Miguel O'hara X reader (the best one on god on god)

Prey and the Prowler

I sleep peacefully in my bed, until something awakens me. White eyes are staring at me from the other side of the room. Then i hear it. That sound effect. Miguel is sleeping in the other room, oblivious as i squirm back in my bed. The figure lunges at me moments later and grabs my neck. i choke and gasp for air, unable to scream for Miguel. Then I see who it is whos choking me. The Prowler!? How'd he get in here!?!? why would he decide to kill me!? Thoughts rushed through my head as my vision became blurry, I was crying. His claws gripped my neck so hard at any moment he could dice my neck into bits. I try to get his arms off me, my hearing fading out as the prowler sounds get more aggressive. His signature audio. I squirm, trying to get free from his grip. I manage to grab the door for a moment but then he slams me into the wall, still trying to kill me. "M-Miguel!" Are the only words that escape my mouth. I figured they may be my last. Suddenly, the door bashes down and miguel charges at Prowler, in his spider-suit. Does he ALWAYS wear that thing..? Under his clothes was my guess on how hes always prepared. Prowler attempted to slash his face, but he shot a web over the guys hands. I lay there, rubbing my neck sorely on the floor, watching him beat the Prowler shitless. Poor guy. I don't feel bad though. Miguel bites him after removing his shoulder blades, exposing the Prowler's bare skin. His fangs sink into his shoulder, and theres a distorted pained yell as the Prowler screams under his mask in agony. After all, Miguel spits venom. Theres blood trailing on the wood as he pins the Prowler down, shoulder slamming his stomach. Eventually, he gets loose and escapes out the window. Miguel watches him scurry away. The moonlight seems to shine on his messy slicked back brown hair. His spidersuit gleaming in the cityscape. He turns around to Y/N. "Are you okay my love?" he kneeled to you as you sat there injured on the floor. "y-yeah i think so.." you reply, stumbling over your words as your in pure shock of the commotion. Miguel picks you up and puts you on the bed, positioning you on his lap. Your blushing and are as red as a tomato. He's never let you get this close.. Your flustered as his arms wrap around you. He whispers in your ear. "I love you my little spider." You always hated that nickname, but you knew you were 𝑠𝑜 into nicknames he gave you. You turn around and wrap your body around him. You can smell his perfume. It smells amazing. How did he maintain a perfect body?? Says your thoughts. "𝐺𝑂𝐷 I need you so 𝐵𝐴𝐷. Why are you so addicting Miguel..?" you ask him as his claws are almost stabbing you as he rests his strong hand on your back.* "No idea love. But none the less, your mine."