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its in the works and its taking SO LONG but this is gonna be a fav of mine i think IM STOKED LEMME JACK IT

getting tag teamed by superman and batman anyone?

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chat did this ruin my whimsical and mystical facade

I LOVE TUMBLR AND I LOVE WRITING SMUT AND I LOVE READER INSERT I WILL NO LONGER HIDE MY TRUE SELF

to be “cringe” is to be free

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I LOVE TUMBLR AND I LOVE WRITING SMUT AND I LOVE READER INSERT I WILL NO LONGER HIDE MY TRUE SELF

to be “cringe” is to be free

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+18 mdni! clark kent saying “here let me help you change”, cunnilingus, soft clark, dry humping, cum eating, cuming untouched, crying during sex (its a good thing i promise), no use of y/n, religious delusion if you squint really hard, im working on getting tag teamed by superman and batman rn too hehe LUV YAAAA

when you both got home neither of you were aware how exhausted your work banquet made each other. the minute you guys were through the threshold of your front door, every single fiber in yourselves let go. releasing the ache, the innate feeling of “holy shit i need to get out of these clothes”.

your work does an annual banquet, one that you have attended every year since you started working there. now that you had clark as your plus one you thought maybe you would have more fun. you cringed that day thinking about how up until now you always spent the banquet floating between the buffet and the bar. however turns out you had spent the entire night having to tolerate the other women around you slipping on their drool when they saw your boyfriend. you knew this would happen, clark is seriously hot in a way he has no idea about. but you did not expect to be basically yanking woman off your boyfriend every ten seconds as they begged to dance with him.

you made a straight shot towards your bedroom, clark following close on your heels; already working at the tie knotted around his neck. clark was worried you were upset about his response to these women, trying to apologize for just being him but you stopped him every time. you know it wasn’t his fault, and he was doing a perfectly fine job politely turning them all down; but you were livid at your coworkers. so you tried your best to keep your bad mood pointed away from clark.

you both had already slipped your shoes off at the door immediately lightening your mood now that it didn’t feel like you were walking on needles. as you made your way to the full length mirror you reached around you attempting to unzip the back of your dress. a firm but gentle hand engulfed yours, stopping you midway.

“here, let me help you get changed.” clark’s voice was warm and velvety as he lead your hand back down to your side. his other hand grabbed the zipper and slid it down effortlessly in one smooth motion. the cool air of your apartment hits your back and your dress pools at your ankles. clark’s hands move effortlessly as they find the waistband of your pantyhose, tugging them down your legs with mechanical efficiency. he taps your left ankle twice, silently asking you to lift you foot so he can lip that leg all the way out; then repeating it for the right ankle.

he rises from his position staring as you stand before him and a bra and panties, taking you in as if you were a renaissance painting. every mark or blemish just a stroke of the brush, placing oils purposefully to make up a whole masterpiece. theres something charged settling into the air around you both, neon shining across your bodies from the metropolis skyline outside your windows.

clark was the first to move, padding and standing behind you. his fingers moved up so he could undo the clasp of your bra. it didn’t even take a second for him to unclasp it, letting it hang so he could move to grab the strap at your shoulders and push them down your arms. as he moved he pressed kisses onto you skin where his fingers ghosted. you aided the final bit, pulling your hands towards your body; clark tossing the article somewhere into the darkness.

he circled around to face your front and placed his hands on either of your shoulders, carefully guiding you to the edge of your bed; eyes never breaking contact. when you were finally positioned where he wanted you to be, he grabbed to waistband of your panties and guided them down your thighs. a huff of air left you as you looked away flustered with how he was staring at you.

“what’s the matter pretty?” your face felt hot as he spoke to you. you mumbled something while you looked out through the window out onto the city. “can’t hear you gorgeous, please tell me.”

“you are still fully clothed. this doesn’t seem fair.” letting out another puff you crossed your arms over you chest.

“i said i was gonna help you change baby, we will get to me in a second.” when his sentenced finished your panties were at your ankles, and clark repeated the same motions he did when taking your pantyhose off. after once again throwing the piece of fabric somewhere, he stood up and as gently as possible pushed you back into the bed. your body fell and your back hit the plush bed with a soft ‘ouf’.

he untucked and unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor before getting on his knees in front of the bed; pulling your legs close enough to him so he could rest your thighs on his shoulders.

“clark, what-?” before you could finished your sentence clarks hot tongue was pressed against you, licking a broad swipe from hole to clit. a borderline squeal was pulled from you when he did this and it melted into a deep moan when he circled his tongue around your clit, his ministrations deep and purposeful. you hand flies down to tug at his hair, deep groans reverberating from him sending deep vibrations through your pussy.

you legs clamp and release clarks head as he digs into you like a man possessed, perverse slurps and squelches bouncing off the walls of your bedroom. a technicolor explosion blooming behind your eyelids each time he dips his tongue into you, collecting as much of your juices as possible before swallowing it down. he was devouring you, something between worship and starvation in the way he ate you out.

“need you show you, nothing compares to you. im made for you.” clark rambled when he came up for hair, his face shiny with the neon lights bouncing of the slick juices that cover his mouth and chin. “you’re the only thing i want on my tongue. nothing tastes as good as you sweetheart.”

your thighs were quivering on his shoulders when he dove back in, the breath of air all he needed to go back with even more ardor. every swipe of his tongue punched all the air out of your lungs, barely giving you enough time to inhale just to expel whatever you could get in a broken moan. you alternated between griping clarks black curls and gripping onto the bedsheets, but every time you grabbed and pulled on his hair his hips stuttered into the side of the bed.

he was panting into your pussy, whimpering with every single tug of his hair. you stopped grabbing the sheets, opting to continue doing whatever was making him do that. clark was so caught up in the act of getting you off and eating you out that he couldn’t catch on to what you were doing; and with every single pull his hips jerked harder. you could feel the sensation of every muscle pulling taught, you pussy fluttering on clark’s tongue causing him to intensify his movements.

“fuck clark don’t stop.” your voice cracks when you say his name making him moan, tugging his hair particularly hard when your back arches. clark continues letting out broken moans against your cunt and tears are welling up in your eyes from the pleasure. you blinked and squeezed your eyes shut trying to will the tears away, but they just dripped down your cheeks making more replace them. you were hiccuping as your body twitched and spasmed. at some point clark at hooked his arms fully around your legs that were still propped atop his shoulders. he was bordering on being suctioned to your pussy and it made you question if he would ever let up. just too much too much too much.

