yandere miguel not letting you go back to your dimension, even stealing your watch and trapping you in a secret area of the spider-society unbeknownst to the other spiders. he gaslights you into thinking it’s the work of a villain or something, but secretly he just wants to keep you all to himself…
(optional!) he takes care of you, insisting he feeds and bathes you like some sort of pet, and treats you like one too
- Miguel O’Hara x M!reader
- Warnings: Yandere/Obsessive topics, psychological abuse/manipulation, abusive relationships (non-physical)
- A/N: sorry for the delay of posts, but here you are! Anyways, bit of a crap ending, I didn’t want to keep it going so long, but if wanted, I could possibly add a second part with smut.
You’d be in the spider-society for a little under two weeks now. You’d yet to gone back to your own dimension due to the commands of Miguel O’Hara. Not that you were fond of the man, but you wouldn’t risk your chance in the society. Besides, Miguel told you to wait two weeks before heading back, and it wasn’t a ridiculous wait.
But, when the day of your departure came, he refused. He had Lyla cancel your watch, removing the device and your chance of freedom. His glare threatening, trapping you beneath his stare like prey.
Your breath hitched, body tensing up as the man pinned you to the wall. Snarling and baring his teeth like a wild animal. “You’re not leaving.” His hot breath fans across your face, red eyes staring down at you with slit pupils. Despite his predatory look, he slowly calms himself, resting his forehead against your own. “You can’t leave..”
“Wh-what..?” You stammer, your eyes wide and brows furrowed. What was he on about?
“Your.. your dimension was destroyed. Nothing is left for you there..” Miguel informs, carefully lifting a hand to hold your cheek. “You’ll stay in mine. With me.” He struggles to hide the giddy feeling in his chest, finally having you all for himself.
Tears well up in your eyes, your throat closing up as you struggle to speak. A meek whimper slips past you, and with the noise loose, the tears begin falling.
Miguel is quick to react, both hands now cupping your cheeks. “No, no, no.. it’s okay, mi Vida. I’m here.” One of his hands move down to your bottom, the another behind your head, gently lifting you into his arms. “Please don’t cry, cariño.. I’ll take good care of you, I swear..”
It had been a weak since your.. entrapment. Miguel had taken it upon himself to create your own room hidden away in HQ. He’d been ever so generous to make it identical to the one in your dimension, so he didn’t understand why you were so upset.. He was trying his best! Was he not good enough?
“Cariño, it’s time to eat.” Miguel calls out softly as he enters the room. A tray of food in hands. “I made it just for you!” He beams, setting it down in front of you before sitting on the edge of the bed.
You only stare down at the food. You hadn’t spoken much since the news of your dimension, but Miguel didn’t mind. He’d wait until you were comfortable again.
“After lunch today we’ll get you into a nice bath.” He hums, gently brushing back your hair before lifting the spoon to your lips. He was always so set on feeding you.. and you wouldn’t deny him it, he was taking care of you after all.
You look up to him, opening your mouth to allow the soup in. A homemade delicacy he’d recalled you liked. “Is it good?” Miguel questions softly, gently brushing his thumb against your bottom lip, plopping it into his own mouth to clean it of excess soup.
You only softly nod, opening your mouth for another spoonful. It was routine now. Miguel would come during breakfast, lunch, and dinner to feed you. Every second day he bathed you. And for about an hour a day he’d simply spend time with you, whether it be him holding you close or entertaining you the ways he could.
“Such a good boy,” he praises, showing you the empty bowl like a pleased father, a reminder of the time passed in his presence “should we get you in that bath now?” Miguel questions, setting down the dish and taking hold of one of your hands.
You think over the question. It wasn’t your first bath given by him, but you definitely weren’t used to them. It was infantilizing to have a man bathe you when you were perfectly capable, but you weren’t about to fight the man on it… he could easily overpower you.
Your thoughts are silenced as the man pulls you into his arms, dwarfing you with his large body. He carries you into the bathroom attachment of your.. cell? Placing you down on the counter as he starts a bath.
“Did you want me to undress you, or are you feeling capable?” He hums, glancing towards you with cocky look. You stay silent, face flushed as you recall your last experience.
It had been the day of the news. You were so out of it you couldn’t handle simple tasks.. it’s what started all these processes. Miguel thought you weren’t able to care for yourself anymore. He took it upon himself to be your caregiver of sorts… to treat you like a pet.
