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Miguel O’Hara X Black Cat! Male Reader

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Authors Note: Took some inspiration from Felicia Hardy and Selene Kyle, let’s be honest Selene is my mother and will let her whip me whenever she wants 😌, so why not make this shot full of sass and perhaps some slight sexual tension? Also all Spanish words are correct, I am fluent in Spanish and Latino myself!

Summary: Every universe had a black cat, weather it ends in a good or bad outcome every Spider-Man had at least experienced being around a black cat. Miguel had his own variant back at his universe, but his story with black cat is interesting.

Warnings: ATSV Slight Spoilers! Some angst, mentions of time travel, breaking and entering, kissing, language, Miguel is tired, mentions of past divorce, mentions of Gabrielle, timeline, loop holes, miles wants to be adopted, reader is trying to bring hell, reader is protective of Miles, breaking the rules, toxic Miguel, Toxic reader, a negative plus a negative is a positive.

Word count: 4.1K

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Noir didn’t know why he enjoyed watching the kid mess up, but it brought some joy into his daily task. Here he is standing on the edge of a roof top, staring down at the city’s number one hero trying to get himself untangled from his own webs. Both he and the little spider in red and black were chasing each other throughout the entire city, nearing midnight he was caught by the cities hero stealing a very valuable gem that was worth thousands, good enough for Noir to steal. How could he not? Now, after hours of chasing here he stands, head tilted in disappointment as he watches the little spider trying to escape his own webs after a malfunction in his own creation.

“Now this goes—wait, no…”

Noir tilts his head back, signing deeply to himself as he tucks the gems into his pocket before jumping down from the building and landing in front of the kid. He was a thief, not some cruel person who’s going to leave this poor kid stuck. “Kid—“

“I got it! I got it! Just have to—AH!”

The kid only get himself tangled into the web even more, causing the thief to roll his eyes, using his own claws to cut thought the webbing like it was nothing. The little spider looks around in surprise and smiles under his mask. “Hey, that worked!”

“Indeed it did.” Noir mocks him back, rolling his eyes from underneath his goggles.

“Now, I’m turning you in—!”

Noir holds his hand up to cut the kid off, pinching the bridge of his nose with a deep sigh. “Kid, we’ve done this too many times. We all know that you’ll never be able to get me so just let it go and go after someone who is actually causing harm.” He give the kid a pointed look before using his grappling hook to get back to the roof top and continue his way back home. Only for the kid to follow after him, he expects himself to get into a fight with the kid again, knowing that he would win the fight and end things quickly.

“Wait! Look, I get that what you’re doing isn’t entirely dangerous nor are you harming anyone but, why do it? Why steal when you can just get a job?”

Noir’s eyes widen and bursts out laughing, shaking his head as the kid stares back confused. “Get a job? Kid, I did have a job but, no matter where I worked it was never enough to survive. Not everyone has an easy life and if you have to take some risks then take it. You can try and stop me all you want, kid. But, it won’t make things better.”

The kid stays silent, taking in his words as Noir brushed past him and makes his way towards the other side of the roof.

“Wait!”

Noir sighs, hand on his hip and looks over his shoulder to see the kid standing his distance. “I’ll stop coming after you.”

That causes him to raise a brow, confused and surprised by the kids sudden words, before he could ask why the kid speaks up. “If you teach me how to fight.”

Of course.

That’s how the two have been getting along after a year of teaching the kid how to defend himself, he was new to the whole hero thing and Noir was the only one who was able to teach him a thing or two. It was rare for him to connect with people who weren’t trying to kill him or let alone take him to prison for stealing something valuable of theirs.

Currently both of the two are sitting on top of a clock tower, the kid eating some pizza while Noir sips his morning coffee, watching the sunrise after spending all night training the kid on how to land his punches. “Isn’t it too early for you to be eating that stuff?” He mumbled out, getting the kids attention who turns to him with a stuffed mouth full of pizza.

“…no?”

Noir chuckles at the kid. “Don’t come to me if you start getting heartburn.” He mumbled around his coffee cup before taking another sip, focusing on the view ahead. The two spend most mornings like this, eating ‘breakfast’ together and enjoying each others company. The kid had stopped trying to get him arrested and each time Noir was caught stealing he always made it out without an issue.

He’s known the kid for a year now and he’s grown onto him. The last time he was around someone he cared about he ended up losing everything and always pushed people away from getting too close, but the kid always found his way back into his life. Noir breaths softly, glancing at the kid who had just finished his box of pizza and closed the lid while whipping the grease from his fingers onto his suit, causing the older man to grimace at his manners.

“All done, so what’s the training today?” The kids voice is full of enthusiasm which causes Noir to chuckle. “No more training.” He sets his coffee cup to the side and stands from sitting on the edge of the clock tower, towering over the kid who tilts his head back, staring at his second mentor. “You’re ready to do things on your own and I am done here.”

“Wait what?” The kid tilts his head to the side. “What do you mean your done here? Are you leaving?”

Noir placed a gentle hand on the kids shoulder. “You’ll do fine on your own, I taught you nearly everything I know. I’m clearly not needed anymore and I have business to attend somewhere else.” Noir was reaching a deadline with his stay here with the kid and had to move onto his next task, wanting to avoid bringing the kid anymore trouble that he’s already dealing with alone in this city.

The little spider before him doesn’t know how to react to this situation, clearly not happy with the outcome but knowing that he can’t do anything about it. “Will you be back?” He asks.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Noir shrugs his shoulders, sighing deeply to himself. “I don’t know…” He really didn’t, one moment he’s here and the next he’s gone. That was his plan and always has been.

Noir can see how bummed out the kid is and can’t help but, pull the kid into a gentle hug. “I’m ever around I’ll make sure to meet you. Perhaps during one of our usual chases.” He gets the kid to chuckle at his humor before the two pull apart. He’s staring at the kid with a sad smile, with a clawed index finger he bops the kid on the nose or where he thinks his nose is at due to him wearing the mask.

“Take care of yourself kid.”

“I’m not a kid…”

Noir chuckled. “You’ll always be a kid.” He picks up his empty coffee cup, making his way over to the ledge of the clock tower, facing his back towards the kid before looking over his shoulder to give the kid one last advice. “Don’t let anyone tell you what you can’t do, remember that.”

With that he jumps off the tower, leaving the kid on his own to continue on his own path.

Noir already planned to leave this place and couldn’t delay it any longer before he finds him. Upon arriving to his apartment, he slips through the window undetected from the neighbors and slips off his tinted goggles along with his gloves, letting out a deep exhale as he looks around the semi empty apartment that he was only planning to use for a short period of time.

He toss the gloves to the side and keeps the rest of his uniform on as he works around the apartment, collecting certain things to take with him while the other stuff he stuffed inside a trash bag, clearly not needing that stuff any longer and tossing it out the window, where it landed down below and into the dumpster.

Once the apartment is fully empty he reaches inside the bag he was planning on taking with him, unzipping the front pocket and pulling out a silver bracelet. He stares at the blank screen, knowing that once he turns it on he will be traced, only giving him a few minutes to plan his escape. He zips up his bag and slips on his goggles again along with his gloves, slipping the bracelet over his wrist and with his index finger he taps on the blank screen, watching it turn on, activating.

“Five minutes.” He whispers to himself as he quickly types in Earth-42502, watching as a portal opens before him.

Adjusting his goggles, he takes a step forward only to freeze in place when another portal opens behind him. “The hell?” He looks over his shoulder, eyes widening under the goggles as a flash of red and blue zips towards him. He doesn’t have time to think as a hand wraps around his throat, knocking him back into the other earth.

The two are free falling through the air, grunting as his hand finds the others wrist and glares. He’s quick to use his strength, kicking him off as they continue to fall. “That was faster than usual.” He calls out, getting the other spiders attention who glared under his mask.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive to Earth-42502, portal opening onto the roof top of Oscorp Tower. Noir lands gracefully, but is quick to jump out of the way when the other spider lands where he once stood.

“Here I thought I’d never find you.”

Noir remembers that voice too well, remembering the days that the two would wake up next to each other.

“Seems like your desperate to find me.” Noir speaks up, taking cautious steps back as his eyes follow Miguels large figure. The man showed off his talons, taking dangerous steps forward as if stalking his prey.

“Let me guess, you were waiting until I activated this little guy, huh?” He raised his left arm to show off the bracelet he wore. The same bracelet that once belonged to Miguel and that he was able to snatch from during the time he was running away from Miguel. “Lyla’s not good at tracking.” He adds with a grin on his face.

“At least she found you before you can even open a portal to this earth. An earth that you don’t belong too.” Miguels voice is full of irritation, tired of having to chance Noir from different universes each time he disappeared off the radar.

“I know where I belong.”

Noirs voice drops down to a serious one, glaring under his own goggles as he takes steps back, slowly stepping on top of the ledge. “I’m not going back to that place, not after what you did.” He spits out.

“I was only trying to fix things.” Miguel sneers.

“By destroying a universe for our daughter? A daughter that wasn’t ours.”

“She was!”

“She belonged to another version of us and not us.” He points between himself and Miguel. The two have been chasing each other since day one, Miguels cannon affected him badly, causing him to lose his own child. Miguel had tried to find ways to fix it by going to other universe in hopes of getting their lives back together again only to mess things up badly and to cause a whole universe to be destroy. Their constant arguing grew worse as the days went on the two couldn’t be in a room together without trying to tear each other apart, leading to a divorce between the two. Well, a divorce wasn't really an option due to their universe being gone and instead was considered a break up between the two without having to sign he paper work.

In the public’s eye they were seen as married still. For them, they were separated.

Noir didn’t start stealing until after he stole Miguel’s bracelet, finding a way to stop Lyla from tracking him down and using it to escape from the man he loved. Giving himself a new life, stealing from every universe and only causing trouble for Miguel due to the constant anamolies being placed in the wrong universe, only giving the man extra work on getting it fixed.

You could say that it was Noirs way of showing revenge for all of the times Miguel blamed him for trying. Earning himself a reputation and treating it like a game.

“Y/n—“

“I don’t have time for you, right now.” Y/n hissed out, turning around and jumping off the building, getting Miguel to panic all of sudden and run after him, jumping off and diving down to wrap his arm around Y/n’s waist and using his talons to grip onto the side of the building also using his webs to hold on.

“What—?”

“I’m not letting you go that easy.” Said Miguel, grinning under his mask as Y/n’s eyes widen at the realization.”Don’t you dare!” Y/n uses his own claws in a threatening way only for Miguel to ignore his threatens, getting Lyla to open a portal back to their earth and quickly dropping his (ex) husband down the portal. Only for Y/n to land inside Miguels little anomaly prison as one of his traps is set around him, caging him inside a tight space as he tried to use his claws to claws his way through.

It wasn’t until Miguel drops down in front of him. The two could easily be face to face if it wasn’t for the barrier stopping them. “You’ll stay here until everything is fixed and then you can scream and yell all you want.” Said Miguel a hand on his own hip as his mask dissolves away, showing his real face to Y/n who frowned. “You can keep me here all you want, but I will always find a way out.” He was testing him.

This wouldn’t be the first time that he was trapped under Miguels watch, he’s escaped plenty of times before and he will do it again.

Miguel chuckled deeply. “Oh, mi amor. This time it’s different, because I’m going to make sure that I have a close eye on you twenty-four seven.” He looks over his shoulder to nod at one of the spiders from his society who turns around to type away on their computer. All of sudden Y/n is transformed to Miguels lab, appearing in the room in a flash as he yelps in surprise.

“Jesus…” He breaths out in surprise a hand over his beating heart as he falls back onto his bottom. “A heads up would have been nice.”

“Stop being annoying and be quiet.” Said Miguel, circling him like prey and focusing back on his work. Y/n grins, reaching up to push his goggles up and over his head. “Listen, cabeza de mierda. You brought me here in order to keep an eye on me, but never did you say that I couldn’t annoy you.”

“I—“

“So, I won’t stop talking your ass off until you let me go.”

Miguel stares down at his husband, knowing the man well enough to know that he was keeping that promise. The taller spider sighs in annoyance, already regretting his choice as Y/n grins at him and leans back against his elbows and crossing his leg over the other, lying down as he groans out loudly.

“Who would have thought, the two of us together again. After a year? Damn, it’s already been a year, I remember you slamming into a wall when chasing me through Earth-6574. God, the anger in your eyes was so satisfying!”

Miguel tried to focus on his work, ignoring the mans words as he continues on, rambling on about anything that will annoy Miguel until the man gives in.

The conversation went for hours, with Y/n changing positions every few minutes, one minute he’s lying down and the next he’s sitting. Another time he’s doing a handstand in the small space he’s trapped in or using his claws to try and penetrate the force field around him only to fail. He didn’t stop until he suddenly grew bored, lips sealed as Miguel finally takes in the peaceful silence, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

“There it is.”

Miguel snaps his head towards Y/n, already knowing his plan.

“Enjoyed your five seconds of peace and quiet? Because, I was just getting started.”

Miguel wants to shout, opening his mouth to throw back an insult only for him to be disturbed by the sound of people entering his lab, getting his attention. Y/n also looks over to the group of teens approaching them, one specific teen getting the thief’s attention as he narrows his eyes, focusing on the curly hair and dark skin until his eyes widen in realization.

“Miles?”

Even though he’s only known the kid for a year and had trained him on the side, he knew who the kid was under the mask, but never said anything. Not wanting to freak the kid out. Whenever the kid wasn’t hiding behind the mask, Y/n would keep a close eye on the kid, making sure that he was focusing on school and attending his family diners and parties, somehow feeling responsible for the kids disappearance each time he skipped classes or lunch only to meet up with enthusiasm, excited to learn something new from the thief that the teen befriend somehow.

It didn’t take long for the platform to lower, reaching the ground and getting the teens attention. Before Miles could introduce himself or hand Miguel the empanada that he had in hand. The kids eyes fall onto Y/n, narrowing his eyes a bit. “Noir?”

This gets everyone’s attention, including Miguel who snaps his head in Y/n’s direction with a knowing glare that he knew too well.

“Hey kiddo!” Noir waves at Miles with a wide grin on his face, side eyeing Miguel as he feels his burning glare. Miles doesn’t think twice to quickly rush over and jump onto the platform, worry in his eyes as he ignores Miguel’s surprised look along with Gwen’s panicked looked and Hobie’s grin. The teenager was too focused on Noir to care about what the others were thinking about his actions, his palms against the force field that separated the two as he tries to find a way to get him out. “Why are you here? How are you here?” Miles began to ask as Y/n looked at Miles with a fond look and faint smile.

“Easy kid, I’m alright.” He tries to reassure the kid.

“Get him out.” Miles blurts out, turning to Miguel with a frown on his face. The sudden demand shocks the others, but not Y/n who can only smirk over Miles shoulder and towards Miguel who frowned deeply. “I’d listen to the kid.” He whispers, loud enough for his ex to hear.

Miguel grunts in disapproval and had no choice but to do as told as gets red of the red field around him, finally setting him free as Y/n stands from his spot, stretching his arms in the air like a cat and getting caught by surprise when Miles hugs the other man. “Whoa! Easy kid, I’m alright.” He reassured him, giving his back a soft pat.

His actions don’t go unnoticed as Miguel watched the two interact with each other, clearly reading the signs that Y/n had claimed this kid as his own, treating him with care and respect, knowing that if he comes between the two, Y/n wouldn’t hesitate to fight back like a feral cat. It’s happened before and it won’t stop him from doing it again.

“You said you had to leave.” Miles speaks up, getting Y/n attention who sighs deeply. “About that…” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously and giving Miles an awkward smile.

“Noir isn’t from your universe, he belongs in mine. He was caught breaking the rules and had no choice but to bring him here. He’s a slippery one and likes to get away, so letting him out of his cage wasn’t a good idea.” Said Miguel, getting an eye roll from Y/n and placing his hand on his hip. “Don’t be so dramatic, I’ve gotten away from it many times and you didn’t seem to mind.” Y/n said back, making his way around the platform and taking in Miguels work.

