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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 17

Felicia Hardy!Reader x Miguel O'Hara

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Smut (office sex, piv, oral), Fluff, Angst, she/her pronouns

Summary: As the Spider Society turns on Miguel and Felicia, they form a team of trusted allies to help prove their innocence.

Word Count: 3K

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

Nueva York, Earth-928

"Baby?" Felicia's voice echoed through the office as she searched for her boyfriend.

The platform lowered, capturing Felicia's attention. Reluctantly, Miguel turned away from the information illuminating the screens surrounding him to look down at Felicia.

"Hola, mí Hermosa," he sighed, his expression tired.

The platform touched the ground, allowing Felicia to join him. Raising her hands, she cupped his face, using her thumbs to run along the prickly facial hair forming on his jaw.

"When was the last time you took a break... or shaved?" she asked with a concerned frown.

Miguel shrugged, looking into her eyes filled with worry. "Last break was when we were at your place... and the last time I shaved... sometime last week," he recalled.

"Spider," Felicia said with a lopsided frown, "you have to take care of yourself."

"I don't have time," Miguel sighed, wrapping his arm around her waist. "I need to figure this shit out, before they—before they turn on us, and we have a whole new problem on our hands." 

"I know, baby. It's okay to work on it, but you have to take care of yourself. I missed you last night."

"I'm sorry," Miguel replied, mimicking her frown for a moment before transitioning into a mischievous smirk. "Will you let me make it up to you?" He leaned down, capturing her lips with his.

Felicia moans at the feeling of his stubble grazing her soft skin. Their passion and desire consume each other. With the stress of everything that's happened in the past 24 hours weighing on them, they needed a release, they needed each other. 

“Make it up to me.” She whispers into the passionate kiss. 

Miguel moans in excitement, his hand wandering down to the curve of her ass, smacking it. As it echoes through the empty office, she gasps at the feeling. Felicia could feel herself becoming wetter as his lips moved down to her neck. His stubble scratches her sensitive neck, adding to the pleasure.  

“Oh, Miguel.” Her head falls back, giving him more access. 

“Sí?” He responds, sucking marks into her neck, claiming her as his. 

“I need you,” Felicia whispers, pressing the spider emblem of her suit, letting it fall to her feet. 

and Miguel groans into her neck, his claws ripping her underwear. Suddenly his hands wander lower to the back of her thighs and using his strength he picks her up. Felicia gasped in surprise as he lifted her up, placing her legs over his shoulder, holding her in the air, and allowing his tongue to explore her folds. 

“Oh, fuck!” Felicia screams, his lips kissing and sucking her clit. She loved the feeling of his hands gripping her ass, desperate for her. 

“You like that, baby?” Miguel growls into her clit. “You like it when I man-handle you?” 

Her nails dig into his scalp, tugging onto the curls of his chocolate hair. “Fuck, yes!” She cries. 

Felicia’s praises further encourage Miguel, prompting him to desperately lap her soaked pussy. Needing to taste more of her, he pushes his tongue into her pussy, feeling her walls contract around him. As his tongue explored her, the bridge of his nose rubbed her clit perfectly, adding to her pleasure. The sensation made her eyes roll back, hips bucking for more. As she fucked his face she could feel the sting of his stubble, scratching her delicate thighs and lips. The new sensation added to her pleasure. 

“Fuck, baby, your stubble feels so good.” She moans, continuing to ride his face.  

“You getting close?” Miguel asks.

Felicia moans louder “Mmhmm! I- I’m so fucking close. I- I’m gonna - I’m cu-” Miguel stops abruptly, causing her to cry. “No baby, please.” She pleads. 

Miguel smirks as he sets her down. “You gotta work for it, gatita.” He growls, sitting in the chair beside him. His suit dissipates as he pats his lap. “Come on, Hermosa, don’t you wanna cum?” He coos teasingly. 

A smirk forms on Felicia’s face as she hastily straddles Miguel’s lap, letting her arousal, drip onto his hard cock. His head falls back, the sensation, teasing the head of his cock, causing pre-cum to drip. 

“Come on,” Miguel grips her waist. 

Slowly, Felicia sinks down onto him, letting out a long moan as she adjusts to his impressive size. Her head falls to his shoulder, biting the muscle. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re big.” She pants. 

“I know, baby girl, you can take it, though.” He coos, a hand rubbing soothing circles onto her back. 

After a moment, she rises, leaving only the tip of his cock inside of her before slamming back down. The two moan in unison, the pleasure overwhelming their senses. Felicia does this a few more times until Miguel is aching for more.

“Fuck!” Miguel groans. “You’re just teasing me, now.” He scolds. 

Felicia smirks, looking up at the man with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. “My my baby how the tides have turned.” She hums. 

Suddenly, Miguel’s hand comes up around her throat, holding her so that she looks into his eyes. “If you don’t start bouncing on my cock right now, I’ll make you regret it.” 

He hisses as her walls contract around him in excitement. “Is that so?” His grip around her throat tightens. 

Felicia bites her lip as she begins to pick up her pace.  “That’s my girl.” Miguel sighs, letting his grip loose and head fall back in pleasure.  

Her pace quickens, relentlessly bouncing on his cock. He can't help but buck up into her, desperate for more. With each bounce, the head of his cock hits her G-spot perfectly. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, causing tears to well up in her eyes. 

“Aw, look at you.” Miguel coos with heavy-lidded eyes. “So fucking desperate for my cock.” 

“I need it.” She whines. “I want your cum.”

“Yeah?” He smirks, bucking up into her, their hips meeting as they fuck each other. “My needy girl’s so desperate for my cum, huh?.” 

Felicia nods her head as she grinds down on him. “I’m getting close again, baby.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re so fucking tight.” Miguel bites his lip, trying to hold his orgasm back for as long as possible. “Keep riding me, just like that ugnh!” 

She can feel his cock twitching inside of her as his orgasm gets closer. Miguel’s hands are spread on her ass, helping her bounce on his cock. Felicia’s arousal drips down his cock with each bounce, stimulating his balls as it soaks him. He lifts his head, bringing his lips back to her exposed neck, begging for attention. Miguel kisses and sucks her neck, his fangs grazing her skin with each movement, teasing her. 

“Oh, m-mig- fuck! I’m so- so fucking close.” She pants. “Please, please let me cum?” Felicia begs. 

“Not yet.” Miguel groans into her neck. “I’m close.” 

The rhythm of their wet bodies slapping together, mixed with their screams and moans echoes through the office. If anyone was walking by right now, they would have no doubt that Miguel was having the best sex of his life. 

“That’s it, just like that.” He encourages, her pussy gripping his cock perfectly. “Fuck, cum. Cum right now, cum all over me.” Miguel demands. 

Felicia’s nails dig into Miguel’s biceps as she cums around him. A series of moans emit from her, sounding like the perfect melody to his ears. The contractions of her orgasm trigger Miguel’s causing him to cum deep inside of her, filling her with his cum. As he cums, his arms wrap around her, holding her close to his chest and burying his face into her neck. He needed to be as close as possible to her, to be consumed in her perfection. 

The couple panted, their breaths heavy as they held onto each other. They embraced the stillness of the moment, basking in each other's presence. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving them in their little sanctuary of passion.

“How was that, Hermosa?” Miguel asks, pressing lazy kisses to her cheek. 

Felicia hums, leaning into his touch. “So good.” She smiles. “Have I ever told you how unbelievably hot you are?” 

He chuckles, pressing his forehead against hers. “I don't believe you have.” he teases. 

“Well, let me tell you that you, good sir, are the hottest Spider-Man in all of the multiverses.” 

Miguel smiles as he leans in to press a tender kiss to her lips. 

“Oh! You guys are doing it again!” LYLA cheers as she materializes. 

“I thought we just had this talk.” Miguel scolds the AI. 

“You’re in your office during work hours, I don't think I’m the one doing anything wrong here.” She crosses her arms, returning Miguel’s scold. 

He rolls his eyes before hissing, as Felicia moves to stand. She mouths a quick sorry as she tries to gain balance, her exhausted legs betraying her. 

“Well, Jess and the others are on their way in,” LYLA informs the two, sending panic through them. 

“What?!” Felicia shouts as she tries to find her suit, which had been kicked off during sex.

Miguel’s suit materializes around his body, jumping up to help her. “Fuck! Why didn’t you tell me?!” His voice, now, angry. 

LYLA rolls her eyes at the couple. “Once again, it’s still work hours and you're the one who set this meeting up yesterday.” 

Felicia quickly found her suit, and the sound of laughter echoed through the hallway as Miguel's guests entered. With urgency, she stepped into her suit, and Miguel helped her, both of them trying to avoid getting caught. Their hearts raced, as the footsteps grew louder. Miguel’s large form does his best to cover Felicia’s partially dressed body from the entrance of his office. 

“Miguel!” Jessica shouts in an attempt to get his attention. Reluctantly, he turns to face the team. “Oh, hi Felicia…” Jessica’s head tilts to the side as the Night Spider speaks around Miguel’s body. 

“Hey, Jess,” She says sheepishly. 

“Miguel, old pal!” 

Felicia's attention shifted to the Spider-Man next to her. He appeared older, with obvious signs of exhaustion, large bags under his eyes, and weariness etched into his features. He was tall but not nearly as tall as her boyfriend. 

The Spider-man opened his arm, bringing Miguel into a big embrace which he did not reciprocate. “Peter,” Miguel responded, stoically. 

The Spider-Man pulled back from the hug, giving him a playful pat on the shoulder. "Aw, where's the love?!" he teased. "I came back early from paternity leave for this?" His chuckles filled the room.

Felicia took a step out of Miguel's shadow, drawing the Spider-Man's attention towards her. "Felicia?" His voice held a soft note of recognition with a hint of a smile.

Her eyebrows knitted together; she'd never met this Spider-Man before. "Yes?" Felicia replied, her curiosity piqued.

The Spider-Man takes a step toward her, his eyes boring into her soul. His smile fades, “Sorry, I thought you were my Felicia.” 

“Your Felicia?” Miguel becomes intrigued. 

“Yeah, you look so much like mine, but she… she’s not around anymore.” He smiles softly, recalling the memories. “I’m Peter B. Parker.” He introduces himself. 

“Felicia Hardy, Earth-192.” She replies. 

“Wanna see a picture of my kid?” He hastily digs into the pocket of his suit for his phone, moving to stand between the couple. “This is my daughter, Mayday, after her first shit.” He gleams, looking at the picture. “Isn’t she precious!” 

Miguel rolls his eyes before pushing Peter’s phone down. “Yeah, yeah, cute kid. We had an actual emergency going on here, you mind?”

“Sixteen more watches have been stolen last night,” Jessica informs the group, conducting the meeting. 

“Sixteen?” Felicia asks in shock. “No security footage? No leads?” 

“They were stolen during last night’s shift change, and all the security footage in that tower was cut during that time.” The Spider-Woman informs the team. “Although, LYLA was able to track one of the watches back to Earth-1048.”

“Has Spider-Man 1048 been deployed?” Miguel asks. 

“Yes, he’s staking out the Maggia as we speak. Here’s the weird thing, though” The team p[erk up  “Peter Parker was able to track a multiversal call from the Maggia to someone in the Spider-Society tower.”

“So it is an inside job.” Peter B clarifies. 

“Exactly.” Jessica nods. 

As Felicia sat in on the meeting, she absorbed the proceedings with keen attention. While it wasn't her first rodeo in dealing with these kinds of gatherings or collaborating with seasoned Spider-People, she couldn’t deny that her few months as the Night-Spider became evident. The way they methodically assessed the situation, devised strategic plans, and seamlessly collaborated and created an atmosphere that she found unfamiliar and, at the same time, intriguing.

Felicia found herself captivated by the subtle nuances of Miguel's expressions as he absorbed the information. The way his brows knit together, a silent indicator of the gears turning in his brilliant mind, held a certain fascination for her. It was a sight she had witnessed countless times, yet each instance left her intrigued, unable to pry her eyes away. There was an effortless grace in the way he stood tall and took charge of any situation. No matter the complexity of the task at hand, Miguel exhibited a commanding presence, navigating any challenges with ease. In simple words, it was sexy. 

Miguel acknowledged the Peters with a nod of gratitude. "Thank you again, Peters, for dropping everything to be here," he said appreciatively.

The two Peters reciprocated with nods of acknowledgment. "It’s our privilege, O’Hara," LEGO Peter replied, a warm smile accompanying his words.

“We’ll reconvene when there’s a development,” Miguel declared, turning his attention back to the monitors. The trio of heroes made their way out, chatting amiably among themselves.

As the door closed behind them, Felicia redirected her focus to the captivating man beside her. She observed the three heroes disappearing down the hall before turning her gaze back to Miguel.

“Hey, Spider,” she purred, stepping closer and looking up at him through her lashes.

“Gatita,” he smirked, his hand gently cupping her cheek. He prompted her to look up into his ruby eyes, creating an intimate moment between them.

“Hey LYLA,” Felicia whispers, gaining the AI’s attention. “You think you can get my suit cleaned again?” she asks with a hint of embarrassment. 

LYLA rolls her eyes, “Do condoms not exist on your Earth?”

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"Was it just me, or is... something going on between Miguel and Felicia?" Jessica inquired as they chatted in hushed tones down the halls of Miguel’s office.

Peter B. nodded confidently. "Oh, yeah, they're fuckin’, no doubt about it."

She raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "That's pretty drastic; I don't think it's anything like that."

"No, no, no. That's the face of a man who's being well fucked. Trust me," he insisted.

She turned away from the Spider-Man in mild disgust. "I was going to imply that they're becoming friends or developing feelings… not fucking."

"Come on," he said confidently. "That's Felicia Hardy. She's every Spider's weakness. He’s never met a Black Cat before, and if she's anything like mine was, there's no doubt they're together."

Jessica’s brows knit together as she evaluates the possibility. “No fucking way.”

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"Thank you!" Felicia's smile widened as she grabbed the bags of takeout from the marble counter of the restaurant on the top floor of the Spider Society.

As she made her way out through the double doors, her eyes caught sight of a familiar figure, maskless and unmistakably Peter Parker. The very sight of him stirred a tumult of emotions within her, each one tinged with bitterness and resentment. 

"Peter Parker!" Her voice rang out sharply, cutting through the hallway and drawing the attention of passing Spider-Men. With determined steps, she charged down the corridor, her gaze fixed on him and his smirking face.

"Well, hello, gorgeous-" 

SMACK! 

The sound reverberated through the hallway; Peter’s eyes widened in shock as the sting of her slap registered in his mind, wiping away his shit-eating grin. His hand instinctively moved to the stinging mark left behind, his gaze following Felicia as she stormed off towards the elevators, her furious demeanor leaving no room for further conversation. 

The elevator doors parted for Felicia, and she quickly slipped inside. However, before the doors could close, Peter managed to slip in as well.

"Felicia," he nodded.

"You told everyone I was dating a Spider-Person!" Felicia turned to face Peter, her hand raised in anger, ready to deliver another slap. But this time, Peter was quicker—he caught her wrist mid-air, halting her motion before her hand could make contact.

Peter moves to press the emergency stop button, prompting a groan from Felicia. “I was only telling people the truth.” He smiles, playing “innocent”. 

“And what makes you think I’m seeing anyone.” 

He chuckles before answering, “Well, Aunt May said that you told her a few stories about us and met your new ‘freakishly tall and unbelievably hunky man’, as she likes to put it.” He rolls his eyes. “And when I went to share this fun fact with the group, Web-Slinger was more than happy to tell everyone about your little affair and how mad Miguel was when he caught you two going at it.” Peter laughs at the mental image of Felicia getting in trouble. 

“You and Patrick are like the same height! He’s maybe, two inches taller, that wouldn't make any sense.” 

“Well, May’s old.” He shrugs. “And Mr. Ben Reily backed him up on it, said he saw your tits in Web-Slinger’s mouth.” 

Felicia shook her head in annoyance. “Whatever, if I am seeing someone why even bring it up, why are you so goddamn obsessed!”

He sighs, leaning against the elevator wall. “‘Cause… You come here, into my Spider Society, and get all the praise! I’ve been a part of this society for years, and Miguel doesn't even look at me, but you get in here, with my help, and he's obsessed with you! Every goddamn Spider-Person is obsessed with you!” 

“You’re pathetic.” She huffs, hitting the emergency button to resume the elevator. “You’re mad at me for not putting up with your cheating, and now you're mad at me for being a better hero than you!”

“You were a dirty ally cat when I found you.” He scoffs.

Felicia rolls her eyes. “And you’re still a whiny little bitch who craves attention. Say, why don’t you go curl up on MJ’s lap like a good little boy? Hmm?”

The elevator rings, signaling their arrival. As the doors open, Felicia makes a beeline toward Miguel's office, desperate to leave the conversation.

“Of course, you were running errands for the boss.” Peter scoffs. “O’Hara’s girl.” 

She smiled to herself, repeating the nickname in her head. “Kiss my ass.”

The automatic doors shut behind her, allowing Felicia’s body to finally intense. “Mr. Boss-Man?” She called out through the corridors of his office. 

“Coast is clear!” Miguel calls back. 

“Hi, baby.” She hums as he comes into view. 

“Thank you for dinner.” He sighed, finally turning away from his monitors. Felicia nodded, setting the take-out bag down on his desk. “I hope it wasn't too much trouble, I could have gotten it for us.” 

“A pain in the ass, but you needed to shave first. We didn’t want anyone seeing that, now, do we?” She teased, turning his head to look at her, allowing her to run her fingers along his soft jaw. 

Miguel softly chuckles before pulling her close. “Mí chica linda.” He whispers against her lips before closing the distance, molding their lips together. 

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i think i’m in love with you…

okay… i have put out this out there cause i can’t stop thinking about it. what if Arthur’s s/o was the one to get kidnapped by the O’Driscolls and he finds and saves her… imagine the smut after that👀

Oh ho… I have something in the works for that 😉

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 16

Felicia Hardy! Reader x Miguel O'Hara

Previous Chapter 🕸 Series Masterlist

Warnings: Smut, Angst

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Miguel and Felicia return to the Spider Society to find their reputations have been destroyed.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

A/N: I can't wait to hear your theories!

New York, Earth-192

Watching Miguel pack his belongings to return to Nueva York was surprisingly difficult for Felicia. Over the past week, amidst the stress and the uncertainty of discovering who was trying to assassinate Miguel, there had been countless moments of happiness. The simple joy of being able to sleep in without the weight of responsibility, the romantic dates, the leisurely walks around the city — all of it had reignited her love for the city and its people. New York had become more than just a place she just happened to live and work in, it was a place where they had shared their lives together.

The inevitability of Miguel's departure tugged at Felicia's heart, but as the saying goes, nothing good lasts forever.

"Ready?" Felicia asked with a forced enthusiasm.

"I think so," Miguel replied softly, closing his suitcase before walking over to where Felicia sat on the edge of the bed. 

Without uttering a word, she leaned her head against his abs, in an attempt to hide her disappointment. Miguel could sense her emotions, and he placed a gentle hand on her back while the other caressed her shimmering platinum hair. 

"How's your side, today?" Miguel broke the silence, his concern evident in his voice.

Felicia smiled and lifted her shirt to reveal the healing wound. "Itty bitty scar just like the doctors said." She replied, her tone light. “Don’t worry.” 

Miguel knelt before her, his fingers running along the scar with a gentle touch. "I'm glad you're healing well," he said, his voice filled with relief. "But I still get to worry."

Felicia felt her heart swell at his words as Miguel pressed a delicate kiss to her side. His lips were soft and warm against her skin. He looked up at her, eyes filled with admiration. "You're... beautiful," he whispered as he stood, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

The kiss deepened, and their unspoken emotions flowed between them. Miguel moans as he leans forward, prompting Felicia to move back to the center of the bed and lay on her back. As Miguel crawls on top of her, he places his knee between her legs, allowing her to grind on his thigh.

