#drew x punk

[ripleyflair]

in the squared circle, straight up "rubbin it" and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. Our peanits together

[intoxicated-chan]

I just wanted to say I love your writing 😭 and if I could request like what if Miguel O’Hara was kinda close with some spider kid (around like 16?) and they reminded him of the daughter he lost? (All in a platonic father m daughter way)

Welcome to the Family

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Miguel O’Hara & Spider!Teen!F!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ Miguel didn’t know what you reminded him of, but it takes a few times to finally get it.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “Welcome to the Family” by Avenged Sevenfold. Thank you for waiting and for requesting! And thank you for loving my writing. It means a lot.

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 1.5k

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Female reader, abuse, angst-to-fluff, talk of marriage, violence, injuries…

Small Spoiler Warning for ATSV!!

Alright, let me explain… My name is (Y/n) (L/n), and I was bitten by a radioactive spider. For the past two years, I’ve been the one and only Spider-Woman. I thought everything was going well until I was disowned by my parents, and lost my aunt the same day. From then on, I chose to be distant from society, no matter how much I craved a relationship.

“What are you doing here (F/n).” You crossed your arms, staring directly at the man you once called father.

“I’m still your father.”

“I thought you said, you’re no longer the child I raised?” You told.

“Don’t talk back to me!”

“I’m simply stating the fact is all.”

He shakes his head, “You know, your mother is disappointed. And I’m sure your aunt would be as well.”

Your eyes narrow at him, “Don’t you speak of my aunt.”

“I can talk to her however I want, she is my sister.”

“A sister you abandoned.”

The second he stepped towards you, you jumped back, keeping yourself at a distance, “Why the hell are you here anyways? I know you don’t want to see me.”

“You can still make this right.” He started to explain, “The boy’s family is still willing to have you, even after your idiotic display of teenage emotions. You either take the boy or leave.”

“I told you I won’t. It’s shocking how you’re willing to betray your daughter over a family you don’t even know.”

“I never wanted a daughter! If you want to make things right, if you want us to forgive you, then you will marry this boy!”

“And I told you no! Now get out of here!” You shouted at him, “Leave me alone!”

“I should’ve left you and your mother the day you were born.” And with that, he’s gone, slamming the door to the rooftop on his way out.

But you. You’re a mess.

Your mother didn’t hate you as much as your father did, but you could see it every time she looked at you. The disappointment, the failure, and how much of a disgrace you were to your so-called family.

And that boy was supposed to fix everything, only because he was made of money.

You fell to your knees, holding yourself as tight as possible as you cried to yourself. As much as you were out of there, you were all alone.

No family and you lost your only friend. Your aunt.

Then, you saw trash floating in front of you. You grabbed the cab right out of the air and saw it reflecting colors that were behind you… Behind you?

You slowly stood, turning around to see a rather colorful portal. It was causing some effect as everything around it was floating, then you heard it.

First, it sounded like a whisper then it came right at you. Luckily you dodged on time and the figure flew past you.

A loud thud, followed by a man’s voice getting angry at a woman called Lyla.

You hid behind a metal pole, watching the man stand to his feet, “This is the fourth time Lyla!” He growled.

“I told you, it’s still in the prototype stage.” She retorted.

“And I-“ He sees you, badly hiding behind the pole.

“…Hi?” You wave.

“Lyla, is this?”

“Yep, this universe’s Spider-Man, or Spider-Woman.” She corrected.

“I’m-“ His nose scrunches, “Is this a bad time?”

“What?”

He points to his eyes, “They’re red.”

“Oh! Um, it’s fine. Everything is fine.” You lie, rubbing your eyes and probably making them worse, “It was taken care of.”

He hums, “Then, I’m Miguel O’Hara and I’m Spider-Man.”

“Spider-Man? But I thought I was the only one.” You began to circle him, “But your suit is very… Blue.”

“Thanks. As I was saying, I am Spider-Man but from another universe. I need you to come with me.”

“Why should I go with you?” You eye him up and down.

“I’ve seen what happened here. How your parents are disappointed in you. All I am asking you is to trust me, I offering you a chance for a new chance.” He sticks his hand out, “So?”

That was almost a year ago…

“I can look after Mayday for you.” You tell Peter B. who looks very tired.

“Are you sure?” He tiredly asked.

“Of course, go and get some rest.” Taking Mayday in your arms and pushing him away, “Looks like it’s me and you today!”

She coos at you, reaching toward your face, “How about we pay Uncle Miggy a visit? Wouldn’t that be fun?” She giggles in response, “Let’s go then.” Holding her tightly, not wanting to swing with her arms.

Miguel’s eyes are focused on the screen, hearing his daughter’s laughter made him heartache.

