#grumpy miguel

★ Miguel O’Hara x Black fem anti-hero! [OC]

★ Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes made.

—Synopsis: A new face suddenly arrives at Nueva York, working at Alchemax, catching Miguel O’Hara’s eye and helping the Spider Society with catching villains and anomalies..well sort of.

previous: –five.

–six.

THIRD PERSON POV

“Did I say throw a punch like an old hag with fucking arthritis?” Miguel snarled, weaving Miles’ punches. “Punch me!”

“I-I am!” Miles’ shouted back with an unsure look on his face, throwing another punch that Miguel easily blocked.

Miles had to be ready for today, he’s their best option for taking down White Phantom.

“Do it better!” Miguel threw a right hook.

Miles quickly dodged it by doing a backflip.

Miguel sighed, placing both hands on his hips. “Miles, we have to catch this guy today.”

Miles panted, slowly walking up to Miguel. “And we will.”

Lyla appeared in front of Miles. “ I think you did a good job, Miles.”

He smiled softly at the AI. “Thanks, Lyla.”

“I’m trusting you.” He sighed once more, looking at the young spider. “You can rest for now.”

He nodded, watching Miguel walk out.

Now at his office, Miguel sat at his desk listening to Pavitr, who was on the mission with Gwen and Hobie to bring Doctor Octavius back to Nueva York.

“She put up a fight, but she should be in Nueva York right now.” Pavitr spoke, swinging through a city.

Miguel looked at the large holographic screen of Pavitr, that was linked from his watch. He leaned back in his seat, satisfied with the younger spiders work. “Good job. Get back to Nueva York asap and locate her, then report back to me once White Phantom is insight.”

Pavitr did a mini salute before his screen disappeared. “Alrighty, boss!”

“Wren texted you.” Lyla appeared with a grin.

“Oh, did she?” Miguel forced an uninterested look on his face, but deep inside he was bouncing off the walls.

“Stop acting like you don’t care, you like her, we both know you do.” Lyla could see through his bullshit.

Miguel kept his eyes on the multiple holographic screen before him, clenching his jaw at her words. “What if I do? There’s no harm in that.”

Lyla squealed, jumping around Miguel. “Text her back now!”

“I’m not texting her back because you told me to.” He hesitantly picked up his phone, staring at her text.

Wren

Are you free tonight?

He thought of all of the possible things he could possibly be doing tonight. He had to take down White Phantom, but that’s at an earlier time, then he had a mission with Web Slinger, he could always reschedule that, and he had to file mission reports, and that could be left for another night.

So yes, he was free.

Me

I am. You need me?

Wren

Badly, at my place at 9?

He bit his bottom lip and threw his head back at her text.

“Oh my God, look at you!” Lyla laughed, her eyes wide at the way Miguel was acting, it was very rare.

“Shut up.” He sat back up, typing back to Wrenley.

Me

I’ll be be there

Lyla watched him send the final text. “Oh you’ll be there alright.”

“It’s just sex, Lyla.” He murmured, running fingers through his hair.

She crossed her arms. “We all know, it’s more than just sex to you.”

His eyelids lowered, sinking down in his seat. She was right, it was more than sex. Maybe he started developing feelings through every interaction they had, even non sexual ones.

His watch beeped, making him alert and pulling him from his deep thoughts. It was a quick message from Pavitr.

“White Phantom.”

He stood up, his mask immediately going on. “Lyla, notify Jess that White Phantom is here.”

“On it.”

🕷️

“Get out of my way—AAGGGHHH!” Doctor Octavius glitched during an attempt to grab White Phantom with one of her robotic arms.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Octopus?” White Phantom taunted, floating in front of her. “Are you malfunctioning?”

“Now, Hobie and Gwen!” Jessica shouted to her watch.

“Got it!” Gwen swung down to Octavius, webbing her up once she stopped glitching.

“What the— you again?!” Doctor Octavius struggled in the webs.

“Hobie now!” Gwen called out, holding Doc Oc with multiple webs.

Suddenly Hobie appeared on the side of a building, pressing buttons on his watch, making a portal appear.

White Phantom floated and only watched in amusement.

Gwen jumped off the building, using all her strength to swing Doc Oc around and finally releasing her into the portal.

“I’ll be bac—” The portal closed.

“Such amazing teamwork.” White Phantom clapped.

Miguel, Jessica, Pavitr and Miles, joined Hobie and Gwen on the large street.

“Mind Crusher!” Miles shouted from below.

They all looked at him in utter disbelief.

“I really thought that one would’ve stuck with you guys.” Miles sulked.

White Phantom laughed with their distorted voice. “Oh how cute, you came up with a name for me.”

“It’s actually White Phantom.” Pavitr told them.

Hobie nudged him and shook his head. “C’mon mate.”

Pavitr quickly apologized, forgetting that they were talking to the enemy.

Miguel signaled for the spiders to move into their positions and White Phantom couldn’t but help but notice.

Chuckling, they revealed their white gloved hands. “If you think you little spiders can take me down, you’re nothing but delusional.”

“Hey!” Gwen shouted in offense.

“I don’t want to hurt any of you.” White Phantom began.

Miles turned invisible, crawling on a building that was closer to White Phantom. Now that they were distracted, Miles could go through with the plan.

“It was never my plan to hurt any of you. I know how it feels to be scared, how it feels to lose someone you love.”

Their words touched almost all the spiders.

“I just wanted to help.”

“Well we don’t kill people.” Jessica narrowed her eyes.

“I’m not included in that ‘we’ they speak of.” Hobie added.

“Hobie.” Everyone gave him a look.

“I mean now I am apart of that ‘we’, because of rules and whatever, but I follow rules because I want to.” He rambled with his hands.

“In order for to get rid of the problem, you have to kill it.”

Miles stretched his hand out as far as he could to touch White Phantom and shock them. White Phantom’s head suddenly snapped in Miles’ direction, scaring him to the point where he almost became visible.