Felicia moans as Miguel kisses her neck. “I wanna suck your cock.” She whispers. 

Miguel lifts his head from the crook of her neck, gazing into her eyes. “Fuck, Chiquita.” He sighs. “As much as I would love that, I just wanna fuck your pretty little pussy instead.” 

With a sly smile, Felicia’s hands move to unzip Miguel's jeans. As she worked on his bottoms, Miguel threw his sweater across the room and hastily undressed the needy woman below him. Once they were naked, they wasted no time. Miguel takes his cock and uses the head to play with Felicia’s clit before slowly thrusting into her entrance. 

“Ah!” Felicia winces as adjusts to his large size. 

“I know, baby girl, you’re taking me so good, though.” Miguel leans down pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “Just tell me when you’re ready.” 

After a moment, Felicia wraps her arms and legs around Miguel. “I can take it, baby.” 

Miguel's hips begin to move, pumping in and out of her. “Oh, god, you feel so fucking good!” He grunts, feeling her pussy squeezing around him. “Moan for me, baby, let me hear you.”

Felicia’s moans mix with his, encouraging him to go faster. “Use me, Mig!” She screams as the head of his cock slams into her G-spot. 

“Ungh! Fuck!” Miguel moans as she gets tighter. “Ah! T-tell me how much you love it! Tell me how much you love getting pounded like my little slut with this fat fucking cock inside of you!” Miguel growls into her ear. 

His words send shivers down her spine. “I l-love it, Miguel! I love your cock- ah!” Felicia’s nails dig into his back as Miguel props his leg up, getting a deeper angle. 

“Is it too big, baby?” Miguel coos as he pounds into her soaked pussy. “Too much?”

She throws her head back into the bed, screaming his name. “Ah-ah oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum!”

“No!” Miguel groans. “You’re gonna fucking wait,” Felicia whines as she struggles to hold her orgasm. “You’re not cuming til I say so, understand?” She nods her head, biting her lips as she tried to focus on not cumming. “Good girl.” He coos. 

Miguel moaned at the feeling of Felicia’s arousal dripping from his balls and destroying the bed beneath them. He loved it. He loved knowing how she was all his, how he was the only one who could make her feel this good. 

“Take it- take it all, baby,” Miguel grunts, his hands gripping her as he fucks into her. “You like it when your wet needy pussy slaps against my hips like that?”

“Ah! Yes- Yes! Fuck, I’m so close!” Felicia cried.

Miguel smirks as he looks down at the woman writhing under him. “Oh, fuck! You desperate for it, look at you.” His movements become purely animalistic, fucking her as if his life depended on it. “You need it. You need my cock stretching out that tight little pussy of yours, huh?” 

As Felicia gets even closer to her orgasm, she crawls into Miguel’s back, desperate to hold on. “P-please.” She begs. 

“Ungh, I’m getting close, baby girl.” Miguel whimpers into her ear. “You’re so good, so good, fuck! This pussy is so fucking good!” His praises fill the room, only making it harder for Felicia to hold on. 

“M-Miguel!” Felicia’s nails, now drawing blood and she begs to cum. 

“Cum for me.” Her legs shake around his waist. “Cum with me while I bury my load in this soaking pussy!.” He demands. 

Simultaneously, the two cum, shouting and moaning each other’s names. As Miguel’s pace slows, the sound of their bodies clapping together becomes replaced by their heavy pants. 

“You're so incredible.” Felicia sighs, pressing a kiss to Miguel’s temple. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re-”

The sudden sound of clapping scares Miguel and Felicia, prompting them to turn to the noise. 

“Aww! That was so cute!” LYLA says as she flickers in the corner of the bedroom.

“LYLA!” Miguel shouts, chucking a pillow at her. 

“What?” She asks innocently. 

“God, fucking damnit, LYLA,” Miguel grumbles as he pulls out of Felicia and tosses a blanket over them for modesty. “I told you not to interrupt us when we’re having sex!”

LYLA’s eyes roll behind the heart-shaped glasses. “I know! I didn’t interrupt! I waited very patiently.” 

Felicia cocks her head to the side. “Wait… How long have you been waiting?” 

LYLA flickers closer to the lovers, pulling out a timer. “Well, I arrived when you two were making out, and since Miguel always says ‘Don’t interrupt when we're making out’” She says in her best impression. “I waited… and then your clothes started to come off which meant you were starting sex. And Miguel always says ‘I told you not to interrupt us when we're having sex!’” She repeats. “I waited till it was over.” LYLA smiles holding up a timer that has stopped just after the 11-minute mark. 

Felicia and Miguel’s jaws drop as they realize how long the AI has been watching them. “That’s kind of fucking creepy, LYLA,” Felicia speaks up. 

“Well, geez I’m sorry for being a good assistant-”

“LYLA!!!” Miguel yells

“What?!” LYLA screams back.

Felicia, not wanting Miguel to explode on LYLA, holds Miguel back by the shoulders and pulls him back onto the bed.

“LYLA let’s make a deal honey. Any time you need Miguel for anything you send him a ping to his watch, and if Miguel and I are about to um”

“Have the sex!” LYLA finishes enthusiastically.

“Right have the sex then we’ll send you a message not to disturb us AT ALL. Sound good?”

LYLA's response seemed somewhat indifferent, but she agreed to their request. "Alright, whatever," she replied, appeasing the couple. "Are you ready to go? You asked me to set a meeting with your team for 9:30, and they've been waiting for you for the past five minutes."

Miguel let out a frustrated sigh, realizing he had forgotten about the scheduled meeting. "Damn it," he muttered. "Alright, give me five minutes." LYLA nodded and then dissipated, leaving the young couple to prepare for the impending meeting. 

As Miguel and Felicia quickly got dressed in their respective suits, they exchanged kisses every few seconds, trying to savor these moments of peace before they had to return to the reality of hiding their relationship from the rest of the world. Their kisses were a bittersweet reminder of the love they shared, but the need for secrecy weighed heavy on their hearts. 

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Nueva York, Earth 928

After parting ways, Miguel headed to his meeting and Felicia made her way to the lab to see her friends, Felicia felt a strange sensation as she walked through the hallways. It was as if a multitude of eyes were fixed upon her, and the weight of that attention made her steps feel heavier than usual. With every stride she took, it seemed like curious gazes were following her every move.

Upon entering the lab, the effect became more pronounced. Heads swiveled in unison to focus on her as she walked in. The masks of her peers and friends focused on her instead of the tech they were working on. 

Felicia couldn't help but wonder if her secret relationship with Miguel had somehow leaked, or if something else was afoot. The intensity of the stares and the palpable tension in the room left her feeling both uneasy and intrigued, wondering what had caused this sudden shift in the atmosphere. 

“Hardy!” Margo waved her over. 

Felicia felt her confusion deepen as she approached Margo to find her laughing. Her friend's laughter only added to the mystery, and it wasn't long before Felicia felt a pang of anxiety bubbling within her. “You sneaky bitch.” She giggled. Before she could inquire further, Margo gestured for other colleagues to gather around, and they, too, seemed to share in her friend's amusement.

Felicia's bewildered expression only deepened, and she couldn't help but ask, "What is going on?" Her gaze darted around the room, searching for any hints as to why she had become the center of attention.

Suddenly, the lab doors swung open, and a group of Spider-People burst into the room, heading straight for Felicia. Julia, Ben, Peter Parked-car, Spider-Cat, and Malala Windsor approached her with excitement in their eyes, demanding to know more. Their enthusiasm left her even more puzzled. "Tell us everything!" Julia exclaimed, and the urgency in her voice only added to the growing sense of intrigue.

Felicia couldn't help but laugh nervously, attempting to hide the rising panic within her. "Tell you what?" she inquired, her tone light and playful, but her mind racing to figure out how to address this situation.

Julia's giggles only served to deepen her anxiety. "Peter, your Peter, told us you had a boyfriend!" she exclaimed. Felicia's smile began to waver, and her heart pounded in her chest.

Her denial, however, was met with resolute certainty from Margo. "Web-Slinger already confirmed it, girl, don't deny it!" she chimed in.

The situation was spiraling beyond Felicia's control, and now Ben added to her disarray with his laughter and a reference to Miguel. "Miguel's gonna kill you!" he teased. Felicia felt like she was trapped in a spider's web of her own making, and there was no easy escape. “He almost lost his shit when we caught you two fucking!” This caused the group of heroes to gasp with intrigue. 

Felicia wanted to scream with fury. “No, No, there’s a misunderstanding!”

“It’s okay to be a little slutty.” Julia rubs her back. “I don’t blame you for leaving Peter for Web-Slinger, I mean.. he’s pretty fucking hot!”

“I’m not dating anyone!” Felicia's shout broke through the laughter, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. The conviction that Peter's words had sown in her friends was not something easily undone, and she could sense that the more she protested, the more they believed in her supposed relationship. As the laughter and playful teasing continued, Felicia gave up and stormed out of the lab. 

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The tension in the room was palpable, and the weight of responsibility bore down on Miguel. The Spider-People assembled around the table wore their masks and suits, their eyes filled with a mix of concern and frustration.

The atmosphere grew more charged as one of the Spider-Men, his suit slightly torn from the recent battle, stood up and voiced the concerns that had been swirling in the room. "This was the second attack!" His voice carried the frustration of the group. "As our leader, what are you doing? Running?"

Several heads around the table nodded in agreement with the outspoken Spider-Man. They had been facing increased threats, and Miguel's recent absence raised doubts and worries about his commitment to their cause.

Standing up with resolve, Jessica moved to defend Miguel. Her voice was unwavering, and her eyes displayed her staunch support for their leader. "This last attack was an attempted assassination," she declared. "We should all understand the gravity of this situation."

"I didn't leave to run away," Miguel asserted, standing at the head of the table. "I left to ensure the safety of the Spider Society. We're facing threats we've never seen before. I made that decision to protect all of you, not just myself. Night-Spider was targeted because of his association with me, and I'm taking every measure to make sure it doesn't happen again."

“And yet, Night-Spider almost died.” Web-Slinger adds, his tone laced with anger. 

The room was filled with tense silence as the Spider-People around the table exchanged glances. The air was heavy with accusation and doubt, and the accusations against their leader weighed heavily on their minds.

Miguel could feel the pressure, his position as leader questioned by the very people he had dedicated himself to. He knew the gravity of the situation and the weight of the responsibility he held. Taking a deep breath, he stood up, his voice steady but tinged with frustration.

Web-Slinger, clearly frustrated, leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Miguel. "You can't just disappear without communication. We're a team, Miguel."

"I know," Miguel admitted. "And I'll make sure to keep you all in the loop moving forward. But we can't afford to turn against each other."

“As much as I’d like to take a shit on this establishment, Miguel isn’t the one to blame.” Hobie Brown adds from the corner of the room.  

Miguel was happily surprised by the random support from the Spider-Punk, giving him a nod in thanks. 

"He is!" May Reiley declared, her tone resolute as she pointed an accusatory finger at Miguel. "You are no leader, O'Hara!"

Miguel clenched his jaw, knowing that he needed to allow their grievances to be heard, even if they were difficult to bear.

"Our technology is being stolen and used against us!" Lady Spider continued, her voice filled with anger and frustration. "So, please, run away and take more Enrapture so you can pretend to be one of us."

Miguel remained silent, his jaw tight, as he let her words hang in the air. The room was divided, with many Spider-People sharing May's concerns while others stood with their leader. The accusations stung, but he understood that they needed to express their frustrations and fears. Miguel was determined to address their issues and rebuild the trust that had been shaken.

Miguel clenched his fists behind his back, the criticism from May Reiley hitting a nerve. Her words were harsh, but she wasn't alone in her doubts about his leadership. The frustration among the Spider-People was palpable, and he had to address their concerns head-on.

May Reiley's accusation lingered in the room, but Miguel remained composed. He understood the gravity of the situation, and he couldn't afford to let emotions cloud his judgment. Rising to his feet, he addressed the room.

"I hear your concerns," Miguel began, his voice firm but measured. "May Reiley, I appreciate your honesty. I understand that our technology is being used against us. And that's precisely why I left – to confront the threats and ensure the safety of the Spider Society."

The tension in the room remained, and Miguel could sense that this situation wasn't resolved, not by a long shot. The Spider-People exchanged uneasy glances, their faith in their leader shaken, but the meeting ended with an understanding that they needed to find a solution together, even if trust had been eroded. 

Miguel's gaze swept across the room, lingering on the faces of his fellow Spider-People. Their silence was almost deafening, each individual holding their thoughts close, unsure of how to proceed. He could sense the weight of their doubts and concerns hanging heavily in the air.

"Would anyone else like to voice their opinions?" Miguel inquired, his voice carrying a sense of resignation. He had opened the floor for discussion, but it seemed no one was willing to step forward.

A heavy silence blanketed the room for a few moments, amplifying the tension that had settled among the Spider-People. Miguel's disappointment was evident, but he understood that these were difficult times, and his leadership was being questioned.

"I guess that's it," he said, letting out a sigh. He couldn't force them to speak, and he didn't want to further press the issue for now. "LYLA has new leads on Earth-1048. She will give you all your assignments."

With those final words, Miguel walked out of the conference room. The room remained hushed, the Spider-People left to process the complex situation and their doubts about their leader.

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Felicia perched atop the Spider Society Headquarters, a vantage point from which she observed the flurry of flying cars zipping by in a blur. Her thoughts were locked in a tumultuous whirlwind, attempting to make sense of the situation. She couldn't fathom why Peter would have spread such a rumor, or why Patrick, someone she had thought she could trust, had confirmed it.

As she contemplated the intricacies of this mess, Felicia sensed a presence approaching, and the familiar tingle of her heightened senses drew her attention. "Hey, darlin'," a warm voice broke through her reverie.

With a weary sigh, Felicia turned to acknowledge Web-Slinger, who had approached her. "Hey, Patrick," she greeted him. 

“Whatcha doin’ up here all by your lonesome?” He smiles softly, moving to sit next to her. 

“Why’d you tell everyone we're together?” She cuts to the chase. 

Web-Slinger let out a deep, exasperated sigh, his gloved fingers carefully pulling down his mask to reveal a pair of earnest eyes that met Felicia's hurt gaze. "Peter was spreading rumors," he began with a heavy tone, "calling you names I don't even want to repeat. It took less than a day for your reputation to be tarnished, with you labeled as a cheater and a slut." Another sigh escaped him, laden with remorse. "So, I... I said you were seeing me, and only me.”

Patrick reached out, gently taking Felicia's hands into his own, his gaze never wavering from her eyes as if he were trying to convey the depth of his sincerity and the extent to which he cared. “We did see each other for a minute,” He justifies. “And I really do… care about you. If it were up to me, I’d be honored to sweep you off of your feet.”

Felicia nods. “Well.. thank you.” Yet she can’t help but continue to feel a sense of betrayal.  

“What- what’s going on with you?” He asks, his thumb brushing over knuckles soothingly. “Your Peter is running around spreading rumors about you, and O’Hara almost got you killed.” 

She lazily shrugs, “I don’t fucking know anymore.” 

Web-Slinger tightened his grip on her hands, his concern evident in his eyes. "I know this is a lot to take in, Felicia, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. We can get through this mess together, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you clear your name."

Felicia appreciated his support, but she couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal entirely. "I just can't believe Peter would do this," she mumbled, her voice laced with frustration. "We've been through so much together, and now he's out there trying to ruin my reputation. It’s hard enough trying to fit into this stupid Spider Society."

Patrick nodded, understanding her pain. "People change, Felicia, and sometimes not for the best. But you have me."

Felicia returned her gaze to the flying cars that zipped through the sky in a never-ending dance of light and motion. The symphony of horns, sirens, and distant chatter of the city's denizens created a chaotic yet strangely soothing background.

“I should get going.” She says, moving to stand from the ledge of the building. 

Before Felicia steps off to swing to the levels below, Patrick speaks up, “I care ‘bout you, Felicia… I really do.” 

Felicia looked over her shoulder, her gaze met Patrick's gentle eyes, and for a brief moment, their eyes transcended the chaos around them. She offered him a soft, appreciative smile. Without another word, she gracefully leaped off the roof and swung away. 

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Jessica walks in and leans against the doorway, her expression filled with concern as she watches Miguel absorbed in his work. "Miguel," she speaks his name again, capturing the brooding Spider-Man's attention as he studies the screens in his office.

Reluctantly, he turns away from the screens to acknowledge the Spider-Woman, his tone carrying a hint of annoyance. "Yes?" he huffs.

She shifts her weight and uncrosses her arms, her brow furrowing as she regards him. "Wanna talk about the meeting?" she asks, her voice gentle yet persistent.

Miguel sighs, his attention returning to the monitors. "What about it?" He tries to deflect the conversation, clearly not eager to discuss it.

“They’re turning on you. They struck you where it hurts, calling you a bad leader.”

“Ya well, I’m a big boy I can handle a little criticism-“

“Don’t shut me out Miguel I’m just trying to help.”

“Well, I don’t need it! Not right now” He rubs the temple of his nose in frustration. “You think it’s time?” Jessica’s suggestion surprises Miguel. 

“What- No!” He sighs for a moment as he digests the suggestion. “We shouldn’t- can’t! We can’t!”

She frowns, “Be realistic. We need them.” 

“Fine. We’ll meet here, in my office, tomorrow at 5. Understand?” 

“I’ll get them ready.” She nods. 

Miguel frowns as the orange hexagonal portal opens next to Jessica. With a nod to her boss, she walks through leaving him to second guess if this was the right choice. 

Chapter 17

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[jedijesi]

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i just needed to drop in and express my love for you! i have spent the past week rereading ur masterlist repeatedly. it’s truly the best writing i’ve read in a while. i’m so obsessed! you deserve the absolute world!💕💕💕 thank you so much for sharing your work! sending my love, have the best day ever!🥰🫶

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Gosh its messages like this that totally make one's day, week, month. Thank you!!

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it’s all i can think about…

i need this

Riding arthur and him just putting his hat on you and laughing, I feel like we need more fun smuts yaknow

Your hips splay over his; large, warm hands encircle your waist. Your fingers spread out over the broad planes of his chest, granting you leverage as you undulate atop him.

The sinful sounds of wet skin sliding against wet skin fill the room, interspersed with deep grunts, high-pitched moans, and gasping breath.

Clothes litter the floor, a gunbelt is slung over a chair. The sheets of the too-nice bed are bunched up near the foot of it, while the frame squeaks with the flurried movements of the bodies atop it.

“Tha’s it, you’re such a good girl.”

The deep drawl of his voice goes straight to your cunt, making you moan aloud when your hips come down on his, your knees shaking with the exertion you’re putting your legs through, thighs burning like you’re in the saddle.

A hand moves from your waist up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your spit-slicked nipple and you shiver, your whole body shaking as you cannot help to clench around him.

“Arthur-” you pant.

Laid out beneath you, the outlaw bucks his hips up when he senses your fatigue, and the hand on your breast leaves, moving over to the side table next to the bed. You slow your hips, a questioning look in your eye.

Arthur grins, one hand moving down to your rear and squeezing mischievously. He grabs what he’s reaching for with the other - that old, beat up gambler’s hat.

Before you can ask what he’s doing with it, he pushes that hat down on your head - it’s far too big for you and lands slightly crooked before you right it, finding his face again. He chuckles, laugh lines appearing underneath the sandy brown stubble of his beard.

“Yer a right cowgirl now - y’like ridin’ me, dontcha?”

You laugh, the smile on his face infectious as you place one of your hands upon the hat to keep it atop your head. You lean down and place your lips on his, tilting the brim back as to not impede.

