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lo-vearchive · 11 months

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Forgive Me (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary: After reconciling in your bedroom, Miguel disappears on you for a week. Giving up on any hopes of romance, your friends plan a night out for you to cheer up. Too bad your boss makes an appearance and catches you with an attractive stranger on a stormy night. Read Part One: here

Word Count: 4463 words

Content: Miguel being a rude bastard, Miguel asking for forgiveness (again), arguments, possessiveness, alcohol consumption, tobacco consumption, 18+ (minors DNI), no p in v but things get spicy at the end, female fingering, finger sucking, misogyny, insecurity, swearing, hurt and comfort, office sex (no p in v), questionable Spanish

Note: ANGST! Got carried away once again. Lowkey not proofread. I love angst and Miguel being vulnerable. If you are into angst, you will enjoy this. Feel free to correct my Spanish and ask for any other cw to be added. Thank you for the 1K+ notes on Pt. 1. Have fun, horndogs ;)

It has been seven days since you last saw Miguel O’Hara.

After spending a full 48 hours by your side, he had gone back to work. You decided to join him at Alchemax the next day but found his office empty. At first, you thought he was occupied with Spider-Man business, so you kept yourself busy with answering his overflowing email box. Slowly the sun set behind the skyline of Nueva York and the messages ran out, leaving behind a feeling of uneasiness in your stomach.

You [sent Friday, 6 pm]: Hey, are you coming to work today?

You [sent Friday, 10 pm]: I’m going home for the night. Call me when you are home. I miss you :)

You [sent Saturday, 5 am]: Are you okay?

You [sent Saturday, 1 pm]: I’m getting really worried. Where are you?

You [sent Saturday, 5 pm]: I emailed you in case you lost your phone. Call me asap.

You [sent Sunday, 7 pm]: I’ll see you at work tomorrow.

You [sent Monday, 9 am]: Lyla said you’re okay but won’t tell me what’s going on. Says I don’t have clearance. Please call me.

You [sent Monday 10 am]: Are you actually ignoring me?

You [sent Tuesday, 1 am]: My best friend you’re an asshole and I should never let you near my pussy ever again.

You [sent Tuesday 1:23 am] Are you ghosting me? You know we work together, right?

You [sent Tuesday, 3:30 am]: I hate you Miguel O’Hara.

Friday rolled around and your best friend had enough of your drunk late-night facetime calls. She gathered a group of your high school girlfriends and decided a night out in the town would be the perfect remedy. “Fuck him, babe,” Katy states, sliding a shot glass across the table. “You should report him to HR for being an ass.”

You laughed and tipped the glass into your mouth. The tequila burnt its way down your throat. “I’m just going to find a new job. I can’t be dealing with this shit right now.”

Your friend Soo let out a burp. “Did you let him hit it?”

You shake your head. “No,” you cough. “We came close to it, like above the pants stuff— do you think that’s why he’s ignoring me? Because I didn’t put out right away?”

“Bitch,” Katy chides, slapping the tabletop, “be fucking for real. You look like a busty, hot secretary from some comic book. He should be lucky you let him touch your tits!”

Your friends nodded along in agreement. Katy grabs the sides of your chair and spins it around, facing you to the restaurant bar. “You see that guy there?” she points at a man with messy blond hair in an open-collar white shirt. “He’s been eyeing you all night. Go talk to him right now.”

The tequila must have heightened your bravery as you found yourself walking across the dimly lit restaurant and to the wall. Stealing a glance at him from the corner of your eye, you ask the bartender for, “a rum and coke please.”

“You can add her drink to my tab,” the man says just like you hoped he would. “I hope you don’t mind. I saw your friends fussing over you earlier and you looked like you needed a drink.”

“Is it that obvious?” You ask, letting out a laugh. “You’re right, I do need a little pick-me-upper tonight.”

“My name is John,” he says.

You introduced yourself and slide in the empty seat next to him. “So, what’s going on with you?” he questions, sipping his beer.

You carefully lift your drink from the bar top and circled the rim with your index finger. “I’m not sure if I wanna’ trauma dump on a stranger.”

“Sometimes talking to strangers helps.”

You contemplate his words and sigh. Your friends would kick you if you said the name Miguel O’Hara again in their general vicinity. You chose to divulge a little to the mystery man. “Things got a bit complicated with someone I really cared about. Everything was going well and then he disappeared suddenly, and I don’t know why.”

John listens to you carefully, nodding to himself. “You know what I do when I’m confused?”

“What?”

“I take a smoke break to chill out,” he answers, standing up. “Care to join me?”

You downed the contents of your glass and follow him out a door that open to a back alley behind the restaurant. Rain pours down heavily, and you both huddle under a dingy metal shed. The cold air bites your arms sharply as John lights the end of his cigarette and brings it to his mouth. “It can be frustrating when you’re left without answers but a girl like you has nothing to worry about.”