“I can see you little spider.” White Phantom chuckled and head butted Miles with their hard metal helmet.

The only thought that went through Miles’ head was ‘How?!’

The impact of the helmet made Miles become visible and unconscious as he fell from the building.

“Miles!” Gwen swung down quickly and caught him by his hand, then retreated to a building for him to recuperate.

Taking off his mask, she stared at the bruise in the middle of his forehead. “Miles..Miles you okay?”

Miles could barely look straight but he still managed to answer. “Y-yeah..totally.”

“Coño.” Miguel cursed under his breath, seeing that the plan didn’t work.

“After I poured my heart out, this is how you treat me?!” White Phantom shouted. “After I helped you all?! Ungrateful spiders!”

“Now they’re upset.” Jessica rubbed her stomach while straddling her bike. “Plan B?” She looked to Miguel.

“Plan B.” Miguel sighed.

The other spiders instantly knew if Plan A didn’t work: make Miles shock White Phantom until they go unconscious, then they would have to resort to plan B: Distract White Phantom until Miguel got close enough to bite and paralyze them.

Pavitr wasted no time in using his yoyo to hit White Phantom in the head. Hobie shot webs on their helmet, making them spin out of control.

Miguel hopped on the side Jessica’s bike as she drove up a building.

“You two are starting to piss me off!” White Phantom groaned in frustration, both gloved hands emerging from underneath their cloak. Using their telekinetic powers, they slammed Hobie and Pavitr into the ground effortlessly.

The sounds of a motorcycle got White Phantom’s attention. Jessica’s bike soared through the sky and Miguel jumped off, his fist instantly connecting with White Phantom’s helmet, resulting to a large crack.

White Phantom was knocked out and began falling. Miguel attached his web to a building, swooping in to catch them and landing safely.

Jessica pulled up beside him with her bike. “Are you gonna bite them?”

“Yeah, just to be safe.” Miguel answered with his rough voice, staring down at the villain in his arms. He grabbed White Phantom’s wrist, sinking his fangs deep and releasing his paralyzing venom.

“That gets creepier every time I see it.” Miles commented with Gwen by his side.

He had a crazy bruise in the middle of his forehead, but he already had a crazy story to tell his parents when they asked.

“You okay mate?” Hobie asked, but he looked more beat up that Miles.

“Yeah.” He nodded, feeling Miguel’s stare on him.

Miguel put White Phantom over his shoulder, protracted his claws, then wiped his mouth from the excess venom that dripped from his fangs, onto his chin; he hated it. “You did okay, good job everyone.” Miguel walked over to Miles and ruffled his hair, then walked off to open a portal for himself.

That meant the world to Miles, his eyes sparkling in pure happiness. Even the other spiders were shocked by Miguel’s praise.

Gwen teasingly nudged him. “Good job.”

Hobie and Pavitr gave each other a fist bump.

“Time to head back to HQ.” Jessica told the young spiders.

🕷️

Next Part: –seven.

★ Miguel O’Hara x Black fem anti-hero! [OC]

★ Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes made.

—Synopsis: A new face suddenly arrives at Nueva York, working at Alchemax, catching Miguel O’Hara’s eye and helping the Spider Society with catching villains and anomalies..well sort of.

previous: –four.

–five.

THIRD PERSON POV

Again and again, Wrenley and Miguel have gotten more than one taste of each other.

At his apartment, in the lab, at her apartment, in a random bar bathroom, in the backseat of his car.

They couldn’t stay off of each other. They became each other’s fuck buddies, calling and texting each other in moments of distress.

Miguel, when he was swamped with work from the Spider Society, letting an anomaly slip from his grasp, or when the Spiders would simply get on his nerves. He would need her in those moments.

And Wrenley, well she was secretive, never letting anything really get to her, never letting anyone know what was wrong or letting anyone see her face it, but deep down, it cut layers through her skin, whatever it was. When she was at her lowest, her fingers would desperately tap on Miguel’s contact name to make her forget.

They both needed each other to release that feeling, to relieve that stress. How compatible they were together, knowing what each other loved when it came to pleasure.

It was just sex. Nasty, raunchy, disgustingly amazing sex.

Still, Miguel knew nothing about her. She never spoke about herself, as much she did talk when she wanted to get under Miguel’s skin, she has never let anything slip. Miguel thought her mysteriousness was sexy, but he wanted to know what else there was to Wrenley Myers. Like where she moved from, if she had siblings, her favorite color— maybe he was getting attached, but it was human to be curious, it wasn’t a crime.

Like tonight, he wanted to know a little more about her, so he invited her for ice cream, which Wrenley found strange, but how could she turn down ice cream?

They were only getting ice cream, right?

Wrong.

After ordering 2 scoops of blueberry in a cup for herself, and Miguel who got 2 scoops of rocky road on a cone, which he paid for of course— they ended up in the backseat of his car, tangled up in one another.

Miguel was 9 inches deep inside of Wrenley, stirring up her insides.

“Y-you said…fuck— you said just..ice cream.” She choked out her moans underneath his large body, squeezing her legs around his waist.

“Mhmm, I know baby.” His hips snapped into her core, staring so lovingly in her eyes. “But how could I..resist you in th-those little… shorts, hm?” He pushed back the hair that was stuck to her forehead.

She moaned out, scratching his back. Oh how it hurt so good when she clawed at him.

“Miguel.” She drawled, hugging him tightly.

She was close. She could almost taste it.

Never stopping the rhythmic movement of his hips, he held her closer in his arms, giving her a peck on the cheek. “I know baby, let it out.”

Sending her over the edge, she came on his dick, body spasming erratically with cries of Miguel’s name escaping her throat.

Miguel kept going, he was almost there, peppering kisses all over her face and whispering into her ear how good she was taking him, and how close he was and how amazing she smelt— she was driving him over the edge.

Grunting and giving one final thrust, he filled her to the brim, his body slowly collapsing on top of hers.

“Fuck.” He breathed against her chest, listening to her sped up heart beat.