“Miguel!” You shout from below, “Care to come down?! I rather not have her fall!”

He’s fast to close the screen and lowering his desk or… The desk is down on the ground. A minute later, it hits the ground and he turns to face you.

“Yes?” He rubs his eyes.

“Tired as well?”

“No.”

“Lies!” You come closer, taking a seat on the floating thing, “Come on, sit with me.” Setting Mayday on the ground, luckily her web shooter was taken away recently.

Miguel does as you say, “Is something wrong?” He asked.

“I just wanted to talk to you, is that wrong?”

“No, no. It’s just you sounded worried at first. I thought something happened.”

You run your fingers through her hair carefully, “You’re doing it again, shutting everyone out by shoving yourself into work.”

Miguel sighs, “I told you, the fate of the multiverse-“

“Let’s not talk about work right now.” You use your webbing to bring the paper bag towards you, “I know sweets are not your thing so I brought an empanada with me.”

Two cupcakes and an empanada. One for you and Mayday. You hand the empanada to Miguel who gladly takes it.

Then hand a cupcake to Mayday, “Please eat it carefully.” You beg her, knowing either way it’s going to be a mess.

Before you could even take a bite out of yours, she begins climbing you with her sweet still in hand which makes some of the fostering go on you.

“Mayday!” You laugh, and she sets herself on your shoulders, eating her cupcake, “At least she’s happy.” Finally, you take a bite of yours, not noticing Miguel’s stare.

His eyes are wide, his mouth slightly open, and his breathing staggered. His heart once again broke at the sight. He didn’t know what to feel, what to say, or do.

“Miguel? Are you alright?” You gently pull Mayday off your shoulders and back to the ground, “You haven’t taken a bite.”

“Yeah.” He’s trying so hard to keep himself together, “I’m alright.”

Then a few weeks pass… or so you thought.

“This was his fault!”

“He was just trying to help!”

“Help?! Look where it put her!”

Whose voice was whose? Why does everything feel so heavy? Why… Why is it so dark?

“Miguel! Calm down!”

“Enough! Both of you leave the room.” Jessica orders, “She’s waking up.”

“No, I want to be here.” Miguel tried to stay.

“You’ll see her after you calm down, now go.” Jessica watched until she was sure they were gone.

You open your heavy eyes, wincing at the light in the room, “Jessica?”

“Welcome back. Took your time.”,

“What happened?”

“You went out and followed Gwen to Pavitr’s universe, and so did Miles and Hobie. But everything went haywire, and the ground under you collapsed. You fell a good number of floors. Hobie brought you back.” She explained.

“Miles… Where is he?”

“That’s not my place to say. I know Miguel is waiting outside, I’ll leave you two alone.”

“Thanks, Jessica.”

She leaves and Miguel practically runs in, taking the seat next to your bed.

“…Hi.” You say, sitting up.

“How are you feeling?” Miguel asked.

“Tired, confused… Not sure how to feel after but-“

“(Y/n), you’ve been unconscious for a few weeks. You didn’t just fall, you went in after I told you no.”

“You know I’m not going to stand by.”

“But none of this would’ve happened if you just stayed and done what I told you.”

“Why do you care? I thought your focus was on the multiverse?”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

“But why?”

“Because-!” He takes a deep breath, “…I can’t lose another daughter. I never told you what happened but you know that I lost her. I wanted you to stay to the side all these times because every time I look at you, you’re so much like her. Losing you would be the day I snap.”

“I’m… Sorry that I remind you of her. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You whisper.

“I know you didn’t, and I’m just happy that you’re happy.”

You smile, “Can I say something?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

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[fandomfucker]

Jealous-Drew McIntyre X Reader

Request: Drew gets jealous when he sees reader talking to CM Punk backstage

Word count: 1,351

Reader's POV

Yet another Monday night Raw and I was lucky enough to be watching from the comfort of my boyfriend Drew's dressing room. We usually were separated, I was at home with our cat Chaz while he was however far away for work. Tonight's episode, however, was only an hour's drive away from our home so I was able to go to the show and hang out and watch his match. His match wasn't until later on in the night but he was busy doing press stuff for the first hour or so, so I didn't mind watching alone on the TV until he could get back. Two matches into the show, however, my stomach loudly grumbled, letting me know I was starving. And I was craving chocolate chip muffins. Which they just so happened to have in catering. I knew that Drew had requested I stay in the room, for my own safety, but I was hungry and had no idea when he would actually be back. So, I sent him a quick text letting him know where I was going before I grabbed one of his hoodies that was always way too big for me, pulled it on, and exited the room.