He takes notice of the videos and pictures of them both together along with this their daughter, causing a small sad sigh to escape his lips knowing that Miguel hasn’t gotten over the death of their daughter. Y/n was the only one who was able to move on from everything but Miguel, he couldn’t blame him. Everyone coped different with death and took their own pace in recovery. With a clawed finger he turns the pictures off, glancing over to Miguel who was watching him this whole time with a sorrowful look on his face.

Y/n quickly turns away, refusing to look at the man he once loved.

“Wait, you two know each other?” Gwen points between Y/n and Miguel, approaching the duo that stood before her, getting Y/n to smirk widely. “Actually were married.” He quotes out, getting a surprise look from both Gwen and Miles. “Divorced.” Miguel added, hands on his hips as Y/n pouts at his words.

“Divorced? Really, you two would look cool together.” Said Miles. “Adopt me?”

Y/n breaks out in laughter, throwing his head back as he laughs at Miles words. He jumps offer the platform and takes miles into his arms, pulling the kid close to him and squeezing him tight. “How did my ward become so adorable? If I could adopt you then I would!”

“Wait, your ward?” Miguel asks, clearly not likening this.

“Yep!”

“He’s taught me a thing or two.” Said Miles and with a proud smile on this face he extends his hand, opening his palm to show Noir the hard-drive that he stole from Miguel, getting a very proud Y/n to hug him again. “My child is learning!” He cheers in excitement while Miguel growls. “No, no, I refuse to let you take in a spider. You are enough trouble, let alone having a kid do it too?”

“If it wasn’t for me the kid wouldn’t have gotten better on his skills. I taught him how to defend himself and perhaps get away with a thing or two…” Even though Miles was suppose to be his universe hero and protector, he couldn’t help but, teach the kid a thing or two when it comes towards breaking and entering. Teaching Miles how to sneak back inside his room or dorm without being noticed and to pick on locks in case of emergencies.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling to himself in disappointment. “No puedo mas, no puedo mas.”

Y/n rolled his eyes. “So dramatic.” He mumbled as he listens to Miguel ramble on while Miles is being saluted by Hobie, admiring the kids new skills form a very well known thief in many universes.

“Did you know that he stole this guitar for me?” Said Hobie, pointing over his shoulder where his guitar was strapped over his shoulder. “Mad genius.”

Miles laughs. “I don’t like stealing, but Noir once helped me with getting my mom a present for Mother’s Day. He stole a necklace for me, nothing too expensive but also nice.” Said the teen. Clearly he was nervous and ashamed for it when he first got handed the jewel from the known thief only for the anxiety and worry to fade away when he say how happy his mother was about the gift.

His father questioned him and all Miles told his dad was that he worked hard for it.

Noir smiles at the two before looking over to Miguel who stared with disappointment, but Y/n didn’t seem to care one bit wanting the teen to enjoy his life and he wouldn't mind breaking a few rules in order to give the kid what he wanted. Even if it meant bumping into his husband ever once an awhile.

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marvellfashion · 4 years

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Here is a collection of links with the characters that have appeared on edits!

Abigail Brand

Agatha Harkness

Alison Blair

Amadeus Cho

Amelia Voght

America Chavez

Ami Han

Amka Aliyak

Amora

Angela

Angelica Jones

Anna Marie

Anya Corazon

Andromeda

Attuma

Ava Ayala

Avril Kincaid

Ayo

Azazel

Ben Grimm

Ben Riley

Betsy Braddock

Billy Kaplan

Blackagar Boltagon

Bob Reynolds

Bobbi Morse

Bobby Drake

Brian Braddock

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Carol Danvers

Cassandra Web

Charles Xavier

Chase Stein

Cindy Moon

Clint Barton

Daimon Hellstrom

Daken Akihiro

Dani Moonstar

Danny Rand

David Alleyne

Dia Sloane

Doreen Green

Eden Fesi

Eddie Brock

Elektra Natchios

Elizabeth Twoyoungmen

Ellie Wilson

Elsa Bloodstone

Emma Frost

Enchantress

Eric Brooks

Fantomex

Felicia Hardy

Flash Thompson

Frank Castle

Gabby Kinney

Gamora

Gaveendra Seven

Gert Yorkes

Greer Grant

Gwen Stacy

Gwendolyn Pool

Ikaris

Illyana Rasputin

Isca

Hank McCoy

Heather Douglas

Hela

Hepzibah

Hildegarde

Hobie Brown

Hope Summers

Jacques Duquesne

James Rhodes

Jane Foster

Janet Van Dyne

Jean Grey

Jean-Paul Beaubier

Jeanne-Marie Beaubier

Jennifer Kale

Jennifer Takeda

Jennifer Walters

Jericho Drumm

Jessan Hoan

Jessica Drew

Jessica Jones

Jhonny Storm

Joanna Cargill

Joaquin Torres

Jocasta Pym

Jubilation Lee

Julia Carpenter

Julio Richter

Kamala Khan

Karl Morgenthau

Karnilla

Karolina Dean

Kate Bishop

Kelda

Kingo Sunen

Kitty Pryde

Kurt Wagner

Kushala

Kwannon

Laura Kinney

Leiko Wu

Lily Cromwell

Llyra

Logan Howlett

Loki Laufeyson

Lorna Dane

Lucas Bishop

Luke Cage

Lunella Lafayette

Madam Slay

Madelyne Pryor

Makari

Mantis

Marc Spector

Mary Jane Watson

Matt Murdock

Maximus Boltagon

May Parker

Maya Lopez

Medusalith Amaquelin

Megan Gwynn

Meggan Braddock

Mephisto

Miguel O’Hara

Miles Morales

Misty Knight

Molly Hayes

Monica Rambeau

Moon Dragon

Morgan Le Fay

Nadia Van Dyne

Namor Mckenzie

Namora

Namorita

Natasha Romanoff

Nathan Summers

Nebula

Neena Thurman

Nico Minoru

Noh-Varr

Odin Borson

Okoye

Ororo Munroe

Oubliette Midas

Patsy Walker

Pearl Pangan

Pepper Potts

Peter Parker

Peter Quill

Peter Rasputin

Phastos

Phyla-Vell

Pietro Maximoff

Princess Fen

Quoi

Rachel Grey

Radha Dastoor

Ramonda

Raven Darkholme

Reed Richards

Remy LeBeau

Richard Rider

Ripley Ryan

Riri Williams

Roberto Da Costa

Sam Alexander

Sam Wilson

Satana Hellstrom

Saya Ishii

Scott Summers

Sebastian Shaw

Selene

Sersi

Shang-Chi

Sharon Carter

Shaylee Moonpeddle

Shiklah

Shuri

Sif

Silver Fox

Silvija Sablinova

Simon Williams

Spidesonas

Sprite

Stephen Strange

Steve Rogers

Sue Storm

Tabitha Smith

Takeshi Matsuya

Tandy Bowen

Tania Toomes

T’Challa

Teddy Altman

Thena

Theresa Cassidy

Thor

Tommy Shepherd

Tony Stark

Trevor Hawkins

Tyrone Johnson

Valkyrie

Venus

Victor Von Doom

Vision

Viv Vision

Wade Wilson

Wanda Maximoff

Warda Wilson

Warren Worthington III

Xi’an Coy Manh

Yao

Yelena Belova

Yuriko Oyama

Zebediah Killgrave

Zelma Stanton

Zoe Laveau

Zuras

#masterlist #marvellfashion

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dalekofchaos · 5 years

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Spider-Man fancast(updated)

My other Marvel fancasts

X-Men

Fantastic 4

Other Marvel characters

Tom Holland as Spider-Man/Peter Parker

Zendaya as Mary Jane Watson(just call her Mary Jane Watson, you cowards)

Marisa Tomei as May Parker

Brendan Fraser as Ben Parker

Timothee Chalamet as Harry Osborn

Grace Van DIen as Gwen Stacy/Spider-Gwen

Jacob Batalon as Ned Leeds/Hobgoblin

Angourie Rice as Betty Brant

Laura Harrier as Liz Allen

Tony Revolori as Flash Thompson/Agent Venom

Ana Celia de Armas as Felicia Hardy/Black Cat

Charlie Cox as Daredevil/Matt Murdock

Jon Bernthal as The Punisher/Frank Castle

Miles Brown as Miles Morales/Spider-Man

Andrew Garfield as Ben Reilly

Tobey Maguire as Kaine Parker

Daniel Radcliffe as Noir Spider-Man/Peter Parker

Oscar Isaac as Spider-Man 2099/Miguel O’Hara

Millie Bobby Brown as Spider-Woman/Mattie Franklin

Priah Ferguson as Spider-Girl/Mayday Parker

Daisy Ridley as Spider-Woman/Jessica Drew

Seychelles Gabriel as Spider-Girl/Anya Corazon

Tiffany Espensen as Silk/Cindy Moon

Yvonne Strahovski as Arachne/Julia Carpenter

Jessica Lange as Madame Webb

JK Simmons as J Jonah Jameson

or Michael Shannon as J Jonah Jameson

Andre Braugher as Robbie Robertson

Mark Harmon as Captain George Stacy

Cote De Pablo as Detective Jean DeWolf

Bryan Cranston as Green Goblin/Norman Osborn

Matthew McConaughey as Hobgoblin/Roderick Kingsley

Christoph Waltz as Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

or Mark Hamill as Doc Ock/Otto Octavius

Vincent D’Onofrio as Kingpin/Wilson Fisk

Ralph Fienes as Chameleon

Léa Seydoux as Silver Sable

Ben Wishaw as Alistair Smythe/Spyder-Slayer

Sendhil Ramamurthy as The Lizard/Dr Curt Connors

Donnie Yen as Mister Negative/Martin Li

Michael Keaton as Vulture

Bokeem Woodbine as Shocker/Herman Schultz

Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson as Rhino/Aleksei Sytsevich

Ving Rhames as Tombstone/Lonnie Lincoln

Aaron Paul as Electro/Max Dillon

Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Kraven The Hunter

Jake Gyllenhaal as Mysterio

John Cena as Sandman

Michael Mando as Scorpion

Colin Farrell as Morbius

David Thewlis as Jackal/Dr. Miles Warren

Dacre Montgomery as Venom/Eddie Brock

Jamie Campbell Bower as Carnage/Cletus Cassidy

Owen Teague as Toxin/Patrick Mulligan

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ultimate-miles · 5 years

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Spider-Men II (2017) - Or, the comic book that shouldn’t exist

Spider-Men II is a meandering, unfocused mess of lukewarm ideas with no pay-off, that dabbles in colorism and whitewashing.

Somewhere around the “Venom Wars” and the “Spider-Man no More” arc, there was a sharp decline in the quality of writing for Ultimate Comics Spider-Man. At the crux of it was the death of Miles Morales’ mother – Rio Morales – and the emotional bullying of a kid who wanted nothing to do with superheroing following the death of his mother, but was battered into thinking otherwise by the female clone of Peter Parker (Jessica Drew), Gwen Stacy, and his friend, Ganke Lee.

If “Venom Wars” was the signal that things were going south in the writing department, the death kneel for Miles Morales’ storyline truly began with the story arc “Spider-Man No More”, which was lead directly into a discombobulated series of story arcs that preluded and finalized the death of the Ultimate Universe.

Since then, Bendis’ take on the character – who had a fairly solid start (from Issues #1-19 of UCSM) – declined in a way that I can only describe as a writer simply losing interest in their pet project and disregarding how he handled the character from thereon out. There was no emotional investment in Miles’ day-to-day life, his family unit, friends, and etc. like there was for Ultimate Peter Parker. Ultimate Spider-Man was, as far as Marvel comic title goes, was fully realized story. But, if we’re being honest, Bendis also didn’t have to do a lot of thinking for Peter’s stories because they were often retreads of plots written fifty-sixty years before his time at Marvel.

With Miles Morales, Bendis, was, to some degree, flying blind and more or less had an open field of possibly and stories to play out. He could’ve created a legit mythology for Miles. Yet, when you boil it down, if Miles wasn’t being thrown into a “Blockbuster Event” meant to boost title sales then he was often standing in the shadow of some version of Peter Parker or Peter Parker’s family members in his own title. Simply put: Miles could not be Spider-Man in the same way Denzel Washington’s The Equalizer couldn’t Jason Bourne the hell out of bad guys without the say so of a white authority. Every time Miles’ story circles back to Peter Parker, the limitations of Bendis’ imagination with his Black Male Superhero was clear.

I don’t think anything encapsulates this more than the unwarranted sequel to Ultimate Marvel’s 2012 miniseries, Spider-Men: Spider-Men II – released in 2017 with about the same amount of issues to its name (five).

Spider-Men saw a then-brand new Spider-Man, a thirteen year old Miles Morales – encounter the 616 Universe version of Peter Parker, who accidentally ends up the 1610 Universe after some convenient circumstances involving the 616 version of Mysterio and a dimension hopping device.

Similar to Ultimate Comics Spider-Man #1-5 and Ultimate Comics Spider-Man #13-14, and Miles Morales: The Ultimate Spider-Man #1-7, Spider-Men #1-5 runs Miles through the third consecutive gambit of getting “The Blessing™” of someone connected to Peter Parker, or Peter Parker himself. Spider-Men is more or less about how an adult Peter Parker deals with the fact someone much younger than himself (when he started doing what he was doing) was playing the role of Spider-Man following the death of teenaged version of himself (1610 Peter Parker), and eventually accepting that. It was a fun crossover that saw Miles work alongside someone he admired, and most importantly, didn’t lose sight of its tone and who the story was about in the end (Miles).

Spider-Men II, unfortunately, does the exact same thing, but now there’s no Brand New Car Smell, the question of how Peter Parker would react to a kiddy Spider-Man has been answered and Miles has been friggin blessed, officially, four friggin times, by Peter Parker and his unit in every way you can think of.

Whitewashing your Protagonist is a Bad Idea™

The crux of Spider-Men II is to answer the question that Miles Morales asked: “I wonder if there’s a me in your universe?” The original Spider-Men ended with 616 Peter Parker searching – online – for the existence of a Miles Morales in his universe and being “shocked” by the answer. Knowing in advance that the series was only five issues long meant that the answer Bendis would provide – almost five years after the original Spider-Men – would be both underwhelming and rushed with no satisfactory resolution to rest on.

The bread-and-butter of a comic book character is their ability to become relatively different characters or offshoots from the one that was the origin point. Marvel’s brand revolves around allowing writers to reinterpret established characters into someone radically different, or just update them for younger audiences. Sometimes this works for good, other times for bad. Anna Paquin’s Rogue isn’t 616 Rogue, 1610 Rogue isn’t X-Men Evolution’s Rogue, and so on and so forth.

Where the reinterpretation of a character becomes an issue is when it begins to erase a marginalized identity. It would be common sense among anyone with enough sensitively and the ability to look beyond themselves to know: You don’t reinterpret a Black character – like Virgil Hawkins or Ororo Munroe – into a white or non-Black character, you don’t reinterpret an LGBT character – like Renee Montoya or John Constantine – into a Heterosexual character, you don’t reinterpret a female character into a male character. White or male or female characters? Most of the time their fair game – with reservation (Heathers is a perfect example) – there’s usually nothing remarkable or unique about those characters because they’re representative of the norm, the thing people have been socialized to sympathize and empathize with.

Unfortunately, Brian Michael Bendis and Sara Pichelli are white, so they have neither sensitivity nor the ability to look beyond themselves. Spider-Men II confirms that, yes, there is a 616 Miles Morales. But, he’s a criminal who makes friends with Wilson Fisk (the Kingpin), and is so light-skinned there is no resemblance to his Black counterpart. He’s just the ambiguously brown stereotype. To brazenly imply that Miles Morales was, as a lot of folk were saying when the title was being published, “Sammy Sosa’ed”, is to imply that the story was tackling the subject of learned self-hatred, self-harm, and anti-Blackness and that somehow figured into 616 Miles’ narrative. Instead, this just atypical comic book racism played straight.