You smile at his words. You take the cigarette off his hand and take a drag. The smoke fills your lungs, making your head spin a little. The light-headedness reminds you of how you felt last time when Miguel was in your arms. Airy, free, and light. No matter what you do, all your thoughts lead back to him. You shake away the memories and pass the cigarette back to John.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” a stern voice asks.

A man melts out of the shadows in the alley and into the light shining from a streetlamp above. You recognize him. “Miguel?”

He doesn’t look at you and keeps his eyes focused on John. “Who is he?” he asks with a deep frown.

“Listen, I’m off work right now,” you clear your throat, sticking your nose up in the air. “I don’t have to explain—”

“Look, man,” John interrupts, “no need to get all worked about this. We are just talking.”

Miguel lets out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, right,” he spits and gets in his face. “You could have done that at the bar. Why the fuck are you out here alone with her? What were you planning on doing?”

“Mr. O’Hara!” you exclaim, stepping in between them. “You are out of line!”

He raises his eyebrows at your formality but keeps his attention on John over your shoulder. “Buddy,” John says, wrapping an arm around your waist and moving you to the side. “She is allowed to talk to whoever she wants. I suggest you leave us alone now.”

The touch doesn’t go unnoticed by Miguel. His nostrils flare and his eyes turned red with anger. He steps closer to John until he is looming over the poor man. You often forget how big your boss is compared to everyone around him. The scene looks almost comical with how John tries to puff out his chest. “Te calmas o te calmo,” (Calm yourself, or I’ll calm you down) Miguel snarls.

Whatever John sees in his face is enough to make him reconsider. He holds his hands up in surrender and backs away slowly. Stopping in front of you he pushes the half-burnt cigarette into your hand and whispers, “If this is the guy you were talking about, then maybe it’s a good thing he disappears. I’ll be inside if you still want to talk.”

He walks away from the alley and into the restaurant, leaving you with Miguel alone in the alley. You watch in silence as his body trembles, and you can’t tell if it’s from anger or the rain hammering away at his back.

He breaks the silence. “So, you’re letting strangers into our private business?”

You snort loudly. “You don’t get to speak to me like that,” you tell him, taking another drag. “Especially after disappearing on me. You can’t just strut back into my life and tell me who I can confide in.”

“I was tending to some urgent matters,” he says, brushing his wet hair away from his forehead. “So I took the time to handle them. I can’t be around you every second of the day acting as your lap dog.”

The heat from the cigarette burns your skin. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you raise your voice, throwing your hands in the air. “You’re acting like I want you on a leash! I just wanted to know you were okay.”

“Clearly I’m okay,” he replies, rolling his eyes.

Your lips tug into a deep scowl at his tone. “Did you ever stop to consider how your actions affected me? How lost and confused I felt waiting by the phone every day?”

“It wasn’t intentional,” Miguel matches your tone. “You know I am a busy man, and that I have responsibilities. But you’d rather live in some fantasy land where I’m just some monster out to hurt you! You can’t begin to understand the weight I carry on my shoulders.”

Anger surges through your body. “How am I supposed to understand when you don’t tell me anything? Hell, your AI knows more about you than I do. It’s like you only care about missions or work and nothing else—”

“Sometimes in life, personal matters have to take a backseat,” he cuts you off, harshly. “Not everyone can put on a short skirt and high heels, waltz into work, type a few memos and then call it a night.”

“You misogynist fuck!” You scream back at him, resisting the urge to slap him silly. “I hate you!”

“I hate you too!” he yells back in your face with bloodshot eyes.

You spin on your heels and begin walking towards the main road. Rage begins to bubble inside you and reaches your throat. You turn around just as you reach the sidewalk and call out, “You know what? It doesn’t matter if you disappear again because I have hated you since the moment I met you. I hated you when everyone at work warned me about you. I hated you all those times you dismissed me like an afterthought. And I hated you when you came to my room that night begging for a second chance. So, I don’t care if you hate me, or think I’m useless or unimportant cause have hated you longer and harder and for better fucking reasons!”

You take another drag from the cigarette and then crush it underneath your pretty high heels. You make a right at the end of the alley and begin walking up the street. Warm tears spill down your face as you shiver in the rain. Katy was right, he was an asshole. An asshole that made you feel dumb for having a normal job or human emotions. But maybe you were just an idiot for falling in love with a man who didn’t respect you. Love wasn’t supposed to be this hard, but here you were feeling small and crying at the side of the road.

The sound of screeching tires brings you out of your self-pity. A sleek black car pulls up on the other side of the road and the passenger window rolls down. Miguel’s face emerges from behind the glass. “Ven aquí!” (come here) he calls out.

You ignore him and keep walking ahead. You have no idea where you are going, but you would rather eat rocks than speak to him.

From the corner of your eyes, you see Miguel make a sharp left, almost hitting oncoming traffic and pulling up beside you. “Get in the car!”

Your feet don’t stop moving so he slowly inches his car to match your speed. “Estoy harto. (I’m sick of this) Let’s talk!”