His tongue presses into your mouth, and your hips still as your attention is fully on kissing him, your other hand braced on the bed above his shoulder as his arms wind around your ribcage.

You begin to roll your hips again, and with him buried so deep within you, the both of you moan into each other’s mouths - losing yourself in each other once again.

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arthur, my beloved

Would jump on that dick like a trampoline gold medalist and not even the guillotine could stop the head that I'd give him.

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Caught in the Cats Web Chapter 15

Miguel O'hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, SMUT (piv)

Word Count: 4K

Summary: An unexpected visitor drops by Felicia's penthouse. 

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

A/N: We’re back! Holiday season was crazy and we both got sick but here’s some smut to make up for it!

New York, Earth-192

"Ready?" Miguel called out as he meticulously adjusted his attire in front of the mirror by the front door.

"Wait!" Felicia's voice echoed from her jewelry room. "I have the perfect earrings for this dress. I know they're here somewhere!"

Miguel couldn't help but chuckle as he rolled up the sleeves of his tight white button-up shirt. "You were the one who insisted on leaving early for the hors d'oeuvres," he playfully teased.

Felicia's frustration was evident as she continued rummaging through her jewelry, determined to find the right accessories for the evening. "I can't show up to an art gala looking like this!" she huffed.

Just as she voiced her concern, a polite but urgent knock sounded at their front door, disrupting the couple's preparations.

"Babe, can you get the door?" Felicia called from the jewelry room, where boxes and accessories were strewn about in disarray.

Miguel smiled as he made his way to the door. Once it opened, he was met with a familiar face, one he’d studied many times before. 

"Oh!" The woman at the door jumped in surprise, her eyes darting to the numbers next to the doorframe. "Do I have the wrong address?" She pondered, her brow furrowing in confusion.

Miguel maintained his composure, trying to keep the conversation polite. "Can I help you, ma'am?"

The woman's frown deepened as she studied Miguel. "I'm looking for a Felicia Hardy," she explained, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Before Miguel could respond, Felicia came bustling down the hallway and around the corner, slipping into her sleek black heels. 

"Ready!" she exclaimed, a hint of breathlessness in her voice.

As soon as she came into view of the door, Felicia stopped in her tracks, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

"Felicia!" 

"May?" Her voice quivered with surprise. "W-What are you doing here?"

Aunt May brushed past Miguel, her arms enveloping Felicia in a warm, comforting hug. Her voice was filled with genuine concern as she said, "Oh, honey, I heard what happened." 

Miguel, standing nearby, could see the distress written all over Felicia's face. Although he was ready to intervene and save her from this potentially awkward situation, he understood that this was something Felicia needed to go through. He watched, his heart heavy with empathy for the woman he cared deeply for. His presence was a silent support, ready to be called upon if necessary.

Aunt May broke the hug, her hands gently cupping Felicia's face. "You two are meant to be together, sweetheart, you'll get through it." Her words were filled with conviction and a kind, maternal assurance that tugged at Felicia's heart.

Felicia felt overwhelmed as a storm of questions flooded her mind. She stammered, struggling to grasp what was happening. "W- What are you talking about, May?"

With a deep frown, Aunt May explained, "Peter told me you two broke up. I'm here to help you through your crisis." Her eyes were filled with compassion and understanding.

Felicia's thoughts were racing, trying to make sense of the situation. "W-what... what crisis?"

Aunt May drew her into another comforting hug, expressing her support. "Aw, honey, you don't have to hide it from me. We're family." She held Felicia close, offering reassurance and understanding.

“How about we sit.” Felica said as she guided her to the couch. Miguel watched from a distance, ready to offer his support when she needed it most. Felicia felt a wave of relief as she settled into a chair. She took a deep breath and looked at Aunt May, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and hope. "I'm very lost right now. Can we start over?"

Aunt May nodded her expression kind and understanding. She held Felicia's hands in hers, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Of course, dear. Peter and I had our Sunday brunch today, and he told me you two broke up." She paused, her voice filled with concern. "He told me you were having a crisis and needed time, that's why I'm here."

As she rummaged through her purse, Aunt May's warm smile returned, and her eyes softened. She pulled out a familiar Tupperware container. "I brought you that dessert you like." She placed it on the table, a small gesture of comfort and care.

“May,” Felicia’s voice filled with regret. “I’m not having a crisis.” Aunt May’s eyebrow quirks in confusion. “I’m very happy, May.” She smiles, glancing at Miguel who stands across the room.

“Well, it seems like I’m lost now.” 

“I’m sorry, I know this is going to be hard to hear, but Peter and I broke up months ago.” Aunt May’s jaw slacks as she takes in the new information. “We broke up in the summer when he started seeing MJ… It’s winter now, I’ve moved on.” 

Aunt May’s gaze shifts down. “He can’t be with MJ, she’s still across the country.” 

Felicia bites her lip, feeling a tinge of guilt for destroying her image of her perfect nephew. “She moved back last May. We broke up in June.”

A tear escapes Aunt May. “Really?”

Felicia nods. “I tried. We got back together at least four times during the summer, but… It didn’t work out. I’m sorry.” 

“But you two were meant to be together! We bought you a ring in May! He had a whole proposal planned!”

Felicia could feel her heartache. “I’m sorry,” was all she was able to say. 

Meanwhile, Miguel’s blood was boiling at the interaction. He wondered how many people Peter had lied to, how long he pretended they were together. Even thinking of the possibility of Felicia saying “yes” to him, and accepting marriage gave him chills. It enraged him all the more. 

Felicia listened to May's words with a mix of emotions, her eyes welling up with tears. She appreciated May's understanding and sympathy. As the tears began to flow down her cheeks, she took solace in May's comforting presence. 

"I'm so sorry he didn't tell you. But if you would have seen him, how he acted with me as time went on, you'd understand," Felicia confessed.

A few tears trickled down May's cheek, and she looked deeply pained. "I'm so sorry, dear. For whatever he did to you, well, I—" Her voice trembled with emotion.

Felicia reached out and touched May's hand. "It's not your fault, May. Nothing was." 

May opened her arms, and Felicia moved to hug her, finding comfort in the maternal embrace. She gently stroked her hair and cheek before letting her go.

"Peter maybe my nephew, and he may be one of the brightest kids that I know. But he is the stupidest boy to ever let a woman like you go. I hope you two can reconcile one day," May expressed her sentiments.

Felicia hesitated for a moment before saying, "I don't think so. I've moved on. I'm in a relationship now, and I'm really happy." She offered a grateful smile. Aunt May nodded understandingly, "Thank you for everything, May."

The two women stood and made their way to the door. Felicia escorted May out and assured her that she hadn't ruined anything special. 

May clasp her hands over Felicia's. "Well, then I'm glad, dear. And who's that tall Greek sculpture sulking in the corner?" May raised an inquisitive eyebrow, gesturing to Miguel.

Felicia smiled and beckoned Miguel over. "This is my—"

"Boyfriend," Miguel interjected with a warm smile, extending his hand to shake May's. She shook his hand and smiled coyly.

"I see..." May took a moment to assess Miguel. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

"Thank you very much," Miguel replied, wrapping his arm around Felicia's waist. He kissed her cheek and added, "I'm a lucky man."

May continued to smile and delivered a low response, "Indeed you are." 

She then turned her attention back to Felicia giving her a wink. 

"Are you sure you don't need help getting home?" Felicia held the door open for May. 

"No, no, dear. You kids enjoy your night. I can handle myself just fine. Goodbye, Felicia. I hope to see you again soon." With a wave, May left the apartment.

Felicia closed the door behind her, letting out a sigh as if she were releasing the pent-up tension from her visit with Aunt May.

"Are you alright, baby?" Miguel's voice came from behind as he stepped forward, wrapping his strong arms around her waist.

She turned in his arms, burying her face into his chest. "I don't know," she mumbled, her words muffled against his shirt.

Miguel's expression turned stern as he said, "I'm gonna kick Peter out of the Spider Society." His tone was filled with frustration.

Felicia pulled back slightly, looking up into Miguel's now-raging red eyes. "No, you can't," she replied softly, her voice filled with concern.

"I can and I will," Miguel asserted, his determination unwavering.

Felicia hesitated before responding, "As shitty of a boyfriend he was, he's a good Spider-Man. I don't wanna be the reason he isn't part of the Spider Society." She frowned.

Miguel's hand came up to cup her cheek, his fiery eyes locking onto hers. "Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice softer.

Felicia nodded, her eyes reflecting her decision. "Alright, mi vida," Miguel sighed. "But if he fucks up at all, I'll have to deal with him." 

“Alright, big boy, whatever you want.” She teases, patting his broad chest. 

“Whatever I want?” His voice turns from soft to seductive, sending a chill down Felicia’s spine. 

“Mmhmm.” She hums as she begins to bite her lip. 

Miguel leans down, letting his lips brush against her ear. “And what if I wanna fuck you against that window right there?” 

Felicia slightly gulps at the sudden boldness. 

“What- what about our date?” 

Miguel smirks, his voice low and seductive. "Who said we can't have a little fun before our date?" He trails his fingers lightly along Felicia's arm, sending shivers down her spine. "I need all of New York to watch me claim that perfect little pussy of yours."

Felicia's heart skips a beat as Miguel's possessive tone sends a mix of excitement and apprehension through her. 

She tries to speak, but her words catch in her throat as she feels the intensity of his gaze. "Miguel," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "What’s gotten into you? Was it- was it May’s visit? Are you mad or something?" Her eyes search his face, hoping to find understanding.

Miguel's expression tightens, a flicker of jealousy crossing his features. He cups her face gently, his touch both tender and firm. "Felicia, you're mine," he says huskily, his voice tinged with possessiveness. "I won't let anyone else have you."

His words send a jolt of desire through her, but also a pang of concern. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Peter was planning to propose to me, does it? Because I would’ve said no, Miguel.”

“Is that so, gatita?”

"I belong to you, Miguel," she says softly, placing her hand over his. "And I choose to be with you, trust me."

Miguel's eyes only darken as he gazes into hers, his possessiveness tempered by a glimmer of protectiveness. 

A smirk grows on her red-painted lips and spreads across her face, as she steps closer to him, her hand traveling up around his shoulders. “Miggy,” She looks up at him through her eyelashes, “I think you’re jealous.”

Miguel swallows the saliva harshly in his throat. “I am not jealous. I am -”

“No, no don’t hide it from me, baby,” Felicia leans up on her tiptoes, bringing her lips to hover over his as she grabs his chin to face him with her thumb and forefinger. She whispers against his lips in a sultry tone, “I like it when you're jealous. I like that possessive look in your eyes when someone else looks at me, or the fact that it makes you do the most unholy things to me afterwards.” She bites her lip to conceal the breaking of her character. Maintaining lust-heavy eyes, she guides towards the window, practically daring Miguel to follow. 

Miguel never breaks contact with her, knowing that she wants him to take her bait. He takes a deep breath before slowly following Felicia, each step slow and intricate as if sneaking up on his prey. “You wanna hear something unholy, mi vida?” Felicia nods her head with a bite of her lip. “I want you to take off all your clothes, slowly, piece by piece, and I want you standing naked in the living room begging for me to touch you and fuck you and mark you as mine. Because no one can make you feel as good as me, and make you cum so hard that you can’t even see straight, or stand up properly.” 

Felicia lets out a sharp breath, watching how the muscles in his broad shoulders move with each step as he stalks towards her. 

Once Miguel finally reaches Felicia, his hand gripping her hip to pull her body flush against his, the other sliding into her platinum hair, exposing her neck to him. He watches as her breathing quickens, her breasts just peeking out from the straps of her dress. 

She lets out a breath, then a moan as he leans his head down to the side of her neck, whispering in her ear, “And no one like Peter Parker, or some irritating cowboy is going to come between us and take you away from me, because baby girl, you are mine.” 

“Fuckin’ hell you turn me on, baby.” Felicia whines as he nips her neck, and not gently. She feels as he moves his hands, sliding up and down her body, squeezing her curves and kneading the soft skin of her ass. 

Miguel speaks up again, “And I’m gonna fuck you against that window, so everyone can see me make love to the Goddess that I get to call mine.” Before Felicia can wrap her head around Miguel’s words he picks her up by the waist, practically throwing her against the thick glass of his living room window. 

Miguel pressed their bodies against the window with such intensity that she was surprised it didn’t crack on the impact. Miguel's hands traced the curves of Felicia's body with reverence, his fingertips leaving trails of molten desire. She arched her back, surrendering herself to the intoxicating sensations that danced along her skin. Their lips met in a passionate embrace, their mouths hungry for more than just a simple kiss. Every touch, every caress sent shivers down their spines, igniting a fire within that consumed their beings. As they kissed her legs wrapped around his waist to keep from falling, his hands only leaving her so he could reach around her back to zip her dress off her body. Felicia couldn't help but let out a moan as she felt his hand slide down her back, using his claw to quickly tear through the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor. 

As they kissed, their breaths mingled, forming a symphony of heavy sighs and whispered moans. Miguel's tongue gently teased Felicia's lower lip, seeking entrance to her mouth. She willingly granted him access, losing herself in the sweet chaos of their tongues fighting for dominance. Felicia reached down to Miguel's chest, taking hold of his shirt and ripping the buttons from the smooth material, throwing it to the other side of the room as she claws Miguel’s now bare chest. He groaned as she raked her nails over his exposed skin, claiming at his chest and then traveling up his torso to tangle her finger in his hair. She murmured something against his lips as she continued to kiss him, Miguel almost missing it from the sounds they were making.

“What did you say?” he asks her heavily panting. Felicia murmured, “I said take them off, Miggy, please -”

“Are we begging already, baby girl?” Miguel cuts her off with a smirk, admiring how she struggles to take off his pants, using the heels of her feet to push down on the waistband while hanging onto his neck and shoulders so she doesn’t fall from his grip.

“Say it again sweetheart,” his lips molding with Felicia’s in a bruising kiss. “Beg for me,” he husks as he nips her chin. “Beg for my cock.”

“Pretty please Miguel, fuck me against this window until the glass shatters,” she breathed heavily. 

It didn’t take anything else to hold Miguel back. He kept one hand securely fit around her, sliding the other down the trail of her stomach until he reached the inside of her panties. At first, he teases a finger in just rubbing her clit in small circles, feeling her wetness before fully inserting his finger inside her.

Without any warning on the motion from Miguel, she let out a long sigh out moan, in pure bliss at the contact of finally being touched where she needed him most. 

“You’re so wet for me, baby. You like what I’m doing to you?” Felicia can only moan in his neck, biting his shoulder in reply. Miguel grunts at the pinch of her love bite, not expecting to feel both her nails and her teeth marking him all at once. 

“You want my cock hermosa? You want me to take you as mine?” Miguel’s lips press against her ear, sending chills down to her core. “Wanna feel my cock so deep inside of you? Make you cum harder than he ever could?” 

Felicia lifts her head from his shoulder, letting out a whine. Her hips buck from the lost contact when he pulls out his finger. “Beg me, Felicia.”

“I need your cock, Mig, please,” she sighs.

“No no no, princess, louder. I want the neighbors to hear you begging for me to fuck you so good.” 

She smirks at his dominance, raising her head to look into his eyes with lust-heavy eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Miguel. Please please fuck me, baby, I need you inside me.” 

“Good girl,” without much warning, Miguel’s claws tear Felicia’s thin lace panties before plunging his cock inside of her. She lets out a loud moan at the sudden contact and the feel of him stretching her walls so good. 

As soon as she adjusts he starts thrusting into her at a rapid pace, her ass bouncing back and forth on his cock and the cold glass window behind her. 

Nothing has turned her on so much. 

Still thrusting Miguel takes her wrists, raising them above her head, and slams them not the window above her head, with a firm, “Stay there”.

His hands grip her waist now, guiding her rolling hips to meet his in every thrust he makes, making them both unleash the most breathy and sinful noises out of their mouths at the new angle. 

“Fuck,” she sighs, feeling him pound that sensitive spot. 

“You like that?” Miguel growls. “My good girl’s taking every inch so fucking good, aren’t you?” He coos between pants. All Felicia could do was drunkenly nod, but it wasn't enough. “Words.” He demands. 

“Miguel,” she moans, “I’m gonna cum”. She peers through her eyes to meet his, a stern look on his brow and a few beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. 

“You’re gonna cum when I say you’re gonna cum,” She smiles, feeling her heart flutter and her body tingle with anticipation. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper, "Yes, Sir."

She could feel his grip tighten on her hips as he thrust his hips harder and faster. His breathing grew heavier, and she knew he was coming closer and closer to his release. 

“Hold it.” He gunts, picking up his pace. 

Felicia whined as she struggled to keep herself from cumming. Miguel moans as her walls squeeze his cock even harder, begging to release. 

“Mig-” 

“No.” He pants his thrusts becoming more erratic. “I want all of New York to know you-” thrust “are” thrust “mine” thrust.

“I can’t h-hold it pl-please!” Felicia’s nails dig into Miguel’s back imprinting on his skin. 

“Cum for me baby,” Her head falls back against the glass as she lets out a gasp. Miguel’s arms wrap around Felicia’s body, pulling her as close as possible as their bodies shudder with pleasure. 

After a moment, their breathing becomes heavy and ragged. Miguel’s forehead presses softly against Felicia’s allowing them to look into each other's tired eyes. If she was quiet enough, she could hear his heart pounding with hers. Once he regains a steading breath, Miguel presses a tender kiss to her forehead before slowly pulling out. 

With utmost care, Miguel cradled Felicia's head in his hands, treating her as delicately as if she were a porcelain doll before gliding back to the bedroom. 

As soon as they reach the room, Miguel gently lays her down on his bed watching Felicia stretch out, feeling the post-orgasmic contentment wash over her. She notices how he turns his body as he motions to leave the room again. She reaches out and places a hand on the arm to stop him. 

“Where are you going?, she asks, about to sit up before Miguel politely pushes her shoulders back down to lay on the bed again. 

“Just getting a towel to clean you up baby, I’ll be right back.” He walks towards the bathroom turning back to her with a playful pointing finger, saying “stay” before turning down the hall. 

Lying back on the bed, Felicia surrendered herself to a wave of relaxation and exhaustion. With a deep breath, she let out a soft moan, a reflexive response as she replayed the events that had just transpired. Miguel reenters the room, towel in hand, ready to clean up, prompting Felicia’s eyes to open. He gently wipes off her inner thighs, feeling the smooth texture of her skin as he pulls the towel away. Felicia smiles widely at Miguel while he does so, he looks up to notice the smirk on Felicia’s face as she watches him clean her. 

Miguel chuckles and looks back down at her, “What’s got you smiling, Miss Hardy?” 

Felicia coyly smiles and leans up on her elbows to look at him, “I just like looking at you when you concentrated, your brow all furrowed and your eyes squinting as you concentrate on something. You always look so grumpy, it’s cute.” 

Miguel raises his eyebrow at her, making a strange face as if he’s trying to “smolder”, “This eyebrow?” he questions. 

Felicia nods her head, giggling softly at him as he walks away again to discard the towel. He comes back not even a minute later, jumping on the bed next to Felicia, immediately pulling the covers over them, and pulling her next to him so her back lies against his chest. He nuzzles her neck, breathing in her scent, his hands stroking her hair. Felicia relaxes against him, her breathing slowing as her body responds to his touch. He leans in and kisses her neck, his lips lingering for a few moments before she speaks. “So much for that date, huh?”

“I was really looking forward to going to the gala,” Felicia sighs. “You just had to ruin it.” She teases. 

“We could still go.” Miguel’s fingers caress her skin, practically lulling her to sleep. 

“Ahuh.” She rolls her eyes with a soft chuckle. 