There’s little reason to even sympathize with 616 Miles Morales, and the point of sympathy is merely watching him cry over a woman named Barbra Rodriguez, a gallery curator, then use his criminal enterprise, namely the hired hand Taskmaster (which counts like a DC Comics reject tbh) facilitate a means for him to travel to another dimension to be with another Barbra – who presumably hasn’t met that universal equivalent of Miles Morales. For lack of a better word, 616 Miles Morales is probably the version of Miles Morales Bendis would’ve executed if he hadn’t killed Peter Parker (lbr). He’s a terrible character and a particularly woeful answer to a question better left hanging in the air.

There is no “Mary Jane Watson” for Miles Morales

Bendis’ attempts to provide Miles a love life has been – on all accounts – incredibly bad and unsurprisingly limited to white women. Jason Reynolds might be the only writer to tackle Miles Morales to even remotely consider that Miles’ dating pool might be predominantly Black – but, he’s also the only Black writer to tackle the character, so therein lay the problem.

One of the biggest issues with trying to shack Miles up with a girlfriend is that his character has never been allowed to mature. Where Peter Parker (in the 616 universe, anyhow) was allowed to graduate High School and go to College before he started any serious romantic relationships (Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane) or flirtations (Felicia Hardy) and was, therefore an adult where more adult situations could occur, Miles is a teenage boy who’s mind arguably would change like the four winds about girls, but this is never reflected or explored in his title.

Add to the fact that there were no longstanding female characters in his mythology, no one Bendis planned on introducing was going to work. Then there’s the fact that most readers were probably rooting for Miles and Ganke Lee to hook up as opposed to dropping a female character on him – because they liked their dynamic and most were content to compare their relationship to Peter/Mary Jane anyway. But Marvel was gonna pull the trigger on that in the same way neither Miles or Miguel O’Hara will ever get their big media break in something that isn’t a animated film (Into the Spider-Verse), or television series usurped from them (Spider-Man Unlimited).

Early issues of Ultimate Comics Spider-Man (namely issues #12 and #19) preluded the character who would later become Ultimate Kate Bishop – Katie Bishop. Katie Bishop would play a supporting role as a then fourteen year old Miles’ girlfriend – a year after the death of Rio Morales – from issue #23 of UCSM until the end of Miles Morales: The Ultimate Spider-Man (which was only thirteen issues long). But, the persisting issue with Katie Bishop is that – unlike Mary Jane Watson (in almost any iteration of Peter Parker’s story) – she was never given any proper build-up or development as someone who would be important to Miles’ arc before the romancing starts.

She’s just dropped into the middle of his story, and audience is supposed to accept it. Then, Bendis and co. ultimately decide the only way to make this character interesting is make her the daughter of Neo-Nazi and a Neo-Nazi herself who follows the Ultimate version of Hydra. Instead of building any kind of goodwill with the reader, Bendis poisons the well altogether and sabotages the character and this was way before the bullshit he, Nick Spencer, and other writers would pull that would lead to creation of Nazi Captain America (el-oh-fucking-el).

The second attempt to give Miles a love interest was in the misfire series All-New Ultimates, wherein a fourteen year old Miles began flirting with the idea of messing around with, for all intents and purposes, a grown-ass woman named Diamondback – highlighting one of the major issues with why Miles and Romance subplots never work out. Following Miles’ move to the 616 universe, Bendis and whoever was responsible for the Spider-Gwen title tried to establish an Instant Oatmeal romance between a eighteen year old Gwen Stacy and a now fifteen/sixteen year old Miles Morales that was both misguided (Bendis really tried to justify it with the line “I’ll be seventeen in a month!” fuckin’ creep), gross and flat-out boring.

Bendis, has, summarily struck out two times in his lack of effort to create a version of “Mary Jane Watson” for Miles Morales. One was underdeveloped (Kate), the other was outright creepy and his living out the fantasy of fucking Gwen Stacy. Michel Fife’s (the writer of All-New Ultimates) creepy and halfhearted attempt to give Miles a “Black Cat” equivalent unilaterally failed with the end of the title itself. Spider-Men II, unfortunately, is Bendis’ third and final miss in the pursuit of Miles Morales’ love life and it’s a big part of why – outside of the whitewashing – Spider-Man II fails as a story.

Bendis attempts to posit that – for every universe that has a Miles Morales, there is a woman named Barbra Rodriguez that he will ultimately fall in love with. 616 Miles Morales’ entire narrative motivation – which renders 1610 Miles Morales’ side of the story completely irrelevant and void – in Spider-Man II is to escape to another universe where there is a Barbra Rodriguez, because his version of Barbra Rodriguez has died. But in the same universe (616) there’s a younger 616 Barbra Rodriguez that just shows up for no reason for 1610 Miles to swoon over. It’s so groan inducing.

Like Ultimate Kate Bishop, as an idea, Barbra Rodriguez isn’t a bad one per se. The issue is, like Ultimate Kate Bishop, that Barbra Rodriguez is dropped into the lap of the reader and expected be swallowed wholesale. In a series of panels illustrated by a perpetually bored Sara Pichelli (who’s interpretation of Miles has become, honestly, more and more ape-like than anything resembling the stellar character design she and David Marquez started out with, but only Marquez remained faithful to before his departure from Miles’ story) in something that resembles the image of the conceited little girl from Monster House selling Halloween candy to a neighborhood she doesn’t live in, the reading audience is meant to believe Miles falls in love with Barbra.

Barbra Rodriguez is a painfully unwritten and boring character to the point where I don’t think you can call her a character – just a prop for a half-baked romance subplot that doesn’t involve the version of Miles Morales readers have picked the book up for. As a character, she brings nothing to the table, as a prop she’s not even interesting. Bendis tries to pull the Star Crossed Lovers Xena-level Soulmates position without ever earning it and as a result Barbra is forgettable. Maybe if he actually introduced her in his last outing for Miles instead of creating a walking stereotype of a grandmother, this might’ve worked better. As it is, Barbra Rodriguez is a last minute thought the story itself fails to capitalize on for anything other than manpain.

Miles Morales isn’t Peter Parker, so naturally, he will never have a Mary Jane Watson. Not even on a metaphorical level, or for the sake of comparison. I honestly think that the only character, if it had to be a woman and not Ganke Lee, that would’ve worked, would probably be Bombshell (Lana Baumgartner). She’s the only female character within his age group he’s actually interacted with and established a genuine relationship.

616 Peter Parker is an Asshole

Peter Parker’s interaction with a then thirteen year old Miles Morales was a fairly fun read. I liked the idea of Peter indirectly promoting himself to temporary mentor because he’s a grown man overly worried about the fact that someone far younger he was superheroing and largely in the memory of even younger version of himself – who he can’t quite deal with being dead (because it’s him). It was cute. The rationale behind Peter’s actions made sense, and it didn’t overstay its welcome.

Peter in Spider-Men II is a jerk for almost no reason. Because the narrative begins in medias res, with Miles and Peter arguing about how they got tied upside down, the reader spends a great deal of their time wondering why the hell Peter is being so antagonistic with Miles – to the point where he bluntly tells Miles that his being Spider-Man was a “mistake”.

Spider-Men II does not really answer this question – but instead spends the bulk of its first two issues being evasive about the issue altogether (because issues #3 and #4 are dedicated to 616 Miles Morales and his relationships with Barbra and Kingpin, with issue #5 “wrapping” things up for 616 Miles). Recapping that Peter Parker searched and presumably found Miles Morales in his universe before the implosion of the UM, Spider-Men II then has Peter pretending to help Miles locate the 616 version of himself, going as far enlisting the help of Jessica Jones – who summarily tells them there are no traces of a Miles Morales equivalent to even be worried about.

Because the reader is either meant to believe or knows that Peter is lying or being dishonest with Miles, a lot of their dynamic is artificial. Whatever Bendis managed to capture with the first crossover event between the two characters has vanished altogether. A lot of the time Peter Parker – who I keep forgetting is basically a diet soda version of Tony Stark, right down to wearing an armored suit with a glowing symbol and owning his own billion dollar franchise (Parker Industries) – comes off as condescending and a spandex wearing asshole. An asshole operates on the belief that he has the right and authority to tell a now fifteen year old Miles Morales when and when he can’t be Spider-Man.

Even weirder, instead of shutting that nonsense down, Miles takes it on the chin is more less like, “aww, gee, I guess you’re right, I’ll go be depressed now” even as Peter offers him a half-hearted apology and Miles can only say “well, you said it”. It’s the equivalent of Cyclops telling Storm she can’t be the leader of the X-Men, but without the holy retribution of Cyclops being smote with lightning. Like, I spend a grand bulk of this series – which doesn’t even legitimately resolve or explore the fraught dynamic between the two – wishing Peter Parker would fall into a hole and die. Peter Parker’s character in this title is downright insufferable. I miss John Romita Jr. and that other guy’s Peter Parker, but I hear he died in the Civil War.

MISSED OPPORTUNITIES

Behind all the mess that is the core of Spider-Men II, there was a fairly interesting idea to explore. Bendis really could’ve focused on how the two Miles Morales dealt with existing in the same space. He could’ve dealt with how Miles was coping with having his mother back, and living in a universe that was not his own – and how the death of the Ultimate Marvel universe affected him.

If he had established Barbra Rodriguez before this miniseries, he could’ve actually dedicated the time barely spent on her to simply furthering the relationship that should’ve started way before this story.

As it stands? 1610 Miles Morales and his exploits are more or less an afterthought to the core of the story itself. Peter Parker is a billionaire asshole throughout most of the plot and honestly not even required to tell the story. You can remove him from any and all plot points involving the “who is 616 Miles Morales?”, Jessica Jones, and the conflicts with Taskmaster, and nothing would change. He is irrelevant.

There’s too much time spent on the whitewashed version of Miles Morales – something that both hinders and illustrates just how far gone Bendis’ writing for Miles has diminished since 2013. 616 Miles Morales wasn’t a bad idea, but the execution of the character is fairly horrendous and racist.

Almost no one talked about Spider-Men II when it was released, almost in the same way there was barely an eye bated when the confusingly branded Spider-Man title (Miles’s 616 outing) was released in 2016 (beyond the “who cares if I’m Black?” bullshit). Everyone was talking about Spider-Men and Ultimate Comics Spider-Man when they were released, a lot of people liked it, some didn’t, but it was rather an indicator of its quality. The almost unilateral silence even Miles Morales fans visited upon Spider-Man and Spider-Men II rather speaks volumes of how bad it got.

I don’t recommend this to anyone who is a Miles Morales fan. You’re better off pretending Spider-Men never got a sequel.

#miles morales #peter parker #brian michael bendis #spider men ii #whitewashing #media: long posts #ultimate miles meta #series: spider men ii #year: 2017 #writer: brian michael bendis #creative: sara pichelli #616 miles morales #616 barbra rodriguez #1610 barbra rodriguez #1610 taskmaster #616 peter parker #616 jessica jones

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team 1: peace keepers

anna marie / rogue

natasha romanoff / black widow

bucky barnes / the winter soldier

barbara gordon / batgirl

jubilation lee / jubilee

gamora

hal jordan / green lantern

richard grayson / nightwing

jessica cruz / green lantern

lady sif

oliver queen / green arrow

peggy carter / agent carter

ororo munroe / storm

maria hill

mary jane watson

koriand’r / starfire

stephanie brown / spoiler

tony stark / iron man

groot

donna troy / wondergirl

kate bishop / hawkeye

charles xavier / professor x

remy lebeau / gambit

thor odinson

amora / enchantress

miles morales / spider-man

barry allen / the flash

peter parker / spider-man

howard stark

cassie sandsmark / wonder girl

dinah lance / black canary

t’challa / black panther

miguel o’hara / spider-man 2099

steve trevor

courtney whitmore / stargirl

felicia hardy / black cat

emma frost / white queen

freddy freeman / captain marvel jr.

scott summers / cyclops

bruce wayne / batman

matt murdock / daredevil

mera / aquawoman

illyana rasputin / magik

karen page

doreen green / squirrel girl

frank castle / punisher

helena bertinelli / huntress

garfield logan / beast boy

jane foster

lois lane

kitty pryde / shadowcat

team 2: hell raisers

raven darkholme / mystique

pietro maximoff / quicksilver

irene adler / destiny

shayera thal / hawkgirl

daisy johnson / quake

lorna dane / polaris

pamela isley / poison ivy

harleen quinzel / harley quinn

diana prince / wonder woman

cassandra lang / stature

jessica drew / spider-woman

loki laufeyson / kid loki

steve rogers / captain america

wanda maximoff / scarlet witch

carol danvers / captain marvel

gwen poole / gwenpool

the joker

scott lang / ant-man

jimmy hudson / wolverine ii

erik lehnsherr / magneto

lisa snart / golden glider

laura kinney / x-23

alex summers / havok

danny rand / iron fist

reed richards / mr. fantastic

komand’r / blackfire

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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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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 8

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy! Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: SMUTTY, Fluff, she/her pronouns

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Miguel and Felicia become busy with mission and trying to keep their affair a secret.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

Life had undeniably gotten busy for Miguel as he, LYLA, and Jessica investigated the Vault break-in. This meant he had only been able to see Felicia a few times in passing. Days were long and nights were restless for Miguel. He missed exploring Felicia's body with his lips and hands, missed the way she teased him, the way she'd get so passionate when upset.

Felicia also couldn't help but miss bickering with Miguel until his eyes turned that sexy shade of red or watching him strut around the Spider Society with such intensity. A month ago, Felicia would have been over the moon to find out she didn't have to see Miguel for a whole 12 days, but now, she dreads it. The only good thing to come out of this was that Felicia was finally able to go back home now that she had her new suit and watch.

New York, Earth-192

The window creaked as Felicia opened it, gracefully slipping inside. Once she found herself in the comforting embrace of her bedroom, she casually tossed her mask onto the bed. A quick touch to the spider emblem on her chest initiated the process of removing her sleek black suit. Now in her underwear, she sauntered over to the kitchen, hunger gnawing at her after the mission's exertion.

Felicia yanked open the refrigerator door, her curious eyes scanning the contents. The fridge held nothing more than a motley collection of condiments and a carton of oat milk that might have seen better days.

She leaned against the cool kitchen counter, a sigh escaping her lips. Eventually, she decided it was time to return to Nueva York after her week-long absence. Swiftly, she changed into her lacy black underwear, harboring a glimmer of hope that she might get lucky with Miguel.

Nueva York, Earth-928

"Felicia!" Margo and Julia cheer at their table in the cafeteria, waving her over. "Come here! It's been forever!"

"Hey," Felicia said with a sheepish smile as she slid into the seat next to Julia. "Sorry, I haven't been around recently." She casually reached over and swiped a forkful of side salad from Julia's tray, earning an amused scolding from her friend.

"Did Miguel scare you out of Nueva York too?" Margo says with a giggle.

"Something like that..." Felicia mumbles as she shoves in a bite.

Margo raises an eyebrow curiously, sensing that there might be more to Felicia's story. "Oh? Do tell! Did you two get into a nasty fight again?" she prompts, genuinely interested in their drama.

"A lady never tells," she says with a smirk. "Imma head out, I'll catch you two later," Felicia says as she slips out of the booth seat.

As Felicia wandered the halls of the penthouse wing, a hand suddenly reached out to grab her arm. Startled, she swiftly turned back, only to be met with the sight of none other than Peter Parker. Without hesitation, she yanked her arm out of his grasp and, with her free hand, delivered a swift punch to his jaw.

"Ouch! Fuck! Again?" He curses as he cradles his throbbing jaw.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Heat enveloped her body as anger coursed through her.

"I work here, remember?" Peter snaps. "I'm the one who got you in here, don't forget that!"

"What do you want, Peter?" She spits out.

"You've been ignoring my calls."

Felicia scoffs in his face, "I blocked you months ago."

"Yeah, but that never stopped you before." He shrugs. "You stopped meeting at our spot."