I walked down the cold hallway, admiring all the cool artwork on the walls, taking a turn or two before stopping to look around when I realized I'd walked into a dead end. "The fuck?" I mumbled to myself as I turned back around. Drew had walked me past catering earlier when we were going to his dressing room and I could've sworn it was down this hallway. Nevertheless, I made my way back down that hallway and turned to go the opposite way of which I had originally gone. Only to take another couple of turns that I thought were right, only for me to end up at another dead end. A different dead end that I didn't recognize. Now, I was officially lost in this maze of back hallways where everything looked the exact same. I had walked so far in that there wasn't even any artwork anymore, just plain gray walls. Not to mention, there was not a single other soul around me to point me in the right direction because they were all off doing their jobs. Patting my pockets to grab my phone and at the very least, see if I could find a map of the backstage online since Drew wouldn't be able to answer, I found them all to be empty. I let out a small grunt of frustration at the realization that I had accidentally left my phone in the dressing room. Without my phone and entirely by myself, I decided to just keep walking until I either came across another person, got back to Drew's dressing room, or found catering where I would stay put until Drew came and got me. I started walking, keeping aware of my surroundings as not only was it terrifying back here, but also just in case I saw someone. What felt like an hour later but was probably only a few minutes, I looked down the hallway to my left at a fork in the hallway and saw the back of someone walking in the opposite direction while they looked at their phone. "Hey!" I called out, beginning to jog over to them. I stopped dead in my tracks though when they turned around, revealing their identity. My jaw involuntarily clenched at the realization of who I was now talking to. A sly grin grew on his face as he took a step forward, holding out his hand as if to shake. "Hey, Y/N, right? I'm CM Punk." I nodded sharply, "I know." I eyed him warily as he took another small step forward, matching my step back as I refused his handshake. I looked around to see if there was anyone else around that I could ask for help, the sworn enemy of my boyfriend being the last person on Earth I wanted to ask for help. We were completely alone. "Um, I kind of got a bit lost back here, do you know where catering is?" I asked him, a hard edge to my voice as I avoided eye contact. "Sure thing!" He grinned, "Follow me." Reluctantly, and with no other options, I did. I made sure to walk behind him, throwing him a tight-lipped smile whenever he looked over his shoulder to make sure I was still following. Thankfully, we walked in silence the whole way there but it was a thick, tense silence.

I could hear silverware clanking together and the soft murmur of chatter as we came up to the entrance to where catering had set up. Punk stopped and turned towards me, purposefully blocking me from entering and making me choke on my sigh of relief upon arriving. With us both standing next to the wall, he lifted his good arm and rested it on the wall above my head, effectively caging me against the wall when his other hand rested on the wall by my hip. I frantically looked around for someone, anyone else at this point to come and save me, to no avail.

He leaned in close as I held my breath but before he could say whatever he was about to say, I heard a deep, accented, voice yell out from across the room. "Hey, you bastard!" I released the breath I'd been holding but my eyes widened when Drew stormed up and yanked Punk away from me by the scruff of his neck, and threw him to the floor a few feet away. Just before he turned to continue going after Punk, I saw the pure fury on Drew's face. It was cartoonish almost, with his face all red and puffy with anger I half expected steam to start coming out of his ears. Darting forward, I grabbed his arm just before he started moving, pulling him back towards me. He realized it was me before he could shrug me off and let me pull him away even though he was much stronger than me. Gently, he gripped my arm and started to walk us away when Punk started laughing at him from where he lay on the floor, calling him a coward. He stopped mid-stride and looked at me. "Save it for the ring," I whispered, not wanting him to get into any trouble. He turned, spit at Punk's feet, and then continued walking the two of us back to his dressing room. It was silent the whole way there, his unadulterated anger prominent between us as I began to feel guilty for leaving the room after he'd asked me not to. As soon as he shut the dressing room door behind us I turned to him to explain why I had left and was with Punk of all people but he lifted a finger, silently telling me to be quiet. Not wanting to anger him anymore, I stayed silent. He began to pace the room as I stood by the door nervously. "What were you doing with him? I thought I told you to stay in here. I kept calling you and you weren't answering." He finally questioned, his voice low and his Scottish accent thick in his anger. "I left to go get food from catering and got lost and I had left my phone in here by accident and he was the first person I saw and I didn't realize it was him til' he turned around and then we got there and he cornered me and I'm so sorry." I rambled, hoping it was at least coherent enough for him to understand what I was saying. He stopped pacing and just stared at me for a long moment before extending his arms out to me. I rushed into his arms and he held me tightly to his chest and stroked my hair as I continued to murmur apologies against his chest. "It's okay," he shushed me, pulling away to cup my face in his hands. "I'll kill him later, but please promise me that if I ask you not to leave this room you don't leave." I nodded profusely, "I won't, I swear." He nodded back and smiled, pulling my face in to kiss my forehead. "Good, now let's go get you a snack."