Felicia cozies into Miguel’s arms as she watches the lights of the city shimmer beyond her window. 

“How does 20 minutes sound?”

“Huh?” Felicia turns her head to look at her naked man. 

“Is 20 minutes enough time to relax before I eat that pretty pussy out like it’s my last meal?” Miguel smirks. 

“You sure that's enough time for you, old timer?” Felicia hums, watching Miguel’s eyes darken.

“Old timer?” He scoffs as he moves over her to settle between Felicia’s legs. “You’re gonna regret that.”

Chapter 16

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 14

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Implied Smut, Heartbreak, Little bit of Violence.

Word Count: 4K

Summary: Felicia relives her heartbreaking past with her ex, Peter Parker AKA Spider-Man. 

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

A/N: Sorry for the late update, holidays and finals have taken us hostage. Enjoy this chapter, I loved writing it! I also recommend listening to the other woman by lana del rey during flashbacks!

New York, Earth-192

Felicia and Miguel sat comfortably on the couch, pretending to be engrossed in the captivating show playing on the television as their minds wandered to the thoughts of each other's lips. She found solace in leaning against Miguel's chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall as he breathed, a comforting and familiar rhythm that reassured her.

The playful touch of his fingers touching the silver strands. As the scenes continued on the screen, Miguel would occasionally plant tender kisses on the crown of Felicia's head, causing her heart to beat faster. Then, with a delicate touch, he would kiss her neck, leaving a trail of affectionate pecks that ignited a spark within her. Each kiss left a tingling sensation in its wake, and Felicia couldn't help but sigh contentedly.

In this intimate moment, the outside world seemed to fade away as they found comfort and love in each other's presence, even if they were doing nothing but simply watching the television. The shared silence spoke volumes about their connection.

Miguel continued his sweet assault on Felicia's neck, listening to her soft gasps and moans, until LYLA's sudden appearance jolted Miguel out of his moment with Felicia. He sighed, reluctantly pulling away from her neck, his attention shifting to the unexpected intrusion.

"What?" Miguel asked, a trace of irritation in his voice.

"I thought you wanted updates," LYLA said, crossing her arms with a no-nonsense expression.

Miguel pressed one last tender kiss to Felicia's lips. "Enjoy your show, Hermosa. I'm going to go in the other room if that's alright."

Felicia nodded and stole one last kiss. "You can go to the gallery. Its the third door down the hall." She gestures with her hand. 

With a smile, Miguel briskly made his way to Felicia's gallery. He opened the French doors, stepping into the room that held breathtaking displays of art. The walls were adorned with some of the most stunning paintings, and practically every inch of the room was covered with canvases. Miguel can’t help but shake his head and smile, imagining all of the Black Cat’s escapades. 

“Miguel.” LYLA interrupts his daydreaming to remind him of her presence. 

“Yeah, sorry, what’s going on at HQ?” Miguel asks as he walks to the desk by the window where a box of newspapers had fallen. 

“One thing has been confirmed, It’s all an inside job.” Miguel sighs, bending over to help clean the mess on the floor. “Miss Drew and I interviewed everyone that works in the Gismo production so see if anyone has been smuggling them. So far, we’ve got nothing there. A little over two months ago there were a few outages in the security cams.”

“That must have been when they retrieved enough to give to the Maggia.” Miguel ponders as he places all of the newspapers back into the box. 

LYLA continues to theorize, but Miguel becomes enchanted by the headings of the newspapers. 

FAMOUS PAINTING: THE SWING, MISSING! NEW YORK’S NEW VILLAN, BLACK CAT?

Several security guards reported a woman in a 

black suit and claws stealing the precious art.  

Miguel chuckles to himself as he looks over his shoulder to where the girl in a pink gown on a swing, hung proudly in the center of the wall. Miguel flips through several more newspapers spanning over the years. As he flips through the various years and headlines staring his Felicia, he stops on one in particular that catches his eye. 

SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT FIGHT SCORPION

Has the Black Cat changed her ways? 

“LYLA,” Miguel interrupts the AI’s train of thought. “Does Earth-192 have a Spider-Man?”

Taken back by Miguel’s random question, LYLA stops to go through the data in her codes. “Yes. Night-Spider and Spider-Man AKA Felicia Hardy and Peter Parker.” She informs. “Why do you ask?”

“She never mentioned having a Spider-Man.” His brows furrow. 

“According to my records, Peter Parker of Earth-192 sponsored Felicia throughout her training and interview process.” Wanting to know more, Miguel dives back into the box of newspapers. “Whatcha doing there, boss?” LYLA peaks over Miguel’s shoulder with suspicion.

“Just… looking.” He shrugs. 

“You sure you're allowed to do this? Might be a violation of her trust.” LYLA warns. 

“Holy shit.” He muttered as he finds exactly what he is looking for. 

SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT KISS!

New York’s favorite crime-fighting duo was spotted kissing on the Empire State Building!

SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT: NEW YORK’S FAVORITE COUPLE SAVES THE DAY AGAIN!

Spider-Man and Black Cat take down the sinister six! 

SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT PREGNANCY?

Is she bloated or pregnant? 

SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT ENGAGED?

Black Cat seen with diamond ring! Is it from cat burglar days or a special spider? 

SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT BREAK UP!

Black Cat makes it very clear that it is over!

LYLA and Miguel read each headline in shock. Slowly, Miguel places the stack back into the box, trying to take in the new information. As he takes a step back, Miguel notices a newspaper crumpled on the ground. Hesitantly, he picks it up to read the headline. 

SPIDER-MAN AND NIGHT-SPIDER: NEW YORK’S COUPLE REUNITES WITH A KISS?

After a tragic car crash, the former Black Cat was seen working with Spider-Man and sharing a passionate kiss! 

Refusing to let his scattered mind confuse the situation, Miguel grabs the box, rushing back to Felicia. 

“Felicia,” Miguel calls out, striding down the hall into the living room. 

“Yes, my spide-” Felicia’s smile fades as she recognizes the box he holds. “What are you doing with that?” Her posture straightens to attention. 

Miguel timidly sits on the couch next to Felicia, setting it down between them. “I found this.” 

She sighs, staring at the two Newspapers on the top. “SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT: NEW YORK’S FAVORITE COUPLE SAVES THE DAY AGAIN!” and “SPIDER-MAN AND NIGHT-SPIDER: NEW YORK’S COUPLE REUNITES WITH A KISS?” 

“Mí Vida.” Miguel brights Felicia out of her dark thoughts as his hand touches hers. “You can tell me.” 

“He was the guy that… kissed me that night- the first night I stayed with you.” Felicia could feel her heartache as memories began to flow filling her mind’s eye. 

“He was the asshole that kissed you!” Miguel shouted, his eyes glowing red with fury. 

Felicia nods. “Peter Parker, the man obsessed with the front page of the Daily Bugle.”

“I just don’t get it,” Miguel becomes baffled by the information. “Peter Parkers aren’t exactly known for being egotistical assholes.”

“He wasn’t always… he was my first love.” 

Freshman Year of College…

Black Cat offered a playful smile from her elevated vantage point, perched on the rooftop as she surveyed the treasures of Tiffany & Co. she planned to rob after nightfall.

"Tiffany's? Again?" Spider-Man couldn't help but express his disapproval. "Can't we fight somewhere else tonight?"

Her melodramatic gasp followed, and she placed a hand over her heart as though she'd been wounded. "I thought we were close enough not to judge each other."

Spider-Man moved closer, nimbly walking along the thin rooftop wall. "When are you going to join me on a real mission and help people?"

Black Cat met his gaze, her sultry tone curling into a teasing purr. "Whenever you decide to take me on a date."

Spider-Man chuckled at her response. "That's not fair. You never say yes."

Black Cat shrugged with a devious grin. "You haven't earned it yet, Spider."

Their flirtatious exchange took a more serious turn as Spider-Man whispered into her ear, "I thought I earned it two nights ago, but I guess I was just a booty call."

Before Black Cat could come up with a witty response, Spider-Man suddenly leaped off the building, swinging down to the street below. Concerned and curious, she hastily followed him, only to discover that he had stopped traffic to allow a family of ducks to cross safely.

It was a simple, lighthearted gesture, but it struck a chord with Felicia. She couldn't help but reconsider her goals and her plans for the night, including her intended heist at Tiffany's. Perhaps she did want to explore the Italian restaurant Spider-Man often raved about.

Junior Year of College…

Felicia's heart raced with excitement as she raced up the steps of the campus lecture hall, leaping into his arms. "Pete!”

"My precious girl," Peter replied with a tenderness in his voice. He showered his girlfriend's face with affectionate kisses as his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"I missed you," Felicia pouted, looking up through her lashes at her dashing boyfriend.

Peter couldn't help but chuckle at her infectious energy. "It's been 8 hours!" he teased, his eyes sparkling with affection as he held her close.

"8 hours is a long time to show you this!" Felicia exclaimed, pulling a newspaper out from behind her back. She bit her lip, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Daily Bugle

SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT: NEW YORK’S FAVORITE COUPLE SAVES THE DAY AGAIN!

"We're New York's favorite couple!" Felicia excitedly whispered, her eyes dancing with enthusiasm as she carefully ensured they wouldn't alert other students. "We were all over international news, babe!"

Peter took the newspaper and inspected the featured photo, which captured the thrilling action of Black Cat and Spider-Man's recent battle against Vulture, Shocker, The Lizard, Sand-Man, and Green Goblin.

"Look how much you've grown, baby," he said, his voice filled with pride and love. "I'm so proud of you. I couldn't have done it without the love of my life."

With those heartfelt words, Peter passionately kissed Felicia on the steps wanting everyone to see how much he loved his Felicia.

Later that night…

"Wanna order takeout to celebrate?" Felicia asked as she playfully traced invisible doodles onto Peter's chest.

"Chinese downstairs?" Peter responded with excitement, his eyes lighting up at the idea.

"Mmhmm!" She confirmed as her fingers continued to dance along his skin.

Peter couldn't help but smile, and he gently pulled Felicia in for a sweet, lingering kiss. "I love you so much," he whispered, his words laden with warmth and devotion.

Felicia giggled her laughter like a cascade of soft chimes, and gracefully slipped out of the bed to put on some clothes. "It shouldn't take long. Why don't you set up a movie and get some drinks ready?" she suggested a playful glint in her eyes.

"Sure, baby," Peter agreed, giving Felicia a playful smack on the ass before she left their cozy studio apartment.

As he reached for his sweatpants, his phone chimed with a message, a notification that displayed a name he hadn't seen in a long time. His heart raced as he read the name, his mind racing with questions and emotions. The air in the room seemed to thicken with anticipation, casting a shadow over what had been a tranquil and affectionate moment between him and Felicia.

MJ: Hey, Tiger. It's been quite a while. I caught a glimpse of you and your girlfriend on the news, and you two were nothing short of amazing. I'd love to catch up sometime. Feel free to text me whenever you can. I've missed you <3

Peter: Hey, thanks. I'm just relieved no one got hurt. Missing you too, by the way. How's everything going?

MJ: San Francisco has been chaotic. I can't help but wish I was back home with you. ;)

Peter hesitated, his gaze fixed on his phone, before typing his next message.

Peter: How's your boyfriend?

MJ: I called it quits with him yesterday.

Peter: Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. 

MJ: Don't worry. I'm genuinely happy.

MJ: I just realized that he's nowhere near as spectacular as you, Spider-Man ;)

Peter: Haha... Thanks. You're remarkable yourself too.

MJ: I'll be moving back after college next year. Perhaps we can reconnect?

Peter: Yeah, I'd really like that.

MJ: Can't wait to catch you on the news, Tiger. ;)

Peter's fingers danced over the phone screen as he exchanged messages with MJ. The nostalgia of their conversation filled him with a mix of emotions – a bittersweet blend of longing and fond memories. He couldn't help but smile to himself, lost in the exchange of words that felt like a breath of fresh air from his past.

"Dinner!" Felicia's cheerful voice broke through his daydreams as she walked into their cozy apartment, holding two plastic bags filled with takeout. Her vibrant enthusiasm clashed with the introspective mood that had overtaken Peter. "You didn't set anything up," she remarked, her smile slightly faded, but still optimistic.

Peter quickly wiped the smile from his face, placing his phone down as he returned to the present moment. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled, the weight of his previous conversation still lingering in his mind.

"It's okay, Spider. Everything alright?" Felicia inquired, her concern evident as she placed the bags of food on the small table by the window.

Peter managed to put on a smile, though the warmth that usually danced in his eyes was absent. "Never better." 

Today…

Felicia's gaze was distant as she stared at the black and white print of the newspaper. "After that," she continued, "he became utterly fixated on the limelight. It was like he couldn't get enough of it." Her fingers absently traced patterns on the paper, betraying the weight of those memories. "He'd pose for every picture, he became obsessed with his physique, and took on the most outrageous stunts," she sighed, the words laden with both disgust and disappointment.

The room fell into a contemplative silence for a moment, the distant sounds of the city filtering in through the window. Miguel scooted closer to Felicia, letting her fall into his arms so that he could hold her. Then, she added, her voice lower, "He hooked up with MJ the very day she returned to New York." The words hung in the air, heavy with the knowledge of a romance that had played out in the public eye, and the impact it had on Felicia's relationship with the man in question. “Took me a bit to find out though.” 

2 Weeks after Graduation…

The apartment was immaculate, as Felicia desired to surprise Peter on their special date night. Freshly cut flowers from the rooftop garden adorned the living space, their fragrant aroma mingling with the alluring scent of Felicia's new French perfume, filling the apartment with an ambiance of romance and elegance. She dressed in Peter’s favorite black dress with elegant make-up and sat on the fire escape of their cozy apartment, a hint of anticipation in her demeanor. She occupied herself by meticulously manicuring her nails, her signature black nail polish to match her attire. As the minutes ticked by, Peter's absence stretched to over an hour and a half, causing Felicia to be more engrossed in her nail care routine while the anticipation gradually turned into concern. 

As the clock marked the two-hour milestone and Felicia's attempts at contacting Peter remained fruitless, her growing concern turned into determination. She decided to take matters into her own hands, donning her iconic Black Cat suit. With her agile and graceful movements, she swung out into the vibrant New York night, visiting the locations Peter frequently frequented in the hopes of finding him.

While gliding through the cityscape, the distinct sound of Peter's hearty laughter reached her ears, piercing through the bustling nightlife. Guided by this familiar echo, Felicia zeroed in on an apartment. With her newfound spider-powers, she stealthily crawled along the brick wall. Her cat-like finesse allowed her to peer inside the cluttered room, where she spotted Peter seated on a couch. Tears glistened in his eyes as he burst into laughter, the intensity of his amusement visible through the window. The sight both relieved her and piqued her curiosity, as she wondered what had brought such joy to her often absentminded boyfriend. Adjusting her angle, she finds the source in her blind spot. 

Felicia's heart plummeted and an overwhelming feeling of nausea washed over her as she beheld the scene before her. Watching MJ in her underwear, return to the couch with two glasses of wine, a million thoughts raced through her mind. She knew she couldn't let Peter see how he had just shattered her world.

With a heavy heart and a sense of devastation, Felicia glided back to the apartment, her swift, graceful movements belying the turmoil within. She hastily packed her belongings, leaving no trace of her presence behind. The only place she could run to was the secret penthouse at the Plaza that her father left her. It was dusty as she had mainly used to store her stolen valuable jewelry and artwork. Previously, she was content with the idea of living a humble life with Peter, but life had different plans for her.

After moving everything out of her, now, old apartment, Felicia found herself on her rooftop of the Plaza, finally alone with her thoughts. It was the first time she allowed herself to fully absorb the reality of the situation, the pain of heartbreak weighing heavily on her shoulders.

Painted tears streamed through Felicia’s Black Cat mask, leaving streaks of make-up along her face. In an instant, the Spider-Woman-in-training decided to revert to her previous life, purging herself of any trace of Spider-Man. Her tears blurred her vision as she gazed down the street at the Dolce and Gabbana store. A shift in her demeanor occurred as an idea suddenly sparked in her mind. Before she could put her plan into action, she goes back inside for her old bag of tricks, hidden away in the dusty confines of her home.

Across town, Peter wiped away his tears of laughter before reaching for his phone, which was charging on the table. "Oh, shit!"

"What's wrong, Tiger?" MJ inquired.

"I have a ton of Spider-Man alerts; I gotta run!" Peter replied, quickly grabbing his Spider-Man suit from his bag.

"Hurry back, lover," MJ said with a gleam in her eye as she pressed a kiss to Peter's lips before he pulled the mask down and swung out of the window.

Felicia deftly twirled her vibranium baton in her hand as her eyes locked onto her next target. With a powerful swing, she shattered the glass protecting the precious jewelry. A triumphant scream escaped her lips as the gems and trinkets lay exposed. This was her fifth shop of the night, and in each one, she left his clothes and a deliberate and enigmatic message for New York's beloved Spider-Man. 

Dolce and Gabbana: “CHEATER” 

Tiffany and Co: “TRAITOR”

Gucci: “FUCK YOU”

Chanel: “LIAR”

Versace: “ROT IN HELL, SPIDER-MAN”

Each message bore the distinctive signature of clawmarks and a cat sketch, a calling card only too familiar to the city's web-slinger. As Spider-Man arrived at the first scene, a heavy sense of dread engulfed him. 

"Did Black Cat make this for you, Spider-Man?" a cop inquired, eyeing the bold, black spray-painted words.

Spider-Man hesitated for a moment, his thoughts racing. "Are there more?"

The police officer nodded. "Yeah, several places around the upper east side have been broken into and tagged."

"Fuck!" Spider-Man cursed before swinging away in search of the next location. The night was a relentless cycle of pursuit, revealing message after message until he reached the last one. His frustration and anxiety grew with each discovery.

"FUCK!" he exclaimed once more, his voice filled with exasperation. He finally returned home to find his apartment nearly empty, all his belongings in a messy pile in the middle of the room.

Felicia stood before her floor-to-ceiling window, arms crossed, and gazed at the flashing police lights converging on the designer shops she had systematically destroyed. The ever-growing chaos in the city below, brought her a strange sense of peace. 

After Felicia had run out of tears, she stepped away from the window and set about the task of cleaning the dusty apartment. She hung up her stolen art, unpacked her belongings, and gradually transformed the space into her new home. It was a solemn process of letting go and starting anew, but it needed to happen, even if she’d spend half the night doing so. Once the daunting task was complete, Felicia crawled under the covers of her king-sized bed, tears streamed down her face, and she cried herself to sleep. 

Today…

As Felicia’s head rested on Miguel’s heart, she continued. “For the rest of the summer Peter and I were in an on-and-off relationship.” She cringed to herself. “He would keep trying to convince me that there was nothing between him and MJ. It was a painful cycle where I’d cried every night as I realized that I would never truly have his heart.”

“It’s not your fault, mí vida,” Miguel whispers, caressing her hair soothingly. 

“Looking back, I realize I shouldn't have ignored the glaring red flags. I was a fucking dumbass and kept going back to him. I genuinely believed that the same Peter that would have stopped the world for some ducklings was still buried in there. But now, he's still obsessed with MJ's approval while she's obsessed with the chase. I hope they're happy in their psychotic relationship." She spat out, frustration causing her to throw the newspaper across the room. 

Miguel presses dozens of kisses to Felica’s forehead to soothe her. 

“Thanks, Miggy.” She looks up and smiles at Miguel. She moves around so her legs straddle his lap, a knowing smirk drawing itself on her face. She leans into his lips, whispering, “I consider myself very lucky to have you,” and presses her lips against his, both of them smiling into it. 

“Is that so?” 

“Hmm” 

“And what is it about me that makes you feel lucky?”

Felicia takes a deep breath in before saying, “I love it when you throw me around.” 