“clark!” you saw stars before you squeezed your eyes shut; you legs sealing your boyfriend between your thighs connected to your core. your juices flooded onto into his mouth and onto his face and he sucked and slurped everything you gave him, eyebrows knitted together, and his hips stuttering as something in his pelvis splintered into a scorching fire. before he could even realize mush less stop, thick ropes of cum panted the inside of his underwear in his dress pants. he was fulling grinding into the side of the bed at this point

“haah… agh fuck hnng! i-im sorry!” clarks face was bright red, all the blood that was once flooding his dick now coursing straight to his face. he hadn’t done that in… a while. he used to a lot back when you both first started dating but he was really embarrassed about it and forced himself to work on it. it always turned you on even more that he could barely control himself, but you understood his feelings.

seeing him right there between your legs, face flush red from exertion and embarrassment, you could swear that this right here in front of you was a form of god. a religion you would be the most devout follower of. something you would covenant with and serve till the day of your death.

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getting tag teamed by superman and batman anyone?

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anyone else get embarrassed by their own writing and can’t read it yourself

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imagining sitting on bruce wayne’s bare torso while he lets you take the black makeup around his eyes. him sprawled out on the bed you both share. sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips. taking a rag to his face and gently rubbing his closed eyelids. him looking up at you through coal smudged eyes and clumped long lashes. slowly grinding yourself against him as you continue to clean, as if nothing was going on.

him grabbing your hips hard enough to bruise, a low warning groan coming from his mouth when he mutters a clipped ‘stop’. you just smile innocently continuing your dutiful work at his face. letting him slip back into something more relaxed, his hands hanging loosely from your hips.

grinding back down onto his torso, examining his facial expressing as small breaths are pushed past your lips. bruce’s fingers digging into your hips once more, something flickering in his gaze as he glares at you. bruce finally giving in as he moved your hips himself.

“i thought you were just being nice, should’ve fucking known you had an ulterior motive. slut.” moaning as bruce mercilessly grinds you down against his torso; crying out after a particularly hard pass. the rag you had in your hand hanging absentmindedly, your brain too busy with what was going on right now to keep cleaning bruce’s face. bruce staring up at you, an expression you could never read plastered to his face as he manhandles you.

“fuck… fuck bruce!” your head swings back, your mouth flying open as more moans and whimpers leave you. your noises spurring him on even more, pressing you down harder; you clit catching on the fabric of your panties over and over. the friction becoming overwhelming as you thighs clench around his torso, clamping him underneath you.

“come on, babe you got it. you started this so finish with a bang.” something about the tone in bruce’s voice sending white hot shockwaves through you body, sparks popping behind your eyelids with your eyes screwed shut. you body tensing like a rubber band pulled as far as it can go, before snapping back with such force it rocks you, making your back arch. arching causing even more pressure on your clit. everything being just too fucking much.

your body crumbling under the force of your orgasm, aftershocks vibrating through every muscle and nerve ending. you collapse, folding over and slumping against bruce’s front. him lightly massaging your hips and ass soothingly. the air of comfort only lasting a few moments before bruce breaks it all, voice cutting through the silence.

“my turn.”

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my brain is going insane about clark kent and i have a huge fic in the works but i need to post something or ill explode. this was supposed to be super short and yet here i am.. also i haven’t written smut in probably like a year or so, so im stretching my muscles please me kind :)) i LOVE LOVE LOVE feedback and i love love love love LOVE requests so if yall have anything yall want written PLEAAASSSEEEEE LET ME KNOWWWWW

no use of y/n, she/her reader, soft dom clark, body worship, size kink, praise kink, explicit consent kink?? idk clark just really wants to hear you say it, dry humping, unprotected sex but reader on the pill, cock warming, premature orgasm, not beta read im sorry sorry

thinking about how clark kent would be if you had gotten real close to getting hurt or worse. like imagine getting home after almost dying or something. how delicate he would be with you, hyper aware of where he positions you or how he handles you. his eyes flicking everywhere across your body, inspecting you inside and out.

your hands would graze everywhere you could touch — and even when your hands fell back down beside you he would whisper, voice just barely wavering “no no please… please keep your hands on me. please baby.”

the desperation in his voice alone was enough to control you; hands immediately flying back to caress and squeeze whatever you could. small breaths escape either of you as clark continued to check you over. he would comb through you with a fine tooth comb, analyzing every little scrape, or birthmark, anything that caught his attention on your body.

“i dont know what- i cant believe i was so close to.” theres a sharp crack when he says close and he cuts himself off by pressing his lips to yours. he cant even begin to voice whats happening in his head right now. not unless he wanted to unravel right in front of you. he needs to show you how much he needs you right now.

you would give him everything he wants and more; showing him just how much you need him too. you couldn’t admit the fear that would’ve crept into you very soul, finding a cozy little spot to settle down in. you needed to be swallowed up in him. the kiss turning from scared and desperate to heated and passionate. clark’s tongue grazing across your bottom lip before gently entering your mouth.

the feeling of clark’s mouth is nothing you had ever felt before. he worships with his mouth. his lips would leave yours and he’d slowly work his way down your face, to your neck and collarbones. he memorizes your body every single time, as if he would never get the chance again. tonight that would’ve almost been his reality, and he makes sure you’re aware of that.

his fingers prod at your arms, your legs, squeezing and massaging as his mouth leaving ghost kisses all over you. “if i couldn’t do this to you every night i’d… fuck i don’t know what i would do.” there was something in his eyes, something that screamed he would rip the earth in half, if that were ever the case. you couldn’t ever imagine a reality where the man that sacrifices so much of himself to safe earth every day, would let it just burn. but you guess that’s a reality without you in it.

“that’s never going to happen. you were there tonight, im here right now.” you would grab one of his hands and place it on your chest, directly above your heart. he could hear it of course, but feeling it under his hand caused tears to well into his eyes. he’d vow that whatever it took, this heart under his hand would keep beating. no matter what.

he can’t help himself when his hips are resting directly on top of your own, his hips moving gently against you. you’d let out a small gasp, eyes widening just a little with the friction between you two.

“tell me to stop baby… please tell me.” his eyes are screwed shut as if he’s genuinely trying to stop his hips but can’t. you can’t either. you both need this.

when you don’t respond a dam in clark bursts open, his hips grinding into yours with more fervor. your hands haven’t stopped roaming his body since he asked you, fingers pressing into the solid muscle underneath the thinnest layer of skin. he felt like a marble statue wrapped in satin, silky smooth and hard as stone. small gasps and pathetic moans dripped from your mouth, spurring him on even more.