"I told you, it's over! No more booty calls, no more late-night chats, nothing! I don't want anything to do with you," Felicia declared as she turned around, her voice firm and resolute. She was about to storm off when Peter couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh, I see how it is!" Peter's tone was laced with a seething anger, his words simmering with resentment. "You used me to infiltrate the Spider Society!"

Typically, Felicia would dismiss such a claim, but this time it struck a nerve with her, causing her to come to an abrupt halt. "Excuse me?"

She gives Peter the opportunity to backtrack, instead, he puffs his chest to speak wholeheartedly. "You used me like the manipulative bitch you are!"

"You, have no fucking right to accuse me! You wanted me to join all this in the first place. You're the one that wanted me to change! Don't you think for one god damned second that I used you just to 'infiltrate' the Spider Society! I have finally found people here who actually like me for who I am and my skills. I'm not just a late-night fuck to make themselves feel like a better man. So you can just crawl back into your pathetic little hole, that you like to call your girlfriend, and drop dead!" She stormed off, leaving Peter to stand alone, his face scoffed in anger, and his eyes full of rage.

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As Felicia approaches the door of Miguel's penthouse, she skillfully employs the EMPs embedded in her claws to disrupt the door's security, causing it to hiss open effortlessly for her. Inside, she heads directly to Miguel's well-stocked pantry and fridge, rummaging for a quick snack to appease her growling stomach.

After satisfying her hunger, Felicia decides it's time to wash the day's grime away. She heads to the bathroom, turning on the water for a long, hot shower. The soothing cascades of water wash away the sweat and dirt, leaving her feeling refreshed, revitalized, and smelling like Miguel.

Dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped around her, Felicia proceeds to rummage through Miguel's closet for a suitable change of clothing and to be her nosey self. She selects an old sweater, paired with her lacy black underwear, before doing a twirl in the mirror.

Meanwhile, Miguel made his way back to the penthouse, completely exhausted from today's work. He felt like every Spider-Person known to man had needed him for something today, on top of all the paperwork, supervising, and three different missions that he was needed for today. The man was purely exhausted. The door to the penthouse slid open, and Miguel made his way to his couch. He let his body drop onto the couch, running his fingers through his hair and over his face in pure exhaustion.

"Hey there, stranger," Felicia emerged from his room, slowly sauntering down the stairs toward Miguel on the couch. Miguel looked over at the sound of her voice and watched as she made her way over to him, now standing directly in front of him. It took him little time to notice that all she wore was nothing but an older shirt of his, practically cascading down her body like an oversized dress. The tip of her hip barely showed above the pair of black lacy underwear she was wearing. Miguel sat back to fully take in the view.

"Do I even want to know how you managed to get into my apartment?" he asked with a knowing smile. She pretended to ponder her answer for a moment, looking up as if the answer were written across the ceiling. She looked back down at him, a wide smile spreading across her face, as she shook her head 'no'.

Felicia took notice of how tired he actually looked and decided to take a seat by straddling Miguel's lap. Her fingers started to rub smoothing scratches along his scalp, sending his head lolling back onto the couch.

"What's troubling my Spider today?" The possessive nickname causes Miguel's cock to jump with excitement.

"Just a... long day today." He frowns.

Felicia nods in understanding before her famous crocodile smile makes its way across her lips. "If there was only some kind of way to help my Big Spider feel better, I would do it in a heartbeat... that is if he asked nicely." She teases, grinding onto his lap just enough to make his hands grip tightly onto her waist.

Miguel leans up from the couch, arms now fully wrapped around her body, and says nothing, but sweetly and desperately kisses her. Felicia smiles from the sweet sentiment, before sliding herself off his waist, grabbing his hands in an assist to pull him off the couch. He follows her movements, gradually standing up and following her as she walks him back into the bedroom, his eyes never once leaving her eyes as they walk. She enters the room first, the backs of her knees hitting the edge of the bed as she looks up at him seductively. He lets go of their hands and instead places them onto the edges of her shirt, slowly lifting the material, and exposing her breasts. His warm palm presses against them softly, as his thumb rubs soft circles against the feel of her soft skin.

Felicia sighs longingly at the feeling of his hand touching her body, before suddenly climbing backwards onto his bed. She leans back laying her head on the plush pillows, her legs spread out in order to make room for the large man to enter, or rather her large man.

Miguel follows her lead, placing a knee right in between her thighs, slowly placing his elbows on either side of her head. He leans down to her, his lips only inches away from touching hers. He softly kisses her on the tip of her nose, before finally connecting his lips to hers in a long-awaited kiss.

"You look so perfect under me, Hermosa." Miguel groans as he leans down for another kiss.

Felicia slowly brings her hands up from the bed, making her way over his suit as he slowly kisses her more and more with each passing second. She starts at his hips tracing up to his belly button, before placing a flat palm against his stomach, reveling in the feel of his abs with how they stretch and move with each breath he takes.

Miguel's cock twitches at the feeling of Felicia's fingers wandering his body. The slow, sensual kissing, quickly heats up at a faster pace. Felicia can't seem to get enough of him, and Miguel can't seem to get enough of her. She starts to feel the all too familiar heat between her legs, now needing more of the friction he was giving her before. She starts to slowly grind herself onto his knee, still resting in between her legs, her toes curling in anticipation and want, even more with need.

"You're so wet for me, baby." Miguel moans into her lips.

Miguel pulls away suddenly, causing the woman beneath him to let out a groan of protest. She quickly stops as she watches his suit retract, revealing his chiseled body. Quickly Miguel returns to Felicia's lips, only for a short few kisses before reaching down to pull her shirt above her head as well. Their bodies are both hot to the touch the more they grind on one another, their kissing turns more feverish as they can now touch and feel each other's heated skin.

Miguels suddenly moves his kisses down her body. He kisses her chin, making his way down to her neck softly sucking onto the skin there. He smiles into it when he feels Felicia start to stretch her neck for him for better access. He leaves her neck, moving down to hover over the black lacy bra she wears, pushing her breasts together as if perfectly made for his eyes only. He kisses the tops of each of her breasts, then traces his lips along her stomach in feathery light kisses, before finally reaching his destination of the matching cotton panties she wore. He kisses his way around her panties and travels along the inside of her thighs with his lips. Felicia now sits up slightly in anticipation, her breaths shallow, Miguel taking pride in how her breasts move up and down with each impatient breath she takes.

"I need you." Miguel moans as he tosses her panties across the room, and returns to grind his cock into her pussy. "Fuck." He pants, throwing Felicia's bra across the room.

"Miguel, I need it," Felicia whines, the feeling of his lips on her neck, making her even more wet.

Felicia gasps, causing Miguel to turn around, finding LYLA floating next to them. He panics, throwing the duvet over their naked bodies. "LYLA!" He growls. "What are you doing!"

LYLA stands there unfazed. "Is this sex?"

"It was about to be." Felicia rolls her eyes playfully.

Meanwhile, Miguel doesn't take the interruption as well as Felicia. "LYLA it better be an emergency or I'm powering you down!"

"Not an emergency, per se, Margo Kess and a few other spider-people in the lab had a bit of a malfunction when testing some Vault security systems. I handled the disaster!" LYLA quickly added, knowing grumpy Miguel wouldn't take it well. "They'd like your input and it could help with the investigation."

Miguel groans before commanding his suit to pixilate over his naked form. "I'm sorry, Felicia, rain check?"

"Of course." She says with a seductive wink, watching Miguel stand from the bed.

"So... are you two... together?" A grin begins to appear on LYLA's face.

Felicia looks to Miguel to respond. "Taking it slow." The blue and red mask looks to Felicia for reassurance. "So... Yes. We are. Just keep it under wraps or I will delete your code." He threatens.

LYLA chuckles to herself, knowing full well how big of a hypocrite Miguel is. "Yeah, Yeah, it's a secret. I won't lecture you on why this is wrong."

Miguel heads for the bedroom door to leave before stopping and running back to Felicia. His mask disappears as he pulls Felicia in for one last passionate kiss. "I'll be back to finish what we started, gatita." He whispers against her lips.

Holding the duvet up to her chest to help keep some modesty, Felicia smiles softly as she watches Miguel rush out of the bedroom, engaged in a heated exchange with LYLA.

"Have you two had sex before? Wait- do you do it a lot? Oh my god- How long have you two been having sex for?" Felicia chucks as LYLA interrogates Miguel through the penthouse.

"ENOUGH LYLA!"

Chapter 9

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 11

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy! Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff, Angsty, SMUT (oral, piv, office sex), Violence

Words: 2.6k

Summary: Peter begs Felicia to come back to him, but her heart belongs to someone else.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

Nueva York, Earth-928

Within the hidden sanctuary of the Spider Society, Felicia moves through the atrium with effortless confidence, her footsteps echoing along with the laughter and chatter of her peers. The familiar red of a passing Spider-Man's suit caught her eye, and she reacted instinctively, hoping to evade recognition. But it was too late.

"Really?" Spider-Man scolded as he watched Felicia actively avoiding him, the note of disappointment in his voice unmistakable.

With a heavy sigh, Felicia turned on her heels to face him, her expression a mix of exasperation and frustration. "You're the last person I want to talk to, Peter," she admitted, her words laced with bitterness.

Peter's eyes, usually warm and friendly, now burned with an anger that he couldn't contain. "We've known each other for how long? Over four years, now, and what? It means nothing to you?" His voice grew louder, drawing the attention of those around them.

Felicia glanced around, acutely aware of the curious eyes shifting in their direction. She put her hands out in a calming gesture, hoping to diffuse the tension. "Shhh!" She whispered sharply, her frustration mounting. "Oh my god, can you shut up? I don't want to talk about this right now."

"Yeah, and when are we gonna talk about this, Felicia?" Peter's frustration matched hers as he raised his voice once again.

Felicia turned around and began to walk away. "I have a meeting; I have to go," she said as she retreated.

As Peter watched her go, his anger unabated. "Go ahead! We all know how important you've become after exploiting me.” His words made Felicia grit her teeth together. “Keep walkin' like the bloodsucking leech you are!"

At her wit's end, Felicia stopped in her tracks, her emotions boiling over. She turned around and, without words, grabbed the front of Peter’s mask, her grip firm and determined. "You want to talk? Let's talk," she said, her voice a mixture of resolve and exasperation. She dragged him by the face to a more secluded area, far enough from the prying eyes of their peers, where they could talk.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She shouts, shoving his chest in anger, causing the Spider-Man to stumble back into a wall.

Peter's hands ripped off his mask, his usual expression, twisted into a sneer. "Haven't you missed this?" he taunted.

Felicia rolled her eyes and paced back and forth in front of him. "You're fucking disgusting," she spat out, her voice laden with frustration. "Why are you so obsessed with me? I've told you a million times that we're done."

Peter's arrogant grin began to fade, and he collected his thoughts, his desperation giving way to vulnerability. "I... miss you," he admitted, his voice tinged with raw longing.

"Awww," Felicia mocked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I see someone's remembered how toxic MJ is." She imitated MJ's voice, her tone exaggerated. "Spend time with me, Petey! Stop ditching our dinner dates to save the burning orphanage, Petey!"

Peter tried to pout but couldn't help a small smile from escaping. "Come on, Felicia," he sighed. "You can't say you don't miss this, us."

Felicia dropped her smirk, her expression earnest. "I can, Pete," she asserted firmly. "I mean it when I say that I've moved on."

"One more chance..." Peter pleaded, his voice cracking with vulnerability. "Please."

Felicia shook her head. "You really don't get it, do you? When was the last time you saw MJ?"

Peter's eyes began to wander as he searched for an answer. "Why's it even impor-"

"When?" Felicia pressed, her voice demanding an answer.

"This morning," Peter admitted.

"Where?" Felicia asked, her voice sharp and unyielding.

Peter hesitated for a moment before answering, his teeth gritted. "At her apartment."

Felicia nodded slowly, her gaze unwavering. "Don't ever accuse me of using you again!" She snapped, her frustration and resolve clear in her voice.

“You’re gonna regret this!” His voice raises as he struggles to maintain his anger.

“Suck my clit!” Felicia shouts as she walks away.

Peter stands his ground, watching her retreat. “You’re a selfish bitch, Felicia Hardy! You’ll never be a Spider-Woman! You’ll only ever be the other woman!”

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The sound of Felicia’s footsteps echoed through miguel’s office as she charged in.

“Hey, mi vida.” He greets her, standing from his chair. Instead of the usual preppy smile or devious smirk, he would get when with Felicia, Miguel was instead met by a serious and determined woman charging at him. “Woah, are you oka-”

Miguel was immediately cut off with a passionate kiss. Felicia’s hand gripped the collar of his suit while the other threaded into his hair, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Not complaining, Miguel picks her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist for a more intimate kiss. As Felicia became more desperate, she leaned her body further into him, causing Miguel to stumble back with a chuckle.

“What’s gotten into you.” He questions, breaking the kiss only for her to work on the soft spots of his neck.

“Rough day.” Felicia moans into his neck.

Miguel struggles with himself the sensation of Felicia sucking hickies on his neck making him needy, but knowing he needs to check on her. “Okay, okay, stop.” He reluctantly sighs.

“What why?” Felicia pouts.

“Is this because of your fight with one of the Peters?” Miguel innocently inquires.

Her heart drops at the mention of the argument. Hastily, she drops from Miguel’s arm to stand. “What are you talking about?” She plays off with a chuckle.

“Felicia,” Miguel chuckles. “I know when you’re pissed. I’ve had quite a lot of experience with pissed-off Felicia.” His hand reaches down to take hers, his eyes staring into her soul. “Talk to me.” He whispered.

“It’s just been a long week.” She sighs.

Miguel nods. “I understand, I’m here for you, you know. You don’t have to get into screaming matches with the other Spider-People.” He chuckles.

Felicia returns his smile. “Yeah, he was just annoying and I was pissy.” She shrugs.

Not quite satisfied with the answer, but willing to let it go, Miguel nods. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that, Hermosa.” He leans down to press a kiss on her forehead.

Felicia hops onto her tiptoes for another kiss.

“How sorry exactly?” She asks deviously.

“Very” kiss “very” kiss “very sorry.”

“Mmmm I don’t believe you, you might have to prove it for me.” She pulls away, starting to playfully walk backward, enticing him to follow her every step.

Miguel chuckles before darkly whispering, “Run, Hermosa.”

She lifts her eyebrows in a silent question, Miguel only replying with a stern nod, before Felicia bolts off towards the hall of his office giggling like a schoolgirl. Miguel only gives her a second head start before chasing after her.

Felicia was taken by surprise when Miguel suddenly swooped her up and threw her over his shoulder without warning before she could get to the end of the hall. She squealed in delight as he smacked her lightly on the ass, before gracefully laying her on his desk. Felicia laughed, her cheeks flushed with excitement, as Miguel started to playfully kiss her everywhere on her face. Quickly moving from the top of her head, her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, her chin, and back to her neck.

He blew raspberries on her pulse point, eliciting more laughter as he pulled back with a wide smile on his face. “I like hearing you laugh, sweet girl.” He hums, before slowly moving his lips back onto hers, for a more slow and passionate kiss. She reciprocates immediately, letting him slip his tongue inside her mouth, taking dominance. His hands slide up from her waist to her neck, his thumb rubbing over the edge of her jawline as he deepens the kiss even more, causing Felicia to whine in the kiss.

“I love it when you moan for me, chica linda (pretty girl). I bet it would sound even better if it was my name hmm? He suddenly rolls his hips into hers, causing her to audibly moan at the action.

Miguel’s fingers traced a path down Felicia’s neck, to her the spider emblem. His finger gently presses it, allowing the suit to loosen, allowing him to slowly peel it from her body. Miguel presses kisses to Felicia’s exposed skin, caressing her as he undresses her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. Without warning Felicia feels him insert a finger into her wet core. She gasps at the motion, her hips bucking without permission as she rolls her hips into his hand, her thighs squeezing against his wrist in anticipation.