Miguel bursts out laughing at the bold statement. “You- you do huh?”

“Don’t you dare make fun of me O’Hara we’re supposed to be having a nice moment!” She slaps his chest to scold him. 

Miguel catches his breath still laughing. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry what- what else, please please continue baby.”

Felicia huffs before continuing. “I like how you’re a good leader. You think about everyone else before you do yourself.” Miguel nods for her to continue.

“And I don’t care what anybody else says, but I like how you have a scary, menacing walk. Where people look at you and are scared to approach you but I for one find it incredibly sexy.” Miguel’s smile fades into a stern expression, his tone changing.

“Who says what now?” 

Oops. “No one! Just rumors, anyways!” Felicia quickly diverts the subject, waving her hand in the air as if to wipe it away from memory.

“I like the way you look at me.” 

“And how do I look at you?”

Felicia smiles to herself about the answer, the heat rushing up to her cheeks. 

“C’mon tell me.” Miguel sits up more on the couch, hands now rubbing at her sides. 

“I like how you look at me like I’m your equal. Like I’m worthy in every way possible. Not someone who needs fixing, or needs to be changed. You look at me like a partner, not an enemy.” 

Miguel slowly nods his head, absorbing all the things that Felicia expressed to him. 

“I’m lucky to have you too sweetheart. You have no idea, how lucky.” Without giving her a chance for her to reply he immediately pulls her head in to kiss her deeply.  She melts into his arms, her heart racing as their kiss deepens. His words echo in her head, I’m lucky to have you. She feels so lucky to be in his arms, feeling safe and loved. She’d never felt such adoration before, not like this, especially with Peter. She wraps her arms around him, wishing for the moment to never end.

Chapter 15

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Hello! I have a genuine Q which should not be taken as an attack, please. I've seen your Miguel x Felicia fic pop up in the tags many times, and I was excited to read it, but I don't get why you call it an xreader fic, since you don't use the second person, and you're using Felicia's character as the selfinsert, but that's just a character x character to me. Nothing about it seems like a selfinsert fic to me. Could you explain why you call it as such? Again, no ill intentions, just curious!

YEAH! No worries! It’s reader inset because we don’t use any terms to describe Felicia. We only use her name and hair color. Otherwise things such as skin color, hair texture, body shape and etc. are not described at all!

#jedi jesi #ask jesi

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Caught in the Cats Web Chapter 13

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy! Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff, Injuries

Word Count: 3.8K

Chapter Summary: Felicia and Miguel hide from assassins on her Earth and embrace a day of normalcy.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

A/N: All art goes to the original artist! Enjoy some calm before the storm.

New York Earth-194

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room as Miguel and Felicia began to stir from their slumber. As they gradually awakened, their eyes met, and a gentle smile passed between them. The soft sheets clung to their bodies, offering a comforting embrace that made it difficult to leave the cozy haven of their bed.

Stretching lazily, Miguel’s hand gently caresses her cheek. He gently pulls her in to exchange a tender kiss, their lips moving in perfect synchrony. 

“Buenos dias, sleepyhead,” Miguel whispered against her lips.

“Good morning, my handsome spider.” Felicia smiles, pulling back to hide her face in the warmth of his chest. 

Feeling Miguel slightly shift to get up, Felicia used whatever strength she had in the early morning to stiffen her hand on his torso, keeping him from moving. Miguel let out a long exasperated sigh and smirked at her antics of trying to keep him close to her.

Miguel untucks his arm from underneath, now wrapping it around her shoulder so he can stroke her arms which lay haphazardly across his torso.

“Are you comfortable, Hermosa?” He asks, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Mmhmm very,” her voice was sleepy. A small smile plays on his lips as he admires the serenity that washes over her face. "I can feel you staring at me," Felicia whispers, her eyes still closed. Sensing her desire, Miguel reaches out and gently takes her hand in his, guiding it to his face. Her fingertips graze his cheek, and she can sense the contours of his features even with her eyes shut.

Savoring the intimate moment, Felicia brings her thumb up to his face, stroking his cheek, tracing the lines and curves that define his face. Slowly, Miguel guides her hand to his mouth, his lips tenderly brushing against each delicate curve and outline that adorns her hand and wrist. 

“My big teddy bear,” she says with a grin, looking into his sparkling eyes. 

Miguel gently pulled her arm to wrap around his neck, careful of her injured torso that followed suit. He then takes his hand to reach under her neck tilting her head up to meet his lips in a deep compassionate kiss. They break apart only for a second before Miguel mutters on her lips, “And you’re the only one who’s ever gonna see me like this.” 

Felicia tucks herself into his chest, pulling the sheets up to cover half of her face. 

“Mmm fine by me. I like this part of you.” Her voice muffled between his pecs. 

“I can’t remember the last time I felt so-“ 

Felicia lifts her head from his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.

“So what?”

“So peaceful.” 

Her expression then shifts to concern, “Miguel-”

“Felicia.”

“When was the last time you had a break?” 

Miguel blinked, eyes darting around the ceiling trying to think of the last time he did have a break, or a day off for that matter. “When was the last time we had a date?”

Felicia frowns, “You still worked that day.” Miguel’s mind searches his memory for a minute, trying to pinpoint another day. “Exactly what I thought. I’m asking LYLA.”

“No do not- why are you calling-”

“Shush” Felicia places a finger on his lips, reaching around to press the button on her watch that rests on the nightstand. 

Suddenly, LYLA’s form appears in the bedroom. “You are decent right?!” she quickly covers her eyes with her hands in fear. 

Felicia rolls her eyes at the AI, “Yes! We are decent otherwise we wouldn't call you.”

“Oh, well ok!” She uncovers her eyes, immediately returning to her bright bubbly spirit. “What do ya need?” she happily beams. 

“LYLA has Miguel ever had a day off or any kind of break from working?”

“HA ya right! No, I’ve never been around to see it. Jess has been harboring him for a long time to take a break from working. But he always comes back to work! And then- and I mean- I mean he always comes back to work with that grumpy I’m gonna kill someone today look on his face it scares a lot of people-”

“Thank you LYLA, as always,” Miguel grumbles out. 

“LYLA please silence all notifications for Miguel unless it’s an emergency,” Felicia smirks, gazing into Miguel’s annoyed eyes.

“My pleasure boss!” She fades off with a wink.

Miguel sits upright, “Boss?! Since when did you become a boss to the AI I created?”

“Well… I am the most talented Spider-person the Spider Society has… plus I’m dating the boss.” She moves to sit up, feeling the sting of her healing wound. Slowly, she repositions herself so she now straddles his waist. “Listen, we need to keep you safe, and I need to heal. I don’t care how long it takes, but that means you are taking a break!” She huffs out. 

Miguel sighs a short “fine”, causing Felicia to let out a small cheer and clap her hands enthusiastically. 

“What do you want to do, handsome? Anything you want!” 

He rubs her legs in thought and says in a low voice, “There are a few things that I’ve been thinking of doing.” He leans forward, his lips hovering over hers, with a giant smirk plastered on his face.

“Not that.” She lightly pecks him on the lips then brings her hand up to stroke his messy hair. 

“You feeling up for a walk?” Miguel inquires, massaging her hips. 

Felicia tilts her head, mentally assessing her wound. “A slow one, maybe. Why?”

“How do you feel about showing me around a bit?”

She arches his brow at her idea, “Show you New York? It’s New York, haven't you seen like a thousand?” 

“Eh.” He shrugs. “I’ve fought in countless New Yorks, but I’ve never… experienced it.”

“Ok then, I’ll show you around.” She says with a soft smile.

“Now can I have my kiss, Hermosa?”

Felicia chuckles and nods, “Yes you may,” placing her lips onto his. He reciprocates hungrily, running a hand up her thigh, and gently squeezing her bottom. After a few moments, they reluctantly untangled themselves from the sheets, their bodies intertwined until the very last moment. 

Miguel helped Felicia stand from the bed before they made their way to the kitchen, hand in hand. “What do you wanna eat this morning, eggs?” Felicia asked as she looked around the fridge, grabbing some cheese and butter, as well as some fresh fruit. 

“Aye! Mí vida!” Miguel scolds, ushering the woman away from the fridge and to the stool on the island. “You are not allowed to cook! Rest.” He says, placing a kiss on her forehead before returning to the refrigerator. 

Felicia's eyes followed Miguel affectionately as he gathered ingredients and set up a fresh pot of coffee. The care and attention he put into each step resonated with her, a stark contrast to the hustle of her life. The last time someone took care of her like this was when her father was alive, more than fifteen years ago. Her body filled with the warmth of nostalgia, remembering the way her father would make her just about anything she wanted for breakfast.

As the eggs sizzled in the pan, the aroma of coffee filled the air, creating a comforting atmosphere in the kitchen. The two of them engaged in playful banter, their laughter intertwining to form a delightful symphony that momentarily drowned out the chaotic noise of the world outside. In those precious moments, the simple act of sharing a meal became a sanctuary, a refuge from the complexities of their superhero lives.

With breakfast now ready, Miguel gracefully carried their plates to the sunlit dining table. Gently, he lifted Felicia, placing her in her seat. Taking his place across from her, their eyes met. They embraced the rare moment, enjoying the peace and normalcy. The sun streaming through the window painted a gentle glow on the scene, making their shared breakfast feel like a timeless moment suspended amid their bustling lives.

“When’s the last time you cut your hair?” Felicia asked, her lips curling in a smile as she a forkfull of eggs into her mouth. 

Miguel stared at his plate, taking a moment to process the question. “Not sure. Why do you ask?” 

“Can I cut it for you sometime?” 

“...Sure? Do you not like my hair or something?” 

Felicia abruptly dropped her fork onto her empty plate and leaned forward, “Are you kidding I love your hair, it’s one of my favorite things about you! I’m just offering to cut it for you when it gets too long for you, that's all. Gives me a chance to play with your hair.”

“Is that so…” Miguel stared at Felicia with a beaming smile. “What else do you like about me chica linda?” He hums.

“Ohh well let’s seeeee.” She sing-songed to tease him.

Felicia smirked, savoring the last bite of her meal before elegantly rising from her chair. She carried her empty plate to the sink. The clink of plates and the sound of running water sounded as Miguel observed her with a teasing smirk, waiting for her to come up with a witty response.

“I like your butt, it’s very firm.” She nods. “Oh, I like your wide shoulders and your facial features, aaanndd-”

“Aaaannnd what else?” He says, rising from her seat and stalking up behind her, pressing his chest against her back, barricading her against the sink. He lowers his head to place small kisses along her neck.

“Aannndd you’re an incredible leader.” 

He immediately pulls away from her neck, body stiff in shock as he looks down at the top of her head, dumbfounded. “There is nothing else that you like about me?”

Felicia dumbly shakes her head, as if she’s lost for words. She turns around to face him, an innocent smile on her face. As soon as she looks up at his face, she immediately breaks character and starts laughing, covering her mouth as she lets out a snort. Miguel stands in front of her, hands on his hips as his face turns red in frustration.

“Awww poor baby, I’m sorry I am.” Felicia settles down her laughing by wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing herself tightly against him. His stance is unwavering, shoulders stuck in place as he ignores her pleading stares. 

After a moment she smirks against his chest, before reaching a hand down to gently run over the bulge in his boxers. “I’m sorry, baby, I’ll say it, I’ll say it.” She reaches up on her tiptoes, pressing kisses on his cheek and neck, before whispering, against his lips, ‘Baby, I love your giant fucking cock.” 

Miguel’s facade breaks down as he shakes his head and leans in for a kiss. He pulls her into him, pressing his hands on the small of her back as he whispers in her ear a sarcastic “Thanks” 

Felicia finally settles down, removing her arms from around his waist, and begins to exit the kitchen, still maintaining eye contact with Miguel as she leaves. “I’m gonna go take a shower before we leave.” She says with a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

Felicia turned the corner and headed towards the bathroom, where Miguel followed closely behind. He knew she could shower by herself, but that protective side of him couldn’t help but worry. The sound of running water filled the bathroom as she stepped into the shower, her body enveloped by the warm drops of water sliding down her body. 

She wipes the droplets of water from her eyes, and she turns to find a very naked Miguel outside of the shower door. “Mind if I join you?” 

“Oh, please do.” She purrs. 

Miguel stepped into the shower, the warmth of the water cascading down his body as he carefully began to remove the bandages that concealed the aftermath of the attack. The shower echoed with the soft hiss of pain as her stab wound met the warmth of the water.

Felicia, resilient yet vulnerable, couldn't stifle the discomfort, and Miguel couldn't help but whisper a series of apologies, each word heavy with remorse. His eyes reflected a mix of concern and guilt as he navigated the delicate process, his touch gentle yet cautious. 

Underneath the gentle spray, they washed away the remnants of sleep, their hands moving languidly over each other's skin. The water cascaded down their bodies, washing away any lingering tension, leaving only a deep intimacy and connection.

As the steam filled the bathroom, their lips met in a tender kiss, their bodies pressed close together. In the shower's embrace, Miguel and Felicia found solace and passion, the water serving as a conduit for their shared desires. Their movements were slow and deliberate, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, a symphony of lust and pleasure, whispering promises to keep each other safe.

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Dressed for the winter weather of New York, Miguel and Felicia strolled hand in hand through the halls of her building until they reached the elegant lobby. The opulent architecture of the lobby captivated Miguel's eyes, and he couldn't help but appreciate the grandeur surrounding them.

"Good morning, Miss Hardy," a uniformed man greeted with a respectful nod.

"Good morning, Tom," Felicia replied, returning the nod.

"Good morning, Miss Hardy," A receptionist, chimed in.

"Good morning, Silvia," Felicia greeted with a friendly smile.

The pattern repeated as they encountered more staff members, surprising Miguel.

"Good morning, Miss Hardy."

"Good morning, Jun."

"Good morning, Miss Hardy."

"Good morning, Zara."

Miguel observed the genuine warmth and respect with which the hotel staff greeted Felicia. It was evident that she held a special place in their hearts, and the atmosphere around her reflected a blend of familiarity and mutual admiration.

“Wow,” Miguel said as they made their way to the large doors. “Do you know everyone that works here?”

“Mmhmm,” She hums with a nod. “I’ve lived here most my life.”

The doormen opened the grand doors, ushering the couple into the bustling chaos of New York City. Miguel's arm instinctively tightened protectively around Felicia as he guided her down the steps to the busy sidewalk. Once they reached the bustling street, Miguel turned to look at Felicia's building.

His eyes widened in recognition. "Holy shit, you live in The Plaza?!"

"Yeah," she replied nonchalantly. "I thought you knew that."

"I was too nervous about our date to study the building," he shrugged. "How many paintings and jewels have you stolen to afford a penthouse in the Plaza?"

Felicia smiled, her gaze shifting upward to the grand architecture of the hotel. "It's my daddy's," she revealed.

Miguel's eyes widened in surprise. Felicia had never mentioned her family before. "Go on," he urged, eager to learn more about her and the world she came from.

Her gaze shifted looking up at the glistening buildings before closing her eyes, allowing the memories to flood back, taking her to a time when life was simpler.

17 Years Ago…

The little white-haired girl sat in the window bed, the soft glow of the adjacent building lights casting a cool ambiance in her room. Moonlight danced on her shimmering hair as she played with the strands, creating a mesmerizing dance of silver.

A distant symphony of sirens echoed through the night, harmonizing with the hum of the city. Each wail was a lullaby, a comforting melody that accompanied her moments of solitude.

Suddenly, a silhouette, as dark as the night itself, swung past her window. The little girl's eyes widened in delight, the anticipation written on her face. In an instant, she abandoned her perch, the cool floor beneath her feet forgotten as she raced down the hall, guided by the echoes of excitement.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed with unbridled joy, as the figure crawled into the window. She threw herself into the waiting arms of her father, giving his neck a big squeeze.

“Felicia, what are you doing up?” Walter Hardy playfully scolded, trying to maintain an air of sternness, but his eyes betrayed the warmth of a father's love. Felicia, however, was undeterred by his attempts at seriousness, focused only on the promise of surprises concealed in the bag he carried.

“What did you bring me?” she persisted, her curiosity and excitement gleaming in her eyes as her small hand reached for the bag.

Walter, her father, continued the charade, his arm playfully evading her grasp. “Ah, ah, ah!” he chided, his tone a mixture of mock severity and amusement. “What makes you think I brought you anything, huh?”

Felicia responded with a mischievous smirk, sensing the playful dance between father and daughter that was about to unfold. "Cause I know you love me," she teased, her words laced with playful confidence.

Walter rolled his eyes as he ran his fingers over the black and white streaks of his hair, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Spoiled, daddy's girl," he said with a chuckle, as he unholstered his weapons. 

Felicia batted her eyes, her legs swinging in anticipation. "So… Do you love me?"

"How could I not?" Walter smiled with the warmth of a father's love as he presented the all-white Coach backpack to the little girl.

Felicia's cheer echoed with delight as she cradled the elegant backpack in her hands. "It's beautiful, thank you, Daddy!" she exclaimed, her joy radiating from her as she leaped into his waiting arms. 

"You better get better grades with that backpack," Walter teased.

Felicia smiled, her affectionate gaze meeting her father's as she pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, the bristles of his salt-and-pepper beard brushing against her lips. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered.

Today…

“You must have been close with your dad,” Miguel says as he ups her back. 

“He was my best friend.” Felicia smiles at the memory as the two stroll down the bustling street. “Granted, I didn’t have any friends growing up.” She shrugs as he leans down, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

The city's vibrant energy surrounded them, as skyscrapers reached towards the heavens and the sounds of honking taxis and chattering pedestrians filled the air. The cool winter breeze swept through the streets, sending a chill through them.

Felicia glanced up at Miguel, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, Mr. Smooth Talker, what’d you wanna do?"

Miguel grinned, playfully squeezing her hand. "Well, my enchanting partner in crime, I thought we just walked? And maybe go somewhere I heard about that I think you have on your Earth.” He looks her up and down with his eyes. “How does that sound?"

"Sounds like the perfect day to me.” Felicia's cheeks were warm, a playful glimmer in her eyes. 

They continued their stroll, the city's rhythm guiding their steps, helping Felicia’s body to acclimate back to normal. They passed street performers, their music filling the air, and colorful vendors selling their creations on the sidewalks. The sights and sounds of New York painted a vibrant backdrop to their conversation. As they turned a corner, a street artist caught Felicia’s attention, creating an intricate mural on a brick wall. She paused, marveling at the artist's skill, her and Miguel’s fingers entwined.

Miguel's gaze lingered on Felicia, his voice filled with admiration. "You like that?”

Felicia still awestruck at the artist’s creation, only nodded her head in reply. Miguel chuckled at her response, before pulling her by the hand to continue down the street. 

“Where are we going?” Felicia stumbled, being dragged by Miguel’s hand through the swarms of people. 

“You’ll see.” he smiles. 

When they approach a corner Miguel quickly spins around to stand directly in front of Felicia, blocking her line sight. 

“Whatcha doin’ Migs?”

“Close your eyes, and don’t open until I tell you.”

“Okayyy,” Felicia reluctantly accepted whatever plan Miguel had conjured up, covering her eyes with both her hands. 

Miguel guided Felicia through the entrance, his hand gently resting on the small of her back. As they stepped inside, a grand atrium unfolded before them, adorned with soaring ceilings and elegant marble columns. The building itself boasted an architectural marvel—an intricate combination of sleek glass panels and steel beams, allowing natural light to cascade into the space and illuminate the artworks within.

Felicia could sense the air of sophistication that permeated the atmosphere. The soft echoes of hushed conversations mingled with the faint melody of classical music playing in the background. The museum was a sanctuary of creativity, a haven for the masterpieces of renowned artists from around the world.