“i cant believe you’re letting me do this. you deserve better, you need better! shit-! baby i love you im sorry. if i hurt you i won’t forgive myself.” you silence him with another kiss, smiling slightly into it.

“you could never in a million years hurt me clark. you are the safest person in the world. you will always protect me, so just let go. we both need it.” your words take a second to register in his head. he can’t believe he would have ever gotten so lucky as to even be in the same room with you, let alone in a relationship.

“okay… okay but promise me, you will tell me if i am too much?” you can’t begin to understand what ‘too much’ even is with him but you nod all the same. “no baby, i need to hear you. say it.” you could feel your face heat up with the tone in his voice. he always made your stomach flutter even without trying.

“i promise.” the biggest smile you’ve seen all night blossoms onto clark’s face, before he dives down to meet your lips.

“good girl.” you could feel a way of heat rush through you with those words. that dangerous fucking mouth of his. his hands have found a home on both of your tits, massaging gently. soon enough your shirt was being peeled off you, your bra following suit. clark’s hands snuck down to your pants slowly unbuttoning them. his arm dipped under your back, wrapping around you waist and lifting effortlessly. using his other hand he slowly slid your pants off you; leaving you only in your panties.

“you’re so gorgeous. you are ethereal. i mean, i can’t comprehend that you’re a real being.” there was such reverence and adoration in his voice it almost brought you to tears, but with a particularly strong stroke of his hips on your panty clad pussy, a broke mix between a whimper and a moan fell out of your mouth.

“fuck and i could listen to those noises on repeat twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.” his hands wandered its way down your torso before cupping your pussy gently. a gasp ripped out of clark, finger pads dipping lightly at the wet patch soaking into the center of your panties. “oh my god baby, you’re gonna kill me.” he sounded winded, like the air had been punched out of him.

you squeeze your thighs around his arm, whimpering while looking up at clark. you were tugging on his sweatpants; extremely offended that he had more clothes on than you. you lips were dipping into a frown as you pulled a little harder on the waistband, leaning up to bite at his chest in protest.

“woah there, where are your manners baby?” clark leaned back a bit to look at you fully, a disapproving yet teasing smile tugging at his lips.

“i just don’t it’s fair that you still have clothes on…” you turned your head, cheek pressing into the cool fabric of your bedsheets as heat rushes to your face again; his attention never failing to turn you into a mess.

“what do you say baby?” his voice was light and teasing as he raised an expectant eyebrow.

“can you take your pants off please?” your voice was wavering, refusing to meet his eyes.

“you even said please, what an angel. how could i ever refuse you?” he stood back, taking his sweatpants off before quickly slotting himself between your legs again. with only two thin layers of cotton separating you two, you could really feel everything about him now.

“i know we’ve gotten this far but baby, i really want to- no i need to hear you say you want this baby please.” the look in his eyes, the earnestness im his voice.

“clark i need this. i need you. please please please clark.” you could see his pupils dilate, swallowing his irises until a thin ring of pristine blue remained. he let out something between a groan and a moan as he ground his cock into your pussy, the underwear adding delicious friction.

it was only a few more moments of this until both of you decided it was not enough, clark leaning back to allow you to lift you hips so he can slip your panties off. he throws them somewhere across the room, his underwear following swiftly after.

before your body could start to get cold clark was back on you, slotting his cock between the lips of you pussy and grinding. he moved with purpose and determination, wetting himself before he’d push into you. he knew you could take it, but he usually ate you out or fingered you before you guys stared.

“tell me to stop if it hurts please angel?” you nodded, responding with a breathy ‘yes clark..’ and that was all he needed for him to push himself into you slowly. the burning stretch is an immediate sensation, and clark can tell by the way your eyes screw shut and you suck a breath in between gritted teeth. he immediately has a thumb rubbing soft circles into your clit to help take your mind off the stretch.

his touch shot electricity through every nerve ending, a wildfire engulfing every muscle fiber. your back arches up slightly on the bed, your mouth stretched open as moans float from you. he was pushing in so slowly and still it almost felt too much, but the waves of pleasure rolling through your body off your clit was enough to block any other thought that wasn’t ‘oh my god i feel so good’.

“you’re doing so good baby, im almost all the way in you got this angel.” clark was staring so intently at your face, watching for anything that might signify that he needs to stop. but all he could see was ecstasy and it made it even harder for him to stay slow. but this wasn’t supposed to be for him. he was three quarters of the way in now, and you could feel a tight knot coiling in your core; ever muscle in your body tensing and releasing. if you came just from this, your brain would never let you live it down but everything just felt too much. the burning stretch of his cock splitting you open, the feeling of him hitting and rubbing every possible space in your body he possibly could.

clark could feel your walls fluttering around him, squeezing and releasing rapidly. his eyes widen just slightly when he realized just how close you were but he couldn’t stop the movement of his thumb. if anything he starting moving faster, pressing a little harder.

“no no clark wait- fuck baby! im close you’re gonna make me cum baby wait!” you were writing underneath him, and as you finish you sentence clark sinks all the way to the base. the loudest moan yet was ripping from your lungs, your head pressing harder into the pillows as your body arched further. your toes curled as much as possible making them shake with how tense your muscles are.

there is a sudden snap in your core, pussy clenching down on clark’s cock over and over again as the waves of your orgasm rock over you. there is a flash of white behind your eyelids, and clark cannot pull his gaze away. he reminds himself to record your orgasm to watch whenever he needed a pick me up; but that’s for a later date. his thumb never stops its movements as it guides you through the aftershocks. you feel boneless and limp when you come down from your high, clark staring at you like you just hung the moon in the sky.

“oh god… fuck clark- shit… im sorry i couldn’t-“ he silences you with a gentle kiss, free hand coming up to caress your cheek. you barely had time to say anything else before clark thrust into you ever so slightly, a silent message to you. a promise.

“you have nothing to apologize for sweetheart. we can sit here just like this until you’re ready for more. so sweet for me baby.”

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Johnny Slaughter x Drunk!Virgin!Reader

It is angsty, and kinda sad, and very dub-con (practically non-con), and also just- Johnny with feelings? if streams of consciousness don't make sense, that's the point. also i'm tired so sorry for spelling mistakes or if i just use the wrong word sometimes LMAO

"Alright, I've gotcha." You were leaning all of your weight into him as he sauntered down the sidewalk, and you didn't let up even as he inserted the key he'd just received into the door, twisting the handle and opening it up into a half-assed room, typical for the cheap motel you were staying up.