Honks and yells filled the night as people grew frustrated with his speed. “Stop,” you hiss, bending down to the window. “You are embarrassing me!”

“Get in the car then,” he says, with a clenched jaw. “You’re gonna’ catch a cold in the rain.”

“Stop pretending like you care,” you snarl, kicking the side of his car.

“A-YO LADY!” a man yells out of his yellow cab. “Get in the damn car! Your boyfriend is holding up traffic!”

A pleased smirk spread across Miguel’s face at the man’s remarks. You let out a frustrated grunt and yanked the door open, slipping into the passenger seat. “Put your seatbelt on,” he says, picking up speed.

You begrudgingly obey but wished that his car would get rear-ended so hard that his fat head would go through the windshield. “You look like you want me dead, babe,” he commented with a nervous laugh.

“Don’t call me that,” you snap, adjusting the belt over your soaking dress. “Where are we going?”

“Back to Alchemax,” he points at the GPS screen. “The freeway flooded, and it will be a while until it clears up. I have a spare set of clothes I keep in the office for overnighters. You can change while we wait for the storm to blow over.”

“I don’t want your charity,” you grumble, crossing my hand over my chest.

“I know,” he says. “I just want to take care of you.”

You disliked how your stomach felt at his words. “I left my bag behind at the restaurant.”

“I picked it up, it’s in the back seat.”

“I didn’t pay my tab.”

“It’s taken care of. Your friends know you’re fine, too. Just relax.”

Miguel leans over to turn your seat warmer on and warmth spreads across your chest and down your limbs. He drives in silence with only the soft white noise of radio static playing in the background. Occasionally you tear your gaze away from the furiously working windshield wipers and steal glances at his face. The headlights from other cars make the slopes of his cheek and the plumpness of his lips visible even on a stormy night. His warm complexion has turned pale, and you ponder if it was because of your interaction earlier.

You both pull up into the Alchemax parking lot and get out of the car. The security team must be watching through the cameras, wondering why one of their lead engineers was coming into work late at night with his drenched secretary. You quickly follow him into the elevator and up to the floor with his office. He opens the office door, and you slide inside into the dark space.

“Lyla,” he calls out and the room illuminates on command. “Lights.”

Miguel walks up to a storage cupboard and retrieves a towel in one hand and fresh clothes in the other. He passes them to you, and you quietly enter the adjacent washroom to change. You peel your damp dress off your skin and shiver as the chilly air hits you all over. Rubbing the towel quickly over your cold skin, you slip into an oversized t-shirt and shorts. It takes two knots of the drawstring, but you manage to keep the waistband tied around your naval.

You find Miguel waiting for you outside. He had changed into a shirt that hugged his slender waist and pants that hung dangerously low under his taut stomach. He pulls the towel out of your hand and drapes it over your head. His hands gently rub the threads against your wet hair in soft, circular motions. You lean into his touch involuntarily. “I can do it myself,” you complain but made no move to reach for the fabric.

“I know,” he replies. “I want to do it for you.”

“Please don’t.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re doing that thing again,” you said, “and it’s messing with my head.”

“What thing?”

“The thing where you start acting kind after being mean,” you explain in a small voice. “I don’t like it. It’s confusing”

He tugs the towel back so you can look into each other’s eyes. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad,” he speaks, gently. “I just lost my shit when I saw you with him.”

“You cut off all contact when all I wanted was to know if you were okay,” your voice shakes as you stare at your feet. “You left me all alone, what was I supposed to do? Wait for you to change your mind?”

“I know I messed up, baby. I was wrong” he sighs, inching down his forehead to meet yours. “I should have communicated with you, but sometimes on missions, things get complicated. I don’t always like the things I have to do, and recently I’m having a difficult time making peace with it. It’s like the harder I try to do the right thing, the more damage I do. So sometimes, it’s just better to be alone rather than pretend I’m okay around other people.”

His words hurt your heart. You knew that his missions take a toll on him. In the past whenever you tried to inquire about its contents he wouldn’t answer. You wouldn’t push, afraid that he’d pull away, but it seems that he was pulling away regardless.

“When you’re gone,” you clear your throat, trying to speak through your narrowing trachea, “I worry that you might be laying dead in some universe, and I’d be none the wiser. I know that being Spider-Man is a sacrifice, but I don’t care about the world. I only care about you. So, when you treat me this way, it’s like I can’t breathe.”

He cups your face and places a soft kiss right on your cheekbone “Forgive me.”

“You say that a lot,” you remind him with a frown.

“I know,” he nods, “and I still mean it. I’m just an idiot who doesn’t know how to find the balance in life. I love that you care about me, and I want you to continue caring about me.”

“I don’t know, Mr. O’Hara,” you said. “I can’t ignore the way you speak to me at times. It feels as if you think we’re not equals. I am not some idiot. I am not beneath you just because I work under you.”

He groaned at the sound of his last name. Every time you called him that, it made the space between feel bigger. “I have seen a million universes, nena, (babe) and you are not beneath me in any of them,” he curls a damp strand behind your ear, “Unless we are in bed, then you’re definitely under me.”