Miguel watched Felicia closely, a smile playing on his lips as he observed her eyes widening behind her closed lids. He knew she had a deep appreciation for art, and he couldn't wait to witness her reaction when they finally reached their destination.

"Okay, open them now," Miguel whispered, his voice filled with anticipation.

Felicia slowly unveiled her eyes, her gaze sweeping across the gallery ahead. She found herself standing in front of a breathtaking painting, its vibrant colors and meticulous brushstrokes capturing her attention. She gasped, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch the invisible emotions that seemed to emanate from the canvas.

"Migs, this... this is incredible," she stammered, her voice betraying her awe. "How did you know I would love this?"

Miguel grinned, his eyes fixed on Felicia's enraptured expression. "I've been paying attention, Felicia. Plus not to mention you used to steal this stuff for a living. But mostly I just wanted to see the look on your face when you see it all in one big place.” 

Felicia steps away from Miguel for a split second, admiring her surroundings and the numerous rooms and hallways that possessed a different treasure. 

He tentatively asked, “Are you happy?”

She quickly whips her head to look at him before saying, “Of course I’m happy, I have the best boyfriend in the world. 

As they continued their journey through the museum, Miguel reveled in each moment, watching Felicia's fascination with the art that adorned the walls. He cherished the way her eyes sparkled, the way her fingers traced the contours of sculptures and the way her laughter resonated within the sacred halls of creativity.

After a few hours, they finished the tour of the museum, before exiting. They resumed their walk, the city providing a backdrop to their playful banter. They shared stories and jokes, even the occasional spider gossip, their voices intertwining like the streets they walked upon.

As they reached Central Park, Miguel pulled Felicia into his arms, spinning her around in a joyful dance. Their laughter echoed through the trees, blending with the sounds of nature.

Miguel looked into Felicia's eyes, a tender smile gracing his lips. “Thank you for today, Hermosa.”

Felicia's eyes sparkled, her voice filled with affection. “You’re welcome Migs, you deserve it.” You make every moment an adventure."

Hand in hand, they continued their exploration of the city, their laughter, and flirty remarks carried on the wind. In that moment, New York City became their playground, a canvas on which their love story unfolded, one flirty remark at a time.

Chapter 14

A/N: I know it's been a week already, but now that Thanksgiving is over we are back to our regularly scheduled fics!

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omg… can i kiss you?

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 12

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Violence, Angst

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: While Miguel is out getting breakfast to surprise Felicia with, intruders attack her in her sleep.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

Nueva York, Earth-928

Desperation and fear filled Felicia’s eyes as she struggled to break free, her heart pounding in her chest. The room felt claustrophobic, and she knew that her life hung in the balance, the weight of an unseen threat end her. Fear surged through her, and she fought to break free, struggling against the assailant who had intruded into her peaceful slumber. In a frantic scramble, Felicia quickly triggered her bracelet, her sleek web-shooters materializing on her wrists. With a swift and practiced motion, she fired webs toward the intruder's masked face. The sudden impact caused the assailant to stagger backward, their grip on her throat loosening.

Gasping for air and still in a state of shock, Felicia was able to scramble away from the attacker. Her heart and mind raced to assess the situation and identify the person. Amid the chaos and fear of her immediate threat, Felicia's acute senses detected the unsettling sounds of other intruders rummaging through the penthouse. As her mind raced to process this disturbing realization, she fought to push it to the back of her thoughts, determined to focus solely on the menacing figure in front of her.

"Target isn't here!" a modulated voice shouted from another room. 

Miguel. Felicia thought. 

The masked assailant in front of her, however, had a different plan. Ignoring the shouted commands, they swiftly produced a gun, firing a series of shots in her direction. “Too late to abort, there's a witness!” 

Thanks to her heightened spider senses and agility, Felicia managed to gracefully dodge the bullets, moving with incredible speed and precision. In the blink of an eye, she used her web-shooters to disarm the assailant, rendering their firearm useless and causing them to backpedal. Despite the chaotic and perilous situation, Felicia's training and superhuman abilities gave her a distinct advantage in defending herself. As Felicia attempted to scream for LYLA, she was suddenly tackled from behind, her attacker intent on silencing her. Swiftly, Felicia adjusted the settings on her web-shooters, and in a desperate move, fired a web behind her head. The electric web surged, stunning the man behind her and providing her with a momentary reprieve.

Gasping for breath, Felicia managed to crawl away from her assailant. She finally found her voice and shouted, "LYLA!" 

The AI, materializes, instantly becoming aware of the dire situation. Upon seeing the struggle that Felicia was engaged in, LYLA acted decisively, setting off the facility's alarm system, hoping to attract attention and secure assistance for Felicia's dire predicament. 

Miguel's walk back to the penthouse was interrupted by the sudden activation of the alarm system. The piercing red lights began to flash, and the wailing sirens filled the air. A shiver raced down his spine as his heightened senses the danger. A surge of worry and determination coursed through him as he realized they were for Felicia. With a sense of urgency, he moved swiftly, to respond to the distress call barreling through the artiumn and hallways.

Amid the chaos and the assailants closing in on Felica, she displayed remarkable agility. Her electric webs crackled to life, immobilizing and stunning each thug who rushed her. It was an impressive display of her combat skills. However, as she grappled with one of her attackers on the loft, another managed to get the drop on her. A knife gleamed in the intruder's hand, and with a swift, malicious strike, they cut through Miguel’s sweater and into her side, causing Felicia to scream in agony, stumbling to her knees. The sudden pain left her momentarily vulnerable. 

The thug behind her repositioned his knife, aiming for a deadly strike towards her heart. Before the knife could pierce her skin, a red electric web collides with the thug, wrapping around their arm and yanking them away, sending them tumbling down the stairs. Relieved by the intervention, Felicia scanned her surroundings to find Miguel, dressed in his distinctive suit, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Their eyes met before he grabbed the man at his feet and stabbed them with his claws, shredding him. The next wave of enemies swarmed out of Miguel's downstairs office, but with the rage in his veins, he swiftly dispatched them one by one. 

Meanwhile, Felicia engaged in a fierce struggle with the last intruder remaining in the loft. The masked, woman's gun fired at Felicia several times but missed as electricity from the web shocked her system. Hastily, Felicia was able jump to her feet to unarm the woman, turning the weapon around to unload the last of the bullets in her chest. Exhausted and in pain, Felicia fell backward, her back pressing against the wall. Her energy was rapidly draining, and the deep slice in her side continued to bleed, staining her sweater with crimson red. 

As Miguel finished with the last of the intruders, he leaps into the loft to Felicia’s body. “Mi Vida.” He whispers, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek while the other lifts the sweater to inspect the wound. “Fuck!” He shouts, as his eyes study the gash in Felicia’s side.

“It’s okay, baby.” She manages to hiss out through the pain as Miguel applies pressure to the wound. “Nothin', I can’t handle.” 

Miguel gently hushed her, his concern evident in his eyes. "Shhh," he said softly. "We need to get you to the ER. Come on." Carefully, Miguel gathered Felicia into his arms and lifted her, but the pain of her injuries caused her to cry out in agony. "I know, I know," he whispered with remorse, fully aware of the distress she was in. 

With a heavy heart, Miguel was determined to get her the medical attention she urgently needed, swinging and sprinting through the hallways of the Spider Society. The passing Spider-People observed the scene with a mixture of shock, confusion, and horror. The sight of their leaders in distress and the aftermath of the attack left a deep impression on their fellow members.

As Miguel rushed into the emergency room, Spider nurses and doctors immediately sprang into action. They swiftly attended to Felicia, placing her on a gurney and wheeling her through the doors, their urgency and expertise focused on providing her with the necessary medical care.

Miguel, filled with worry for Felicia's well-being, attempted to follow them into the ER, but he was intercepted by LYLA and another doctor. They insisted on letting the medical team take care of Felicia, emphasizing the importance of trusting the professionals.

"We'll alert you with any Night-Spider updates, Sir," the Spider-Doctor assured him as LYLA's facial expressions pleaded for him to not create a scene.  

Reluctantly, not wanting to expose his true emotions to his team, Miguel silently turned around and walked out of the emergency room. Under his mask, his teeth gritted together, his fangs puncturing his lips as he battled with the anxiety and frustration of the situation.

LYLA had locked Miguel away in his office to allow him to have his tantrum in private. It was a period of intense emotional turmoil for Miguel, who was grappling with the attack. He didn't want the other Spider-People to read into his emotions, for the Night-Spider, and this time alone was essential for him to process everything that had happened.

Meanwhile, LYLA teamed up with Jessica Drew, Web-Slinger, and other veteran Spider-People to investigate the attack on the penthouse. They meticulously scanned the crime scene and unmasked the deceased intruders, trying to gather as much information as possible to understand the motives and origins of the attackers. All information gathered was sent to Miguel’s comupters for him to decipher in solitude. 

Inside his office, Miguel was in the midst of a chaotic puzzle, trying to piece together the fragments of information. His usually composed demeanor had given way to frustration and confusion as he analyzed the data surrounding him. The various screens full of evidence, and images he had been studying for the past two hours crowded his mind, threatening to push him over the edge. He ran his claws through his hair, feeling as if he were about to lose his composure.

Just as the stress and anxiety seemed too much to bear, LYLA intervened with her characteristic efficiency. Her AI cough cut through the tension, prompting Miguel to turn and face her floating form. Her holographic presence was a calming sight amid the turmoil.

"The doctors are allowing visitors now," LYLA informed Miguel, her voice offering a sense of order and hope in the disarray.

Miguel wasted no time, his determination overriding his earlier frustration. He dashed through LYLA's transparent image, swung through the bustling lobby, and sprinted hospital doors with a singular focus. His heart raced with a mix of worry and urgency as he rushed through the entrance of the ER.

The hospital corridor buzzed with activity as medical staff hurried to attend to their patients. The nurse at the desk offered a friendly greeting to her boss, albeit with a noticeable jump in her demeanor when she realized who stood before her.

"Oh, good morning, Sir!" The nurse stammered, taken aback by Miguel's imposing presence. She quickly composed herself, a touch of nervousness still lingering in her voice. "What can I do for you today?"

Miguel's focus was unwavering as he leaned closer. "Where's Night-Spider?" His deep voice rumbled through the hospital's commotion, demanding an immediate answer.

In response, the nurse turned her attention to the chart hanging on the wall behind her, searching for the alias that matched the room number she needed. She hurriedly scanned the list of patients, her fingers moving with urgency as she found the information she sought. “Room D23-” However, before she could lift her gaze from the chart, Miguel was already making his way down the bustling hallway. His determination was palpable as he took long strides, leaving the nurse.

The sliding doors to Felicia's hospital room parted with a soft hiss, allowing Miguel to finally lay eyes on Felicia. The relief that washed over him was almost overwhelming, realizing that she was safe and sound in her hospital bed.

Quietly, Miguel tiptoed closer to Felicia's sleeping form, his footsteps light as if he feared disturbing her. He moved an armchair from the corner of the room, positioning it next to her bedside. Sitting down, he was now level with her, allowing him to be closer to her. Gently, he placed his hand on her cheek, his touch soft and tender as he caressed her skin. It was a reassuring gesture, a reminder to himself that she was okay. The warmth of her skin beneath his touch provided him with a sense of comfort, despite the tubes and medical devices scattered around her body. 

After a few minutes, Felicia’s eyes slowly blink open. "Mí corazon," Miguel sighed with heartfelt emotions as he looked into her eyes. He couldn't hide the guilt that weighed on him. "I'm so sorry."

Felicia shook her head gently as she met Miguel's gaze, their hands now intwined as she reached for his free one. "It's not your fault, Mig," she reassured him.

"How's your-" Miguel began, concern etched on his face, but Felicia cut him off.

"I'll have a tiny scar by next week," she assured him with her signature smirk. "Cats have nine lives, you know." Her playfulness and confidence lifted Miguel's spirits. 

Miguel reached out to brush a stray silver hair out of Felicia's face, his fingers gentle against her skin. Unable to resist, he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was passionate, filled with the worry that had been haunting Miguel, and the immense relief that flooded over him as Felicia reassured him that she was alive. 

He slowly backed away, gazing into her sparkling eyes. The two stayed like this for a while, basking in each other’s presence, grateful for the other to be okay. 

Miguel cleared his throat, breaking the silence of their momentary peace. "I know you probably don't want to talk about it right now," he began, his voice carrying a note of caution.

"They were hunting you," Felicia cut him off abruptly, her eyes filled with urgency.

Miguel's brows furrowed in confusion as he processed her words. "What?" he asked, his tone marked by surprise.

"While they attacked me," Felicia continued, her voice trembling with the memory, "they said 'Target isn't here' and that they had to kill me because I was a witness."

Miguel's brow furrowed deeper as his previous theories unraveled before him. "They were from Earth-1048, the Maggia," he recalled, "the mafia family we stole the mask from. Why would they just want me?"

Felicia added another layer to the mystery, her voice laced with concern. "And why would so many of them jump all the way here to kill you instead of going for the Vault?"

The questions hang in the air, shrouding the room in uncertainty and tension as they grappled with the enigma surrounding the attack. Felicia squeezed Miguel’s hand, pulling him out of his thought before he could be consumed. 

"Someone here wants you dead," Felicia stated, her voice edged with concern. "Are there any Spider-People you've pissed off?"

Miguel rolled his eyes. "I piss people off every day, Hermosa, you know that," he replied.

Her eyes locked onto Miguel's. "Well, this is 100% an inside job."

Miguel sighed, his shoulders slumping under the weight of the situation. "We can't stay here. If they're going to hunt me down, we've got to run."

Felicia tilted her head to the side, considering the options. "Where?"

Timidly, Miguel proposed, "Maybe... we can hide on your Earth, at your place."

A sly grin formed on Felicia's lips. "You asking to move in with me, Spider? That’s a pretty big step." She teases.

Miguel huffed, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Just temporarily."

"Alright, then," Felicia said, her voice laced with determination. "You better go pack your stuff and let LYLA know."

Miguel nodded, his gaze locked onto Felicia as he stood from his chair. He leaned down to press a soft but meaningful kiss to her lips. "As soon as I've got everything, I'll come get you, okay?"

Felicia nodded in agreement. She tugged at Miguel's hand, urging him to kiss her again, her desire and urgency manifesting in the passionate and desperate nature of their second kiss. Their lips met with an intensity born of the perilous situation, conveying their feelings and the need to keep each other safe.

After a few kisses that left both of them breathless, Miguel reluctantly pulled away. He gave Felicia a final longing look before he left the room to start packing his things.

As soon as Miguel departed, the nurses returned to check on Felicia. They were efficient in their duties, changing her bandages with gentle care and monitoring her vitals. A subtle knock at the door broke through the sounds of rthimic beeping and nurses conversing. 

"Come on!" Felicia shouted with a bright smile. The doors to her hospital room slid open, and she couldn't help but grin as she saw Web-Slinger's familiar figure. "Hey there, cowboy."

Web-Slinger removes his hat with his free hand holding it to his chest in respect. His other hand held a bouquet of flowers and placed them on the bedside table. "Hey, darlin'," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "How are you feeling?"

The nurses finished their tasks and quietly shuffled out of the room, leaving the two of them in a private moment. Felicia shrugged, her eyes never leaving Patrick as she watched him take a seat in the armchair beside her. "Could be better."

Patrick's gloved hand lowered his mask, revealing his expressive eyes that met Felicia's gaze. "How could something so awful happen to such a beautiful thing?" His words were filled with tenderness.

Felicia smirks, “[inset flirty comeback]

"I've been so worried about you," Patrick admitted timidly, his eyes betraying the traces of anxiety and concern that had weighed on him during Felicia's battle. He offered her a genuine, heartfelt reassurance. "Those assholes will be brought to justice, I promise."

Felicia responded with a soft, appreciative smile as she placed her hand atop Patrick's, grateful for his concern. "Thanks, cowboy," she murmured, her voice laced with warmth.

Curiosity soon got the best of Patrick, and he couldn't help but ask the question that had been lingering in his mind. "What were you doin' in O'Hara's penthouse, anyhow?"

Felicia's expression shifted, her previous ease giving way to a subtle discomfort as she wrestled with her response. "Oh, well," she began, searching for an answer that wouldn't expose her true intentions. "I just wanted to ask his permission for an upgrade in my suit and about a mission. Him being the boss and all," she chuckled, offering her explanation with a touch of humor.

Patrick, however, didn't seem fully convinced, his brow furrowing as he pressed further. "Why didn't you just ask LYLA?"

Felicia's mind raced, trying to maintain the facade of her story. "We'd just returned from a mission, and I figured it was a good time to catch him," she explained, attempting to justify her actions. Yet, even as she spoke, she could sense that Patrick's doubts remained, casting a subtle shadow over the situation. Although, before he could ask another question, he was cut off. 

“What’s going on here?” Miguel's commanding presence filled the room as he strode in through the doorway, a potent mixture of concern and authority radiating from him. It was clear that he was in his element, firmly in control of the situation.

Patrick, caught off guard by Miguel's arrival, swiftly pulled his mask over his face and adjusted his hat back onto his head. While doing so, he yanked his hand away from Felicia’s and stood from the chair, his demeanor switching to one of respect, and acknowledged Miguel with a nod. "Sir," he greeted with a level of deference. "Was just checking in on the miss, that's all," he explained, gesturing towards Felicia.

Miguel's gaze sharpened as he responded, his tone carrying an unmistakable note of skepticism. "Uh-huh, and when's the last time you checked in with LYLA about the investigation? Now that I think about it, you should be with her and Jess right now." The words hung in the air, their implications evident. Patrick seemed poised to offer a rebuttal but was interrupted by Miguel's stern assertion. "Don't tell me I have to repeat myself, slinger."

“My apologies, Sir, I wanted to check on Night-Spider. I’ll take my leave now.” With a final nod to Felicia, he made a hasty exit from the hospital room. Once he was out of sight, Miguel set down their bags at the foot of the bed, his attention returning to Felicia.

As Miguel looked at her, he found her expression a mixture of emotions. Her gaze seemed to silently communicate the words "Really, Miguel?" to him, her eyes conveying her disapproval at his handling of the situation.

“What?” Miguel said in a nonchalant demeanor. 

Her eyes sparkled with amusement “Was it really necessary to scare him off like that, Migs?”

His smug grin widened as he sidled over to sit on the edge of her bed, “Like what?” He plays dumb.

“Oh geez I don’t know, like scaring the shit out of him maybe?” Felicia asks sarcastically, giving him a playful glare.

“Ohhh you mean just now? Ya I did do that.” Miguel playfully teased her by leaning in close. Hovering his lips provocatively above hers, he whispered huskily, "But I thought you liked it when I'm all... oh, what did you call it? Dominant." He punctuated his words with a tantalizing kiss on the corner of her mouth before drawing back slightly. Miguel couldn't help but notice the shift in Felicia's expression, from a playful scold to a bashful smile. 

“So what’d you bring me lover? Why do I get a bag?” She nods her head toward the end of the bed, where the filled leather bags rest on the ottoman, changing the subject. 

“I brought you a change of clothes. As much as I adore staring at your ass I’m not really a fan of everyone else having the same luxury.” He nods to the hospital gown that Felicia’s currently wearing. He quickly adds with a cheeky smile, “Not to mention the easy access.” And winks as he pulls a bundle of clothes out for her to chang into, placing a pile of clothes on the sheets between them.

Felicia’s brows lift up in surprise before softly giggling at his remark. “Then I guess I better start changing before my horny boyfriend decides to take me on the hospital floor.” Felicia smile fades, clutching onto her change of clothes, not realizing she had just verbally labeled Miguel as her boyfriend for the first time.