"You really... mmbooked 'em just for... me?" You slurred, your head lazily flopping onto his bicep as he led you inside, closing the door behind him.

"Didn't tell me you were such a lightweight," the man sighed, helping you over to the white queen-size bed, which you didn't put up any fight against, collapsing onto the comforter and giggling. At what? You didn't know.

"We should, mhmhm, kiss." You blinked, slowly, up at him, seeing triple. Triple hot. Triple hunk. Triple gentleman. He was being so sweet. He carried you here, gave you a ride, he promised your parents wouldn't figure out that their golden child was getting wasted at some rural bar miles away from home. He was so caring.

Sure, you'd only known him for like two hours, but those two hours said so much. He didn't say much. Well, he did. Flirted a lot. Was he flirting? Did you misunderstand? No, no, he got you a motel room. Just for you. He was definitely flirting. He was like a guardian angel, wasn't he?

You made a mistake, a lot of mistakes, actually. A lot of shots. A lot of alcohol. Glasses and glasses of mistakes. But he was here to make sure you wouldn't be making anymore. He was protecting you. God, what a sweetheart. "What's your name again?" You mumbled, your tongue twisting around itself to form some terrible labyrinth.

"Johnny," he reminded, bending down over you and catching your lips in a kiss. His was gentle, but forward. Yours was sloppy, messy, hungry, dazed. You were sloppy. And messy. Oh, your parents would never forgive you.

"Johnny, I'm so... ugh, you're lovely," you complimented, your nose bumping against his as he tried to kiss you again, but you just had to let him know first. "So loving. We should get married," you giggled.

"Baby steps, darlin'."

"I'm your darling?" You hummed, smiling sweetly. Innocently. What the hell were you doing? No wonder the bartender warned you. But he paid for your drinks. He was just so generous. How could he possibly be single? You were so lucky to have him. "I think I love you."

"You're crazy," he laughed, the sound sweet and appetizing and so manly. You laughed too, because you wanted to be like him. Wanted to take care of people like he was. Wanted to be big and strong like he was. Wanted to be so sweet, wanted to kiss like he did. He was perfect. He kissed you again, and you kept giggling, your skin crawling with... excitement? nausea? you couldn't really tell the difference. "You wanna go through with this?"

With what? "Mhm," you hummed, closing your eyes for just a moment. Then you opened them again, and he was still there. All three- two? Four? All of him- them? Ugh. "Yuh-huh," you affirmed. If he wanted to, you'd do it. No clue what 'it' was, but he was a good decision maker. You were clearly, definitely, obviously, drunkenly not.

"You done this before?"

"Yeah." Done what? You'd done a lot of things. You hadn't gone skydiving. Or bungee jumping. What a funny word. Bungee. Bun-gee. "Bunnn, geeee," you announced, and Johnny squinted at you. You giggled. What'd he say?

"I'm gonna take yer shirt off now." He kissed your cheek, and you nodded. Was he going to get you into a bath? Oh, he was such a sweetiepie. Like a grandmother. But hot. and muscular. and young. and had a way deeper voice. and, actually, he wasn't like a grandmother at all. but he still made you smile.

He removed your shirt, and you tried to lift your head to kiss him, but your head was so heavy, and your muscles were so weak. Ugh, you wished you had muscles like him. he could lift your head. you definitely couldn't.

The best part was, he did lift your head. and he did kiss you. He was a mind reader, too? Was he even real? Men like this didn't exist. Not really. men as sweet, and loving, and gentle, and-

His hands were on your pants. Strange. He knew what he was doing. You trusted him. What was his name again? "Joey," you thanked.

"Johnny," he corrected.

"Mister Johnny," you slurred, brushing noses with him. He kissed you again, and he tasted like the bar. He'd been drinking too. He was like your drunk-buddy. Drinking buddy. And designated driver. A perfect package. Why are engagement rings so expensive?

"You alright?" His voice spoke again, and you blinked, finding that there were now only two of him. That you could see. Your vision was dark at the sides, but who needed peripheral vision, anyways? He was tugging your bottoms down your legs, and you looked up at him.

Somewhere, distant, faint, barely even present in your mind- somewhere, something clicked. Some puzzle pieces snapped together. You could make out the shape of the puzzles, the caves and the peninsulas, but they were blank pieces. There was no puzzle. It was blurry. Fuzzy. Like a puppy. Or a kitten. Or a squirrel.

"What?" you mumbled.

"Eyes on me, sweetpea. You alright?"

It was hard to focus on him since you'd have to focus on two images at once, but you tried your best. It only brought a headache. "Why... wouldn't I be?"

"You're awful' drunk."

"I'm knows," you scoffed.

"Do ya?"

"Obvs," you reminded, reaching up a hand and pawing at his face as you tried to boop him, grinning up at him. His hair draped over his pair of faces, and you wanted to bite it. Wanted to pull it. ugh, you were such a bad person. who made bad decisions. you hated alcohol. why'd you even stumble into that bar? your parents would be so mad.

Her eyes were almost crossed, and Johnny found it dizzying to try and gain her attention. She swatted at his forehead as she replied, and he pulled back ever so slightly. Gently, he pulled her hand down, trying to be patient with her. She'd been tipsy when he got there, but this was something else.

He tried not to think about it- This wasn't his first drunken sexual encounter, and wouldn't be his last. His lips pressed to her chest, his fingers caressing the insides of her thighs. She was warm, inviting, almost intoxicating. Then again, it could've been the potent taste of alcohol on her tongue. Stronger than his own. He swore she didn't have that much to drink, and she knew what to order- It wasn't her first time drinking, or so he assumed.

He'd hardly understood a word she'd bumbled on the way home. A ramble about her parents and treehouses here, another about college and service animals there. He didn't bother trying to decipher her codes. He was sure she didn't even have a clue what she was saying, so it wasn't his responsibility to figure it out.

Her fingers played with his hair, awkwardly tugging and scraping at his scalp, but he didn't mind. She mumbled something out, but the more time he spent with her, the less precise her words got. At this point, they were unintelligible, but she seemed happy while saying them. Oddly enough, it brought a smile to his face.

He reached down, unbuckling his belt. She continued with her string of corrupted vowels as he did so, and he ended his trail of kisses on her stomach before standing up straight once more. Her body was so... pristine. Shiny? It had this certain glow to it- a glow that her eyes lacked. They were stuck half-lidded, even feigning unconsciousness a few times, but he'd been proven wrong each time when she'd open her mouth to quickly inform him of how much she loved sunflowers, or to tell him an impossible-to-follow story about her first pet. He'd listened- not understood, but listened, to her, and then she'd fall back into silence for a few more minutes.