[livfastdieyoung69]

(wait…i have to pick?);*!

(can’t i just have both of you?);*!

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hey🤭🖤💖

can you please write reader being punk protege and drew using reader against him please?💖💖

cm punk x reader (platonic) + drew mcintyre x reader (platonic)

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️just wwe typical violence

happy face

way before punk rejoined wwe, mcintyre was your mentor. he was the one who helped you gain the confidence you had now. he taught you how to act in and out of the ring. he helped you improve your speech skills and if now you were one of the most successful and loved female wrestler in the company was mostly thanks for drew.

you never meant to turn on him. in your mind, he was still the caring and kind mentor that helped you all of these years.

you didn’t even care about cm punk rejoining the company. it was none of your business.

but you and rhea were best friends and rhea and punk were good friends so the more you hung out with her, the more you hung out him punk too. at the time there wasn’t any beef going on between the two of them so drew didn’t really care about the people you used to hang out with.

but after drew costed punk’s wrestlemania, things started to change.

you had your own match at wrestlemania for the wwe women’s world title and you wanted to be ready. so when drew got booked the same night as you he knew he couldn’t help you train. he was too focus on winning his own championship and you completely understood.

when you told rhea you needed someone that would train with you for wrestlemania, punk saw that as an opportunity and he offered to help you. you were reluctant at first, knowing the beef going on with drew but you couldn’t say no to someone who had so many years of experience and hard work in wrestling.

so you agreed and you let him train you. he saw the big potential you had and he was sure you were going to get that title at mania.

you were backstage watching how punk screwed drew’s victory and how damian cashed in on him the same night. you knew drew was going to be devastated but you didn’t have time to think about that, you needed to focus on your own match.

to say that drew was shocked when he saw punk ringside during your match was an understatement. he was hurt, furious and angry. what was punk doing ringside with you? but he was hurt the most when he saw punk celebrating your victory. he saw how you hugged him and how happy you were when you won and somehow he felt like you were betraying him.

drew left the stadium and never answered none of your calls when you tried to talk to him. you imagined he was upset but you couldn’t imagine he was that angry.

months passed and you were thankful that you were drafted in smackdown, you knew you couldn’t have handled working with an angry drew every week.

till this day he never answered your calls, or your texts. not even when you tried to explain to him what was going on. on the other hand, punk understood your frustration. he knew you and drew had an incredible bond and he was sorry for how the scotsman was treating you.

one night, you were asked to do a segment on monday night raw and you knew you couldn’t say no.

but when backstage your eyes met drew, you probably realised that it wasn’t a good idea. he was still pissed and you didn’t have the energy to fight with him, not tonight at least.

“y/n…” he called your name, knowing that you were able to hear him loud and clear.

you slowly turned and faced him “drew…”

“congratulation on the belt” he said before leaving the room.

the air was thick. you knew he was going to cause pure chaos tonight and even if you wanted to avoid that, you knew you couldn’t.

you opened the show and everyone was shocked to see you there. your promo did not disappointed and everyone, your colleagues included, were so happy to see you there at least for one night.

punk was on the ring now and you were happily watching backstage.

before you could do anything, drew moved to open up the door of your changing room and he took you out.

“drew what the hell?” you almost screamed. his hand grabbed your arm and he was dragging you into the arena. he wasn’t hurting you but he wanted to let punk know how much pissed and hurt he was when you sided with him.

“i’m not gonna hurt you” he whisper and you trusted him. you knew he wasn’t going to do anything on you but drew was a very unpredictable man.

punk stopped his speech the moment he saw you being dragged into the arena by drew’s hands.

“let her go drew!” he almost screamed.

“no…no, i’m not letting her go” he screamed back into the mic. you definitely weren’t expecting to be thrown into this mess, maybe that was the reason the producers wanted you in raw in the first place “i’m gonna talk and you’re gonna listen” his hand squeezed you a little, not hurting you but making you jump from the sudden sensation.

“let her go drew! this is about me and you” punk was beyond mad.

“you fucked me up in front of my friends and family at wrestlemania, you did the same during clash at the castle, in front of all my family, in my hometown…but you took from me the only person who cared about me in this business and i can’t forgive you for doing this” he said, faking a laugh into the mic.

“let her go drew” punk repeated himself but it was like drew wasn’t listening to him.

he slowly dragged you into the ring with him. the two of you facing a worried punk “no no no, i don’t think you understand what’s going on here” he chuckled again “i’m gonna take back what’s mine, from the title you screwed me over at mania! from the glory and the respect i deserve! and lastly i’ll take y/n’s back, because i trained her to be the woman she is today, i did all of the hard work and you’re stupid if you think i’ll let you take credit for all of that”

punk and you met with worried eyes. you wanted to talk with drew and explain to him the whole situation but the way he was overreacting was out of control.