“Ugnh, fuck!” She moans.

“You like this baby? You like me touching you like this?” Miguel hums as he watches her squirm below him.

“Yes!” Felicia screams as another finger enters inside of her, hitting her G-spot in a perfect rhythm.

“Say my name, Felicia,” Miguel growls. “I want to hear it from that bratty little mouth of yours”.

As his fingers pick up speed, Felicia lets out a low moan “Miguel.”

“Tsk tsk tsk not loud enough for me, baby.” He takes his thumb and runs it over her clit, her back arching again from the motion. “Louder.” He demands.

Felicia’s legs begin to shake as the pleasure becomes too much. “M-Miguel!” She screams.

“You close?” Miguel’s cock begins to ache in his suit. “I need you to cum for me, pretty girl. Gotta cum so I can fuck that pretty pussy of yours. Don't you want me to fill you up?” Felicia’s moans grow louder as Miguel’s words bring her closer to her orgasm. “Cum for me.” He demands as he begins to kiss her neck.

Unable to hold it any longer, Felicia cums, screaming Miguel's name. Before her orgasm could finish, she felt Miguel flip her over, her face, now pressed into to cold glass of his desk. Miguel’s suit retracts around his cock, letting it free from its confines. Slowly, Miguel pushes the tip of his swollen cock into her. Felicia moans as she feels her walls stretching around him to accommodate his huge size.

“Fuck, baby.” She cries as he bottoms out in her.

Miguel’s hand comes up to wrap around her throat, tilting her head back slightly to look at him. “I’m not giving your pussy any mercy, understand?” Felicia's head nods, desperate to be fucked. “Words, gatita.” Miguel gowls.

“Yes, Miguel,” Felicia whispers as his hand squeezes a little tighter around her throat.

Felicia saw Miguel smirk before he pulls out completely and slams his cock back in her. She lets out as scream as the head hits her G-spot. Miguel does this a few times before picking up speed. Their moans and the wet sounds of their fucking echo throughout Miguel’s office.

“Oh, fuck, chiquita!” Miguel groans and bites his bottom lip as he watches his cock piston in and out of her tight pussy. His cock glistened with her cum. “You’re so tight, fuck!”

“Y-you getting close?” Felicia whined as she gripped onto the edge of the desk for dear life.

“Ye-yeah!” Miguel huffed out, his pace still relentless, desperate to cum. “Want me to fill you up, baby?”

Her toes curled as he fucked her deeper, the sounds of him whimpering and grunting making her even closer. “Please!” She cried. “I need it!”

“Yeah? How bad?” The fingers that were gripped on Felicia’s waist, now playing with her clit.

Felicia screams at the extra sensation. “Fuck! I need it! Pl-please!” She pleaded.

Miguel’s jaw dropped as his fangs dripped with venom, watching it drip onto her back and down her ass. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up.” He groans. “Cum, baby girl, cum.” He pleads.

Felicia’s body quivers as she cums, her throbbing pussy, triggers Miguel's orgasm. He can feel the vibrations of her moans as his clawed hand squeezes her throat. He hunches over her body, venom still dripping from his fangs as he fills her to the brink with his cum. The two spend a moment like this, their panting filling the office.

Miguel places a gentle, tender kiss to Felicia’s shoulder before carefully pulling out, trying his best not to make a mess. “Are you okay?” He asks running his hands along her skin soothingly.

“Oh, I’m better than okay.” Felicia hums as she moves to stand.

“Careful.” Miguel chuckles as her legs give out for a moment, and extends his arms to help her.

Felicia turns in his arms, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. “You’re so fucking hot.” She coos.

Miguel couldn't help but smirk, a mixture of affection and desire in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss Felicia once again. Their lips met with a fiery passion that threatened to consume them both. After they pulled apart, he shifted his attention to her discarded suit. With a tender touch, he began to slide the sleek, black-and-white fabric over her weary body. The suit embraced her form, accentuating her curves and the strength that lay beneath. His hands lingered over her shoulders, his touch a gentle caress that seemed to soothe her worn-out body.

“Wanna go back to my place?” He asks, caressing her cheek with admiration.

Felicia grinned, “And do what?” Her eyes squinting at him teasingly.

Miguel smirks once again before shrugging. “Eat dinner? Have more sex? Take a bath? Maybe have more sex after that?” She giggles as her arms wrap around his neck, bringing his face close to hers. “What do you think?”

“I think you’ll have to carry me there.”

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A soft, affectionate smile played on Miguel's lips as he looked down at the peaceful sight of Felicia, nestled against his bare chest, deep in her sleep. With tenderness, he brushed aside a stray strand of her hair before leaning down to press a gentle, lingering kiss to her forehead.

Miguel’s gaze then shifted to the window, where the first light of dawn was beginning to paint the sky with its soft hues. In that serene moment, with Felicia resting in his arms, the world outside seemed to hold its breath, allowing the two of them to share a quiet and intimate moment.

The quiet rumble emanating from Felicia's empty stomach disrupted the peaceful stillness of the room. Miguel couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle to himself. He decided it was the perfect opportunity to surprise her with breakfast. With great care not to disturb her slumber, he gently slipped out of bed, before putting on his suit. Miguel leaned down, his lips tenderly brushing against Felicia's cheek as he placed a loving kiss on her sleeping form. With great care, he pulled the duvet up to keep her warm in his absence and gave modestly to her body as she wore his sweater and underwear. Quietly, he slipped out of the penthouse, heading for the cafeteria downstairs. A delightful morning meal promised to be his way of showing his affection for Felicia, a small yet meaningful way to express his feelings for her.

Felicia was still lost in the tranquility of dreams when a sudden and oppressive sense of suffocation jolted her awake. Her eyes shot open, wide with panic, and she gasped for breath, her chest heaving as her body surged with adrenaline.

In the dim light of her room, a shrouded figure loomed over her, a malevolent presence that sent shivers down her spine. Their hands, cold and unrelenting, closed around her throat, constricting her breath and leaving her gasping for air. The sensation of choking, of being utterly defenseless, sent a wave of terror through her.

Desperation and fear filled her 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 to end her…

Chapter 12

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 4

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: SMUT (no piv), Angst, She/Her Pronouns, Enemies to Lovers, Slowish Burn

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Felicia goes on a date with Web-Slinger, but Miguel doesn't like it for some reason. Why? He hates her, right?

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

Nueva York, Earth-838

“And Spider-Cat brought in a whopping 57 criminals in one night,” Jessica informed Miguel as she jotted down her notes. “Did you and Felicia rip each other apart last night? I mean, you know you don’t have to train them. Web-Slinger’s expressed plenty of times how much he’s been waiting to join me in training recruits.”

Miguel shakes his head towards Jessica. “No. We didn’t kill each other… it was actually... pretty nice.” Jessica makes a mental note of the way Miguel smiles as he recalls the night. “Felicia was incredible, she brought in 34 criminals and made sure each and every victim was okay. It’s like she's been doing this all her life.”

“Hmmm.” Jessica nods, trying to understand what else must have happened in order for Miguel to act so cheerful, compared to yesterday. “Well, you can take a back seat now and focus on the other universes. I think I'm gonna take Web-Slinger on as a trainer, he’s been expressing wanting to take on bigger roles.”

“No, no, I don't mind helping out.”

“I think you're scaring the recruits, though.”

Miguel sighs, “I’ll back off a bit, but I like training and they should get used to it. I'm the boss.”

Jessica shrugs, “Whatever you want, Miguel. I'm gonna go bring Web-Slinger on, still.”

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Felicia walks into the crowded dining hall to grab her usual latte before work. She needed a pick-me-up after last night's adventures. After ordering she goes to the pick-up bar to wait, watching the masked baristas make her drink.

“Black coffee for Web-Slinger!” A barista shouts to the waiting customers.

“Pardon, ma'am.” Felicia is taken aback as she turns to meet a masked horse and his masked rider.

She quickly moves out of the way, watching as he leans down to grab his cup of coffee. “Quite the entrance you two made there," Felicia said, a sly grin on her face as she leaned against the pick-up bar, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I can’t say I’ve seen a Spider-Man and their trusty steed in a coffee shop before."

The masked rider couldn't help but return a playful smirk. "Well, we do try to make an entrance wherever we go," he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice.

“Iced Latte for Night Spider!” The barista shouts prompting Felicia to grab her drink.

The horse's rider, whose mask concealed most of his face, had an air of confidence about him as he gracefully dismounted. “Would you like to join me?” He asks, taking the reins into his gloved hands.

Felicia smiles flirtatiously, “Only if you let me ride bareback.”

Web-Slinger and Felicia walk to an empty table that overlooks the sights of Nueva York.

The Web-Slinger pulls out the red chair for Felicia, for her to sit in before sitting across from her. “I don't believe I’ve seen you around.” The man says.

“I’m relatively new.” She shrugs taking a sip from her straw.

“Ahh, so you must be part of the group I’m gonna start training, huh.”

“I already know everythin’ I need to know, cowboy” Felicia winks.

Web-Slinger leans over the table and with a whisper, says, “I’m sure there's plenty I can teach you, little lady.”

The sound of Felicia’s laugh catches the attention of Miguel and LYLA as they walk to the gym. Miguel smiles to himself realizing he's rarely heard Felicia laugh. Wanting to see what all the fuss was, he followed the sound of her laughter through the dining hall to see her and Web-Slinger and Felicia leaned in close over the small table, sharing a quiet exchange before both of them suddenly burst into laughter. It was a casual moment, nothing too significant, but for some reason, Miguel felt an unexpected surge of anger.

"I don't know if you know this," Felicia remarked, her voice playful, "but I'm an environmental activist. I prefer to save a horse n' ride a cowboy." She winked at Web-Slinger.

Miguel, unamused, interrupted with a deadpan expression. "Hardy."

Felicia slowly leaned away from the cowboy and turned her attention to Miguel. "O'Hara," she purred, her tone laden with innuendo.

Miguel shifted his gaze, his voice carrying a note of annoyance. "We're meeting in 5 minutes."

Felicia maintained her sultry demeanor. "I know, big boy. I'll be there."

The two locked eyes in a heated stare until Web-Slinger, noticing the tension, interjected, "Everythin' okay between you two?"

Felicia gave Miguel a devious smile. "Never better," she replied, her tone filled with mischief. "I guess I'll head over to the gym. Thanks for being eye candy," she told Web-Slinger with a flirtatious parting glance.

“Were goin’ the game way, darlin’, why don't you ride Widow with me?” He says as he stands.

Felicia smirks as she sauntered over to the cowboy. “I thought you'd never ask.”

Felicia gracefully mounts the horse, her curves accentuated by the tight spider suit she wore. Her long silver hair cascaded down her back as she adjusted the reins and settled into the saddle. With a gentle but firm grasp, she held onto the reins. She leaned forward against Widow’s next, her breasts touching the saddle horn, and held eye contact with Miguel as she brought her right hand out to stroke the horse's neck, sweetly saying, “Good boy”. Once Web-Slinger hopped on behind her he kept his hands along her waist. He gave Widow a quick kick, the horse moving from a walk into a slow, sultry trot, glancing back with a smirk as she rode away. Leaving Miguel's jaw tightens as he attempts to comprehend what had just happened.

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“Good afternoon, recruits!” LYLA said with her cheery voice. “You all did fantastic last night. Since training is wrapping up and you'll soon be full-fledged members of the Spider Society, for the next few days we have some of our top veterans that you can shadow and work one-on-one with until graduation! Feel free to roam about and interview Spider Society members! LYLA said before glitching away.

Recruits excitedly wandered around the gym and to the cafeteria to the various experts for help. Felicia didn’t need to do much wandering as she had her eyes set on a certain cowboy.

Felicia waited behind Julia as she fangirled over one of her favorite Spider heroes. “I’d be happy to let you shadow me, ma'am. Meet me here tomorrow night, okay?”

Julia nodded excitedly, “of course, Sir! Thank you!”

“Now if you'll excuse me.” The cowboy says, tipping his hat as he moves past Julia to where Felicia stands.

“Hey, Cowboy.” She smirked, leaning against the wall.

Web-Slinger places his forearm on the area above her head, using it to lean on. “You lookin’ for a teacher?”

Felicia shrugs, “I don't know, you teachin’ cowboy?”

“Yes, ma'am. I can take you out to the bar upstairs to study. How does that sound, gorgeous?”

Miguel couldn't seem to concentrate on the line of recruits interviewing him while Felicia and Web-Slinger were standing so obnoxiously close on the other side of the gym. It was too noisy to completely understand their conversation with his super hearing, but from what he could gather, it sounded as if they were going on a date.

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New York, Earth-192

Felicia meticulously adhered to the event's dress code, selecting an elegant formal outfit. She stood before the mirror, her gaze scrutinizing her appearance. Her sleek, black dress clung to her figure, accentuating her curves, and she took a moment to ensure everything fell just right. She focused on the way her ass looked in it, turning back around, she checked her hair she let it down, before placing her mask over her eyes. “Hot.” She states, seeing at the final look.

Felicia cast a quick glance at the time, realizing that it was time to make her departure. In a hurry, she snatched up her watch, deftly input the coordinates for Nueva York, and activated the portal. With a sense of purpose and confidence, she stepped into the shimmering gateway.

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Nueva York, Earth-838

Felicia takes the elevator to the 102nd floor. As the doors open, the sound of jazz music and laughter mixed with the smells of alcohol and cigars makes Felicia feel like she was back in her Black Cat days, robbing rich men at fancy bars. As she saunters towards to bar, she spots the red spider bandana paired with a black button-up and slacks.

“Hey, Cowboy.” She hums, catching the man’s attention.

“My, my, my…” The Web-Slinger stands, removing his hat as he admires Felicia. “You're a sight, darlin’.”

Felicia feels her cheeks heat up at his reaction. “I hope you are ready to study.” She teases.

“I'm ready to do a lot more than studying.” He whispers in her ear as he pushes Felicia’s stool in.

“What can I get you two tonight?” The masked bartender asked.

“A vodka martini please,” Felicia says, leaning on the bar, letting her breasts shine.

“And a whisky for me.” Web-Slinger tips his hat to the bartender.

Felicia swivels in her stool to look directly at the handsome cowboy. “So, cowboy, what’s your real name?”

“Patrick.”

“Hmm… I like Cowboy better. Now, aren't you gonna tell me about the Spider Society?”

Meanwhile, Miguel and Ben took a seat in the armchairs near the fireplace. Miguel leaned back, scanning the bar area subtly, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Felicia and Patrick at the bar, engrossed in their conversation.

"I didn't even know this bar existed, Sir," Ben remarked, his voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Miguel nodded, keeping an eye on Felicia while maintaining a calm demeanor. "It's a hidden gem, Ben. We like to have nice amenities for the spider-people who work and live here full time. Now, remember, patience is key in our line of work. Just observe, listen, and let me know if anything unusual happens."

“Is something going down here?” Ben said excitedly.

Miguel shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “No. Consider it training. For example, look! Felcia’s here-”

“Holy shit she looks hot-” Ben is cut off by a smack to the head from Miguel.

“Shut the fuck up.” He yells in a whisper. “You said you wanted me to train you, you wanna learn or not?” Ben nods slowly, like a sad puppy. “Our goal is to observe Felicia, see what she doing here, maybe find out what she's talking about.”

“Well, she’s eating those olives very seductively,” Ben says, fixated on the little detail, making Miguel regret bringing him.

As the evening went on, the date between Felicia and Patrick seemed to progress smoothly. Miguel couldn't help but admire how well she looked in something other than her suit, but he remained vigilant all while Ben interpreted their date.

“You mentioned you were an environmental activist, correct?” Felicia could hear the grin in his voice.

She took one last sip of her martini, placing the empty glass back down onto the wooden bar. “Oh, yes. Very passionate.” She bats her eyes.

“You know..” Patrick leans in, placing his hand on Felicia’s thigh. “I’d love to get involved. You think you'd be interested in helpin’ me, dalrin’?”

