then," you taunt, smiling wider, "I've fought bigger."

sparring partner.

now miguel's really embarrassed. he doesn't even have it in him to actually take you up on your completely innocuous, innocent offer. you wanted to spar. you wanted him to take his anger out on you in a fight. you'd sapped the anger right out of him just from this conversation. maybe it'd be better if he took a nap instead. he hadn't had one of those in a while either.

when he continues to just stand there, staring, red hot in the face, you raise an eyebrow and your smile becomes a little... mischievous. "what? did you have something else in mind?"

part two

CARBON COPY | Miguel O'Hara

☆ premise: trying to find miles morales in earth-42, he encounters you. or at least, a version of you.

☆ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!alt universe!reader

☆ warnings: across the spiderverse spoilers, pregnant!reader, clueless!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, miguel's pov, some swearing

☆ a/n: oh my god. across the spiderverse is literally a masterpiece. into the spiderverse already is, but the spiderverse team said, "we can do better." they didn't have to, but they did.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Jessica asked through the commlink. "This is risky, even by your standards."

"It doesn't matter. The quicker we find Miles, the quicker we get out of here." Miguel muttered into his earpiece as he walked through the busy streets of Earth-42's New York.

"Yes, but blending in? For all we know, a version of us exists here."

"Which is why you need to stop talking and start looking, Jess." Miguel hissed a little too loud, earning looks from a few passerbys. He winced. Jessica had a point. If a version of them did exist in this universe, it would be best not to bring attention to themselves.

"Miguel!"

And... that was now thrown out of the window. Cursing under his breath, he turned around reluctantly to face the person who called him—only to find that it was you.

His eyes widened, and his lips parted at the sight of you. Never in a million years did he expect to see her again. But here you were, the absolute spitting image of her. Your clothes were exactly the same things she would wear, your hair and makeup done the same way.

Finding different versions of people in different universes was not uncommon. There's literally a society uniting the different universes' own Spider-people, for God's sake. But Miguel didn't expect this. He didn't expect a carbon copy of his dead wife on a universe where Spider-Man did not exist.

He should've said he wasn't Miguel, that you were mistaking him for someone else. Hell, he shouldn't have stopped and turned around in the first place. He didn't know what came over him, but in a second, he had his arms wrapped around your body.

"Miguel, hon, are you okay?" You asked, your voice laced with surprise and concern. You had no clue that the man who was hugging you was not your husband. At least, not your husband in this universe.

Miguel grunted in response, his ability to string words together to form a sentence rendered broken by your presence. He squeezed you tighter. He couldn't believe he was holding you in his arms.

You weren't the same woman he fell in love with. He knows this. But he couldn't help himself. You looked exactly like her. Felt exactly like her. Sounded exactly like her. Shit, you even smelled like her.

"Damn it, Miguel, keep it together! She's not your wife!"

Hearing Jess' voice snapped Miguel out of his stupor. Remembering his mission, why he was there in the first place, he pulled away from you. He didn't want to. He wanted to hold you longer. But he knew that if he did, he wouldn't have been able to stop.

"Honey, what's wrong?" You asked, cupping his face in your hands. God, how he missed feeling the warmth of your palms. "You're acting weird."

"I'm fine, sweetheart." He gave you a small smile, his hands wrapping around yours and his lips pressing a kiss on each of your wrists. "I just missed you, that's all."

You laughed. "What are you talking about? You saw me this morning."

Miguel could only chuckle in an attempt to hide his sadness. What was only hours for you was months for him. "Right. I did."

"Are you sure you're okay, though?" You asked again, eyebrows furrowing and the corners of your lips downturned.

"Don't worry about it, darling. I am."

He wasn't. But you didn't need to know that. You didn't need to know that in another universe, the two of you were married. You didn't need to know that you had a daughter together. You didn't need to know that he loved you and your daughter more than life itself, only for him to lose you both.

"Listen, I have to go. I'm having lunch with a friend. But I'll see you later at Doctor Nguyen's, okay?" You placed your hands on your stomach, a smile forming on your face. "I can't wait to see her again."

Miguel swallowed the lump in his throat before forcing himself to smile. Only now he noticed the bump on your stomach, carrying a different Miguel's Gabriella. "Yeah, me too."

With a kiss goodbye on his cheek, you walked away, blissfully unaware that he was not your Miguel. He watched as you disappeared around the corner, knowing it was the first and last time he was ever going to see you again.

But that didn't matter. He'll find Miles. He'll make sure the canon isn't destroyed. He'll make sure another version of himself wouldn't have to suffer the loss of his family the same way he did. He'll make sure you and your kid were safe.