And even so, when she was so clearly destroyed by the liquor she'd been drinking like water, she looked so peaceful. She lay on the bed below him, completely flat, completely relaxed. Her arms casually positioned above her, her palms facing him. He wanted to hold her hand. So he did, and it brought a small smile to her face.

He wasn't going to stick around after this. He never did. He never wanted to. But she- she was so intriguing. So strange. He wanted to learn more about her, wanted to understand her. Wanted to listen to her stupid rambles and her whispered confusion. He wanted to see her frustrated, wanted to see her cry, wanted to see her confident, wanted to see her.

Shit. Maybe he wasn't all that sober. His hips leaned forward, and her eyebrows slanted, barely enough for him to notice. But he caught on, and his brows mimicked her movement. He was close to entering her, sliding between her folds, but he wasn't inside. Not yet. She looked confused.

"We're makin' love?" She asked, and Johnny narrowed his eyes, cracking a smile. That was a first. It was always fucking, or having sex, or getting laid, or some other degenerate nickname. Making love? That was for married people. Old couples. People with kids. People with commitments. Didn't she understand?

"Yeah, darlin', we're gonna make love," he replied, leaning down and kissing her neck. "Is that alright?"

"Mhm," she answered, and Johnny released a breath. She wasn't going back to his place. But he wasn't going to hers, either. Too innocent to be a victim, too drunk to be a partner. This was just another in his long list of mistakes. Another night that he'd forget after a few more bottles, a few more weeks, a few more stolen cigarettes, a few more kills. He always forgot them. He'd had too many. Needed a break far too much.

And she was surely the same.

And yet, when he pushed in, there was a tension, and then it broke. Something- something physical, something inside of her broke. And she whimpered, like he'd cut her. Her voice was light as she asked "What?"

Johnny couldn't move. He couldn't act. He couldn't continue. He couldn't speak. He wished he couldn't think, but that was all he did. When he looked down, his worst fears were confirmed. Dripping onto the white comforter were two marks of scarlet, and Johnny squeezed her hand.

No. No, no, no, no. No way.

Johnny held his breath. Wanted to wake up. He never felt bad. he never felt sympathy. He never regret things from his heart, only from his head.

but there was a singe in his chest. A poking in his lungs. And, despite her consciousness being continents away, she realized. Or, at the very least, picked up on his guilt.

"Please don't be mad," she whimpered, her voice breaking. And she cried. She held it back, but tears weren't easily disguised. He shook his head, trying to pretend that it was fine. Trying to pretend that this was normal, that he regularly took girls- drunk girls, pretty, innocent, completely wasted girls virginities.

But he didn't. And it showed.

"It's okay, I'm not mad," he assured, his jaw tight. He didn't know what to do. It was too late. Maybe she wouldn't remember in the morning. Maybe she wouldn't realize what she'd given up--

No.

What he'd taken from her. Stolen from her. Why would he assume? Why would he ever think this was a good idea? Why would-

"I'm sorry," she sobbed, and Johnny did something he'd never done before. Never even thought to do.

He leaned down, and he hugged her. She hugged him back- or, tossed her arms over his back, her drunken sobs hitting his chest like a goddamn bullet. He made girls cry on purpose. He made them scream, and sob, and bleed-

She was doing all of that. But he did not want her to. He shushed her, kissing the nape of her neck, running his hand over her back, all in an attempt to comfort her. He shouldn't care. He'd never cared. He had never shown any feelings towards anyone for any goddamn reason. He was not that person.

But he felt like a bad person. He'd killed people, but that wasn't the issue right now.

No, he was so much worse than that. She was sweet, and clueless, and couldn't handle her alcohol. She'd had a terrible night. No girl like her would be in a shithole bar if she hadn't. And he'd made it worse.

And come morning, she may not even be aware of it. She'd wake up, stranded, sore, sick, in a cheap motel, alone. She'd assume that she'd called a cab, she'd assume that she handled herself fine, but Johnny would know. He'd know the truth.

What was he doing?

Nancy was right. Running off and ignoring the family was a terrible idea. She'd sworn that he'd get himself into trouble, and while she'd definitely been talking about the law, or barfights, he felt like this was his karma. This was his trouble. Hell, it didn't even affect him. It shouldn't affect him.

But she was crying in his arms, and she didn't even fully understand why. And he held her, feeling a responsibility to care for her, to comfort her.

He was going to have to stick around, wasn't he?

Come morning, she'd wake up sore and sick, and with a stranger. And he'd be there. And he'd scare her, and stress her out, and hold her hair as she threw up tonight's mistakes, and he'd probably hug her again as she cried.

Johnny sighed, using his thumb to wipe her tears. She'd already fallen asleep. He laid her down, put her clothes back on as best as he could, and covered her up with the blankets. And he left the room.

He stood just outside, unpocketing a carton of cigarettes and putting one in his mouth, using a rusty black flip lighter to ignite the end.

He didn't know what he was going to do. But he felt a responsibility. An attachment. He didn't understand it. Maybe in the morning he'd lose all sympathy and be gone before she woke up, but he found that outcome unlikely.

He'd figure it out. He had to.

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let me show you my thanks

so here is part two to 'cat got your tongue' i love miguel and i dunno maybe this was ooc but its my first smut fic with him be gentle. also i tried desperately to get like actually grammatically correct and normal sounding spanish from a bunch of different websites; so i really apologize in advance if it sounds disjointed or weird. im a patehtic monolingual individual :(.

summary [2.9k words] - you took an unannounced break from the spider-society after the fiasco that was your last meeting with miguel. he wants to show you just how thankful he is for you.

warnings - 18+ (if you're a minor and i see you interacting with my stuff you're getting blocked). SHARP TEETH BABY RAAAAHHHHHHHHH, inappropriate use of venom, slight degredation if you squint.. nsfw under the cut!

you were on autopilot for the next few days after your conversation? argument? with miguel. you were home in your own universe; you had shucked the gizmo off your wrist the second your feet landed in your small apartment. you didn’t even want to think about miguel let alone get contacted by the man so you shed your brain of anything involving hq. the days consisted of bouncing between your mattress and your desktop, occasionally fighting whatever enemy decided to break your peace. it was nice to fall back into your once usual routine before your discovery of the spider-society. and it was even nicer to finally have a little peace of mind. not thinking about miguel had made everything a little easier.

you weren't worried about his reactions to anything. you weren't concerned about his hair trigger temper; about whether or not something you said would set him off. there was the smallest licks of anxiety in the back of your mind as the radio silence was unnerving to a degree, you had grown accustomed to hearing lylas cheerful voice break into your mind. it was easy to shake those feelings though; spending the mostly quiet evenings catching up on shows or games you just simply hadn’t had to time for anymore. 

it had been storming all day, and you had found out after talking with other spider-people, that you had gotten quite lucky with your version of new york. the storms never pulled more trouble out of the damp dark cracks of the city, if anything it deterred them. the city life was hushed by the gray gloomy skies spitting fat raindrops at your window. you felt something ping up your spine as you were sitting at your desktop. it wasn’t the same feeling you got when you sensed some form of danger; this surge of nerves was telling you something was off today. before you could even get up from your desk chair, a large orange spiral of energy tore into your dimension; and out popped the looming man you were trying to avoid.