Her fingers caressed his hair. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

He leaned up and shook his head with a smile.“You’re being dramatic.” He stretched to the front of the car, turning it on and putting on the AC to cool down and grabbing baby wipes to clean up.

With her legs spread wide, Wrenley pushed out his cream from her vagina, with her eyes dead set on him.

She was gonna make him hard all over again. He wiped her off, then himself, and as they were fixing their disheveled clothes, a cop siren went off behind them followed by red and blue lights.

“Shit.” Miguel groaned, trying to hurry to the front.

Wrenley followed suit and ended up in the driver’s seat.

The officer leaned down, tapping on the window.

Wrenley winded it down, looking at the male officer while leaning out the car window. “Good evening, Officer.” She batted her lashes and gave him that innocent voice.

“Good evening, ma’am.” The officer greeted with a smile and hands on his duty belt. “Can I see license and registration?”

Miguel quickly looked in the glove compartment for registration while Wrenley searched her purse for her driver’s license.

Handing them over to the officer, she spoke. “Here, this is my friend’s car, Officer.” Gesturing to Miguel.

‘Friend.’ Miguel thought to himself.

He spares a few glances at her, while scanning the documents. “Okay, can you step out the vehicle for me?”

Stepping out of the car, she put her hands up lazily, then turned around and put her hands out to balance against the car. “Am I in trouble, officer? Is it because I’m black?”

The officer stuttered, standing right behind. “N-no, of course not ma’am.”

Miguel chuckled at the officer’s response, but still looking out the window to make sure nothing strange was going on.

“What’s that replying to?” She rose a brow. “Me being in trouble question, or me being black question?”

He began patting her down, slowly running his hands along the curve of her waist. “The question about your race, ma’am. You could possibly be in trouble.”

She hung her head low and smirked. “But everybody knows that I’m a good girl, officer.”

“Then I’d have to find out myself.” He chuckled.

Miguel couldn’t believe the interaction.

“Should I step out the vehicle as well?” Miguel asked.

“No need for that, sir.” He worked his way to her breasts, patting lightly.

She smirked, turning her head to the side. “Do you always work alone so late?”

“Ye-yes, just me patrolling tonight.” He replied, going back down to her hips.

“How fun.” She giggled.

Miguel narrowed his eyes. “Aren’t you patting her down a little too much?” Miguel leaned over and stuck his head out the window. “If she had something on her, you would’ve found it by now.”

Quickly, the officer removed his hands from her, giving a nervous look.

Wrenley chuckled, shifting her weight to her right leg which perked her ass out even more. “Maybe he sees something he likes.”

The nervous officer blinked rapidly. “Uh..I– I’m on duty, ma’am.”

Slowly turning around, she looked him up and down. “That never stopped a cop from committing the most horrific crimes imaginable.”

“Why exactly did you even pull up behind us?” Miguel wanted nothing more than for this interaction to be over. “We’re parked and why did you only ask her to step out of the vehicle? It’s my car.”

The officer gave back her license and other documents. “There’s been a car stolen and the description matches your car, and I only needed the driver, sorry for any inconvenience.”

Wrenley pouted. “Aw it’s okay.”

Miguel rolled his eyes. ‘Does she do this with everyone?’

“Hope you catch the guy.” She tilted her head to the side and smiled.

The officer smiled back, holding his bullet proof vest tightly. “Thank you, ma’am. Have a good night.”

“You too.” She said before getting back into the car. “I’ll drive.”

“You’re really something.” Miguel shook his head.

“What?” She laughed. “Did I do something to upset you, O’Hara?” Before he could he respond, she answered her own question. “Oh wait, everything I do pisses you off.”

“Haha.” He dryly replied. “Is flirting with every guy a thing you do?”

“Yeah, it’s not like I’m tied to you.” She scoffed.

She was right, she wasn’t in a serious relationship with him.

“And who says I only flirt with guys?” She smirked, starting the car.

🕷️

“So what anomalies did you have in mind for the bait?” Miguel sat behind his desk, surrounded by Jess and the younger spiders.

After his little ice cream date with Wrenley, Jess contacted him and asked him to come to HQ.

“Scorpia, Earth-616.” Jessica started, reading from her holographic screen.

Miguel rubbed his chin. “Too easy.”

“Sandman, Earth-12041.”

He twisted his lips, looking up at Jessica. “He’s a bit annoying.”

“Miguel.” Jessica sighed.

“No, boss man’s right.” Hobie interjected. Sandcastle had me playin’ tag for at least an hour on my last mission.”

“And he gets sand all in my suit!” Pavitr added with a finger pointed upwards.

Miguel tilted his head, agreeing with Hobie and Pavitr. “Any other options?”

“Doctor Octavius, Earth-1610B.” Jessica finished, eyeing Miguel.

“She’ll have to do.” Miguel said, looking at the younger spiders.

Miles groaned, throwing a little fit. “She’s sooooo annoying.”

Miguel narrowed his eyes at him. “I could say the same for you. One more complaint and you’re off this mission.”

Miles only huffed, making Pavjtr jab him with his elbow.

“So when do you want us to capture her?” Gwen placed a hand on her hip.

Leaning forward, Miguel replied. “Tomorrow, this is going down tomorrow. Do you guys think you do can do this?”

“It’s just Liv.” Gwen laughed. “We locate her and just kick her ass into this universe, easy.”

“No, I mean White Phantom.” Miguel thought back to his nightmare, quickly shaking it off.

“They’ve been training hard for this, Miguel.” Jessica assured him. “They got this, especially Miles. He’s been working on a plan to get White Phantom cornered and take em down.”

“Tell me more.”

🕷️

Next part: –six.

★ Miguel O’Hara x Black fem anti-hero! [OC]

★ Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes made.

—Synopsis: A new face suddenly arrives at Nueva York, working at Alchemax, catching Miguel O’Hara’s eye and helping the Spider Society with catching villains and anomalies..well sort of.

–one.