You simply remain silent, wary eyes watching over Miguel as he approaches. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes, I’d love for you to help me, sir.’” He mocks, standing between your legs as he holds your hips.
A small whimper escapes your lips, a shiver fluttering up your spine as you drop your head onto his chest. You felt so weak in his hold..
His large hands work quick, grasping onto the bottom of your shirt, tugging it up as you lift your arms. The man hums in content, kissing your collarbone as he moves down to your bottoms. Fingers hooking around the waistband.
You’re left in boxers, exposed beneath his lustful gaze as he caresses along your body. “Such a beautiful body..” he whispers, hot breath fanning across your neck.
His finger finally tugging down your boxers, causing you to squirm lightly. Once left nude, his hands move to cup beneath your ass, lifting you up to place you in the tub. Cooing about how soft you felt…
It all felt far too intimate for what this was meant to be. Something meant to be platonic and care filled, more intimate and.. dare you say manipulative. Your gut twisted with unknown anxiety, unaware of why you felt so uneasy around the man helping you.
“Hair or body first?” Miguel questions, holding up the two bottles of soap. You think about it for a moment, slowly pointing over to the hair wash. You’d much rather his touch on your hair than body. “Sounds perfect.” He hums, taking a generous amount before lathering up your hair.
His touch is gentle and slow, cautious as to not scare you away. He knew you weren’t too fond of the intimacy (you’d learn to accept it, but he’d wait for now), so he refrained from anything too.. suspicious. Kind enough to let you wash your own body.
“What a good boy, all cleaned up and pretty.” Miguel coos, helping you step out of the tub, drying off your body. He’d been the one to pick out your outfit; something you weren’t too fond of, but would dress in nonetheless.
One of Miguel’s large sweaters and some shorts, shorter than you’d like, sat folded on the counter. A cheeky smile tugging at the man’s lips as he purrs into your ears. “You’ll look so good, cariño~”
He’s the one to dress you. Large hands pulling up some fresh boxers onto your hips. The shorts following suit, ending a bit above mid-thigh. You’re thankful for the way his sweater than pools around you body, providing some extra coverage for the exposed skin.
His hands cup around your head, forcing you to meet his eyes as he smiles, kissing your forehead affectionately. “Such a pretty boy..”
“Why do you.. why are you treating me like a pet?” You whisper meekly, the first thing you’ve said to him since the incident. He seems shocked, slowly grasping ahold of himself as he clears his throat.
“It’s what all good caretakers do.” He states, stroking your damp hair back, his calloused thumb rubbing against your cheek.
“You’re not.. my caretaker.” Your words are a clear mistake. The finger against your cheek growing to place pressure as his nail cuts into your flesh. The result being a thin, bleeding scratch on your cheek, a small whimper following.
“I am.” He snarls lowly, face leaning down towards your own. “And you have no right to say otherwise after all I’ve done. I have fed you, bathed you, spent my time dealing with your nonsense, and all I get back is your ungrateful attitude?” Miguel snaps, his other hand roughly pulling at your hair.
His grip slowly loosens, deeply inhaling before exhaling and relaxing himself. “I’m sorry.. you’re just upset. You just need some time to understand that you’re mine.” He doesn’t seem to speaking to you, but instead more to himself. As if planning ahead.
You’re scared, that’s for sure, but Miguel leaves no room for complaint. His predatory gaze meeting yours. “Cariño, I need you to be good and listen, surely that’s not too hard.” He’s backing you into the wall as he speaks. “I’m not asking for too much, am I? All I want is for you to stay safe. To stay with me.”
Your eyes desperately search for any escape, but you find none possible. His large frame dwarfing you.. “I’ll spoil you and everything! I just.. I want you close to me.. just you and me. We won’t need anyone else!” He’s got you caged between himself and the wall, holding your chin in a rough grasp.
“Just be a good boy, and start listening.” He whispers, licking up your chin, cleaning the earlier scratch of any blood. “I’ll treat you so good..” he’s panting, clearly growing a bit feral with the way his eyes flash a bit brighter.. “All mine.. you’re all mine..”
And slowly, you begin to realize just how fucked you were. Trapped with your obsessive boss and left with no hopes of escape.. truly nothing but a pet to the man. Something to be kept and toyed with. And perhaps… perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad? He was taking care of you; spoiling you even.. perhaps you could live happy as a pet?