“you took your bracelet off.” there was an edge to his voice; something unknown on the cusp, threatening to fall out and into your lap. you didn’t dignify his statement with a response. you didn’t owe any responses to miguel. so you just stared at him in the silence of your apartment; his vivid eyes searching you for anything; and after a few more moments of silence he decided to continue talking.

“we’ve– i’ve– been trying to contact you.” another long beat. “you had duties to fulfill. you’ve been holed up in your dimension while i thought– lo que sea…”[1] his mouth snapped shut before he finished his sentence, cutting himself off before giving an exasperated sigh. his hands rubbed down his face, before revealing his eyes which were intensely trained on you. your expression gave nothing away, you were just going to stand aside and watch him fight with himself inside his head; or maybe he’d even just give up and leave. part of you hoped for the latter, but you also wanted him to finally be able to figure out how to speak to you.

“listen. i understand you were, shit probably still are, angry about how i reacted.” his words for grating against his clenched teeth and set jaw. clearly this was very difficult. “but i didn’t know how to react to the fact that you were a breath away from meeting death. i had come to terms with death a very long time ago. but i don’t know if i’d be able to get over it, if you died.” you continued to let him speak, watching him as he chewed on the words and mulled them over in his head. 

“you are so fucking annoying sometimes, but you are so lovely and you’re so soft. and i know you can hold you own but you…” you could practically see steam coming from his ears, as the cogs in his brain turned away trying his best to figure out how to express his thoughts. he stopped talking for a moment as he approached you slowly. “tenía tanto miedo que sentí ganas de vomitar.”[2] his voice was a fraction of the volume it once was. his hands gently grabbed yours.

“i’m sorry i was…more or less a dick. you didn’t deserve that, especially after you saved my skin. quería… darte las gracias por salvarme la vida.”[3] his eyes bore into your own. now you were genuinely speechless, and not just holding out due to spite. thankfully your body acted for you, reaching forward and wrapping your arms around miguel’s strong abdomen. you let your head rest against his chest and you waited for his reaction. after a few beats his arms wrapped around your frame. his head ducked down to tuck into the crook of your neck.

you whispered out a thank you, to which you felt a quick puff of air escape miguel’s nose. he couldn’t understand why you were thanking him. you pulled your arms back and over his shoulder, gently grabbing a handful of his dark hair and pulling his head back up to look at you. before he could say anything you lightly placed your lips onto his in a timid kiss. an action so tender and so soft, it managed to shatter miguel's heart and rebuild it anew. it took less than a second for miguel to kiss you back. immediately the atmosphere changed, electricity surging through the both of you as miguel deepened the kiss. his hands skated around your body, kneading the flesh underneath his fingers whenever he paused his ministrations.

your hands were still occupied with fists fulls of his hair, and you took that as an opportunity to tug on his hair as you two made out. his mouth pulled away from yours for the briefest moment; allowing himself to let out a breathy groan. his hands planted themselves firmly on your ass, squeezing hard making you yelp. as you both made out, he was backing you up into the wall; and before you even realized your back was pressed flat against the wall. his knee immediately slid between your thighs, slotting right between them as if you were made to fit against each other. 

his thigh pressed hard against your core, and you let out a stuttering gasp at the pressure. he gradually took hold of all of your senses. he was becoming overwhelming. you gently pushed against his chest, humming against his lip as his tongue continued to play with your bottom lip. he pulled his head away after a few more moments, almost irritated by the prospect of leaving your lips for more than thirty seconds.

“what’s wrong mi amor?” his voice had dropped a couple of octaves. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you. “are you still hurt?” you shook your head in response. he had backed up enough to let you slip out from between him and the wall. you grabbed his hand and led him to your bedroom. the whole apartment was dark aside from the dim lamps you had lit scattered around the few rooms. you could hear the rain still colliding with the glass of your window, however that was mostly drowned out by the pounding of your heart. you swore miguel could hear it as well, which only made matters worse.

you had merely dreamed of scenarios similar to these, never once thinking they could actually become real. some section of your brain wondered if you were passed out in bed already. sure you and miguel were amicable with each other, but he was such a shut off man that you were never really able to characterize what you were to him; and vice versa.

the end of your bed came in contact with your calves, and miguel pushed you down onto it. you landed with a quite huff, while the realization of what was going to happen tonight dawned on you. miguel must’ve seen the deer in headlights look on your face, as he leaned down with his hands bracing himself on either side of your shoulders.

“i want to show you just how grateful i am for what u did for me… only if you allow me.” his face was nothing but completely genuine, giving you a way to say no to all of this if you really wanted to. you didn’t say anything in response, you merely wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back down into a much more heated kiss. miguel groaned low in his throat at the feeling of you yanking him down. unfortunately for you though, he started pulling away, instead standing upright once more to take on his suit. with a quick shrug of his shoulders his chest was exposed, suit still sitting low on his hip. not like it was hiding anything from you. you could clearly see the line of his hard dick straining against this unstable molecular prison.

“baby, if you want this to keep going… im gonna have to hear you say it.” the corners of his mouth were tugged upwards in a sly smirk. he wanted nothing more than to hear you say how much you wanted him at this moment. fuck he felt his cock jump at the mere thought of your plush lips opening to beg for him. he watched as you opened and closed your mouth a few times, observing the way your struggled with vocalizing your thoughts.

“miguel…” your voice was a pathetic whimper, and you squeezed your thighs together to alleviate your desperation. miguel’s practically rolled back into his skull, hearing you say his name like that– his big hand gripped your knees which had been brought up to your chest, his talons threatening to spring out and dig into your soft skin.