THIRD PERSON POV

Alchemax was better, much better than what it used to be. They were actually helping the city, not stealing and hiding things from the citizens.

Miguel O’Hara, Alchemax’s best geneticist sat behind his desk, typing up data from his last experiment. He couldn’t lie, this was stressing him out. A mysterious virus was infecting Nueva York like wild fire, and he’s spent sleepless nights looking for a cure. He even had to put Jessica in charge of the Spider Society because of how dedicated he was to his work.

He groaned, sitting back in his seat, eyeing the computer screen with intensity.

A knock on his door broke the stare. “Come in.”

“And this is Miguel O’Hara.” A male geneticist opened the door, revealing himself and a woman Miguel was not familiar with.

She stood at 5’5”, but her heels made her 5’10”. Her skin was deep brown, with a golden glow, her hair was long, black and coily, with a small streak of white in the center of her head, almost like a skunk.

She was attractive, very attractive.

“He’s who you’ll be working with. He’s head of the the Genetics Department.”

The woman took small steps into the lab, looking around with a smirk on her face.

Miguel had no idea what was going on, darting his tired eyes between the unknown woman and his colleague.

He saw Miguel’s confusion. “Didn’t you hear Miguel? We’ve provided you with a partner.”

Partner? He didn’t need a partner.

“Wrenley Myers.” She stood on the other side of his desk, her skirt hiking up underneath her long lab coat.

Her skirt was way too short and that top was rather thin.

Miguel’s eyes loomed over her.

“Pharmacologist, but I’m very skilled in other sciences.” Her voice was smooth. “Maybe better than you, but I hope we can get along.”

Who did she think she was?

Miguel didn’t respond, adjusting his glasses and continued typing on his computer.

She scoffed and strutted off. Who did he think he was?

Wrenley, now situated at her desk, that Miguel had no part in helping with, watched him running an experiment.

He didn’t ask for help, not once.

She got up, strutting towards him, heels clicking in a fast rhythm. Her eyes carefully watched what he was doing, then loomed over to papers he had on the table.

They were very important papers— every single experiment he’s ever done was on those papers.

She picked them up, scanning through them with a smirk on her face.

“Can you put those down?” Miguel asked calmly, inserting a substance into the petri dish.

She ignored him, flipping through the pages and chuckling.

Miguel grew irritated. He removed his goggles and whipped his head towards her. “What’s so funny?”

She rested his papers back down and look up at him with a cocky grin. “If you needed my help, you should’ve just asked, O’Hara. Everything on that paper is pure rubbish, clever, but rubbish.”

And with that, she looked at her watch, then strutted to her desk for her handbag, then walked pass Miguel, but not without saying something smart to him.

“It seems that I’m not needed here, it’s time to go home and I’ll take my leave first. Good luck in your research, O’ Hara.” Her pink plump lips gave him a taunting smile, and her fox like eyes squinted at him, before she left the lab.

Miguel clenched his jaw.

Who the fuck did she think she was?

“Miguel, your heart rating is spiking.” Lyla, his AI, appeared by his shoulder.

“Notify Jessica that I’ll be at HQ in 20 minutes.” Miguel walked to his desk.

“Okay.” She responded. “You know, she’s pretty.”

He shut down his computer. “Who?”

“Wrenley, your new partner.”

Miguel groaned. “She’s not my partner, she’s just a cocky little shit who bullshitted her way here.”

Lyla laughed. “You sound jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Whatever Miguel.” Her eyes rolled. “I counted 3 beauty spots on her face, on her chin, under her left and on her right cheek.”

Miguel looked at her oddly.

“She has a scar on the left side of her forehead, it doesn’t look self inflicted, and that white hair is a birthmar–”

“Can you stop talking about her?” He switched the lights off.

Lyla frowned, teleporting to Miguel’s side as he moved. “Why? You were looking at her a lot, I thought you liked h–”

“I do not like her, now stop.”

“You’re no fun.”

★ Miguel O’Hara x Black fem anti-hero! [OC]

★ Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes made.

—Synopsis: A new face suddenly arrives at Nueva York, working at Alchemax, catching Miguel O’Hara’s eye and helping the Spider Society with catching villains and anomalies..well sort of.

previous: –three.

–four.

MIGUEL’S POV

“Ah fuck!” Wrenley came again, I didn’t keep count. She trembled her way off my dick, leaving that satisfying ring of white cream near the base of my dick.

“Aw, where are you going?” I leaned my chest into her back, my large arms enveloping her smaller body and my dick throbbing against her ass.

“Nowhere.” She breathed out, not turning around to face me.

“Then come again for me.” I whispered into her ear. “Can’t you give me another one? Just one more, cariño.”

“I can give you more than one more.” She spoke with a breathless voice, but I could hear that cocky tone of hers.

“Are you always this cocky?” I squeezed her ass.

She moaned out. “Always.” She turned her head to face me. “Let me get on top.”

I smirked, lowering my lids. “I’m all yours.” I positioned myself against her headboard.

She crawled on top of me, grabbing my dick and positioning it to enter her. “Oh..” She eased her way down on it, her hands squeezing my shoulders to balance herself.

“Come on, move, you wanted to do this.” I smacked her ass and chuckled.

She shot me a glare. “C-can I adjust to the size of it? It’s pretty big.”

Something about that aroused me even more. “You’re never had a dick this big?” My hands traveled up her lower back, bringing her closer to me.

“No comment, now shut up and let me fuck you.”

I smiled uncontrollably. “Have your way with me.”

Her hips rose, an airy moaned leaving her mouth. She slammed back down, my hips bucking into hers.

“Just like that, baby.” I squeezed her ass with one hand. “Doing so good, taking this big dick so well, baby.” My other hand held the back of her neck, bringing her closer to me.

She was gorgeous, I could watch her body move all day. Her tits bounced so perfectly, her face overwhelmed in pleasure, my dick bulged in her stomach— fuck, she was perfect.

She cried, clawing at my chest. “Oh my God!”