Felica gives the cowboy a crocodile smile before standing. “Lead the way, cowboy.”

This causes Miguel to jump. “Woah what's going on, Ben.”

“Um… She's an environmental activist.” He shrugs, leaving both men confused.

“You’re no help.”

Felicia and Patrick scurry past the elevator down a hallway. “Where are we going?” Felicia giggles.

“There’s a common room everyone forgets about with an incredible view this way.” He says, turning the corner.

The Web-Slinger stops in front of the door, tugging down his mask, revealing his sharp, beautiful features before leaning in to kiss Felicia. She moans into his mouth, as they let lust take over. Patrick’s right hand roams Felicia’s body as his left fiddles with the handle of the door. As soon as it opens, he uses his superhuman strength to pick up Felicia as if she were a feather, letting her legs wrap around his waist.

Once in the room, Felicia throws the cowboy’s hat and begins unbuttoning his shirt. Meanwhile, Patrick moans in lust, walking to the other side of the room to sit on the couch in front of the big window. With Felicia on his lap, he grinds up into her clothed pussy, moaning as he feels how drenched she is. “Fuck, Darlin’.” He moans, unzipping the back of her dress, and exposing her black lace bra.

Felicia moans as she rocked against Patrick’s clothed cock. “Ride me.” He begs.

“Shhhh… Let me take my time, cowboy.” She moans, closing her eyes, feeling his lips suck on her neck while he plays with her breasts. “I need it, cowboy.” She whines.

“Ahem.” The sound of someone clearing his throat, causes Felicia’s eyes to open wide.

“Miguel?!” Felicia shouts, lifting her dress to cover her chest and Patrick to scrabble to button up his shirt. “What are you doing here?!”

Miguel turns the dim light on to illuminate the room, chuckling to himself as the two panics. “This is a common room.”

“Hi, Felicia.” Ben peaks from around the corner, watching as she zips her dress up.

“Ben?!” She could punch the wall, she was so frustrated.

“You know, romantic relationships are not allowed in the Spider Society,” Miguel says, leaning on the door frame.

“Gee thanks, boss.” Felicia snaps.

“My apologies, sir. I didn't realize.” Patrick says as he tries to find his hat that Felicia threw in the heat of the moment.

Miguel's expression softened slightly as he observed the storm of emotions brewing in the room. He felt a tinge of guilt, knowing that his adherence to the Spider Society's rules had added to the tension. "In our line of work," he began, his voice measured, "it's vital that we stay focused. The Spider Society's rules exist to protect us all."

Felicia sighed, her frustration evident, the room's atmosphere heavy with unresolved conflict. "Fine, Miguel. I get it, you have stupid rules to make me more miserable." She turned to Patrick, giving him an apologetic look, and brushed past Miguel on her way out the door.

Patrick, somewhat flustered but understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded. "Is my position in jeopardy, Sir?"

Miguel reassured him with a nod. "No, you're one of our best." He held Patrick's gaze. "Be careful."

As Patrick left, Miguel found himself standing alone, the weight of the situation pressing on him. He couldn't quite pinpoint the jumble of emotions within him – anger, guilt, or perhaps something else entirely. The room felt heavy with unresolved tension, leaving him to grapple with the repercussions of his decisions.

Chapter 5

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 3

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of SA, Angst, Sexsual Tension, Fluff, She/Her pronouns, slowburn, enemies to lovers,

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Felicia fucks up and as punishment, she must go on her first field mission with the person she hates most, her boss, Miguel O'Hara.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

Nueva York, Earth 838

It’s been 3 weeks since training started, and the recruits were finally up to Miguel’s standards, ready to do fieldwork. (With supervision of course). Before the Spider-People had to get ready, everyone joined together in one of the common rooms to have coffee and chill. Felicia’s antics from day one of training, really made an impact on the Scarlet Spider as has been following her around ever since, trying to convince her to go on a date.

“Good evening, Ben.” Felicia gives the man a polite smile as he leans against the table she's sat at.

“Felicia.” He says with a smirk on his face. “How do you keep getting more sexy every time I see you?”

“Ugh, I can't listen to you swoon over Night Spider anymore, it's gross.” Julia Carpenter, a fellow Spider-woman, gags. “Felicia, will you please fuck him and put us out of our misery?”

Felicia smirks, “No I think I’ll leave that up to him to do for himself. After all, I’m sure his left hand is very jealous of his right.”

Spider-cat chokes on their bowl of milk, surprised by Felicia’s statement.

“Felicia, if we get to pick groups, wanna work together?” Julia asks.

“I thought O’Hara was picking?” Margo Kess interrupts.

Felicia rolls her eyes. “I swear he's out to get me.”

“He’s definitely not your biggest fan.” Julia agrees.

“What happened between you too?” Ben asks.

“He was intimidated by a Felicia Hardy with spider powers.” Felicia flips her hair. “Miguel is just insecure about his small dick and is worried that little ol’ me is gonna show everyone what kind of bitch boy he truly is-”

Felicia feels two large hands grip her shoulders from behind, finally realizing the terrified faces of her peers. “So!” Miguel leans down next to her ear. She can almost feel his lips touch her earlobe, causing her to slightly shiver. “What are we talking about over here, huh? Anyone?” Of course, he already knew exactly what they were talking about, he just wanted to see Felicia squirm, preferably by him. The rest of the spider people look at Miguel as if they just arrived, shrugging and shaking their heads. “Felicia?”

Felicia could feel her blood boil. “You heard me, bitch boy.” Miguel leans back up shrugging his shoulders, and gives a nod of his head as if impressed by her outburst. “Ok then,” he pauses, moving his hands to the side of the chair and twirling it around before grabbing her by the shoulder and easily lifting her as if she weighs nothing to place her in front of him. “This is a great lesson, everyone. When you are working in teams with multiple spider-people, you won't always get along, but you have to work together. So!” Miguel claps his hands together. “Let’s make an example out of you, shall we? Felicia, Ben, you're with me!”

Felcia’s jaw drops in fury. “No, No, No! ’m not going on some little adventure with fuck boy and small dick, okay? NOT GONNA HAPPEN!” Felicia attempts to brush past Miguel to leave but is immediately stopped by his arm. “Let me pass.” She glares.

“Make me, sweetheart. I dare you” Miguel smirks before putting his mask on. “LYLA, tell Ms. Drew to take over.” Before LYLA could respond, he hit a few buttons on Felicia’s watch, opening a portal and pushing her through.

“W-What just happened?!” Ben scrabbles before Miguel snatches him by the collar, tossing him in before joining the two.

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New York, Earth 192

Felicia groans as she rubs her head. “Fuck.” She signs, looking out at the familiar skyline.

“Woah!” Ben yells, before hitting the concrete rooftop with his face.

About 2 seconds later, Miguel flips out of the portal, landing between the two. “Welcome to field training.”

Felicia stands up to join Miguel, stretching her sore muscles. “Why?”

“I’m the boss.” He states.

Felicia shakes her head, crossing her arms.

“Egotistical Dick”, Felicia mutters under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, sir.” She says with a shit eatting grin.

Miguel looks down at the crowds of people below, studying the interactions of each person. “Tell me what you see, Ben.” The man doesn't answer, prompting Miguel to turn around to check on him. He finds Ben staring at Felcica’s ass as she bends over the wall to look below. Miguel tilts his head before walking to Ben and smacking the side of his head.

“Ouch!” Ben shouts, cradling his head.

Miguel leans in, whispering to Ben’s ear. “If I catch you again, I’ll dangle you over this building for an hour. You got it?” He says before leaning back to watch Ben’s head nod rapidly.

Miguel turns around to find Felicia jumping off of the building. He hastily leaps after her, trying to catch her as she swings down the street. Felicia swings down an ally, irking Miguel further. Once he turns into the ally he stops in his tracks, stopping, digging his talons into the brick.

“Whatcha doin’?” The upside-down Felicia asks the man holding a drunk girl.

“I’m taking my friend home.” He spats out, walking backward.

“I’ll take her. What’s her address?” The man turns away from Felcia, ignoring her. This makes Felcia’s blood boil. Leaping over the man she snatches the barely conscious girl from him, putting her on the fire escape above him.

“What the fuck?!” The man shouts.

“What's her name?” Felicia asks from above, looking at the ID in the girl's purse.

The man sprints down the damp ally but doesn't make it more than 10 feet before he’s kicked to the ground, landing face-first into a puddle. Felicia rolls the man over to look at this bloody face before picking him up by the collar and punching him, breaking his nose.

The man lets out a scream. “You, fucking bitch!”

“I am being very generous right now, if I wasn’t Night Spider, I would have strung you up and skinned you with my claws.” Felicia picks the man up, webbing his feet together and dangling him from the street lamp in front of the police station, leaving a note for the cops. After, she quickly returned to the woman on the fire escape. “Hi, sweetie. Can you hear me?”

The woman tries to speak but can’t find the energy.

“That's okay, Hon. Is your address on your phone?” Felicia asks, taking it out of her baby pink purse.

Miguel watches in awe at how well Felicia handles the situation. She manages to turn a potentially disastrous outcome into a success story, something that Miguel was surprised that she could do with such ease. He follows Felicia from afar as she takes the woman home, studying how she handles her with the utmost care, bringing her water in her apartment, telling the woman’s roommates what happened, taking her to the restroom to change, and bringing her to bed.

In this moment, Miguel sees Felicia in a different light. He recognizes her as someone who possesses an extraordinary ability, not only to handle herself but to others who are in need of it. Not the stuck-up, difficult, know-it-all he thought she was. He finds himself drawn to her, surprising, compassionate nature and can’t help but feel inspired by her actions.

As soon as the girl is settled in her bed safely, Felicia quietly removes herself from her home. When she steps outside, she finds Miguel waiting for her outside the girl's fire escape.

“So what are you now, my personal stalker?”

He doesn’t respond right away but instead has his back turned to her before swinging to the rooftop next door, prompting Felicia to follow. Miguel’s elbows lean against the edge of the rooftop wall, admiring the glimmering city lights. Felicia slowly walks up to join him, flipping herself so she’s sitting on the wall, making them eye level for once.

“I take it you saw what I did.” She asks, swinging her feet over the heights.

“I did”

“Well by all means yell or throw me off the building or something. Don’t just stand there lookin’ like a judgmental statue.”

“Why would I yell, Felicia? You found a civilian in need of assistance and you handled it… very well I might add.” he shrugs as if it was obvious already.

Felicia lets his words and the soft tone of his voice simmer in her mind for a moment. “So- ”

“I’m not mad at you…” he turns his head to look at her not realizing just how close in proximity she really was to him. They maintain eye contact before he continues with a smirk, “…not yet anyways.”

Felicia leaned closer, to retaliate with a snarky comment, when a noise spooked them both out of their trance, and they quickly separated leaving a spacious gap.

“THERE you guys are! I’ve looking all over hell and back for you two, you guys just DISAPPEARED!” Ben yells. “Where have you been!”

Miguel rolls his eyes out of annoyance. Felicia coughs, muttering, “asshole”, making Miguel chuckle.

“Doesn’t matter to you. Let’s just finish the damn exercise.” Miguel brushes past Ben, lightly grazing his shoulder before jumping off the rooftop. Felicia follows suit, instead skipping her way to the edge before turning around to face Ben, winking at him before falling off.

“I just don’t get those two”, Ben sighs as he unwillingly follows after them.

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DAILY BUGLE

A SPIDER-WOMAN: NIGHT SPIDER

Last night, New York’s newest Spider-man was seen for the first time. Only it wasn’t a Spider-Man but a Spider-Woman! Several criminals were found in front of the NYPD police station with notes from a Night Spider! Who is she?

Peter studies the blurry image attached to the front page article. “Felicia?!”

Chapter 4

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 5

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy! Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Unwanted kiss, Angst, Fluff, Sexual Tension, enemies to lovers, slowish burn, she/her pronouns

Word Count: 2.5k

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.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

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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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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 2

Felicia Hardy! Reader x Miguel O'Hara

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Violence, Sexual Tension, slow burn, enemies to lovers

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: It's the first day of training and Felicia wants to prove to Miguel that she has what it takes to be apart of the Spider Society

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

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New York, Earth-192

Felicia’s hands slowly smooth out the few wrinkles of spandex on her hips, studying her appearance in the mirror. She wasn’t used to her new suit and spider emblems. Felicia touches her hair, ultimately deciding to put it up, strands breaking free in the front. Felicia normally wore her hair down as the Black Cat. It wasn't all that practical but she loved the feeling of the cool breeze dancing with her silver locks as she swung around the city. But, she wasn't Black Cat anymore, she was a Spider-Woman.

Felicia paused her primping as memories rushed back to her.

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5 months ago…

“Spider Society? You have a club?” Felicia quirked her brow, giggling at her masked partner.

“It’s not lame, I promise!” Peter laughs wrapping his arm around her waist. “I think it would be really good for you. You said you wanted to change and help people, and now that you have spider powers, you'll be able to do so on multi universal level!”

Felicia gives Peter a lopsided frown, looking up into the expressive goggles of his mask. “I don’t think I’ll fit in. The Spider Society is full of heroes and people who know what they’re doing. You- you know what I’ve done, Spider.” Felicia looks towards the sunset on the horizon. “I’ve fucked up a lot. I steal art and jewelry, do dumb shit, and I hurt people. They're gonna take one look at me and cast me away. I don't think it’s a good idea to join you and your nerdy spider club.”

Peter lifts the fabric of his mask before taking Felicia’s chin and tilting it to look back at him. “Felicia, all Spider-People have fucked up. You’ve seen me fuck up a thousand times!” He chuckles. “I care about you, Felicia. You wanna be better? Join us.” Peter leans down pressing a long kiss to Felicia’s lips, letting a feeling of safety wash over her.

“Fine.” She whispered against his lips. “But that means you're coming home with me tonight, Spider,” Felicia smirks, pulling Peter in for another, more passionate kiss.

Peter smiles into the kiss, pulling her closer. “I’d be honored.”

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The hum of the portal opening in Felicia’s living room, snaps her out of her memories, urging her to hurry.

“Damn!” Jessica smiles as she emerges from the portal. “You look good!”

“Really?” Felicia smiles, giving Jessica a twirl.

“I can’t wait to hear what Miguel has to say about it,” Jessica smirks to herself before she strides into the portal.

Nueva York, Earth 838

The moment Felicia emerges from the portal, she feels a sense of satisfaction as dozens of Spider-People turn to look at her in all of her beauty. As her peers feed her confidence, Felicia struts along the hallways, swaying her hips and hair with each step.

As the two women enter through the doors of the training gym, heads turn once again to gaze upon Felicia.

Miguel’s mask retracts. “What are you wearing?” He said with no emotion.

“My new suit. You like it?” She smirks.

“It's black and white.” Miguel studies her for a moment, not sure how he feels about the crocodile smile on her face. “LYLA.”

“Hi, Miguel!” The AI pops up next to Miguel.

“What’s Felicia wearing? I told you to make her a suit.”

LYLA looks between the woman and Miguel before answering. “Yeah… That’s the suit.”

“It’s black and white!” Miguel snaps at LYLA.

LYLA shrugs, “It’s what she wanted.”

“I look good in black, Miguel,” Felicia says as she runs her hands over the silhouette of her body, noticing the way a few of the recruits gawk over her.

Miguel pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “Spider-People wear red and blue!”

“That’s not technically true,” LYLA speaks up to defend Felicia, adding to Miguel’s annoyance. “Spider Noir and plenty of other spider people don’t wear any blue and red. While a majority do wear red and blue, it’s not too out of the ordinary for Felicia to wear black and white. I think she looks hot!” She sends a wink in Felicia’s direction.

“Go away, LYLA,” Miguel grumbles, prompting her to glitch over to Jessica, not wanting to leave the drama.

“Do you really not like the suit or are you just jealous because I look so good?” she asks as she winks at him.

Miguel freezes, unsure as to how to react. “Get in line, Gata.”