“say it baby. i gotta hear you say it.” he edged you on, his erection now pressed firmly against your ass as encouragement.

“miguel please… i need you so bad. dreamt about this moment.” your confession felt like a swift quick to the chest, successfully ridding his lungs of any oxygen. you’d dreamt about this before. how could he hold back now.

“dios mío… siento que un día me vas a matar.”[4] his voice was a mere growl at this point, his jaw clenched as he stared down at you. “tell me, what exactly have you dreamt about?” he shifted you further up onto the mattress, giving him the opportunity to box you in with his huge frame. embarrassment was licking at your subconscious like flames, making your whole body get swelteringly hot. but there was something in miguel’s expression that egged you on. you felt like you were going to die if you didn’t tell him.

“i think about your teeth…a lot… recently i’ve found myself– ugh this is so…” you covered your face with your hands before continuing on. “i think about you biting me…again i guess… i think about your venom.” you just never ceased with rendering miguel speechless, he guessed it was just one of your many talents at this point.

you were starting to get nervous about your confession. miguel hadn’t responded yet, but before you could get too into your own head you felt his lips ghost over you neck; right across the spot he bit you the first time. your breath hitched in your throat, and you involuntarily whimpered.

“you’ve really gotta trust me if you want that. you’d give everything up to me.” you only nodded your head. you trusted him; in all honesty you think you trusted him more than almost anyone in the society. you heard him click his tongue sharply.

“what did i say earlier? if you want this i gotta hear you say it.” you felt his breath fan over your neck, as he peppered small kisses all over it and your chest. you had wrapped your legs around his waist, and he was very gently grinding down into you. gentle vibrations wracked their way through your entire body causing small gasps and whimpers to come spilling from your kiss swollen lips.

“please miguel… i surrender everything to you. i trust you.” that was all he needed to hear before he bit down into your trapezius muscle, just like before. only this time you were much more aware of the effects now. he stayed like that for a couple seconds longer, before detaching from your neck and licking away the blood from the wound. slowly but surely you felt all motor functions slip from your body. you were overcome with this euphoric dullness, you felt like you were floating. while you slowly felt all control drain from your body, miguel was making quick work of your clothes, sharp claws slicing through your shorts and shirt like it was nothing. he whispered promises of new clothes as he continued with your bra and panties.

“how are you feeling mi amor? can you speak at all?” you acknowledged miguel’s questions with a quiet moan. as much as he wanted to take his time with you, work you up before tearing everything back down; he knew he had very little patience left, and limited time to work with the venom. your metabolism was extremely fast in comparison to the usual suspects he would subject his venom to, so he had much less time to keep you in this dreamy haze. he wanted to make sure the only word you could think of was his name.

the rest of his spider suit disappeared into nothing as he positioned you. you legs had fallen from his waist a little while ago when you first started feeling the venom, so he flipped you over onto your stomach. he arms wrapped underneath your hips to hoist you up so your ass was in the air, with your back arched and chest pressed into the mattress beneath you. he knew he was going to warm you up. miguel hasn’t exactly had many partners as of late but he was aware of his size. one of his hands found its way to your pussy, his other hand bracing your hip and keeping you steady. his fingers rubbing gentle circles into your clit. hazy pleasure rolled through you, like waves lapping at the shore. long strung out moans clawed their way up your throat; spurring miguel on. his fingers had moved from your clit, moving deeper in as they breached your hole. a deep groan echoed through to room.

“christ you’re so fucking wet. such a slut, ready to give up any control.” god his dick was painfully hard now. pulsing steadily every few seconds, weeping precum and begging to be buried deep in your hot cunt. he felt your walls flutter and clench when he degraded you, and he filed that information deep into his brain. his fingers were so overwhelming through the fog that settled inside your skull. your breaths had become erratic, chest rising and falling to desperately take in air. you moans were cracking, as miguel fully rammed three fingers in and out of you.

“i hear you baby, i hear you. im gonna take care of you.” he curled his fingers in search of that one spot that would make you see stars. it didn’t take long for him to find it as your volume increased even more. 

“m-mig…” you desperately tried to form words; to warn miguel of your rapidly approaching orgasm. you were fighting against the paralysis and the overwhelming floating feeling. your pussy clenched down tight against miguel’s fingers, a sudden wetness coating most of his hand. he pumped his fingers a couple more times as he worked you through your orgasm. once your breathing settled a little he gently took his fingers out of you. he took his fingers into his mouth, grunting as your taste flooded his taste buds. 

his patience had thoroughly snapped, two iron grips digging into your hips as he lined himself up with your aching pussy. he steadily began to push himself into you, breath getting punched out of him with every inch your hot walls enveloped. once he finally bottomed out, you both needed time to catch your breath. you were so full of him and you finally felt complete. the only thing you could think about was miguel. no amount of time could have prepared you for miguel to start moving. he immediately set a brutal pace, the sounds coming out of him resembling that of an animal. 

“god you’re– holy fuck- practically strangling me. greedy pussy just sucking me in for more.” you struggled to comprehend what he was saying. miguel curled in on top of you, pressing you flush against his broad chest. one hand started rubbing hard circles into your clit, whiled the other held you firmly to him. the placement of his arm across your chest allowed him access to your nipples, something he quickly took advantage of. he tweaked and pinched the hard pebble, as he struggled to keep his eyes open. he wanted to look at your face as he caused you to come undone for a second time. your mouth had lulled open, freely drooling onto the pillow beneath your head. tears squeezed their way out of your eyes.

your bodies stuck together, the sweat clinging to your skin. miguel continued to incoherently mumble spanish to you, and you were far too blissed out to listen to anything at all. the white hot coil in the very bottom of your stomach threatening to snap. you cunt fluttered and clamped down on miguel’s dick. it only spurred him on even more, his pace punishing now as he fucked you into the mattress. a long broken scream boomed from your throat as you came, your vision going completely white despite you eyes being clenched tightly shut. your eyebrows screwed up in an expression of pure pleasure. miguel slammed down fully into you, his cock kissing your cervix as he came with a loud moan. you were already so full of his cock that there was practically no room for him cum. he watched with wide eyes and his cum spilled from your spent pussy dripping down around his cock that was still inside you.

he let you both level out before pulling out as carefully as possible. the friction still causing you to cry out in overstimulation. miguel hushed your cries by pressing light kisses all over your face and neck. his thumbs brushed away the stray tears. he finally turned you back over, carefully laying your head back down onto the pillow below you.