My brows furrowed while I bit my lip. “Shit.”

She bounced on my dick at a fast rhythm, never pausing once. She was really working for it.“Miguel.” She moaned. “Miguel, oh fuck.” Her hair hid that pretty face.

Using both of my hands, I moved the hair out of her face, grabbing her face so she can look at me. “So damn pretty.”

Her eyes closed. “Sh-shut up.”

I struggled out a chuckle. “Bouncing on my dick with that pretty face and pretty pussy.”

Her lips roughly met mine, so hungry for a taste of me. So fucking desperate.

She squatted, now using her feet to help her ride me.

“Wren— fuck!” I wrapped my arms tightly around her, thrusting myself into her.

“I-I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Her nails dug into my back, but fuck— it hurt so damn good.

“Cum with me, cariño—gonna fill you with all of me.” I whispered into her ears.

She began trembling, her legs shook uncontrollably.

“Yes, there you go.” I continued thrusting, holding her body close to mine.

She was so fucking hot, it didn’t take long for me to cum. I spilled everything into her, squeezing her into my chest, both of us a panting mess.

🕷️

I sat at my desk, my head in my hands, rethinking all of the decisions I made last night.

I woke up naked in Wrenley’s bed, with hickeys and scratches all over me. She was on top of me, also naked, fast asleep. I put all my clothes on as quickly and quietly as I could, and hightailed my ass out of there. It was a surprise to see my car parked out there, I don’t remember driving last night.

“So you turned me off to stick it in her?” Lyla sat in a little holographic chair and eyed me.

“No—that’s not, uggghhh!” I was frustrated.

How did I end up sleeping with her? Not that I hated it, but fuck, it had to be her? What was I doing? I willingly did it, but the alcohol might’ve gave me that extra push.

The click of heels pulled me out of my thoughts. Lyla disappeared and Wrenley strutted in. She wore pants today, and her hair was down, maybe to hide those hickeys I gave her.

“Good morning, O’Hara.” She shot me a glance and kept on walking to her desk. She glowed more than usual.

I cleared my throat and replied. “Good morning, Ms. Myers.” My eyes never left her as she walked over to her desk.

“Wow, you’re so obvious, Miguel.” Lyla teased.

I shook my head and looked back at my monitor.

Her small laugh made me glance over at her. “Yeah.” She bit down on her brown painted lips, holding the phone close to her ear. “How sweet of you, I’m here waiting.” She laughed again, then hung up.

Who could possibly have her laughing like that?

We exchanged no words, only sat in silence, typing on our computers.

So do we act like nothing happened last night?

“Good morning.” Otto the intern, smiled brightly, walking in with a folder and a cup of coffee.

“Morning..?” I rose a brow, watching him.

“Hi Otto.” She stood up, coming around from her desk to..hug him?

Was he the one on the phone with her?

Lyla commented. “Oh, you’re jealous.”

“I am not.” I whispered, not peeling my eyes away from those two.

“I brought you coffee.” He said nervously, handing it to her.

She placed a hand on his chest. “Such a darling, thank you.”

I gritted.

“Here’s the files like you wanted.”

She sipped her coffee and batted her lashes. “Just what I needed, you’re so sweet.”

He smiled at her praise.

I could throw up.

If only he knew how I had her crying out my name last night, begging me to slow down, kissing and sucking all over her.

“See you at lunch.” He walked pass my desk and left the lab.

“Here you go, these are copies of the files for the test subjects we’re trying the cure on today.” I didn’t even realize she was in front of me.

I took the files, looking through them. “So you just bang anyone?”

“I’m sorry?”

I looked up at her. “Did you fuck him?”

She chuckled, putting a hand on her hip. “Who? Otto?”

Don’t play dumb.

“Yes.” I replied.

“Since when does my sex life concern you?” She looked me in the eyes.

“When I became apart of it.” I answered. “So last night, we were both drunk.”

She breathed out. “Yeah..we were drunk, I just needed to relieve some stress. Don’t worry about me carrying your kid, I’m on the pill.”

That was honestly the least of my concerns. “Okay, thanks.”

She smirked and leaned on my desk. “Kinda rude to leave without leaving a note or something.”

“Sorry about that, I was just confused in the moment.” I apologized. “And I enjoyed it, by the way.”

She smiled, moving closer. “So did I, pretty nice stress reliever.”

I squeezed my thigh.

“I could say the same thing myself.” I leaned in, my eyes focused on her lips.

“Um, hello, we’re here to take the cure.” A lady in a face mask stood by the door with two other women.

We both pulled away, as if we weren’t about to kiss.

“Please, come in.” I smiled, getting out of my seat.

🕷️

★ Miguel O’Hara x Black fem anti-hero! [OC]

★ Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes made.

—Synopsis: A new face suddenly arrives at Nueva York, working at Alchemax, catching Miguel O’Hara’s eye and helping the Spider Society with catching villains and anomalies..well sort of.

previous: –two.

–three.

MIGUEL’S POV

The room filled with mirrors was stifling.

Every mirror I looked in, Gabriella was staring at me with a hateful look.

“Why did you let me die?!” She screamed at me.

My heart dropped. “Mija, I—”

“YOU KILLED ME!” Her voice shattered the mirrors.

I covered my ears, falling to the floor at her ear piercing scream.

Even if she couldn’t hear me, I cried. “I’M SORRY!”

I never wanted things to be this way.

“I’M SORRY!”

My body jolted up, eyes shot open, sweat rolling down my face. My heart was practically beating out of my chest, my fast breathing slowing down as I realized I was in my office’s med bay.

“Lyla.” I rasped.

“Are you okay Miguel? You were out for an hour.” Lyla appeared in front of me, she was clearly worried.

I grabbed a bottle of water that was on the side table. Before answering, I took a few sips. “I’m okay, Lyla.” I pulled my wet hair back, it was drenched in sweat and sticking to my forehead. “That anomaly...” An image of it appeared in my mind, making me scowl. “It did something to me, I saw Gabby.”