Felicia tsks, “It’s Night Spider now.” She says as she swivels on her heels to join the line of recruits.

Miguel shakes his head before his mask covers his head once again.

“Recruits!” He shouts, getting the attention of the nervous Spider-people. “This is your first official day of training. I will split you into separate groups, and you will spar with each other until there is the last one standing. The victors will then spar against each other and whoever wins that round well… you’ll get to go against me.” He says cockily with a smirk on his face.

The first few teams take their places on opposite sides of the gym. The gym had fake structures to simulate rooftop and city fights. Felicia studies the Spider-People, trying to understand patterns and fighting styles. They were all resilient, battles lasting as long as 35 minutes.

Having sparred with her Peter plenty of times before and recognizing the same moves, she was able to pave her way to the finals. While some spider-people admired her strength and combat, others were not too pleased to get their asses kicked on the first day in front of the boss. Their disapproval didn’t matter to her, though. All she wanted was a chance to kick Miguel’s ass and make him eat his words from yesterday.

Once Felicia heard Miguel call her name. She strutted past him without a glance, knowing it would get on his nerves. And it most certainly did.

“Night Spider, Scarlet Spider, are you ready?” Miguel asked from below.

“Born ready, baby.” She winks across the gym at the Scarlet Spider.

Scarlet Spider doesn’t say anything, entranced by the women who just winked at him.

“Ben?” Miguel tries to regain the man’s attention.

“Uh- Oh- Yeah! I’m ready!”

Bingo. Felicia thinks to herself, having noted that he was one of the spider-people who couldn’t stop watching her.

The alarm sounds, signaling the beginning of the flight. Felicia immediately thwips her new webs to a wall across from her, manuvering around to get out of Ben’s sight.

Ben looks around in confusion trying to figure out where Felicia disappeared. She giggles to herself. Poor thing won’t know what hit him. She thwips a web to the structure across her and swings in from beside him in a perfect flip, landing on her feet. She fully sits up tossing her platinum hair out of her face as she huffs out a dramatic sigh. “So are we gonna spar, or not, cutie?” she teases.

“Oh, baby, you didn’t even give me a chance yet! I’m not too sure if you can keep up with me.” Ben banters back.

“I’m sure I can, I’m full of surprises.” She winks.

“Is that a challenge?” He asks, watching her crawl along the side of the structure.

“If you want it to be.” She shrugs.

“Less talking, more fighting! Focus, Ben!” Miguel yells from the sidelines.

“Aw don’t listen to the grumpy old man, Ben, let’s dance!” Felicia teases.

“Alright,” Ben stretches his arms in preparation. “Let’s dance, baby.” He says with a cocky smile and a wink.

The two circle each other, sizing up their opponent. Ben took a few thwips with his web shooters, but Felicia gracefully dodged them. She then leaped forward and landed a powerful kick to his chest, sending him flying across the room, onto the bottom floor. He recovers quickly, running straight for her before she follows up with a flurry of jabs and kicks, each one landing with a loud thud. Finally, she spins around and delivers a powerful roundhouse kick to his head, knocking him over on his side. With him defeated, Felicia stands triumphant, laying her hands on her hips. “Are you finished, Spider? I’d hate to bruise that handsome face of yours.” She says as she lifts her hands to carefully inspect the blood on her claws before retracting them back into her suit. Ben lies on the floor, lying still, and groans with annoyance at losing so early.

Miguel, standing off to the side, admiring her talent, but quickly catches himself, not wanting to be enchanted by her siren song. “Enough, Fleicia wins.” He speaks up and walks towards the two fighters. “Spider-Cat, take Ben to the infirmary to check that head of his.”

Spider-Cat meows, in response before biting the hood of Ben’s suit and dragging him away.

“Felicia…” She straightens up at the sound of her name. “I’m… fairly impressed with your skills.”

“All for you, big boy.” She winks. “But do you think you can handle me?” She asks, clasping her hands behind her back, swaying them like an innocent child as she takes a step closer to him.

Miguel closes the space between him and Felicia leaning down next to her ear. “Try me.”

Felicia feels a sudden chill go down her spine, throwing her off.

“Positions, you two.” Jessica claps her hands urging the two to take their places and the recruits to go back to their seats to spectate.

Instead of using the structure, Miguel and Felicia squared off in the middle of the arena. His broad shoulders flexed under the material of his suit. His face was stern and determined while Felicia’s was lit up with a mischievous glint.

The two moved slowly around each other, circling and gauging each other's strength. Then with a sudden burst of energy, they both lunged forward. They crashed together with a loud thud, grappling and pushing against one another in a test of wills.

Miguel was the stronger of the two, but she was surprisingly agile. Felicia ducked and bobbed between his attempts to grab her. If she was quick enough, she would jump onto his back, using her powers to stick to him, confusing Miguel. As she crawled along the man, she attempted to punch and kick him but was met with a solid wall of muscle, barely doing anything.

While it didn't hurt too much, Miguel could feel her strength, fueling his determination to win the fight. Finally, he was able to get a hold of her on his back, tossing Felicia over his shoulder watching her land gracefully in front of her, reminiscent of her Black Cat days.

The battle raged on, the tension between them growing with each passing moment. The fight seems to last forever until Felicia finally finds her advantage. She jumps on him from behind, her legs wrapping around his neck and shoulders as she spins him around, causing him to lose balance. They both drop to the floor his arms caught in the hold of her legs, pinning him down to the floor.

Miguel grunts, feeling the wind get knocked out of him. He doesn't let it keep him down for long, quickly manuvering out of Felcia’s grip.

“Wanna make this more fun?” LYLA asked Jessica.

Jessica nodded, walking over to a trunk of weapons. She grabbed a training axe before walking over to where Felcica and Miguel wrestled on the ground. “Whoops!” She yells, tossing the axe 10 feet away from their faces.

Miguel and Felicia pause for a moment as their goals shift to getting the axe. Felicia tried to stand up but immediately face-planted as Miguel grabbed her ankle, tugging her back. This allowed him the time to dig his claws into the mat, bounding for the rubber axe. Once he grasps it he turns around to be met with a kick to the chest, causing him to stumble back. As he stumbles, Felicia Snags the axe from him.

Felicia swings the axe at Miguel's head, yelling “YOU SON OF A-” but misses as Miguel dodges it.

“Almost, sweetheart,” Miguel smirks before lunging at Felicia knocking her back, and pinning her to the floor.

“Ugh!” Felicia groans, getting the air knocked out of her.

Sneakily, she tried to grab the axe beside her but Miguel knew what she was doing. With her wrists pinned in his large hands, he slides them above her head so that she's unable to grab the axe.

“Ah ah ah,” Miguel’s mask disinigrates, revealing the smug face. Slowly he leans down to whisper into her ear. “I win.”

Felicia couldn’t help to feel both infuriated and aroused. Miguel lifts his head back up staring into her eyes.

Jessica quickly intervenes, not sure what was going on between the two.“Okay, Miguel wins!” She says as she walks to stand in front of the two, taking over the training. “Does anyone have questions? No? Okay, you're dismissed, see you tomorrow.”

As the Spider-People get up and swing out of the gym, Jessica turns around, watching the two separate. Miguel is the first to stand, offering his hand to Felicia, but she smacks it away.

“I don’t need your help.” Felicia stands, walking out of the gym without another word.

“What's up with her?” Miguel asks LYLA and Jessica.

Jessica shakes her head before leaving to follow Felicia.

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Felicia sits on the couch by herself in one of the empty common rooms. Hunched over, she holds her stomach with one hand while the other draws figure eights on the table. Her breathing is somewhat still shallow and the pain is evident in her face. She doesn’t look up when she hears someone enter the room and sit beside her.

“Hey girl,” Jessica sighed cautiously. “I've been looking for you, how are you feeling?”

Felicia shrugs, not wanting to respond, still carelessly drawing circles on the table in front of her. She could never let Jessica see her watered eyes, a tear threatening to escape her eye.

“Well if it means anything to you. Anyone who has sparred against Miguel has never won or been able to hold their own like you did today. And by anyone, I mean everyone here, including me. You’re probably the best fight he’s ever had to be honest.” Jessica pats her on the leg reassuringly.

Felicia stops and slowly turns towards Jess, asking “Yeah?” Jess nods back at her with a warm smile. “But by the look on your face, I can tell that might not be all that’s bothering you?”

Felicia sits up straight, trying to maintain her calm facade. “I um- Peter and I broke up.” Jessica frowns. “It didn’t exactly end so well. I felt like I was used and torn to pieces after that night. With everything that happened between me and Peter… I never wanted to be beaten down by another Spider-Man again, mentally or physically.” Jessica nods, begging her to continue. “So I guess after today I broke my own promise. And I let that- that stupid, ginormous ape beat me back into those same little pieces that Peter left me in.” Felicia pushes down any emotion that wants to come out.

Jessica doesn’t say anything but gently hugs her solemn friend. “I am so, so sorry, honey.”

Before she can say anything else, the door slides open. Miguel spots the two and timidly walks inside. “Jess”, he nods in her direction. She stands from her seat as well as Felicia. Jess gives her one last glance before exiting the room. “Actually Felicia- umm” he puts a hand out to stop her from leaving. “If you don’t mind, can we talk for a second?”

She silently nods, telling him to continue. He leans back on the edge of a table. “How’s your side? Any serious injuries?”

Felicia fixes her posture to seem more energetic. “No not at all. I’ll just be sore for a bit then get right back to good ol’ me!”

Miguel softly smiles, but only for a second before it disappears. It lights something strange in Felicia’s stomach, seeing his face without all the gruff and serious expressions. She quickly thinks about how she couldn’t wait to see it again.

“Well, I just wanted to make sure. You know I can’t- can’t have the new recruits go soft on me now.” Miguel tries to keep a tough exterior.

“Well, you can trust me, Big Boy, I’ll be tip-top. Night Spider, ready to kick anyone’s ass into next week.” She softly smiles at the new name, still having to get used to it.

“Ok,” Miguel replies.

They stood in front of each other, their eyes locked and their bodies tense. There was an undeniable palpable energy in the air. It seemed to crackle between them, and the intensity of the moment was unmistakable.

They both seem to snap themselves out of it. “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Felicia gave him a small forced smile.

“Right,” Miguel chokes out and clears his throat.

“Tomorrow.”

Felicia moves around him ready to press in the door when he calls her name once more. She quickly turns around, her messy platinum blonde hair swiftly moving over her shoulder.

“Rest well, Night Spider” She smirks, as he finally calls her by her call sign.

“Of course, you too…. Miguel” she answers back walking out the door.

Chapter 3

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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 9

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff, SMUT PiV, oral

Word Count: 4.3K

Summary: Miguel and Felicia go on their first date.

Co-Author:@stclairesplace

New York, Earth-192

Felicia elegantly slips through the window of her luxurious penthouse. It's the same old story, another mission accomplished successfully. As the adrenaline high of her day slowly fades away, a sense of weariness begins to take hold, and the soreness in her shoulders and neck starts to spread, a reminder of the physical toll of her daring exploits.

Felicia heads towards her marble bathroom, intent on washing away the blood and sweat from her latest mission. As she prepares to step into the shower, her wristwatch suddenly chimes, alerting her to an incoming call from LYLA. Curious, she taps her watch, summoning LYLA's holographic projection in front of her.

“What’s up, LYLA?”

LYLA hastily scanned their surroundings to ensure no one was lurking in the apartment before leaning in close to Felicia. In a conspiratorial whisper, she relayed the message, "Your man-hunk instructed me to tell you to call him as soon as you get back from your mission. He says it’s something 'important'." With a mischievous wink, LYLA's holographic projection disappeared, leaving Felicia intrigued by the secretive message.

Eager to know more, she took a quick shower, donned her coziest pair of sweats, and made herself comfortable on her couch. Lifting her watch, she fiddled with it, determined to figure out how to page Miguel. After about 5 minutes of this, the watch begins to ring as it calls him.

“Hola hermosa, how was the mission today?”

“Oh, you knoooowww. The usual ass-kicking adventure that I always win in the end.” She shrugs confidently. “LYLA told me to call you as soon as I could, is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, I just wanted to ask you what your plans are for the night. Doing something special?”

“Well I was hoping you were going to be my something special since we were so deliberately interrupted the last time.”

Miguel chuckles at the comment, “I will seriously never forgive LYLA for that.”

“But why are you asking, Big Guy? You tynna be my something special?” She teases.

“I’m just thinking about that little agreement we made. Where if I kiss you-“

“You have to take me on a real date.” Realization finally dawns on Felicia’s face. “Is the big bad Miguel O’Hara finally taking me out on a date?!” She taunts him.

“More like telling you sweetheart.” Felicia could feel a chill shoot down her spine at Miguel’s demand. “Wear something nice and I’ll pick you up at your place at 7 tonight.”

“Oh, I love it when you’re bossy.” She purrs. “I’ll be waiting for you, big boy.”

A few hours passed and Felicia was giddy with excitement waiting for Miguel to knock on her door and take her out for their date. As she sifted through her stolen jewels, searching for the perfect ones to complement her outfit, Felicia couldn't help but notice the genuine happiness etched in her smile. The last time she was this giddy was when she and Peter used to go out, and when she stole a Banksy two months ago. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She briskly walks over, heels clicking against the hardwood floor with each step.

As Felicia opens the door, she is greeted by the sight of Miguel leaning against the door frame, exuding an air of confidence and allure. His relaxed posture accentuates his well-defined physique, and his attire perfectly complements his charm. Miguel stands at her doorway in a sleek ensemble, donning black dress pants that fit him perfectly. He pairs them with a tight-fitting, dark burgundy dress shirt, creating a sophisticated and stylish look that allows him to show off his muscles. The deep hue of the shirt adds a touch of elegance to his attire, complementing his overall appearance. A subtle grin plays on his lips, and his eyes meet Felicia's with a magnetic intensity, instantly captivating her. The combination of Miguel's irresistible presence leaves Felicia momentarily mesmerized, unable to look away from the captivating sight before her.

While Felicia takes a moment to admire him in such sophisticated attire, Miguel also takes very strong notice of what Felicia is wearing as well. Just upon simply opening the door, Felicia makes a stunning entrance, dressed in a chic solid black dress, paired with dazzling diamonds around her neck, wrist, and fingers. The dress flatters her figure with its tailored fit and stylish design. The square neckline adds a touch of sophistication, while the drawstring detail accentuates her waist. The split thigh adds a hint of allure to her outfit, striking a perfect balance between elegance and confidence. Together, Miguel and Felicia make a beautiful couple, their attire reflecting their styles while harmonizing with each other.

“Hi,” she shyly greets him with a soft simile.

“Hey gorgeous, you ready?” Miguel’s knowing smirk intrigued Felicia.

“Oh, you have no idea.” Felicia takes a step closer, looking up at him through her lashes.

“So, where are you takin’ me, Spider?”

“You’ll see.” His voice was laced with mischief. Miguel holds out his arms for her, which she takes without any hesitation in her body.

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As the autumn leaves gently danced around them, Miguel and Felicia strolled hand in hand through the bustling streets of New York City. The city's vibrant energy reverberated through their beings and with each step. Miguel had planned a special evening for Felicia, knowing all too well that her love for jazz ran deep within her. Approaching a dimly lit corner, they arrived at a charming jazz restaurant tucked away from the chaos of the city. Its warm ambiance and smooth melodies floating through the air instantly put them at ease. Felicia's eyes sparkled with surprise as she realized where they were heading, appreciating the thoughtfulness that mirrored Miguel's attention to detail.

The couple was led to a candlelit table, their seats intimately close, inviting an air of intimacy even amidst the crowd. As soon as the waiter hands them their menus and leaves Felicia speaks up, “So…” Felicia glances around. “I guess you did your homework. How’d you know I would like this place, and even jazz music for all that matter?”

Miguel sheepishly looks down at the menu he’s holding. He clears his throat before saying, “I remember how happy you were, listening to the music at the gala… and I um- I heard you talking to Jess about it when you were in the lounge room.”