“Miguel!” you chide, punching him in the stomach. “No es broma! (It’s not a joke) I’m being serious!”

He lets out an oof and backs away. His fangs poke out from underneath his curled lips and in that moment, he looks as carefree. He wraps his large hands around your arms and holds your attention. “I know broken trust isn’t easily mendable, but I’m going to try my hardest. I won’t leave you out in the dark or make you feel small. I’ll think twice before I open my stupid mouth. I’ll even ask Lyla to give you full access to my missions. Wh-when you see what I have to do- what I must do, please don’t hate me.”

“Miggy,” you pout, reaching for his face. “I was really, really angry when I said those things to you. I can never hate you. My heart won’t let me.”

His toothy grin appears again, and Miguel draws you into him. His smooth lips find yours and he cranes your head back to find the angle that leaves you breathless. You run the pads of your thumb gently across the slopes of his cheeks. It never ceased to surprise you that his skin was so soft under his stubble. Without breaking your kiss, your shuffle back and walk him to his desk chair. You smile into his lips as he shakes his head when you move him back and down to sit. His hands wrap around your wrists. “D-don’t leave,” he cries out.

You shake your head and take a seat on his lap with your legs dangling off the side. Miguel’s hands find your jaw and he turns your mouth to his. You wrap your fingers in his hair and tug him closer. You let out a content hum as his fangs softly dig into your lips, breaking the skin. The taste of metal fills your mouth, and you pull away to look at him. He sits in your embrace, with red-stained lips and is just as breathless. “Sorry,” he sheepishly says. “I usually have them under control. It’s just you’re in my office and in my clothes. It’s making my head spin a little.”

You laugh at his words and gently pull his hair back. Pressing a wet kiss to his exposed throat you ask, “Miggy, how come we haven’t had sex yet?”

“Honestly?” he lets out a choked moan.

“Honestly,” you hum, licking his jaw.

His hands suddenly grab you by the elbows and spin you around on his lap, so his chest is facing your back. His warm breath hits the nape of your neck. A shiver runs down your spine. “I haven’t fucked you yet because once I’m inside you,” he whispers into your ear, “I’ll never want to be anywhere else. I wouldn’t want to eat, sleep, work, or be Spider-Man. I think I’ll just want to stay buried in you all the time.”

“Miguel,” you moan, clutching your thighs together.

“Tsk-tsk,” he clicks his tongue. “Don’t hide from me.”

His large hand slips between your thighs and pushes your legs apart. He turns the chair around until you’re both facing his work desk. “Up,” he commands, slapping the side of your thighs.

You gingerly obey and place your bare feet on the edge of his desk. His hands slip under your shirt, and he fumbles with the knot. Impatient with the knots, he uses a sharp claw to cut through the drawstring. Your breath hitches as he pushes the loose shorts down your legs and off your feet. He wraps his fingers behind your knees and draws your legs apart. He puts his chin over your shoulder and bunches your shirt up to get a good look at your pink underwear. “Baby,” he coos. “You gotta’ let me have this once we are done. A little souvenir for when I’m away.”

Your stomach tightens at his suggestion. You glance at him and then the office door,. “Someone will see us,” you nervously gulp.

“You let me worry about that,” he says and presses a kiss to the side of your forehead, “and just relax. I’m not gonna’ let anyone else see my girl spread out like this.”

He runs his knuckles down your bare stomach and across the clothed cunt. Electricity shoots up your body and you almost curl up in his arms. Miguel’s fingertips find a quickly dampening spot on the fabric. “Huh,” he huffs. “Is this me or rainwater?”

You cry, arching into his touch.

“I guess it’s just me,” he grins against your shoulder.

He slides your underwear off your legs and tosses it on the table. It lands on a pile of paperwork you had put aside from him earlier in the week. Miguel stops breathing at the sight of your glistening, swollen pussy. A loud moan escapes your throat as his fingers part your folds and glide back and forth. You were sure that the security guards patrolling this floor would have heard you down the hallway. You almost miss his question over the sensations of pleasure spreading through your body.

“Do you want my finger inside you?”

You nod against his cheek and reach behind to clutch a fistful of his hair to brace for impact. He lowers his down until his thick, middle digit is nudging your opening. You must have been soaking his thighs with how easily his digit sinks inside. You bit your lip harshly to contain the sounds threatening to escape your mouth. It’s your turn to hold your breath when Miguel’s other hand begins to stroke your clit. Once, twice, thrice.

When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. “You clench around my finger every time I flick your clit.”

Not that you needed proof, but Miguel does it again and you shake with pleasure. “See?” he gasps, and captures your lips in a sloppy kiss.

He he pulls back to hold your eyes and you breathe his shaky breaths in. You close your eyes and imagine how it would look to hold his hard cock in your hands while he played with your pussy. He tears you away from your fantasy by hooking his fingers inside on an angle. You almost arch completely off his lap. He moves his free hand away from your clit and presses you back into him. His hard bulge pressed into your ass.