“Gabby?” Lyla’s brows furrowed. “You saw her?”

I massaged my temples, remembering her voice screaming at me.

I sighed. “It was like a nightmare.”

Lyla tapped her chin, thinking very deeply. “The anomaly did mention that you were in a nightmare.”

I leaned back in the bed, my mind still racing.

“Jessica and the younger spiders are coming right now, I notified that you were awake once you woke up.”

“Thank you, Lyla.”

In no less than a minute, Jessica and the others walked in, relief written all over their faces.

“Tio! I thought we lost you!” Miles hugged me, which was new.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” I told him.

He pulled away, giving me a small smile.

“The anomaly said something about a nightmare, what did you see?” Pavitr questioned with a curious stare.

I looked away. “I rather not talk about it. Did you guys at least manage to put a tracker on that thing?”

“Uh..” Gwen scratched her head and looked away awkwardly, the others following her actions.

“Dios mio, are you serious?” My brows arched.

“You’re the one in a hospital bed, you shouldn’t be one to be speak.” Hobie quipped.

I glared at him.

“Hobie.” Jessica warned.

Hobie gave a surprised look. “What? He got his arse handed to him and he expected us to do any better?”

Jessica and I both rolled our eyes.

“We came up with names for the anomaly!” Miles beamed. “Brainfreak.”

“I came up with that one.” Pavitr laughed.

“White Phantom.”

“I think that’s the best name.” Gwen nodded.

Hobie smirked and agreed with crossed arms. “It’s pretty badass.”

“Mind crusher.” Mike’s pounded his fist.

The others gave him a look of disapproval.

“I think it’s pretty good, you guys are boring.”

I blinked. “So instead of coming up with a plan to capture that thing, you were giving the anomaly names?!”

“I kinda like Mind crusher.” Lyla murmured.

“Thank you Lyla.” Miles smiled.

I groaned.

“Don’t worry Miguel, we came up with a plan, but I’m not too sure you’ll like that.” Jessica spoke.

With a sigh, I used my hand to signal for her to go on.

“We release an anomaly–”

“What?!” I jolted forward.

They all flinched.

“Just hear her out.” Pavitr put his hands out in defense.

I leaned back and let her continue.

“Save your comments for later.” Jessica ordered me. “So, we release an anomaly as bait, lure White Phantom in, corner him, Miles shocks him, and you contain it.”

It wasn’t that bad of a plan.

“Okay, we still need more planning and training, but a good plan so far. Everyone, all missions you were assigned to, will be given to other spiders, new mission: Contain White Phantom.” I waved my index finger around.

“What about Mind crusher?” Miles whined.

“Miles!” Everyone shouted.

🕷️

I trudged into the lab, knowing I was late, but as head of Genetics, no one could say anything to me about it.

I saw Wrenley using the microscope with earphones in and a male intern, who looked rather nervous, standing over her.

“Good morning Dr. O’Hara.” The intern greeted a little too excitedly.

My eye twitched, putting my bag on my desk. “Morning.” I noticed a coffee cup from my favorite café sitting on my desk. “Is this mine?”

The intern replied. “Yes sir, Ms. Myers got it just for you.”

I rose my brow and took a seat. “Is that so?” Sipping my drink, I was surprised that it tasted like my usual order. White Mocha, heavy cream, oat milk and an extra caramel drizzle.

How the hell does she know my usual?

Maybe I’m overthinking it.

“O’Hara you’re finally here.” She turned around in the swivel chair, removing her goggles and earphones. Today she wore her hair in a low bun, and wore a short black dress with a low neckline that showed off her cleavage.

“You’re staring, Miguel.” Lyla’s voice said in my ears with a teasing tone followed by a laugh.

I looked away and mumbled. “I’m not.”

Picking up papers from the table, she walked over to me, putting them in my face. “Take a read.” She smirked, tapping her long manicured nails on my desk.

I huffed, taking the papers from her hand, putting my coffee down and putting on my glasses. I read through, my brows furrowing and eyes widening after each word. I flipped through the pages in shock.

“You found the cure?” I couldn’t believe it.

“That’s right.” She leaned onto my desk with both hands, giving me the most arrogant smile. “I got it approved, you should really thank me.”

Wipe that cocky grin off your face.

She was really pushing it.

“Thank? You?” I scoffed, sipping my coffee. “I could’ve done this by myself.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “We have 3 test subjects to try the cure on tomorrow.”

I flickered my eyes to her. “Okay.”

Her brows arched and her lips curved into a small frown.

I mentally smiled to myself, knowing I was getting under her skin.

“We should celebrate your success, Ms. Myers.” The intern beamed.

She perked up, sauntering over to him. “That’s such a good idea, Otto.” She placed a hand on his chest.

What exactly is going on right now?

He reacted just how she wanted him to. Like a flustered virgin.

“R-really?” He grinned uncontrollably.

I rolled my eyes and started up my computer.

“Yes Otto, you’re so smart.” Batting her lashes, pouting her glossed lips, her hands traveled up to his shoulder. “How about you spread the word, yeah? The location will be at your favorite bar.”

“Y-yes ma’am.” And with that, he left the lab.

“Stop toying with the intern.” I shook my head and typed.

“Toying?” She fake gasped, a hand on her exposed chest. “I’m not toying with him.”

“My bad, I meant seduce.” I gave her an unamused look.

She took slow steps to my desk, slowly taking off her lab coat.

I eyed her up and down, very slowly, then turned back to my computer.

The hell am I doing?

I found myself looking back at her.

“So I’m not allowed to help you and look for a little fun around here?” She breathed out while taking a seat on my desk. Her already short dress was riding up her thighs.

Her laugh broke my stare.

“See something you like, O’Hara?” There she went again with that cocky smile.

“Not at all.”

🕷️

The bar was filled with Alchemax scientists, dancing around and drinking with bright smiles on their faces. This was probably the happiest they’ve been about anything related to Alchemax.

