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Imagine being married to a version of Miguel (pt. 2)
Dark!Miguel O’Hara x reader
(Part 1)
Summary: In your universe, you are Spider-Woman… but you’re also Mrs. O’Hara. In Part Two, things start to escalate.
AN: Scenarios and bullet-points.
TW: MDNI, mature situations (non-con voyeurism, obsession, male mast., consensual times with your husband.), Angst, Jealousy, Dark!Miguel/Yandere!Miguel
With each day that passes, he can feel himself becoming more and more obsessed with you. With this life that could have been his. He's falling deep into the same trap as before. Instead of sending you out into the field, he’s making you stay at HQ for longer, and longer hours.
He tells you it’s because you’re a scientist. And… you are! It’s nice to have time just to study this phenomenon. Brings back good memories. Memories of studying and experimenting with your Aunt at OsCorp. Before… well, you know.
It brings you and Miguel-A closer too. Just as it had between you and the Miguel O’Hara you married. Talking for hours about tech, theories on the multi-verse, and debating if pork empanadas were better than beef.
There are times where the hours drift away. Where his shoulders relax and your hand touches his arm. Miguel-A imagines that this must be what life is like with you. The feel of your hand, your laugh, small things that make him slip into that trap again. He finds himself leaning down to you. The smell of your hair… that space where your neck meets your shoulder looks so tantalizing.
He looks at you. And, God, you almost forget he’s not your husband. Maybe it’s just because you haven’t had time with your Hubbie lately, but Miguel-A is hard to ignore. He’s a version of your husband! How can you not touch him and get him coffee like you would your man?
That day you touched his arm, and he leaned into you, that was too far. You took your hand away and apologized profusely. Which snapped him out of his own fantasy, and made him sour for about a week.
Miguel-A didn't like to eavesdrop, but he did it. And it was becoming a real bad habit. Craning his neck to hear you talking to Miguel-B. One day, he found himself engrossed in your private conversation on the phone.
“I just don’t like how long he’s keeping you there lately," his alternate said.
You shook your head and asked, “Why? I’m helping fix the multi-verse, or did you like being stuck in traffic for three hours because of a pterodactyl Green Goblin?”
“It’s not the work that bothers me and you know that," the thinly veiled accusation has Miguel-A’s jaw clenched. Judging by how you sigh, it seems you've talked about this for quite some time. Miguel-A creeps further around the corner, cloaked in shadow.
“Babe, I keep telling you. He’s not like that. He’s...” Miguel-A leaned in further. What did you think of him? You were defending him, that must mean that you... stop. He needed to stop. “I’m pretty sure he hates my guts, sooo."
Miguel-A heard his alternate laugh from the phone “Now that I have a hard time believing."
“Huh?”
“He’s me, sort of. I can’t imagine any version of me that doesn’t fall for you,” at that… Miguel-A had to agree.
Of all the variations of Miguel O’Hara that he had witnessed, there were only two where he was happy. The Miguel who Gabriella called “Papa,” and the Miguel you were currently talking to. A version you married and were trying to have children with. Any version of him would kill to have this be his canon.
The sound of you cooing “Aww! Babe, you’re so cute.”
“H-Hey! This is ‘concerned-husband-time’, I am not trying to be romantic here! I just…”
You interrupted him “It doesn’t matter how many Miguel O’Hara’s there are in the multi-verse, I married only one of them. And he’s the only one for me.”
“Ay querida...” your husband and his alternate whispered in unison.
“Once we fix these rips in space and time, I won’t be coming back. Everything will go back to our version of normal. Okay?”
What? Oh. That’s right. That is the mission. The point of all of this. Still Miguel-A feels his heart pounding. The thought of you just… gone. It’ll be like you never even existed.
“Okay. And don’t think this is me not trusting you. Because I do. I just don’t trust that Wo—“
“Oh! Hey, Work Husband!” you end the call the moment you catch sight of Miguel-A. Phew, that was close! How awkward would it have been if he had heard all of that?
He keeps telling himself that he’ll back off. And then he escalates. When you go home, Miguel-A is watching. Listening. After watching you make love to your husband all those weeks ago, he starts to record it. Secretly. In an encrypted file where he isolated the audio so it’s just you. Just. You.
Miguel-A listens to these files when he’s alone. Stripping himself bare and laying in his bed with his headset on. The sound of your labored breathing and frantic whispers helping him fall back into the fantasy. Crying out for “Miguel,” moaning for him to go faster. Harder. “Bite me, fuck, bite me!” You’re panting. Babbling as you lose yourself in your pleasure.
He's taking himself in his hand, pumping his cock and picturing it's you. Your hands, your lips, your cunt. Miguel-A tries to visualize how you would look above him. Rocking your hips as you take him inside of you. How your lips look as you say such beautiful, filthy things "You're so deep... H-Hold my hips, yeah... help me move. I love you, I love you so much...! F-Fuck! Ah!"
At the sound of you declaring your love, he cums with you on the recording. He always does. And it's what happens after that leaves him feeling sick and murderous in his envy. The recording ends. His eyes open. And he is so painfully aware of where he is, of who he is. Laying on his back alone, his seed cooling on his stomach in this dark room. Alone.
When the tears in the multi-verse heal, you'll be gone. Wait. The multi-verse. The algorithm... How many people have you lost again? Just your Aunt, right?