“Here?” Miguel moans and licks your lips. “Tell me where? Right here? Ah, here.”

His fingers find that spot again and he massages his fingers against it. You nod furiously and my hands move to claw forearms. He softly bites your shoulder in retaliation and his free hand resumes working against your clit, picking up rhythm. “Can I put another finger inside?” he asks, breathing hard. “I promise it will feel good.”

“Oh-kay,” you gasp, rocking your hips on his hand.

His index finger slithers into your pussy, and you forget how to speak. You begin to twist and turn in his lap. He pulls away from your clit to press down hard against your stomach so he can keep you in place. You slide your ass over his crotch with every movement of his fingers.

“Mig-Mig-Mig,” you pant, moving your hips to his set rhythm.

“Good? I bet that feels so good.”

“Gah—”

He presses soft kisses onto your cheek as you sink into his arms. You begin to tighten further around him. You realize that this is exactly how you always want to be—full of Miguel’s fingers, touch, and love. His tongue slips into your mouth as his fingers begin curling into you faster. Your moans and groans echo through the office. His left hand leaves your stomach and reaches for your clit again. It takes seven swipes, one for each day he left you alone, for you to seize around his finger. His mouth never leaves yours as he drinks all of your pleasurable cries.

Slowly, the current leaves your body and you’re able to take in your surround. Your cheeks burn with realization. Miguel had just fingered you open on his desk at your workplace. The very same desk you set up for him every morning. Your fingers slide up to his hair and you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Don’t be shy now,” he chuckles, “One day I’ll fuck you all over this office, nena.”

You shriek and lightly slap his arm. Miguel gently slides his fingers out of your cunt, eliciting a soft groan, and brings his to his mouth.

He hums with eyes closed at the taste. “You taste so good,” he mumbles around his fingers.

“Ugh,” Lyla gags at a distance. “Be glad I activated noise cancellation.”

A/N: Thoughts?

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kairiscorner · 8 months

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Hear me out (req but for the love of GOD take ur time :>)

Surveying universes with miggy

And u see a sibling reality of the one u two currently exist in,,,, except

All

Cats

Bonus pag,,, u two are a family with a little kitty gabriella

AH AHHHHHHHH AWHHHHHHH ate ur giving me a distraction from school i lavet

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

traveling to other universes with miggy (kitty dimension) – miguel o'hara x reader

"alright, where're we off to now, mig?" you asked miguel as you peered over his broad shoulder, trying to get a peek at his watch. "slow your roll, i'm looking." "uh, actually, i'm looking." lyla quipped as miguel rolled his eyes. "yes, yes, fine, lyla's looking. just wait for a minute, it'll come up." he said as you both watched the AI assistant hop from one point of the multiverse to the other. she finally stopped at one point of the multiversal map and smiled widely. "i think you'd like it there, you'll make mig love it there, i know you will." she suggested to you with a smirk as you instinctively smiled back to her in excitement.

"right, then, let's not waste any time." you declared with a sweet smile as miguel pondered on what lyla was insinuating. lyla opened up a portal to that dimension, you merrily stepped in while miguel cautiously took a step in, following you in the portal; when you two stepped in...

"what...?" you said aloud as you looked around you left and right–you couldn't find miguel anywhere, but what you did find was astoundingly... furry? you saw a furry family walking home together to their quaint little home; they were the o'purra's, as the sign to their doorstep read. you snuck around their and rounded the back to see not only a light coming from their backdoor, but miguel was there, too.

you watched him looking into the little window, his gaze not moving away from there as he focused his sights on the little furry family having dinner in their little home. you joined him silently as you peered into the glowing glass panes, joining the furry family as they ate at their dinner table without them noticing. they were all cats in the household, with a bigger, furrier cat who seemed to be the father helping his little kitten daughter out with her math homework.

"i did it, papa! i did it!" she exclaimed as she set her pencil down and smiled up at her cat father. he nodded and smiled back at his daughter, petting the top of her head–at the in between of her perked up cat ears–her little kitten ears perking up and her big, wide eyes were sparkling at her father's affectionate touch. "alright, alright, that's very good, kiddo." said the cat father, who eerily sounded a lot like... "i remembered something like this happening to me." miguel murmured in a soft voice, his hands on the window pane as he watched the cat father and kitten daughter hug. the father's fur had the same color and miguel's hair, and the exact same hue as his eyes; the kitten daughter looked similar to the cat father, but smaller and sweeter. you chuckled at the sight of the affectionate father-daughter duo.