“can you move at all mi amor?” your headspace had still not returned to normal, seeing as how you didn’t really respond. miguel got up from the bed and quietly padded over to your kitchen. you whimpered out for him to return, not enjoying the silence of being alone in the room in this loopy headspace you’ve found yourself in. a few moments later he returned to the room, a cup of water and warm washcloth in his hands. the bed dipped underneath the weight of his body as he set the cup of water on the table for a moment and began working on getting you clean. once this was done he flung the now dirty washcloth into your hamper.

his strong arms shifted you for the last time that night, leaning you against him with your head cradled against his chest once he had gotten comfortable. with you in this position he reached over to grab the water and pressed the rim to your bottom lip, silently offering. you dipped your head back just enough to take a couple of careful sips before relaxing your head against him once again. with the rain as white noise in the background you drifted in and out of consciousness. 

“gracias, mi amor.” 

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[1] - whatever

[2] - i was so scared that i felt like vomiting

[3] - i wanted... to thank you for saving my life

[4] - dear god... why do i get the feeling you're going to be the death of me

[marlboroenjoyer]

cat got your tongue

the way miguel o'hara sunk his claws into my heart and i can't shake him. he makes me REDACTED and REDACTED like... anyway- this is a part 1; its just kind of 'world building', im working on the shameless smut that will be uploaded later today most likely. i didnt beta read cause i dont believe in that shit im sorry. WILL LINK SECOND PART HERE

summary - miguel doesnt understand how to properly convey the emotion commonly known as "concern". he instead criticizes you until youve had enough and finally rendered this explosive man silent.

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there are few instances in which a sentence dies on miguel o’hara’s tongue; his vocal cords ricocheting against each other like live wires. his voice kicking up white hot sparks of thought, that sizzled against the unfortunate soul caught in “conversation” with him.

now, one of those instances had dropped itself right into miguel’s lap. he was reprimanding you for putting yourself into harm's way again. you two were dealing with a particularly difficult anomaly, with jess and gwen on the sidelines making sure to grab any pedestrians in danger. a strike of electricity surged through your spine, making you look over your shoulder to find miguel pinned down. a large slab of the building you all were in had landed on top of miguel's right arm, pinning him down to the concrete floor beneath him. the anomaly was charging him, ready to seemingly rip his head clean off his shoulders by the way he was positioned. 

your body was sent into overdrive, sprinting forward, you attached two webs from each of your wrists to the ground in front of you. the webs slingshotting yourself forward towards this monster; your foot landing square on the side of its head, successfully shifting its attention towards you. you heard miguel shout out in the distance behind you as you lead this thing away from the others; for you or the others you couldn’t recognize. 

everything was going according to your half haphazardly calculated plan, until you slipped up, fucked up your web placement and your focus just shattered. you were smacked down to the cement far beneath you due to a hunk of debris being slung your way. you dodged to main concern but you lost all footing you had and began to plummet. a shrill shriek ripped itself from your vocal cords as you fell, desperately reaching outwards with your wrists pointed towards the sky; praying that one of your webs would connect to something stable and allow you to swing away. 

your left shoulder slammed against a ledge that was jutting out from the wall, you tumbled some more until a buzzing neon red tendril enveloped your torso and caught hold of you. all the air you had desperately been gulping down to calm yourself was sucker punched out of your body, your whole being snapping in the opposite direction of which you were falling. you were borderline lifeless as the web quickly pulled you up to safety and your other two teammates took over the fight. two strong arms held you to a rock hard chest, albeit heaving sporadically, sucking down oxygen in gulps. your head was supported against a strong shoulder, a tender hand grazing your more than dislocated shoulder. you grunted in pain from moving it and you heard a whispered apology above you.

hands kept grabbing onto the painful joint, shushing your groans of pain and ignoring your weak hand; you could hear a voice telling you that it needed to be popped back into place. you didn’t really know what he was talking about. everything was spinning and you were in so much pain. tears were slipping down your cheeks; but you didn’t even notice until gentle thumbs soothed them away. just as quickly though, those same gentle hands were distorted into iron fists; they latched onto your injured shoulder and twisted the joint back into the socket with a stomach turning pop and CRACK. you let out a yell that died into a low growl of agony. it was only a moment or two later when you felt a sharp pain in the meat of your trapezius muscle; and the relief of numbness spread through your whole body. you realized you had lost movement in all of your limbs but you were too out of it to care. you passed out only a few minutes later. 

after a few painful weeks in the medical wind of the spider-society hq, your accelerated healing made it a fairly easy process; you found yourself in this little argument with miguel. he called you into his office, via lyla, claiming he needed to speak with you about the latest mission. you hadn’t seen miguel since the mission; which pissed you off to a cartain degree. you always made sure to check up on him when he got injured more than usual on missions. 

it was downhill from the moment you stepped foot into that dark intimidating office. the only light that ever shone in that space was the dim orange light from his many screens. he was in your face the second the door closed behind you; immediately going on about how impulsive you are and how you jeopardized the mission. and it went on like this for about five minutes. every word that flung out of his mouth, every humiliating criticism of your actions, tore away at your resolve. you liked to think you had gotten used to miguel’s hot headed, hair trigger temper. this “conversation”, however, was very quickly making that sentiment false. eventually, you had to retaliate against the onslaught of ridicule.

“have you ever thought for a second, in that thick ass skull of yours, to thank me for saving your fucking life?! after everything i had to endure for your ass, to make sure you were okay.” your sudden interruption of miguel's unforgiving words, struck him into silence. you pinched your nose bridge, trying to get a hold of yourself, it was a habit you had picked up from him. miguel opened his mouth to argue back, despite something in the back of his mind screaming at him to shut up. stop fucking talking, you’re going to regret where this goes. thankfully before he could get his sentence out, you once again silenced him.

“the first things you speak to me after the mission are criticisms. that’s what you brought me to your office for.” you run your hands over your face, exasperated by the scenario playing out before you right now. you’ve never found yourself speaking to miguel like this before. “you have your head so far up your own ass you can’t comprehend that this is cruel. either fucking appreciate my help or don’t bother me; cause clearly speaking about the gorey details doesn’t effect you but it certainly exhausts me. i’m not gonna entertain this shit.” your voice was wavering as you rambled on. all of your pent up frustration with this man finally spilling over and out into the universe.

“you didn’t even visit me.” it was barely above a whisper, but it rang in miguel’s ears louder than anything he’s ever heard. you didn’t wait for him to respond when you left the room, the doors swung open for you automatically. with a swift exit of speed walking with assistance from your webs, miguel was left alone in his office.