“and you’re right” drew laughed “this is about me and you” he said before shoving you to the ground and letting you watch as he started punching cm punk.

you realised that you were just a distraction. he probably never meant what he said about caring about you. he just wanted to use you to hit punk.

“c’mon punk” drew laughed “show the world your happy face” he kept laughing. this version of drew was honestly scaring you and didn’t know what to do to stop him.

you tried to shove him off of punk but he was stronger and more powerful than you so it took him two seconds to push you on the ground.

“why are you defending him y/n?” drew spat back at you.

“this is not the way to handle things!” you put yourself between a tired punk and an angry mcintyre “don’t put me into this mess because you were the one to never reply to me!”

“you were so busy being friendly with the enemy!” he screamed back but before you could even speak back, punk stood up and punched him right into the face, making the big man on his knees.

“i told you to not bring her into this mess! but you never listen!” punk shouted at the scotsman “she’s able to make her own decisions and she’s able to understand what kind of sick man you are!” the two men continued hitting each others and you had to wait for security to stop because you couldn’t do anything.

security came and they were able to separate the two men, dragging drew out of the arena and leaving you and punk inside the ring.

you immediately went to check on him. his face had some deep cuts and his nose was bleeding “oh my goodness…are you okay?” your delicate hands touched his face, looking for some other injuries but he reassured you saying that he was doing fine.

drew watched from afar that interaction between the two of you, promising that he would get revenge on punk for everything he caused him.

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧: 𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

|| 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 ||

✧˚ · . What's In Between ~ (Fluffy, soft and silly)

✧˚ · . What's In Between (II) ~ (Even softer)

✧˚ · . What's In Between (III) ~ (First Meeting)

✧˚ · . The Weight of the World(s) ~ (Hurt/Comfort)

✧˚ · . Just One Dance ~ (The softest of soft)

✧˚ · . Hanging Around ~ (Spiderman kiss!)

✧˚ · . Orange, Red and Blue ~ (Hurt/Comfort)

✧˚ · . Yesterday ~ (Silly)

✧˚ · . Distracting ~ (Best friends to Lovers, super fluffy)

✧˚ · . Stuck in the Middle ~ (Fluff!)

✧˚ · . For the Sake of the Multiverse ~(Angst)

✧˚ · . Infinite Possibilities ~ (Fluff, Best Friends to Lovers)

✧˚ · . To Build a Home ~ (Hurt/Comfort, Found Family)

𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝…

[salemshotspot]

SECRET

CM Punk x Little!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

DESC: After a stressful day y/n reveals to Phil that they're a little

Gender Neutral Reader [They/Them]

WARNINGS: SFW Age Regression//Not Proof Read//Implied Anxiety//Overstimulation//Alcohol Mentions//Mentions Of Drunk People//Mentions Of Stress//Crying//Characters Probably Acting Out Of Character//Generic Pet Names

A/N >> This is my first time writing for a little reader so apologies if it's not great, I've been thinking about writing for other wrestlers with a little reader [as well as more Punk!] So hopefully this isn't that awful no one wants to read any other stuff from me lmao

TAGS: @seasonal-depression-of-punk

Enjoy!

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The entirety of the wrestling roster were more than familiar with and accepting of age regression due to how open The Judgement Day were about Dominick's age regression; however this didn't stop y/n from keeping their regression a secret from everybody. They had gone as far as trying to avoid The Judgement Day while they were caring for a small Dominick as y/n found themself slipping into a regressed state whenever they were around other regressed people and their caregivers. This is why when y/n felt themself slowly slip into a regressed state they wanted nothing more than to go home for the evening so they could do so without any fear of being seen.

After a successful episode of Monday Night Raw a handful of wrestlers decided to go out for a drink to celebrate, y/n couldn't think of a worse situation for themself right now; they were exhausted, they were anxious and going to loud, packed bar wasn't going to help them at all.

'Hey y/n a few of us are going out to celebrate, do you want to come with us?' Phil's voice echoing through y/n's dressing room, pulling them from their thoughts. Y/n forced a smile to paint their features, Phil always made sure to involve y/n in everyone's plans as he knew they tended to go unnoticed due to their quiet, self-reserved nature. 'I think I'll give this one a miss Phil, I'm not really feeling up to it' y/n softly replied to which Phil jokingly rolled his eyes; 'come on y/n' he began, 'It'll help to take your mind off of things and plus, it won't be the same without you' he softly pleaded. Despite the anxiety slowly filling y/n as well as the difficulty to not fall into a regressed state slowly becoming greater y/n couldn't bring themself to disappoint Phil so, after letting out a subtle sigh, y/n replied; 'alright Phil, I'll come out, just for a while though ok?' Phil's eyes practically lit up, completely unable to hide his excitement; 'awesome!' he exclaimed, 'we'll see you there.'