"they make a good team, i'm... wow, lyla was right; this world's perfect! society run by cats? that's a society i'd live in for the rest of my life, no offense to the spider society, though, y'know." you said with a slight giggle. "anyway... is it just me or does that cat dad look a little like–" "don't even start." miguel interrupted you with a low, monotonous voice as he shut his eyes and lowered his head a little, resting his forehead against the glass.

you looked at miguel, perplexed that he claimed an event like that occurred to him, and at his... his sudden desire to not want to engage in conversation about this anymore. but before you could ask him what he meant, turning your head around to face him–you witnessed the glistening of his eyes as the tears welled up in those hazel brown orbs of his; the very same ones that glowed as the cat father was being tugged by his daughter by the paw to the dinner table. you then heard yet another familiar voice to you, it was... your own voice speaking, but not out of your mouth, it was out of the other cat parent present, readying dinner for the three of them.

you gazed at the loving family, listened to their lovely purrs of appreciation for the food present and for each other as they began to sit down, dig in, and... just go about their day. it shouldn't have affected you this much, right? to see a bunch of cats that happened to sound like you and miguel with a variant of his daughter; it was so cute at first, but then it just... it made you ache for something, long for something you've never had before. "they're just cats, don't... don't get affected." miguel muttered as he shook his head, as if to shake the tears and the sentimentality of this life that seemed way too familiar to him in cat form was playing out. "stay on high alert, the anomaly's gonna wreak havoc sooner or later, and we can't let it hurt these... felines." he finished as his mask soon concealed his face, giving him a scowl for an appearance as he donned on the dark blue and red accented mask and began to walk away.

you wanted to say something to him, reach out to him–do anything to console him for this despondency he was experiencing to stay in this dimension any longer than you two should after witnessing what used to be the life he lived, and practically stole from some version of him, unfold yet again in feline form. you sighed as you watched him swing off to the nearest scratching post, with you taking one last look at the lovely family the cat versions of you two shared, and the lovely daughter you two had, took care of, and raised together.

you bid that family farewell as you shot your web at the same scratching post and swung off into the night, throwing yourself back in the damned routine you were so used to; that you tired of and wished... wished you could live a life like your cat counterpart. you desperately wished that you could just be at peace and with your loved ones–and that got you thinking, was there a version of you that found happiness? and if so... could you maybe... be there, even for a little bit, even if miguel didn't want you to stay?

well, maybe. but in the meantime, it comforted you that even a cat version of you could live one of its nine lives being comfortable, happy, and fulfilled being a co-parent with a cat father that was very reminiscent of... a man you thought you knew very well. this gave you hope, just a sma sliver of it, that you could one day attain the happiness and peaceful life you so desired.

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killykstudio · 9 months

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Melancholia

Miguel O'Hara x Obsessed!Reader

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6;

Warnings: 18+, smut, parano1a,heavy themes as depress1on, anxiety, intrusive thoughts, obsessive behaviour

Summary: After breaking definitely with your ex husband, you think your life is gonna be better, instead you get submerged from your own unhealthy behaviour.

Author's note: the pictures at the top of the post are just for aesthetic purposes. Y/N doesn't have any distinguishing physical traits or type of clothing, leaving you free to imagine her as you like!

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Your reflection in the hand mirror is engulfed in the pinkish and blue lights of the club.You are messing your hair , trying to give them a more beautiful shape. You look...

Hideous

"Linda~" you feel the word on your neck and gasp at the known voice.

"here. The line at the bar was so long, sorry if I made you wait too much" he places two glasses of tequila in front of you two on a glass table.

"Don't worry, Miggy" you lovely smiled at him. He reciprocates the sweet gesture adding a hint of seduction.

You both take the glasses , sip down the drink. Without thinking, you took all the tequila in your glasses, and in that same moment, a sensation of both heat and cold sent a shiver down your spine, causing an involuntary shudder. The alcohol was relentless, mercilessly scorching your throat, and your stomach clenched uncomfortably.

"Slow down! Muñequa! This isn't a competition " he chuckled, placing his glass on the table.

"God," you murmured, choked, and closed your eyes for a moment.

"You were supposed to enjoy it and not see it as a challenge..." His hand brush against yours as he takes your glass and places it near his. You reopened your eyes and locked them on his figure.

Damn, he is gorgeous: disheveled hair, plumb lips , you can see his muscle under his too tight black shirt and his eyes! His red bloodied eyes that make you bloom emotions you cannot distinguish.

"You are... sooo pretty Miggy ~ " you said it boldly.

He chuckles at your statement. You start hitting him playfully "why are you laughing!" Accidentally you went so close to him: your breast against his heavy chest; one of your legs on his; your nose lightly brushing. "C'mon Miggy stop making fun of me!" He keeps laughing until his lips crash on yours. It was sensual and hungry: he tasted all you had to give him,then he broke the kiss with a groan, leaving you breathless.

His warm hand ventured higher. A shiver ran through your heated body, and you couldn't help but bite down on your lower lip and close your eyes. His warm breath on your neck made you tense up.

He buried his head in your supple neck, kissing and sucking on your skin, leaving behind a trail of love bites.His hand disappears under your dress, and you stifle a moan as he slides two fingers in your slit. Your body was engulfed in flames.