I looked over to Wrenley, who was talking to Otto, the intern. She smiled and laughed, her hair was out of the low bun from earlier, now cascading down her back. She downed her 8th shot, not that I was keeping count or anything.

She then averted her eyes to me, our eyes locking instantly.

Shit. I looked away quickly, she caught me staring.

Looking back up, I noticed she was no longer in her seat, but strutting over to me with a smirk on her face.

“O’Haraaaa!” She slurred with a smile.

“Ms. Myers.” I took a sip of my beer. What was this? My 5th one? I couldn’t even remember.

“Are you enjoying the celebration?” She laughed, tapping my shoulder. “Wow, you’re built!”

Lyla laughed in my ear. “I think she’s flirting.”

I inhaled sharply.

“Why are you always sooooo grumpy?” She leaned on my table with her elbows. “Be happy for once, everyone’s enjoying it.”

“Not really in the mood.”

She titled her head then scanned me, she was taking her sweet time.

I felt..nervous?

“I think she’s checking you out, Miguel.” Lyla got excited.

“Are you done eye fucking me?” I smirked.

Her eyes found mine, then a sly smile was now on her face. “You do it to me at the lab all the time.”

Lyla laughed.

I looked away in embarrassment.

“Awww, how cute, you’re embarrassed.” She covered her mouth and snickered.

“No one’s embarrassed.” I replied sternly, finding her gaze.

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah. So do you have a girl? I don’t see a ring on your finger.”

I shifted in my seat. “And how does that concern you?”

“It doesn’t, I’m just nosy.” She bit her index finger softly and gazed at me.

Stop looking at me like that.

The beat of Rock Your Body by Justin Timberlake began playing.

Her face lit up and she reached for my hand. “Dance with me!”

I was taken back by her request. She had to have been drunk. “What?”

She got closer to me, her chest rubbing against my arm.

I was surprised by her sudden action.

She batted her lashes and pouted. “Dance with me, please?”

“Just dance with her Miguel, have fun.” Lyla whispered into my ear.

I squeezed my eyes shut and sighed. “Okay.”

She lit up at my answer. She was practically dragging me to the dance floor.

I may have had one too many drinks, I was a bit dizzy.

I turned off Lyla before we made it to the dance floor, I can’t take her making fun of my dance moves.

Wrenley faced me, swaying and rocking her hips, to the beat of the song.

All I did was stand there watching her.

She did a little shoulder shimmy and threw hands in the air, then whipped her hair all over wildly. Her hands ran all over her body seductively, squeezing her breasts and biting down on her plump bottom lip, her eyes daring me to come closer.

She twirled around, her back now facing me as she slowly backed up on me.

“Come on, dance!”

Her hips began swaying and her ass was now grinding against my crotch, then my hips began swaying with hers, my hands finding her waist.

“There you go O’Hara!” She laughed, looking back at me so seductively. She started grinding harder, and my hold on her waist got firmer.

My body felt like it was on fire.

“Are you having fun?!”

I had to admit, I was.

“I guess I am!” Holding her tighter with a small smile on my face.

We were all over each other, maybe the alcohol made me put my dislike for her aside.

After dancing to 3 more songs, we exited the bar, leaving the Alchemax employees inside having a good time.

“Did you drive here?” I looked over at her while we walked down the sidewalk.

She stumbled with every step in her heels. “No, I take the bus sometimes.”

“Be careful.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close to my side. We finally made it to my car. “I’ll give you a ride.”

She gave me a surprised expression, then smiled. “Rrrreeeaaaallllyyyy?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes really.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I think I’m going to regret this.

She backed up with a grin.“You’re not that mean.”

“Never said I was.” I stepped to her.

She leaned against my car. “But you’re clearly an asshole.”

I caged her with my arms, my hands pressing against my car. “Do you ever shut up?”

“No, I don—”

I impulsively kissed her. I tasted all the alcohol on her tongue, I could smell how aroused she was, I could feel it all.

“Miguel.” She squeezed my arms and moaned into my mouth.

I pulled away and breathed intensely, looking into her drunk eyes.

She looked back at me, trying to catch her breath.

“I shouldn’t have done th—”

Her hands grabbed my face, pulling me back in, and once her lips touched mine, we were in her apartment making out.

It felt as if we teleported here, but it must’ve been the alcohol making time move faster than it really was.

I must’ve drank too much.

We were both being a bit rough, fighting to take control, kissing each other hungrily, clawing at each other’s bodies.

I lifted her off the kitchen counter, making one of her heels fall off, and her legs wrapped around my waist automatically. I slammed her against the wall, but not hard enough to hurt her. My hands squeezed her rather large naked ass, as her little black dress rode all the way up.

Breaking our heated kiss, I asked her. “Where’s your bedroom?”

Her arms hooked around my neck for support, her long nails caressing the back of my neck. She bit her lip and smiled. “Second room down the hall, on your left.”

🕷️

Next part: –four.



★ Miguel O’Hara x Black fem anti-hero! [OC]

★ Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes made.

—Synopsis: A new face suddenly arrives at Nueva York, working at Alchemax, catching Miguel O’Hara’s eye and helping the Spider Society with catching villains and anomalies..well sort of.

previously: –one.

–two.

THIRD PERSON POV

“Miguel, there’s something important I want to talk to you about!” Margo burst through Miguel’s office, interrupting a conversation between him and Jessica.

Miguel released a deep sigh. “What is it?”

A hologram of screens showed up as Margo tapped her wrist. “A few nights ago, an anomaly appeared in Nueva York.”

Jessica’s brows creased. “What?”

“And you’re only telling me this now?” Miguel stood up, clenching the sides of his desk.

Margo chuckled nervously. “Uhh, just listen to me, okay? This anomaly is different, it’s not causing a disruption in the multiverse. It doesn’t seem like a portal randomly sucked them in and spat them out here, it’s as if it came here of it’s own free will.” She pointed to different parts of the holographic screen, showing that the multiverse was still intact.