Once y/n arrived at the bar their eyes tiredly scanned the building until their eyes landed on Phil, Drew, Becky and Seth who simultaneously waved to y/n, signalling for them to come over to the area of bar which they were sat at; 'Y/N!' Drew shouted, his voice laced with intoxication 'you made it', wrapped in Seth's arms, Becky reiterated what Drew was trying to relay; 'we're really glad you're here y/n.' Before y/n could reply, Phil playfully patted the empty seat next to him signalling for them to take a seat next to him, to which they agreed, instantly feeling at ease from Phil's presence alone.

Around half an hour had passed and it was becoming increasingly more difficult for y/n to stay focused on their surroundings despite the grounding feeling they got from Phil's presence; they couldn't take it anymore, it was so loud, every decibel of sound infiltrating y/n's body, attacking their senses. As their head began to pound, y/n silently and abruptly shot up from their seat and rushed outside to their car, haphazardly pulling the door open, crawling onto the back seat and locking the door. Y/n wanted nothing more than to go home, they wanted nothing more than to have all of their comfort items so they could comfortably regress but instead they were stuck in the back of their car, completely overwhelmed. As their stress and desire to go home grew y/n found themself unable to stop themself from finally slipping into little space, inadvertently meaning that they were officially stuck in their car as operating a car whilst not only overwhelmed but also in a regressed state was definitely not a good idea.

Y/n did the only thing they could in their situation; they curled up on the backseat of their car and allowed tears to cloud their vision. Suddenly y/n was pulled back into reality by a gentle yet prominent knock on the car window, as their eyes shot up they met with the concerned and unwavering eyes of Phil who motioned for y/n to roll the car window down so he could speak to them. Y/n was reluctant to roll the window down, secretly hoping if they didn’t do so then it’d mean Phil never caught them in the state they were in, however they couldn’t bring themself to ignore Phil, he had a look of concern in his eyes which was impossible to ignore. Once the window was rolled down Phil leaned into the car so that he could speak to y/n without raising his voice, sure that speaking loudly right now would distress y/n. Softly he requested; ‘can I come in sweetheart?’ Sweetheart? Phil had never uttered such a name to y/n, surely he was just trying to provide comfort and right now comfort was all a little y/n needed right now.

With a subtle nod y/n unlocked the car door allowing Phil to climb in, once he was seated, y/n couldn’t contain themself, they instinctively crawled over to Phil, laying their head on his lap. As y/n lay down Phil took his calloused hand and began gently running it through y/n’s hair before softly speaking; ‘can you tell me what’s gotten you so upset sweetheart?’ Mumbling into his lap, hiccuping from the tears still pouring from their eyes y/n replied; ‘want home.’ Phil lightly chucked, ‘well there’s a very simple solution, you can go home, there’s no need to cry is there?’ He said in a tone which he intended to be playful but came across as mean-spirited, causing y/n to cry further. Realising his tone, Phil spoke once more; ‘shh y/n I’m sorry, why aren’t you going home hmm? Is everything ok?’

Y/n froze for a moment, slowly realising that the secret they were so desperate to keep from everyone was moments from coming out. Phil, growing anxious himself from y/n’s change in demeanour, gently rubbed circles into y/n’s shoulder with his thumb, silently encouraging y/n to speak. Further burying their face into Phil’s lap in order to muffle their words, y/n muttered out ‘I'm like Dom’ secretly hoping that Phil wouldn't hear them. 'I can't hear you sweetheart' Phil spoke out to which y/n repeated themself at the same register. Warmly smiling down at the person on his lap, unable to find their shy nature anything short of amusing, Phil took his large hands and placed them on y/n's shoulders, pulling them into an upright position. 'I can't understand you when you're hiding that face of yours y/n' he lightly chuckled, 'can you repeat yourself one more time?' After a moment of thought filled silence y/n let out an anxious sigh and repeated themself for a final time; 'I'm like Dom' they said lowering their head.

Phil admittedly wasn't the smartest man but once y/n uttered those words he instantly understood what was going on; 'and do you have somebody to look after you like Dom does?' Phil asked anxiously, the thought of y/n not having a caregiver to keep an eye on them while regressed worried Phil more than he'd ever like to admit. Y/n quickly shook their head, they had been without a caregiver for as long as they can remember, pulling them into a sympathetic embrace Phil planted a soft kiss on the top of their head before suggesting something tempting to y/n. 'How about we get you home hmm? What kind of a guy would I be if I didn't make sure you were all looked after?' Y/n giggled softly and nodded at the prospect of having a caregiver, and Phil of all people? They couldn't help but feel excitement well in their chest.