“Boyfriend, huh?” Miguel smirks, reaching up to tuck a fly-away strand of hair from Felicia’s face behind her ear, before resting his hand on her cheek. “Sounds so juvenile… girlfriend.” He winks at her, rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb. 

The thrill of Miguel's words, calling her his girlfriend, sent a surge of giddiness through Felicia's heart. It was a feeling reminiscent of young teenage love, and in that moment, she couldn't help but heat creep onto her cheeks and feel a flutter of excitement in her chest. 

“Come on, lets get you changed.” Miguel insists, unfolding her clothes. 

Miguel's gentle touch and careful hands eased Felicia's discomfort as he helped her change out of the hospital gown. With meticulous care, he slid the clothes onto her injured body, making sure not to disturb the bandages or cause her any unnecessary pain. The two shared a quiet, intimate moment as she watches him change her with such care and adoration.

With Miguel's support, Felicia stood from the hospital bed, and he assured her that they had all the necessary supplies to take care of her at home. As they prepared to leave, Miguel triggered the portal, creating the hexagonal rings that would transport them back to her Earth. With Felicia in his arm, Miguel confidently stepped into the portal.

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Caught In the Cat's Web Chapter 6

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

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Warnings: Violence, Fluff, Smutty, she/her pronouns

Word Count: 5k+

Summary: Felicia and Miguel go undercover at the Mafia's gala to retrieve the Green Goblin's mask.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

A/N: THIS IS MY FAVORITE CHAPTER SO FAR!

Nueva York, Earth-838

Felicia woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache. The dull pain throbbed behind her eyes as she blinked and tried to regain her bearings. 

"Good morning, sleepy head," a voice, soft yet unexpected, startled the poor woman. Felicia's eyes darted toward the source, and there stood LYLA with a mischievous smirk on her digital face.

"Fuck! How long have you been here?" Felicia asked, her heartbeat still racing from the sudden surprise.

"Miguel asked me to watch over you. Your vitals are great, no concussion, thankfully. You're just gonna be sore." Lyla's figure flickered as she glitched around Felicia, her artificial eyes inspecting her wounds with a concerned gaze.

“O-Oh.” Felicia looked around the room, remembering how the night ended yesterday. “Is Miguel here?” 

“On his way back, actually. Want me to alert him?”

Felicia shook her head, her hand instinctively moving to her temple, massaging the throbbing headache that seemed to intensify with each movement. She winced, trying to fight off the persistent discomfort before speaking. "No, no, that's alright," she murmured. "I should sneak out." 

“Sneak out?” Miguel questioned as he opened the door. “That's not very polite.” 

“You eavesdrop, now?” 

Miguel rolls his eyes, “Super hearing plus thin walls makes it easy to hear your loud ass voice.” He says as he strides over to the side of the bed. “Here.” He says’ holding out a cup for Felicia. 

“What's this?” She hesitantly takes the drink. 

“You always get an iced latte with oat milk” He shrugs.

“What did you do to it?” She asks, taking off the lid and giving it a sniff. 

“Be grateful, you brat.” Miguel crosses his arms. Felicia smirks at the remark, she slowly takes a careful sip, humming at how the flavor runs down her throat. Miguel sits on the bed next, facing Felicia. “May I?” He gestures to the bandages. 

Felicia nods, watching Miguel as he slowly and meticulously removes her bandages. He reaches to the bedside table where he left an extra towel from last night, using it to wipe the leftover healing gel from Felicia’s skin. 

“How’s it looking, doc?” 

“No more gashes, just faint scratches your makeup can easily cover,” Miguel says as his thumb slowly runs over each faint cut. 

“My hero.” Felica purrs teasingly but stops in her tracks as Miguel’s thumb runs along the cut below her bottom lip. 

Felicia’s trance is broken as Miguel stands from the bed. “LYLA’s making the final adjustments on your suit to make it withstand more power, so it should be ready before we go to work today.” He says as he walks out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, Felicia following. 

“Well in that case I can’t wait. Not to say that this very oversized t-shirt and boxer shorts aren’t the look.” She teases.

Miguel looks at her with a dark look on his face, a slight smile forms from her witty response as he walks down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Felicia sits down at the kitchen counter on the barstool, Miguel across from her leaning over the counter so he stands at her level. Her body language changes drastically from sass to insecurity, her hands tentatively holding onto her coffee cup.

She decides to be the first one to talk. “Look um- about last night-”

“Felicia…” Miguel cuts her off. His hands on the counter slowly move closer to hers the more they speak. “I know I don’t seem like the most approachable in these kinds of things, but um- you can always come to me. I don't want you to feel like you can't call for backup or that you're alone.” 

Felicia nods to him in gratitude. She had never noticed it before, the way his eyes looked right now. Who would’ve thought that the always cold, warning glare could become so soft, so fast? They got so caught up just staring at each other that they almost didn’t hear LYLA greet them.

“Ahem!” LYLA clears her throat. “Are you two going to stare at each other like lost puppies still or can I finally say my piece?” 

“What is it LYLA?” Miguel asks begrudgingly.

“We just got an alert from the vault. There was a pretty nasty fight with the an unidentified subject last night. Looks like they stole the Green goblins mask from the vault and left the universe, Miguel.” 

Miguel now stands up straight, face etched with concern about the high price of tech being stolen, especially in the wrong hands. “Were you able to track them down? Get a precise location?” 

“Was I able to track them down, of course I was! Why else would I be here?” She asks mockingly. “It looks like there’s going to be an auction tonight in Earth- 1048 at 9. If my calcs are correct they’ll try to sell that thing for cuckoo bucks to the local gangs and VIPs such as Hammerhead and Kingpin.”

“Okay so we go in stealthy, get the mask, get out. Simple Tuesday afternoon.”

“Sorry Mig, but not so easy this time.” 

“Great.” He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. ”Why’s that Lyla?”  

“Not only is it an auction, but looks like there's going to be their annual gala beforehand. And unfortunately, the place is well locked up and guarded with all the VIP, so you’re gonna have to go to the gala, Miguel.” LYLA says with a smirk. 

“Alright then undercover it is. Alert Jessica to get ready.” 

“She's taking the weekend off with her fiance, remember?” 

Miguel frowns. “I can just do it alone then.” LYLA shakes her head no. Miguel lets out a heavy sigh as LYLA glitches to Felicia, making large gestures to her. 

“Don’t worry big boy you had me at valuable. I’d love to come with and browse.” Felicia rises from her chair, scantily walking over to where Miguel and LYLA stand. 

“No. I don't think so.” Miguel scoffs. 

Felicia rolls her eyes, “You remember I used to do this like every weekend for fun, right? If anything I’m more qualified than you.” 

Miguel hates how right she is. “Felicia, are you sure you’re even feeling up to this?” He questions her.

Felicia nods. “I miss this stuff, plus I could use a distraction anyway.” 

Taking a moment to pace the kitchen, Miguel hesitantly agrees. “Alright then. We’ll meet in the conference room later, form a plan, and get dressed for the part.”

LYLA starts jumping excitedly, “Oooohhhh I can’t wait to start working on your aliases!” 

After Felicia puts on some more presentable clothes, she and Miguel call a meeting in the conference room to inform Miguel’s group of highly-ranked Spider-People. Miguel and Felicia stand at the front of the room, watching as decorated members swing in, filling up the room. 

Miguel clears his throat before grabbing the attention of the Spider-People. “We summoned you here today because there was a break-in at the Vault late last night.” A series of whispers ensues as Spider-People panic, trying to understand what's going on. “Enough!” Miguel bangs his fist on the table to bring the commotion to a standstill. “When Jessica Drew gets back from her leave, the two of us and LYLA will conduct an investigation. For now, the Vault tower is off limits, understand?” Heads nod in response to Miguel’s demands. 

LYLA appears in the middle of the table to take over. “Tonight is a Gala for some of the largest crime families and VIPs. That's where the wings are. All of you are to be on stand-by while Miguel and Felicia infiltrate-”

“Felicia? Felicia Hardy?” A Spider-Man stands up, scoffing. “Come on! We all know the infamous Black Cat, if you wanna launch an investigation, start with her.” Felicia feels her blood boil, trying her best to contain herself. “She's probably using us all to get her dirty paws all over the Vault.”

“Don’t you accuse me! I’m innocent!” Felicia leans over the long table, pointing her finger at the smug spider. 

“Why don’t you just settle down there, son, and let them speak, alright?” Web-Slinger speaks up, trying to get the heat off of Felicia. 

The Spider-man rolls his eyes, “Yeah? Where’s your suit? You ditch it after the security cameras saw you in it? Wearing that trashbag isn't gonna make you innocent.” He gestures to the large black hoodie Miguel gave Felicia. 

“Felicia Hardy has nothing to do with this!” Miguel snaps, his booming voice startling the crowd of heroes. “You have no right to know the details of her whereabouts last night, I personally, oversaw her mission and her locations. If I hear someone accuse the Night Spider or judge her based on her variants, we will be having a one-on-one talk, understood?.” The heads of each Spider-Person in the room nod, feeling the intensity of Miguel’s statement. Felicia on the other hand, stood there in surprise, studying the stern look on Miguel’s face. “Felicia and I will be heading out tonight. LYLA, fill them in on the rest, we're done.” Miguel grabs Felicia by the hand, dragging her out of the meeting. 

“Miguel?” Felicia tries to gain the hysteric man’s attention as he storms down the hall, with her in hand. 

Once the two enter the elevator, Miguel turns to Felicia with regretful eyes. “I’m sorry that Spider-Man accused you.” 

Felicia shrugs. “I've been accused of a lot worse. Are you alright, though?” 

Miguel nods. “Yeah, it's just that… I know you've been through a lot within the past 12 hours and I really didn't want to make things worse. You didn’t deserve that.” 

The elevator doors ding open, prompting the two to walk out and down the hall to Miguel’s Penthouse. “Is it alright if I shower? Maybe get some makeup for these cuts?”

“Of course, mí casa es tú casa.” Miguel nods. “I’ll have LYLA deliver your outfit and supplies to your room for when you're done.  

LYLA had completed all the planning for the heist, the only left to be done was dressing the part. Out of everything, getting dressed was apparently, the most difficult part for Miguel.  

“Just flip this piece over there and then this moves under here. And then tha- Miguel, no! Now you have to start over!” LYLA yells frustratingly at Miguel trying to help him tie his tie to his suit.

“LYLA it’s been a while for me just calm down for a second! I can’t concentrate on all this yelling!” Miguel fires back at her. 

“What’s with all the commotion out here?” Felicia’s voice comes from the hallway. 

It isn’t until she steps out from under the shadows that her full profile is on display, and it’s one that Miguel knows he will never forget. She wore a tight black dress that hugged her curves perfectly with two leg slits that showed off her legs. Her face was made up with smoky eyes and light makeup to cover the bruises and cuts. While her platinum hair was let down resting over her shoulder and perfectly framing her face. When Miguel saw her, he felt his heart skip a beat and neither he nor LYLA could peel their eyes off of her as she sauntered to them. 

“Is that what you call a tie?” She gestures with a giggle to the monstrosity of a knot that gathers around Miguel’s neck. “I’ll help you. Stand still.” Felicia rocked onto her tip-toes to fix Miguel’s tie for him, his eyes never once looking away. Once she was finished she patted it successfully, cheering “All done! Oh by the way I thought these might help with the whole disguise, Mr. Kent.” She says handing him a pair of simple black-rimmed glasses.

“Thank you,” Miguel mumbled to her quietly,  still half flustered with her face being so close to his. 

“Mhm. Are we ready to go?” Felicia asks cheerfully, impatient to take her mind off of the chaos from this past week. 

“Yes, mhmm all ready.” Miguel stutters out. He opens up the portal quickly. Before stepping through after Felicia goes first LYLA sends him off with a not-so-subtle wink and points to Felicia’s outfit. Miguel lowers his head in an attempt to hide his smirk, not wanting Felicia to catch on. 

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New York, Earth-1048

The portal opened up in a dimly lit alley just outside the grand building. The echoes of lively music and joyous laughter reached Felicia and Miguel's ears, promising an evening of revelry and luxury inside.

"Madam," Miguel said with a chivalrous flourish, holding his arm out for Felicia to take. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous twinkle, knowing that their mission demanded a bit of theatrics.

"Why, thank you, sir," Felicia purred with a playful smile, slipping her arm through his. Together, they stepped out of the shadows and into the opulent world beyond, bathed in the radiant glow of the gala's lights.

As they entered, the grandeur of the interior overwhelmed them. The intricate marble architecture reached up to the heavens, seemingly daring the stars themselves to shine brighter. Towers of crystal-clear champagne glasses sparkled like liquid diamonds, and candle-lit chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, enchanting glow over the opulent guests.

The scene before them was a living tableau of wealth and elegance. They couldn’t help but take a moment to admire the intricate marble architecture, towers of champagne, and candle-lit chandeliers. Guests adorned in gowns and tuxedos, with jewels that gleamed like captured stardust, mingled and danced. Each conversation, a whispered secret in the language of the elite. Each step, a waltz through a world of privilege.

Felicia and Miguel stood for a moment, awestruck by the sheer opulence around them. They had infiltrated the heart of affluence, a world of wealth and excess that seemed worlds away from their usual reality. With determination in their hearts and masks of sophistication in place, they prepared to navigate this glittering labyrinth, where secrets and intrigue hid beneath a facade of glamour.

Felicia wanted nothing more than to forget about the green goblin’s helmet and mingle with the mafia wives wearing the biggest stones she’d seen for wedding rings. Instead, she cursed to herself, trying to comprehend why doing the “right thing” was more important. 

“Down, Gatita,” Miguel muttered to Felicia, bumping her side with his elbow to take her out of her trance. “I see you eye-fucking those stones.” Felicia sighed, forcing herself to look away, despite them practically screaming her name. 

The two strut through the gala, offering a series of fake smiles to passing guests. As the waiter waltzs by with a tray of tall champagne glasses, Felicia snags two for her and Miguel, helping them pass as the average party-goer. 

The music from the jazz band stops as the announcer takes the stage. “Thank you, everyone, for attending, the auction will start in twenty minutes.” He informs the crowd before the band continues once again. 

“Come on,” Felicia says, leading Miguel to one of the marble columns at the edge of the crowded grand hall. 

“What are we doing here?” He asks. 

“Scoping out the situation.” She says, taking a sip of her champagne. “What do you see?”

Miguel studies the crowd for a moment as Felicia leans against the column carelessly. “A bunch of rich fucks.” He shrugs. 

Felicia shakes her head in disappointment, swallowing what's left of the champagne in her mouth. “How are you the leader of the Spider Society?” She whispers. “I had a feeling this was your first time, though. Come here.” She wiggles her finger in a come-hither motion, prompting the gigantic man to bend down. Felicia fixes Miguel’s hair, running her fingers through it before subtly pressing a button on the temple tips of the black glasses. Suddenly, Miguel’s world is illuminated with information as the locations of cameras, guards, guns, and the layout of the room are on full display. 

“Holy shit,” Miguel mumbles, blinking his eyes as they adjust to the new scenery. “Do you have a pair?”

Felicia shakes her head as she studies the crowd. “In my goggles, but after a while you start noticing this stuff without them.” She states. “You know the drill.” 

The two wait for the twenty minutes to pass, studying their environment and listening to the band. “Wanna dance?” Felicia nods to the group of couples in front of the stage slow dancing. 

Miguel scolds Felicia. “No.”

“You're no fun.” She huffs, crossing her arms and taking another drink from the waiter passing by. 

The song finishes, leaving Felicia as bored as ever until a sultry melody fills the air of the dazzling ballroom. The soft strains of Feeling Good by Nina Simone reverberated through the space, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. As if drawn by an invisible force, Felicia hands Miguel her glass before finding herself stepping onto the dance floor, her body moving instinctively to the rhythm. As she swayed and twirled, her movements exuded a sensuality that seemed to captivate those around her. A sultry smile graced her lips as she explored her own body with gentle caresses, lost in the music and the euphoria it brought. Amongst the crowd, Miguel leaned casually against a column, his gaze fixed solely on Felicia.

Just as Felicia was caught up in her own world, a stranger from the audience approached her. With confident steps, he joined her on the dance floor, their bodies intertwining like a passionate tango. Though initially intrigued, Miguel's smile gradually faded into a look of discomfort as he watched the other man touch Felicia during their waltz. Miguel still admires the way she is dancing, but a small part of him wishes that he was the one she was dancing with. 

As the song reached its crescendo, the final notes hung in the air before fading away, leaving behind a silence in the crowd. Breaking free from the embrace of the stranger, Felicia graciously thanked him for the dance as he kissed the back of her hand. With a glimmering smile, Felicia made her way back to Miguel's side. Her eyes still sparkling from the excitement, as it had been so long since she had gone to a gala or danced.  

Once the announcer takes the stage, Felicia finishes her glass, trading with Miguel for his full glass and walking off. Miguel walks in the opposite direction to the champagne tower located adjacent to the stage. He places the empty drink down, before focusing on Felicia’s location, highlighted in his new glasses. Through the crowd, he watches as she places thumb-tac-sized devices around the room. 

After a few minutes, Felicia gives Miguel the signal, as she finishes, prompting him to slowly move towards the room behind the stage where the valuables were kept. 

“For our third item of the night, we have Green Goblin’s mask. It's said to have information and recordings of Spiderman, and other super-powered individuals.” The audience oos and aws over the mask, intrigued by all that it holds. “We will be starting the bidding at 3.5 million.” Paddles begin to rise rapidly as the attendees excitedly bid for the one-of-a-kind piece. After a few minutes of bidding, the clack of the gavel on wood echoes through the hall. “Sold for 15.7 million dollars!” 

Miguel tried his best to hide his disgust, but it became difficult as the room of greedy idiots cheered. Finally, a staff member carefully whisks the mask away to the back, prompting Felicia to set off her EMPs and disrupters. Like an earthquake, the building rumbles, creating a series of cracks through the marble infrastructure. Panic radiates through party-goers as Felicia chugs the rest of her drink before blending in with the mayhem. 

While chaos ensues, Miguel slips into the back but is immediately met with six large men, guarding the jewels and valuables of the auction. Not wanting the word to get out of a Spider-man, Miguel doesn't transform into his suit, instead, he cocks his arms, taking a swing at the first man. The others pull out their weapons but are too late as Miguel throws a smoke bomb into the middle, disorienting the men, and hindering their vision. Not wanting to accidentally shoot each other, they don't fire their weapons. However, this gives Miguel the advantage as he solely relies on his spider-sense to locate each man. It doesn't take more than two minutes for Miguel to sneak up on each guard, choking them out, stabbing them with his claws, using their weapon against them, or using his poisonous bite. 

As the smoke clears, the only life left in the room is Miguel. Unfortunately, his suit jacket had been ripped during his maneuvering, forcing him to leave it behind in order to not be suspected of the crime. Hastily, he grabs the Green Goblin mask from its podium, before dashing out of the side doors. 

As Miguel emerges, he finds Felicia waiting for him along with a pile of bloody bodies at her heels. “Finally!” She groans. With the mask in hand, the two sprint to the elevators at the end of the hall. “What took you so damn long?” 

“Long?” Miguel questions, baffled by her question. “There were six guards, I took them out quickly!” 

“I still don't understand why you were so adamant about being the one to get the mask. I could have done all of it without you in half the time!” 

“Take this.” Miguel ignores Felicia, handing her the mask. 

“What why?” 

“I don't have anywhere to hide it, I trust you more with it.”  

Miguel rolls the sleeves of his white button up to his forearms as Felicia presses the elevator button. Once the golden doors open, the two quickly rush inside, pressing the rooftop button, 70 floors up. As soon as the doors shut, they let out the heavy breaths they seemed to be holding, getting a hold of their bearing now that they were in the clear. 