Felicia smirked at the thought of him eavesdropping on her conversation. “You’re a sneaky little spider aren’t you?” She teases with a grin. “You know it’s really rude to listen to other people’s conversations, didn’t your mama teach you that?”

“Bite me.” He teases.

With their orders placed, the two continued their flirty banter, filling the intimate space between them like a symphony of playful whispers. It was a dance of words and winks, a secret language of attraction that only they understood. Their playful banter was a dance of words, a magnetic force drawing them closer with every quip and jest. Their fingers brushed as they reached for their wine glasses, the fleeting touch sending sparks of anticipation through them.

Miguel leaned in, his voice husky yet gentle, "You know, everything tonight was specifically chosen for you, mí Hermosa.”

Felicia felt her cheeks grow warm due to Miguel’s statement. Her bashful expression was illuminated by the soft golden glow of the candles. Her voice laced with mischief, she replied, "Oh really? And what else do you have planned to please me?"

A knowing smile danced across Miguel's lips. "Well, aside from this dinner, how about we move along to Stage 2 of my plan for us?" he suggested, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Their food arrived, plated with precision, but the melodies wafting across the room seized their attention. Forks, poised in mid-air, were forgotten as their eyes locked, silently speaking a shared language of anticipation. Without breaking their intense gaze, Miguel extended his hand across the table, fingers tenderly wrapping around Felicia's. His touch was a delicate caress that sent a delightful shiver coursing down her spine, a silent promise of the evening's magic yet to come.

"May I have this dance?" Miguel whispered, his voice dripping with invitation.

Felicia's eyes widened with a happy surprise. Delighted, she accepted his offer with a radiant smile, allowing Miguel to guide her gracefully onto the dance floor. The music enveloped them like a warm embrace as they swayed together.

Their bodies moved in perfect unison as their laughter became a language all their own, whispered in the rhythm of their dance. Playful spirits danced along with them, caught up in the intoxicating atmosphere of the moment. In that fleeting, magical moment, as they swayed to the sultry jazz, the small club and the bustling backdrop of New York City transformed into their private haven. The world outside faded to a distant hum, leaving only Miguel and Felicia cocooned in their own universe.

As the notes of the music faded into the night, the echo of their laughter filled the air, a testament to the magic they had shared. Miguel still holds Felicia close as they finish their dancing, before finishing their meals and leaving the quaint restaurant behind them.

“Hey,” Felicia grabs Miguel's attention, the dazzling city lights illuminating their cheerful faces. “Thank you, for tonight. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun. I’m really glad I got to share it with you.” She leans up briefly to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

Miguel's eyebrows furrow as if confused, “You're acting like the night is over, Hermosa.” Now it was Felicia’s turn to care the puzzled expression. “We’re not done, yet.” He smirks down at the now, surprised expression on her face. He leans down to whisper softly in her ear, “C’mere, baby, one more thing we gotta do tonight.”

Like giggling children, the two runs down the sidewalk, taking a turn into a secluded ally, hidden from any sights of onlookers passing by. She peeks around the corner to make sure no one notices, only to turn around to see him completely covered in his signature blue and red Spider-Man suit.

“You ready?” He asks as he quickly types something into his watch.

“Ready for what, Mig?”

“You’ll see when we get there. But for now…” he pulls out a blindfold, slowly approaching her to wrap it around her eyes before continuing, “it remains a surprise.” He whispers.

“That’s a little kinky, Mig, but I’m into it.” She says with a devious smirk.

Miguel rolls his eyes at Felicia;’s comment. “Hold onto me.” He wraps an arm around her waist, ensuring her safety.

“Oh honey, you don’t have to tell me twice.” She wraps her arms around his neck before she feels him take off into the air swinging through the bustling streets of New York.

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New York, Earth-323

Miguel and Felicia swing gracefully through the colorful portal Miguel touches down softly on his feet, balancing effortlessly, while Felicia remains nestled securely against his chest.

“So where’d you take me, big guy?” Miguel's suit disintegrates to show his face. He guides her body to the edge of the building they stand on, but not too close where she could fall.

“To someplace that I think you’ll find quiet…” he removes the mask from her eyes, still standing behind her so she could take in the view all at once. “…exhilarating.”

Felicia's eyes adjust to the new change in light. Once she gathers her bearings, she takes in the extraordinary view in front of her. The once mundane streets of New York are quickly erased from her mind as she takes in the sight of such an incredible city, surrounded by the ethereal glow of bioluminescent water. Every bridge, every building, and every structure is adorned with this mesmerizing blue hue, creating a surreal and otherworldly atmosphere.

As she peers into the horizon, the towering skyscrapers become hidden among the lush trees and foliage that have seamlessly intertwined with the urban landscape. It's as if a magical forest has emerged from within the city, with branches and leaves reaching toward the sky, illuminated by the gentle radiance of the bioluminescent water.

The streets are lined with cobblestones that seem to shimmer under your feet, reflecting the enchanting blue light in a dance of colors. The waterways that flow through the city are alive with glowing aquatic creatures, illuminating the canals and rivers with their vibrant presence. As day turns to night, the city truly comes alive. The glow intensifies, casting a soft and soothing light on everything it touches. The buildings appear to blend seamlessly with nature as if they were grown from the very land they stand on. In this city, the boundaries between reality and fantasy are blurred, creating a truly unique and breathtaking experience for all who live here. It is a place where nature and human architecture coexist in perfect harmony, offering a glimpse into a world where the ordinary becomes extraordinary.

“What do you think?” Miguel asks in suspense.

“I think this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!”

Felicia turns around to find Miguel only looking at her. The anticipation between them was palpable, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze. Their hearts pounded in synchrony, fueling the electric atmosphere surrounding them.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down as their faces slowly inched closer. Their lips met in a gentle embrace, a soft and tender connection that ignited a flame within them. The kiss deepened, fueled by their unspoken desire that had been building for far too long. Their bodies pressed against one another, creating an undeniable chemistry that intensified with every touch. The kiss grew hotter, their breaths mingling, as their hands hungrily explored each other's curves. They lost themselves in the sensation, unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing them closer.

Suddenly, Miguel reached into his pocket and grabbed his watch. With a mischievous smile, he typed a command, unleashing a swirling portal of light. Without breaking their intense embrace, they stumbled through the gateway, bursting into Miguel's lavish penthouse.

New York, Earth-928

As they stumbled through the elegant living room, their passion unchecked, they laughed and playfully bumped into furniture. The room seemed to fade into the background as they stumbled their way toward Miguel's bedroom, following their instincts and the tantalizing promise of what lay ahead.

Finally reaching their destination, they collapsed onto the plush bed, Felicia falling on top of Miguel's chest, their lips never parting for a moment. Clothes were discarded in a frenzy of desire, their bodies entwined with an urgency that spoke volumes of their longing. Time ceased to exist as they melted into each other, lost in a blissful symphony of pleasure. Each touch, each kiss, each moan was a testament to the undeniable chemistry and unspoken desires.

Felicia and Miguel’s eyes locked, and a mischievous grin spread across Felicia's face.

"Well, well, well, Miguel. What do we have here?" Felicia teases. She takes a step back and lets Miguel see the slight bulge that rose in his pants, her hand reaching to caress it.

Miguel smirks, "Looks like we've found ourselves in quite a predicament, Felicia."

Their hands moved in a flurry of action, fumbling with buttons, zippers, and clasps. The air crackled with tension as they engaged in a playful game of undressing each other.

Felicia whispers, "You know, Miguel, I've always admired your impeccable taste in fashion. But tonight, I think we should both embrace a more minimalist approach."

Miguel leans closer, "I couldn't agree more, baby.”

With a final tug, Felicia's dress slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet. Miguel's shirt soon joined it, revealing a sculpted physique that made Felicia's breath catch.

“Impressive…now, let's see what else you're hiding," Felicia says in a sultry tone.

Miguel darkly chuckles, "By all means, please continue."

Their playful banter continued as they shed the last remaining layers of clothing, leaving only their desire and anticipation hanging in the air.

In between kisses, Felicia speaks up, "You know, I've always been a fan of your suit design?”

“Oh ya?” he asks, moving to kiss her neck. “Why’s that?”

“It leaves very little to the imagination.” She smiles.

With a sudden surge of passion, Miguel effortlessly lifted Felicia in his arms and carried her towards the bed, their bodies pressed together.

Felicia giggles at the movement, "Oh, Miguel, you know just how to make a girl feel wanted."

Miguel whispers in her ear as he lays her down on the bed, "And you, Felicia, have a way of making a man lose himself."

As they tumbled on the bed, their lips met again in a fiery kiss. Their bodies intertwined, and the room filled with the sound of their quickening breaths. The flirty banter now transformed into passionate moans as they explored the depths of their desire for each other.

“These stay here, Hermosa,” he says huskily, pinning her wrists above her head.

Felicia wordlessly complies with his demand, excited for where this could be going. She silently gazed at the hands that caressed her body, and watched Miguel's head travel from her neck, to her stomach, and finally disappear in between her thighs. His mouth hovers over her panties as he looks up into her eyes with a devilish grin and licks his lips. He keeps his eyes on her as he slowly removes the underwear from her waist.

Felicia lets out a small shiver as she feels the cool air on her heated skin. Without any words or warning, Miguel's lips touch her, his tongue lapping at her lips. Felicia is stunned at the suddenness, her back arching off the bed as he explores her with his tongue. He dives deeper inside of her, and she lets out a smile and whine as he begins to move his tongue more forcefully, his breaths becoming harsher as he picks up the pace. Felicia’s eyes squeeze shut at the motion, her hand still above her head tightly gripping the sheet, the other sliding down to caress Miguel’s head, tightly grabbing onto his curls, a silent plead for more.

“Miguel” she whines his name. Her hips buck up at the pleasure of his tongue, and she feels his hands slowly run up her thighs and rest on her hips, keeping her in place on the bed. Felicia whines his name again, letting out a small moan as the hand on her hip moves to her clit, utilizing his thumb while his tongue explores her wet pussy. She can feel her body begin to shake from the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

“How’s that?” Miguel mumbles into her soaking pussy.

Felicia lets out a moan, clawing at the bed sheets as his thumb works faster. “F-fuck! So good!”

“Yeah?” He smirks at her. “Wanna cum on my fingers, baby?” Unable to muster up any words, Felicia’s head nods rapidly, begging him for more. “We’ll start with one and work our way up.” Miguel sits up a bit, moving his right hand for a better angle. He positions his middle finger at her entrance, letting her wetness, coat him. “You want it?”

Felicia nods her head, bucking her hips. “Yes!” She gasps out, desperate to feel him again.

Miguel shakes his head, “Tsk tsk tsk, come on, hermosa, beg.”

“Fuck, Mig, I need it!” She cries,

Miguel shrugs, “I guess that’ll do for now, but we'll have to work on your begging.”

Suddenly, Miguel’s large finger slides into her, stretching her walls. Felicia gasps and cries a series of moans as the point of his finger abuses her G-Spot. Miguel leans back down, placing her legs over his shoulders.

“Imma add another finger, okay?” Felicia nods in consent, biting her lip.

“Fuck!” Felicia winces and moans as her walls stretch around his second finger.

“I know, baby girl, I know,” Miguel whispers, massaging her hip with his free hand. “Do you need a break.”

“No, I can take it.” It's been a while since Felicia has had sex or even cum in general as work and life had been too chaotic. All of this combined with the fact that Miguel had huge hands, made her feel like a virgin again.

“Good girl gotta get you ready to take my cock.” Felicia’s walls flutter around Miguel’s fingers, causing him to smirk. “Someone liked that.”

After a moment to adjust, Miguel picks up the pace once again, slowly moving his finger in and out making sure they play with her g-spot each time. Knowing she was growing close Miguel dives into her pussy, his tongue flicking and sucking her clit. Unable, to control her body, Felicia’s hands shoot down to weave into Miguel’s hair, desperately tugging on the roots.

“Cum for me, baby!” Miguel moans into her clit, sending her over the edge.

With a scream, Felicia cums all over Miguel’s fingers and face. Her moans make Miguel even harder, even more desperate for her.

As he sits up he licks his finger clean, moaning at the intoxicating taste. He then moves to hover over Felicia’s blissful face, both breathing heavily. Miguel kisses her lips in urgency, his tongue darting into her mouth. She tastes the flavor of her arousal on his tongue as well as the taste of him. She moans in pleasure in his mouth as he slowly pulls away from her lips. His hand reaches up to softly stroke her face and hold her chin.

“You okay, baby girl?” He asks, still slightly panting from their previous kiss.

She pants out a small laugh in reply. “Baby girl, huh? I could so get used to you calling me that.” She hurriedly kisses him, giving Miguel no time to reply. Both of her hands now tangled in his hair, as they kiss feverishly.

He took his hard cock in his hand, slowly teasing her with it. He circles her clit until she begs and begs for more. Smiling, he slowly pushed his cock in, stretching her out as they moaned in pleasure.

Felicia throws her head back into the pillow as she takes Miguel. “Fuck, it’s so big.” She cries.

“Need a break?” Miguel asks panting above her, not even halfway inside.

Felicia shakes her head. “No, I can take it.”

“Good girl.” He whispers into her ear. Miguel continued to move slowly inside of her, watching as she writhed in pleasure yearning. Miguel finally completely sinks into her, pulling a gasp from Felicia.

Felicia wraps her legs around Miguel’s waist. “Fuck me.” She demands.

Not able to hold back any more increases his speed, listening to Felicia’s moans grow louder. The room fills with the sound of their moans and the headboard banging into the wall.

"God, you feel so fucking good." Miguel moans out.

She arches her back, Miguels’ movements becoming more frenzied as he feels her tight walls begin to contract with every thrust he gives.

“Please, baby, pleasee” Felicia drawls out in a breathy moan.

“What do you want, Hermosa?” Miguel grunts. “You gotta beg.”

“I w-wanna cum! I need more, Miguel!” She cries.

Felicia starts to quiver at the growing pace, her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly as she can feel her orgasm start to build up. Her moans became more frequent as her hips started to rise and fall in rhythm with his. His breathing became labored as they reached a feverish pace, his fingers digging into her skin as he moved.

Miguel moans. “Uughh FUCK baby girl you were made for me. So fucking perfect for me like this.” He felt her body tense up beneath him, her breathing becoming ragged. “You gonna cum for me?”

Felicia nods her head as she finally let out a loud cry as she cums. Her orgasm triggers Miguel’s, cumming inside of her with a loud groan. He slowly and reluctantly pulled out, collapsing beside her, breathing heavily as they both savored the moment.

The two both lay on their backs on the bed, breathing heavily as they come down from their intense highs. The only sound that could be heard were their panting breaths. Felicia turns her head to the side, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Wow," she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction and eyes heavy with lust.

Miguel chuckled softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Yeah, that was… wow," he replied, his voice still husky with desire.

They lay there in silence for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Miguel pulls Felicia into his arms, allowing her to rest on his chest. The room was filled with a mix of contentment and the lingering scent of their lovemaking.

Finally, she mustered the energy to speak again. "I can't believe how amazing that was," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of amazement.

He traced gentle circles on the bare skin of her back. "I'm glad I could make you cum like that," he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness.

She turned her head to meet his gaze, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You know exactly what to do, sir.” she giggled.

Miguel leaned in closer, his lips grazing her forehead. "You were so fucking beautiful." He whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

They stayed entwined in each other's arms, enjoying the closeness and the quiet intimacy of the moment. No words were needed as their bodies and hearts spoke a language only they understood.

Felicia suddenly sits up, crawling on top of Miguel to situate herself on top of his lap, feeling his cock grow hard once again. She begins to glide her dripping pussy along his cock, rubbing herself against him as if he were her last ride.

“Round three?” She purrs.

Chapter 10

A/N: First Smut of the series! Much more to cum!😏

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Caught In the Cat's Web Chapter 6

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

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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