With that, Phil climbed into the front of the car, sure to keep a hand spare to drape around to the back of the car for y/n to hold onto for comfort. Once they had arrived home y/n retrieved all of their comfort items before joining Phil on the sofa. Tomorrow they would discuss Phil becoming a more permanent member of y/n's life, possibly becoming their caregiver but right now all y/n needed was to feel safe so they could finally sleep and out the stress of the day behind them.

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A/N >> I'm sorry this isn't great but if anyone wants to give my writing a second chance drop requests in my inbox lmao and lmk if you'd like to be tagged in any future fics

[milesworld96]

I’m losing it, I’m at wits end rn

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

"Yeah, I don't know. Miguel said it's 'not appropriate work attire' and that I 'need to go home and change immediately', which is such bullshit-"

(click for high res)

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a sketch collection of my spidersona Diane being absolutely normal about Hobie Brown cause this was really funny at 5am when i made these

BONUS:

[paintbrushnebula]

Random Spider-Verse Headcanons for funnsicles?? OKAY

✨ 🪩 🏄

(emojis are funnee)

When Gwen found out she was assigned to visit E-1610 to catch the Spot, in the days leading up to the mission, she would go up to Miguel with a list of prepared phrases and sentences to ask him how to say them in Spanish. Her excuse was that they were quips for her to say in an upcoming fight with a Rhino variant that spoke Spanish. Miguel had no idea who Gwen was actually planning on saying them to, but he was pretty sure it wasn't to a villain, since they were all for seemingly friendly conversation. But he complied and taught her the phrases in Spanish. When she went to 1610 as seen in ATSV, Gwen never ended up saying any to Miles because was too embarrassed or scared that she'd get the pronunciation wrong. She left 1610 regretting not using them.

Both Miles 1610 and Miles 42 are very good cooks. They learned from their moms because it was a fun bonding activity to talk about their day and open up about their feelings. They haven't done much cooking with mom since they were 13; that was when 1610 was bitten and 42 began training to be the Prowler. Both Mileses are good, but 42 is the better cook because he usually tries to help his mom by making dinner when Rio has a long night shift.

Sometimes Peni will just walk up to Gwen and stretch her arms out, to signal that she wants Gwen to deadlift carry her by her pits like she's a cat. When Gwen does it, Peni just lets her head hang back and her body go limp like she's dead or smth. Gwen just holds her out like that and goes about her day like normal for half an hour.

Gwen ends up moving out at 18. She rents an apartment in SoHo, Manhattan along with Glory and Betty as her roommates. Gwen and Betty are absolute WILD CRATS when they have the house to themselves. Betty is the instigator and Gwen just shrugs and decides to be complicit in her shenanigans. I'm talking All-Star playing at full blast on the speakers, Betty pulling out the Guitar Hero 10 minutes in, and then they switch ALL the furniture and wallpapers and belongings of each other's rooms around just to mess with Glory. So it's like, the interior design of the room is identical to what it was before, but it's now in an entirely different room of the apartment. What's worse is they'll try to gaslight Glory into thinking that their rooms were always like that. It never works obviously, but Glory is that mature mom friend who just puts up with her friends' antics. So Glory just settles for that being her room now. But then Gwen and Betty do the switch-around AGAIN only once Glory is finally used to her new room. The whole experience is loads of fun but like...dude. Glory can't leave them alone for 2 hours. They all love when E Jay comes over, sure, but Em Jay has a habit of visiting unannounced to present day plans or activities without taking their schedules into account. (I haven't read the Spider-Gwen comics in full so this headcanon is just what I interpret from Spiderverse).

Miles somehow thinks he's 6 feet tall. He doesn't have a specific number, just that he's at least over 6 ft. This is coming from how he drew himself after his growth spurt in ATSV's opening to be almost as tall as Peter B and a head taller than Gwen which is clearly not the case XD. So he basically assumes that everyone else he knows is just really really tall, because all the adults as well as Hobie are like a head taller than him at LEAST.

Gwen pirates/uses emulators for all her video games

there's this thing that keeps happening where whenever someone unfamiliar with the Spider-Band learns that Gwen is dating someone within the group, they never guess that it's Miles. They assume it's Hobie first, then Pav, then they'll just keep guessing everyone. They will think it's Spider-Ham before they think it's Miles. It's not that they think lowly of Miles or anything. It's just that no one ever thinks that he'd be Gwen's type because well, he's just so...*gestures to all of Miles* normal. Like people just assume that Gwen would date someone equally as wild and out-of-this-world as her, like...well, everyone else in the Spider-band. Of course, no one realizes that Miles' normalcy relative to everyone else in Gwen's life is partly why he's Gwen's type.