"Miggy-y! Not her-e!" "Let them see who makes you feel good and who you belong to" you have to muffle a moan by biting your lips due to the way his voice rumbles in your ear to your chest.

"te gusta Muñeca? Eres un balbuceo desastre, "¿Te hago sentir tan bien?

The desire in his burning eyes. He stared at you like a hungry predator, and it dawned on you that it was just because of what he was doing to you, right in the middle of the club.

The various sensations nearly drove you insane

"If only you knew," his fingers moved faster inside you, his thumb massaging your clit incessantly, you almost lost your mind, "how much I’d like to fuck you right here on this table."

And that was it. His words were the trigger, you org-

❗SESSION INTERRUPTED❗

You scream in pain as you fall on the freezing ground, you were on the peak of pleasure and you were brought abruptly down from it without having the time to experience it.

Ring!

"time is off Y/L/N" you are a shaking mess, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. You stand on your arms , propping your head back to see the figure in front of you. A woman elegantly dressed with a goth cyberpunk dress and wearing

"you don't have enough memories for another round"

What?

"impossibile I- "you have used them all" She leans near you giving you a hand to stand up. Delicately she starts unplugging all the caves attached to you. " The fuck?!" You move quickly from her touch falling on the floor. "Listen Y/L/N you know perfectly how paraerotism works , I even gave you the depliant : you can use your own memories of a person and copy and paste them to be able to modify them in whatever scenarios you want, but they can only last as much as the original one. You have copied all in which this.... Eugh " she touched her glasses that worked as a tablet.

"Mike?"

"Miguel" you correct her

Ring!

"can you silence your phone, Y/N/L? It has been ringing the whole time "

It was your husband sending all that texts still desperate to understand why you left him

" I can't, if someone important text me, I have to know it"

As if Miguel is gonna call you in any moments

She sighs and continues with her lecture "Unfortunately you already copied all the memories you have of him and-

"can I not copy them again?"

"Can you not talk for a minute?" Your face showing clearly annoyance. " if you copy the same memory more than once , there is the chance of altering it irrevocably and even the chance of completely forgetting it."

Now everything else from now she said was a buzz for you , immersed in your thoughts as you slowly regain your sense from the brain sucking session

Fuck... You don't know for how many days you went on this paraerotic thing: you had left your husband two weeks ago and you cut all your relationships, but one , except for your ex searched for you and this only led you more into this artificial drug. It's not the first time you were dragged by it, but all the time you exited from it.

"I promise this will be the last time, mom" the phrase reverbed in your brain.

Ring!

"anyway since you have finished your memories of this guy, can I show you our Catalog of videoparaerotica? We have a new entry! which is already popular among our costumers: Spiderman Venom edition! The tags include: tentacle; dom; superhero; fighting; rescue; traumatic experience..."

As she continued reading all the tags, she didn't notice you get off from the floor and leaving the club like place.

Your senses are still cool down having a difficult time to focus everything in your eyesight, you could feel under your skin a buzzing feeling like a static tv. Another effect of assumption is the momentary loss of sense of orientation, so you activate location to be able to move back to your home.

Ring!

As you narrow your eyes to adjust them to the light, you are met by a huge thunderstorm

Lucky me ! You sarcastically smiled thinking at the fact you didn't bring an umbrella since the metro didn't announce anything about rain.

Ring!

Your smile fades away

Fuck! Fuck this city! Fuck my family! Fuck my ex! Fuck Miguel! FUCK EVERYBODY!

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Ting!

This sound is different, since you have set up different sounds for all your number contacts.

You open your phone:

Mom

My dear I've been worrying about you I hope you are doing that disgusting perverse synthetic drug again... Please call me when you can.

You start typing.

You

You are never gonna call her.

Ring!

You keep walking under the rain trying to avoid getting dripping wet, stopping sometimes under some balcony and veranda. The rain doesn't stop, it's raining cats and dogs, it's so strong that it almost creates a Gray screen. You are freezing and trembling , the cold reminds you of that of the lake.

Without realising, tears start flooding from your eyes,falling in the plash in front of you, fading in the rain.

Why am I like this? No . I destroyed my wedding, my most important relationship that I've built up in many years .not again . It's not my ex fault , it's mine ! I was feeling strange even before I knew about his cheating. NO. I'm tired of these thoughts, I can't MANAGE TO DO ANYTHING, why can't my brain shut down?

You try to stop thinking, eyes fixed on the rain falling in front of you, then see your reflection: you look fucking stupid.

I'm so stupid! I'm so weird! Can I be someone else?! God I wish I could peel my f-

A crowd of people screaming and running in front of you drags you back to reality.

"come here you little bug!"

It's that dr. Octopus? Is he a female? He is... A human?! I thought it was a sentient octopus, on the news they describe it in that way... I'm gonna unsubscribe from NYCN website. It's a fucking scam. Like this cit-

"Come on spidey don't run~ I've a lot of questions for you~ you don't know? It's legit to ask questions and it's a courtesy to answer them!"