“Really?” Jessica put a hand on her hips. “This anomaly has done nothing since it’s arrival?”

“Nothing.” Margo answered, looking at Jessica, then Miguel. “And it’s hard to track this anomaly, it shows up on my radar every once in a while, it’s last location was around Alchemax.”

Both Margo and Jessica looked over to Miguel.

“I didn’t see anything weird today.” He ended their curious stares.

Suddenly, Miguel and Jessica’s watches went off.

Jessica tapped her watch. “Hobie.” Her usual annoyed tone welcomed him.

“Oi! Where the bloody hell are you Jess?!” Hobie shouted over the sounds of crashing and screaming. “You said 5 minutes! We’re getting our arses kicked out here!”

Margo giggled, but soon ceased when both Jessica and Miguel gave her a glare, signaling for her to leave the room.

“We’ll be there, Hobie.” Pressing her watch, she looked to Miguel, whose mask was now on.

🕷️

Gwen’s feet were planted into the ground as she gripped on the webs that were attached to a variant of Vulture, that soared through the sky. She was losing balance, her feet began dragging, slowly rising into the air.

She grunted, pulling back, but her webs snapped, making her fall back.

“You okay Gwen?” Pavitr came to her aid.

She slowly stood to her feet. “Yeah, I’m okay. This guy’s…stronger.”

Miguel ran after Vulture on rooftops, waiting for a perfect time to jump on his back. Miguel glided off the building, claws digging into Vulture’s wings.

“Get off me!” Vulture flew out of control, trying to get Miguel off of his back.

Miguel clawed the machinery, but Vulture had another trick up his sleeve.

“That man is insane.” Jessica stood from the ground, watching with Miles, Gwen, Pavitr and Hobie, as Miguel was being flown into the air at high speeds.

“Let’s see how long you can hang on!” Vulture cackled.

Miguel couldn’t hold on any longer, struggling to stay on, but the speed Vulture was going, made it entirely impossible.

Miguel’s body plummeted down. He couldn’t get control over his body, the force of the air was too strong, even for him.

“Oh my God.” Jessica watched in horror as he fell through the sky. “All of you, starting webbing a net for him to land in.”

Doing as told, the younger spiders shot their webs at a ridiculous speeds, seeing as their time was limited. They were under pressure, but with Jessica’s help, they made a safety net web that was attached to a building on each side of the street, making it big enough to surely catch Miguel.

Miguel prepared himself for the worst, but everything stopped. He was now in mid air, stuck, just levitating above the net.

How the hell was this happening?

“Do not fear little spiders.” A distorted voice echoed.

“What the hell?” Miles looked around.

“So we did all of that webbing for nothin’?” Hobie scowled with an irritated tone.

“Helping is all I’m here for, I don’t wish to strike fear into your hearts.” A figure in a long ,white, hoodless cloak, and a silver helmet with white glowing lines, levitated behind of Miguel, who was still stuck in mid air.

Miguel was gently placed beside the other spiders, staring up at the mysterious figure.

The others crowded around him in concern, but also in curiosity of the new comer.

“Miguel, you good mate?” Hobie asked.

Miguel nodded, then squinted at the figure. “Who the hell are you?”

“Your Savior.”

“Do you think that’s the anomaly that Margo was talking about earlier?” Jessica whispered.

Miguel thought for a moment, trying to process what was happening.

“Another anomaly?” Pavitr’s brows rose.

“I’ve never seen one like this before.” Gwen commented.

Miles added. “Me either.”

“Because I am one of one. There is no one who could equal to me.”

Miguel thought they were pretty cocky, rolling his eyes underneath his mask.

Everyone’s spidey senses went off, except Miguel’s, but he heard Vulture coming back around with speed.

“Allow me.” A white gloved hand emerged from underneath the cloak, stopping Vulture’s movement.

“What are you doing to me?!” Vulture began freaking out.

“Telekinesis..?” Miguel uttered to himself. He didn’t like the looks of this new comer. “Lyla, scan.”

“This is...it’s more than human.” Was all Lyla could respond. “Miguel, this is not good.”

Miguel put both hands on hips, taking some steps forward. “We’ll take it from here.”

The new comer laughed? As if it were some joke.

All the spiders stood in confusion.

Miguel snarled. “We don’t need your help!”

“Oh really?” The figure turned it’s head to Miguel. “Could you have done this?” They waved their hand, breaking one of Vulture’s wings, crushing it as if it were nothing.

“Stop it! This was hard work!” Vulture spat.

The scrap of metal which was once a wing, clattered at Miguel’s feet.

The spiders watched in disbelief.

“Holy shit.” Jessica uttered.

Another effortless wave, and the other wing fell to the ground.

“Now let’s get rid of you as a whole.” The new comer was now using both hands, turning Vulture upright.

Vulture began choking, feet kicking and fighting for air.

Miguel’s eyes widened. “Stop it now!”

“They’re gonna kill him.” Miles’ jaw dropped.

“The only way to stop it… is to end it.” They spoke slowly, not easing the pain they’re inflicting on Vulture. “And I will be the one to end it.”

“I said to stop!” Miguel shot a web at their wrist, and yanked it, making the Vulture be released from their hold and fall to the ground gasping for air.

“Pav and Gwen, contain the anomaly.” Jessica ordered.

Both nodded, webbing him up and pushing him through a portal.

“You ungrateful little spider.” In the blink of an eye, the new comer ended up in front of Miguel, touching the side of his head with one hand.

“Sweet dreams.” They whispered into Miguel’s ear.

Miguel stared up at the sky, his eyes widening, falling to his knees. His deepest darkest fears scattered his mind.

“Miguel!” All of the spiders went to his side, shaking him out of his trance.

“What the fuck did you do to him?!” Jessica cried.

“He’s not dead, so don’t worry. He’s just in a little nightmare, he’ll be fine.” Was all that was said, before they whipped their cloak and vanished with no trace.

“What the fuck just happened?”

🕷️