“Well I guess that could’ve gone worse”, Miguel says. 

“Right, yeah, definitely.” Felcica breathes out, resting her elbow on the bar, and leaning back to calm down.

Miguel leans on the elevator wall adjacent to her. “You still have the mask, right?” He asks, paranoid. 

Felicia rolls her eyes in disgust, raising it as proof. “Do you have no faith in me? Of course! You think I would be able to lose something this valuable?” She fires back with a smirk. 

The elevator begins to slow down, signifying the next floor is approaching, only it isn't their floor. Simultaneously, a chill goes down Felicia and Miguel’s spine as their senses tingle, prompting their heads to whip around, looking at each other. 

“Feel that?” Miguel asks. 

“I feel it.” Felicia nods as Miguel searches the elevator for any kind of assistance. 

“We need a distra-” Miguels stops in thought, and moves closer to where Felicia stands in the corner of the elevator, his body now completely covering her and the mask she holds. “Kiss me” He rushes as the elevator dings, signalling the new floor. 

Without hesitation, Felicia’s free hand wrapped around Miguel’s tie, tugging his head down to hers. Their lips press together, trapping them in a fiery kiss. The handful of henchmen who entered the elevator, averted their eyes from the passionate scene, far too uncomfortable to watch. Miguel’s hands firmly wrapped around her waist, while one of Felicia’s hands secretly held the mask against his chest. Her free hand, tugged his hair, pulling a low moan from his throat. 

Eleven floors later, the elevator slowed the pace again to let the group practically run out to leave the two alone again. Miguel and Felicia are barely aware of their absence as their lips mod together, tongues fighting for dominance. Her hand moves around his neck and hairline, occasionally grabbing a lock of his hair, making him groan again, addicted to the sound. Meanwhile, his hands were sliding everywhere desperately exploring Felicia’s body. His strong, calloused hands ran along her waist and up to the pit of her back, where he could feel her strapless bra through her thin dress. Without warning, Miguel scoops her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist for support. He pins her against the wall of the elevator, their bodies pressed together as they continue to kiss and pant heavily. Miguel separates only long enough to start pressing hot, wet kisses down the side of her neck. Felicia panting heavily above him, the feeling of his fangs teasing her neck, driving her wild. His head moves back up to kiss her on her jaw, her chin, and then her lips. Before their lips could reunite the elevator bell dings, announcing they’re arrival on the roof. 

The bell snaps the two out of their trance, both baffled by the moment. Miguel lowers Felicia to her feet before turning to fix his tie and run his finger through his hair to compose himself. Meanwhile, Felicia stands behind the man, catching her breath and adjusting her dress quickly before exiting the elevator in complete silence. Miguel walks the barren rooftop, making sure no one is around before making a portal with his watch back to Headquarters. 

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Nueva York, Earth-838

After emerging from the portal and back into headquarters, they act and look as if nothing ever happened. Their minds play tug of war, one side vowing to never do such a thing again while desperately wanting to recreate the moment. 

In silence, the two rush to the vault where a team of Spider-People and LYLA waits. Felicia hands them the mask before taking a step back, letting Miguel handle the rest, unable to think with her mind clouded.

After, Miguel and Felicia make it back to his apartment. She wasn't sure whether she should stay or leave, but after a moment, she ultimately decided to stay as leaving could make things worse. As soon as they walk in the door they walk their separate ways. Miguel retires in his room while Felicia bolts for hers. She walks into the attached bathroom and splashes cold water on her face in an attempt to wash her thoughts away. This doesn't work though, leaving her to focus on her reflection as she thinks to herself. 

What the hell is happening right now?

She’s unable to stop thinking about how amazing his lips and hands felt on her body. How she wanted- no, needed to feel it again. 

I need to talk to Miguel about this, right? Felicia sighs, letting her head drop in shame. I’m gonna look like such a fool.  

Felicia makes her way to the bedroom door, taking a deep breath before pressing the button to slide it open. She jumps, as she is met with Miguel’s chest. With nobody able to speak, they simply look into each other’s eyes until she sees the way his eyes shift, just like they did in the elevator. 

Not a word had to be uttered before the two crashed their lips into each other once again. Miguel taps her on the leg signaling her to jump up, her legs to wrapping around his waist as he starts to make his way inside the room to the bed. Their lips remain interlocked as he lowers her on the bed. They part for a moment to breathe, causing Felicia to smirk as she sees the way his eyes look at her like she’s his prey. His body hovers over hers as they continue to lock lips once more. Her nails slid along his back, as his knee rubbed against her between her thighs, causing her to gasp at the sensation. Before things could go any further, Felicia lets out a light wince, causing Miguel to pull back immediately, concern written all over his face. 

“What’s wrong, gatitia?” He rubs her thighs in soothing, circular motions. 

“Oh no- nothing, just rubbed a sore bruise from the other night or something that’s all. I guess it still hurts.” She smiles sheepishly. 

Miguel mutters out a soft, “I’m sorry”, taking his hand and gently raising her dress to reveal her aching side before delicately caressing the spot. 

“It’s ok, you didn’t mean to.” She smiles softly, causing Miguel to reciprocate as he leans back down. Before their lips could meet again, a knock sounded at the door. 

“Fuck.” Miguel groans with annoyance. “One moment!” He yells as he reluctantly stands up to answer, leaving Felicia to hastily fix her dress before following him down the stairs. 

He opens the door revealing Webslinger with a lopsided grin. “Hey partner how’d the mission go?” He peeks inside to see Felicia standing by the end of the couch in her breathtaking dress, tilting his hat in greeting pairing it with a smirk.

“It went just fine, thanks for asking.” Miguel says, lacking emotion. 

“Yeah, anything I need to take care of down at the vault for ya, boss? Put your mind at ease?”

“No thank you, it's all been taken care of. For future reference, you might wanna chat with LYLA about stuff. We’ll cover everything in the meeting tomorrow morning, alright.” He said before pressing the button to slide the door shut before Web-Slinger could utter a sound.

He turns back to Felicia, who has a small, shy smile on her face, her hand fingers with the ring she wore. “I’m probably gonna turn in for tonight, what with today’s events and all.” 

Miguel hesitates to respond, wanting to ask her about everything. “Yeah, right, that’s good I’ll- I’ll probably turn in too. Get some rest.” He forces a small, pathetic, shy grin. 

“You too,” she replies reciprocating the awkward smile, before finally turning away and retiring back to her room. 

Miguel found himself standing in the middle of the living room alone, bathing in the serene, nocturnal glow from the wall-length windows. He wasn't sure how long he stood there, quietly reflecting, but it was long enough to realize he had no regrets.

Chapter 7

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 5

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy! Reader

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Warnings: Unwanted kiss, Angst, Fluff, Sexual Tension, enemies to lovers, slowish burn, she/her pronouns

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Summary: Angry with Miguel for ruining her date, Felicia gives him the silent treatment. Now that training is over Felicia does field work, bumping into an old foe causing everything to go wrong.

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Nueva York, Earth 838

Felicia’s been able to successfully avoid Miguel for the past week, too angry and humiliated to even look at him. If he's in the cafeteria, she’ll skip lunch, if he's talking to Jessica, she'll be hiding until he leaves. Even worse, Web-Slinger has been avoiding her like the plague. Felicia really was attracted to Web-Slinger and enjoyed his company, so she was hoping they'd at least be friends, but since that traumatizing night, he’s been doing the same thing to her as Felicia has been doing to Miguel. 

All of this meant she had to shadow Jessica for the week, and as much as she loved Felicia, she was gonna go crazy if she had to endure another rant about how huge of a douchebag Miguel is. Luckily, she was able to survive the week and move on from this disaster of a month. 

“We are all so proud of each and every one of you,” Jessica said in front of the recruits. “As of today, you are all part of the Spider-Society.” The sounds of cheers and clapping echo through the gym as the heroes celebrate. “When you can, please talk with LYLA to get your missions and schedule your placements.” 

“Congratulations, recruits,” Miguel speaks up, standing behind Jessica. 

While everyone celebrates, Felicia walks out without a word. Miguel can't help but notice the change in behavior since he caught her and Web-Slinger together. In a weird way, he missed bickering with the hot-headed woman. She was loud, obnoxious, stubborn, but brought so much life to a room. Since then, he hasn’t heard a word come out of her or seen that signature smirk on her face. 

Miguel frowns under his mask before deciding to push through the crowd of celebrating graduates. Once he steps out of the gym, he sees Felicia down the hall walking as she talks to LYLA. Miguel speeds up in an attempt to catch up with her. 

“Sir! Wanna get drinks with us?” A few recruits follow Miguel out of the gym. Unfortunately, this catches Felicia’s attention, prompting her to turn around to see Miguel 10 yards from her, making quick strides. 

Miguel curses to himself as she immediately turns her attention to her watch, pressing buttons, opening a portal, and running through, leaving Miguel a universe away. 

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New York, Earth-192

The cool breeze of the autumn night embraces Felicia as she lays on the rooftop of the building. When she was the Black Cat, she would come to this rooftop almost every night to listen to the jazz music from the club below. It was her safe place as she would normally bring a bottle of wine and play with her new jewels from the Tiffiny’s she robbed a few blocks down. Tonight, she was just here to unwind, to go back in time. 

Felicia sings along to the song as she plays with her hair. “So if you really love me, say yes, but if you don't, dear, confess, and please don't tell me, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps-” 

“I’ll always love listening to you on this rooftop,” a voice caused Felicia to jump, her heart pounding as she released her talons and swiftly aimed her webshooters in the direction from which the voice came.

Felicia's stomach churned at the sight of the Spider-Suit. “Why are you here, Peter?”

Peter chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension. “You've got the Spider-Man pose down perfectly.” He nodded to her stance, though Felicia's grip on her webshooters remained firm.

“Answer the question, Peter,” Felicia said through clenched teeth, her readiness to strike undiminished.

Peter raised his hands in a gesture of peace. “Woah, easy, cat! I’ve— I've been watching you. I hope that doesn't sound creepy.”

Felicia's eyes narrowed. “That's ridiculously creepy, Peter. I don't want anything to do with you.”

Before Peter could offer further explanation, the cacophonous sound of a car crash reverberated nearby, grabbing their attention. Without a second thought, Felicia executed a graceful backflip off the rooftop, swinging down to the accident site, with Peter following closely behind.

A semi-truck had run a red light, hitting several cars in the process. Three large men hop out of the truck and sprint down the street. While Spider-Man checks on the victims, Night-Spider books it down the street. As she got closer, she shot webs all over them to slow the men down before landing on the first man, digging her claws into his back, causing him to let out a screech.  

Once the man falls to the floor in agony, she quickly webs his limbs to the dirty sidewalk before attacking her next victim. This time, instead of running, the two decide to fight. The first one swings his fist at Night-Spider but her agility allows her to gracefully dodge it, landing a few jabs to the man's gut until he grabs her, flinging her into the street. 

Night-Spider groans before hastily jumping up. “Surrender now, and I'll go easy on you.” 

The two men chuckle before the second charges her. Night-Spider grabs his wrist, redirecting his punch into the taxi’s hood. As the man groans, Felicia uses her claws to slice into his biceps before getting tackled to the ground by the other criminal. 

The man sits on her stomach, punching her face until he sees blood. Night-Spider cried out, doing her best to web him and scratch him, but it was no use. She could feel her sturdy mask over her eyes beginning to break, as he landed punch after punch. 

Before it could break, the man was thrown off of Night-Spider. She could barely comprehend what was happening as she attempted to regain her breath. What she could hear were a series of punches and thwips before being picked up and whisked away. 

“Are you okay?” These were the only words she was able to make out through the ringing in her ears. 

A gloved hand caresses Night-Spider’s bloody face as she tries to focus on her senses.  “Miguel?” was all that she was able to grunt out. “Tha- thank you.” She coughs out, leaning into his gloved palm. 

The cracks in Night-Spider’s goggles made it difficult to see properly, causing the world to appear like a kaleidoscope. After a moment she was ultimately able to make out the figure holding her. 

“P-Peter?! Let me go!” Felicia shouts, pushing him away. 

Peter throws his hands up defensively as he takes a few steps backward. “Fine but we gotta go back and make sure the injured are okay.”

Felicia’s vision still blurred and head spinning, nodded in a daze, feeling a disorienting wave wash over her as she struggled to regain her footing.

“You okay?” Peter asked, concern etching his voice as he reached out for her, but the world still felt like it was tilting around her.

Felicia, her breath ragged, mustered the last of her strength, her anger flaring as she smacked his hand away. “Don’t touch me,” she hissed with a mixture of pain and fury before she vaulted off the building, her figure disappearing into the night as she descended to attend to the injured victims below.

As Night-Spider inspected everyone, a flood of flashing lights from cameras and reporters arrived at the scene, bombarding Night-Spider with questions, which she ignored to care for the victims. 

Night Spider rolled her eyes as Spider-Man posed for pictures and answered their question. She never remembered Spider-Man being so vain. Sure, Peter Parker could be at times but since they broke up, he’s changed. The reporters continued to press, with questions that ranged from intrusive to ludicrous:

“Are you two a couple?”

“How did you get your powers?” 

“When can we expect Spider-Babies?”

“Kiss for us!” 

Reporters shouted, irking Night-Spider. The swirling blue and red lights from the arriving police cars added to the chaotic atmosphere. The blinding flashes of cameras and microphones thrust toward her felt like an assault on her senses. Suddenly, She feels an arm wrap around her waist. In a split second, Spider-Man had dipped her, moving his mask up to kiss her. Felicia could barely comprehend everything that was happening and lights flashed rapidly and her shock froze her. 

Once Spider-Man breaks the kiss, Night-Spider immediately backs away, thwips a web to the nearest building, and rushes away from the scene.

"Sorry, she's shy," Spider-Man shrugged with an apologetic grin before swiftly departing in search of Felicia.

After a few minutes of searching, Peter found her on a quiet rooftop by the river. Silently, he landed beside her, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!” Felicia shouted, a surge of anger and fear coursing through her as she reacted by delivering a punch to Peter's face.

Peter rubbed his jaw, wincing. "Woah! Ouch! Your powers are definitely getting stronger," he observed.

“Why did you do that?” Felicia cried, her voice a mix of anger and vulnerability.

Peter took off his mask, revealing his earnest expression as he looked at Felicia through her shattered lenses. “I want to work things out between us.”

Felicia scoffs, turning away from him to look at the water below. “No, Peter. This isn’t like the last several times where we break up, you fuck MJ, get back together, and then you run right back to her!” 

“Felicia-“

“NO! Have you slept with MJ since we broke up?” The silence between the two became deafening, leaving the only thing to be heard was the sound of her pounding heart. “Fuck you,” Felicia says before turning to her watch and opening a portal. 

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Nueva York, Earth-838

It was late at night in Nueva York, which meant if anyone was up, they were at the bars upstairs, asleep, or on missions. Although, it was one of Miguel’s favorite moments of the night. Things were finally quiet, peaceful even which was a rarity in his line of work. Therefore Miguel would indulge himself by going to the cafe and making himself a drink, maybe grabbing himself a late-night snack before going back to his room to mope about life. 

However, this time it was different, as Miguel walked through the main hall to the living quarters, he heard the hum of a portal open, followed by a series of screams. Intrigued, he walks closer to inspect the situation. That’s when he found Felicia. 

“Ahhhh!” She screamed, throwing her destroyed mask and watch on the ground, and watching it shatter into a thousand pieces before letting out a scream of agony. Her body glitched and contorted forcing her hair to fall from its style. “You, son of a bitch!” She shouted, punching a hole into the column next to her.

As Miguel got closer, she turned just enough to see blood dripping from her face and onto her suit. Hastily, Miguel throws his items onto the table beside him, running to her aide. 

“Felicia!” Miguel jumps back as Felicia swings her fist at him, screaming. “Woah! Easy there, I’m not gonna hurt you.” 

Felicia looks through her bloody lashes, up at the startled man. Panting, she falls forward into his arms. “Miguel.” All she's able to muster. 

“What happened? Who did this to you?” He asks, using the sleeve of his navy sweater to wipe the blood from her face. 

“They're dealt with.” She gritted through her teeth. 

“What happened?” Miguel says sternly. 

“I had it handled, but then one caught me off guard and- and” Felicia uses everything in her to keep her emotions in check, but it's useless as the pain and heartbreak overtake her. “I couldn’t save myself. And then he- he- he kissed me, used me, broke my heart-”

Miguel shushes the hysterical woman, trying to ease her mind. “You’re safe. Want me to bring you home?”

Felicia jumps at Miguel’s words. “N-no! I can’t- I won't go back!” She lets out another scream as she glitches again, more painful than the time before.

“Okay, okay.” Miguel panics needing to get her a visitor’s band to replace the watch. “I have a spare room in my penthouse, are you okay with staying there? Otherwise, I can try to see if there's another available-”

“The spare room is fine,” Felicia says, her voice shaking with adrenaline. 

Miguel’s chest aches at the broken woman in his arms. “Okay. I'll take care of you.” 

Miguel picks Felicia up, taking her to his penthouse on the other side of the building. Once he arrives, the doors automatically slide open, revealing the nearly empty, bland living room. He takes Felicia up the steps to the room next to his. Miguel carefully lowers Felicia down onto the large bed before leaving the room.

“Miguel!” Felicia shouts, prompting him to peek back into the room. 

“Yes?”

“I don't wanna be alone right now.” She reluctantly says, feeling vulnerable. 

Miguel frowns, “I know, I’m just gonna get a band, a towel to clean you up, and something for you to change into. Is that okay?”

Felicia hesitantly nods, waiting patiently for Miguel to return. 

“Here’s an old shirt and some boxers.” He hands her before sitting next to her on the bed, placing the band on her wrist before bringing the damp towel up to her face.

“Ouch!” Felicia winced and then scowled, pushing past the pain. “You trynna hurt me, asshole?” she grumbled.

The city's ambient light from the window revealed Miguel's subtle smile in the dark room. “Someone’s feeling better,” he chuckled as he applied a special healing paste, his touch gentle as he worked on the cuts and gashes on her face. “Alright, time to change,” he said after placing the last bandage over Felicia's chin.

Miguel began to stand to give Felicia some privacy, but before he could move too far, her hand tugged at his arm, pulling him back. “You never seen a woman before or somethin'?”

Miguel rolled his eyes with a hint of amusement. “Yeah, you're healed.”

Felicia couldn't help but break into a small, appreciative grin, even though wincing at the pain from her cuts. She pressed the spider emblem on her chest, causing her suit to loosen. Miguel averted his eyes, politely studying the plain walls of the room. Felicia then unclasped her bra before draping the comically large shirt over herself. She removed the rest of her clothing, donning Miguel's boxers that became concealed by the shirt.

“You can look.” She teases. 

“Anything else I can get you?” He asks as he fluffs the pillow on the bed. 

“You've done plenty. T-thank you.” She says, looking away to hide herself. 

Miguel’s head turns to look at the Spider-Woman. “I didn’t realize you had manners.” 

“I’m the one who almost died, remember?” She snaps, throwing a pillow at his face. 

Miguel gives in, letting her win this time. “You're welcome.” He replies. “Goodnight, Felicia.”

Felicia watched as Miguel walked to the door, and just before he could close it, she softly whispered, “Goodnight, Miguel.” Miguel turned back, giving Felicia a small, warm smile before closing the door and returning to his room.

That night, in the dimly lit penthouse, the two of them stayed up for well over an hour. Their rooms stood side by side as they both gazed out of the wall-length windows at the glittering lights of the city’s skyline. They didn't move, didn't utter a sound; they simply allowed the stillness to envelop them, lost in their own thoughts and the unspoken something that lingered in the air.

Chapter 6

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