She is swinging across the builds with her mechanical tentacles , the rain making it difficult for her to move quickly and precisely, trying to grab something, someone.

"It's courtesy not obligatory!"

Ah yeah... omg... You bring a hand in exasperation on your face. again him. You sigh deeply.

Ring!

Spiderman still being agile enough to dodge or her hits and swings. He is really agile, but he has the trademark to be like an elephant in a crystal shop, terribly unaware of his surroundings, everywhere he goes , something has to be repair.

Ring!

Like my balls everytime my ex messages me. Incredibly this rude statement from you makes you grins a little. Good one Y/N!

The two opponents keep bittering each other with witty remarks. You couldn't care less : you are under a veranda bar covering yourself from the thunderstorm; people keep fleeing the scene to secure themselves,but you couldn't care less, you didn't care If the hit,on the contrary, your mother could redeem your association, so you would actually be helpful to your family! Finally!

"We have fought thousands of times in my universe, it's a quiet...as they say in Italy... a 'prassi'~" (custom thing)

God,I should start a business where I sell popcorn near this kind of fights. Also thickets and merchandise, people would go crazy for this kind of things

"Funny! I have checked my agenda and there is written that it is scheduled only one match, bitch or as they in Italy,puttana!"

He lands on the street, throws a web and pulls himself towards his foe. She starts striking quickly attacks with her tentacles,but he manages to dodge them all, cutting them in the processe. Only one is still functioning properly, infuriated , Docto tries to flee , but Spiderman grabs her by her last tentacle and pushes her violently on the ground.

No wait!

Hitting the ground, due to cause effect , a huge wave of rainwater hits you like a tsunami. You are incredulous and dripping wet.

Not even Miguel could make you this w-

FUCK OFF!

Now even your thoughts were making your life miserable.

Ring!

You can smell blood. Not yours.She is still alive, getting up weakly from the ground.

"Wanna go for round two?" He asked sarcastically

She stares at him full of wrath then her anger seems to be replaced by amusement. She starts laughing , starting from normal to a hysterical one, simultaneously she takes a pistol needle and injects her self with some strange liquids and slowly she regains strength. Ready to storm towards him. She starts swinging, then everything went black for her.

You couldn't see her anymore: a flying ambulance just hit her.

You are still from shock. Spiderman is shocked. The paramedics are shocked. The only thing that wasn't stunned , is the rain who keeps falling down at an incredible speed.

Ring!

Fuck this shit!

As you feel the effects of the drugs have been completely washed over by the shock, you turn off your phone and storm back to your home.

And so in the hallway echoed your steps, the screaming of the people, the shouts of the paramedics at the poor driver and the voice of spiderman.

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Drops falling from your jacket on your floor as you are undressing your self. You look around, something is off.

Did I forget to turn the lights off? AGAIN!? Damn then I ask myself why the bill is so hig-

"Y/N , you know it's courtesy to answer the phone" you turn your head knowing what hare you going to face : your mother fury.

"But it's not obligatory"

"only people without common sense doesn't or-

"my ex doesn't leave me alone , he keeps messaging me! What the fuck does he want from me?!"You cut her lecture clearly being too tired to even listen to her, but at the same time you know the power she holds on you.

"moderate the language"

"sorry... So I had to turn off my phone, the sound was driving me insane!"

"I-" "your phone had the position activated" she abruptly interrupts you. Cold sweating gathering on your skin.

"and it was still on when I texted you"

"I-" you trying to collect saliva in your mouth.

"I was busy"

"busy destroying yourself?"

" I was in the fifth Avenue 42 there is a pub there" she narrows her eyes. "This isn't a bright period for me and I just wanted to relax a bit." Your hands moving in the air looking more dramatic, trying to release all your anxiety.

"Drinking a few beers isn't destroying my self"

"oh so you were drinking alone in a pub? " she says sarcastically. "It's not true that drinking alone leads to alcoholism! You know my bud-"

" let me check your breath"

You are caught red-handed. Your mouth is semi open trying to think of something to help yourself out of this umpteenth disaster.

"I washed my teeth"

Nice try

Your mother stared at you with a murderous look. She stands up and comes closer to you. You are petrified. You could feel your soul leaving you. You don't remember how many times she helped you and how much money she has spent for your rehabilitation, but you can clearly picture how many times you let her down.

She a few centimetres from your face

"you destroyed all my efforts to give you a better life" her voice was grave and severe. You are preparing yourself for the emotional wave of anger she is gonna throw on you.

"I'm sorry to have been a nuisance. I will let you be. Have fun with your own life"

Then she turns her hills and goes straight to the door.

Wait, what?

WAIT!

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Author's note: I'm sorry for the long chapter, but I didn't find a way to split in two effectively. Anyway in the next one we will encounter a new familiar face! A new silly and bizarre relationship is gonna form. Also I've plans for Miguel POV,but I don't know if it will be in the next part or the one after. Only time can tell. So be ready for part 7 and as always thank you for your support!

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