Back in her dimension, Gwen did this thing where she'd go on long drawling walks through suburban neighborhoods at dusk, staring at the populated houses and the golden windows lit warmly by the life happening inside. Sometimes she'd say aloud to herself, "that'd be nice."

Jess gifts Gwen her motorcycle for her 18th birthday.

Gwen has a green thumb. Miles gifts Gwen plants and they'll come up with names for them together. They take naming their plants very seriously.

One of Hobie's favorite couple nicknames for Miles and Gwen is Bonnie and Clyde, respectively.

Gwen had a BIG Y/N phase when she was a preteen. She had long since left it behind, but In between the events of ITSV and ATSV, while George was out on a late night shift, Gwen for whatever reason followed a strong sudden urge and wrote a new Y/N in one sitting. She immediately deleted it when she was done before George came home, but what she hadn't realized was that she wrote it in his account instead of hers. One day George was clearing out his Recently Deleted, he noticed that draft that he knew wasn't his. He opened it, and what he read was literally just the plot of Baby Driver with Gwen inserted as the main character. He was completely lost on that street artist character Gwen had replaced the waitress with until he met Miles.

Betty is obsessed with legos. That's it.

There's also this running gag where someone will show up with a very specific problem or be in need of something that they highly doubt anyone there can help with. Betty will be in the corner and just chirp that she possesses the exact skill to solve the problem, but she'll go completely unnoticed every time. And like it's not that people are being condescending to her or mean, everyone's just. completely oblivious to the fact that Betty's a polymath

Betty keeps a collection of fortune cookie papers. Every morning when she wakes up, she chooses a different one from the collection and keeps it in her left shoe.

EDIT: that last Betty one is cringe idk what was I doing I'm sorry

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●CM Punk x Reader●

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing in gorilla with Drew Mcintyre, I look up at him nervous. He runs his knuckles and fingers across my chin while looking deep into my eyes.

"You will be okay my little flower. We will show your man Punk who you really belong to. Me."

He grabs my arm holding it tight as he drags me out with him when his theme hits the arena. I am about a foot shorter than him so I am trying my best to walk with him.

"Punk! Punk!"

We walk down to the side of the ring as Drew is holding a microphone in one hand and my bicep in the other hand.

"Drew! Why do you have Y/N?!"

Drew smirks, laughs, squeezes my arm causing me to yell in pain as he looks up at Punk.

"My little flower? I am keeping her until I get what I want from you Punk. But we have to wait til you are cleared."

"Well Drew. I am cleared!"

The crowd roars in excitement as I stare up at Punk. Drew blows a breath out of his nose and grips my arm tightly causing me to yell in pain again.

"Give me what I want than!"

"Woah. Woah. Woah. Guys!"

The crowd quiets hearing another male voice boom throughout the arena. Drew turns seeing Adam Pearce coming down the ramp.

"Drew. Punk. We are not doing this now."

Adam climbs into the ring motioning for me and Drew to get in the ring. Drew pushes me towards the stairs and walk up them onto the apron. I quickly climb in the ring and run over behind Punk before Drew can grab me again.

"Y/N! My little flower! What are you doing?!"

"She's mine Drew. Back off. You want this match? You got it. Let's go right now."

"No no no Punk. We are not doing this now. You want this match. Drew wants this match. You got it! At Summerslam! You two so much as lay a hand on each other before than, the match is off. Whoever throws the first punch, will be suspended indefinitely. Do I make myself clear?"

Drew shakes his head, drops the microphone, blows me a kiss than climbs out of the ring. I have my hands on Punk's sides looking at Drew with a disgusted face. Punk turns and puts his hands on the sides of my face with my hands still on his hips.

"You okay babygirl? I am so sorry he got you involved in this."

"I'm okay. Happy to be back with you."

He kisses my nose making me smile than we celebrate with the crowd as they go to commercial.

[taydaq]

Here's my part of an art trade with @thlayli-ra! The full version is on y!gallery. But obviously, they've got a copy of the whole piece, haha. I really enjoyed working on this one! And can't wait to see what they have for me. 💙💙

[chaoticsomeone]

Heartrender!Reader x The Spiderverse Characters

Headcanon

(Im new a writing so i'm giving this a shot)

| Heartrenders have the ability to manipulate the body. They can snatch the air from your lungs, slow your pulse until you fall into a coma, or even literally crush your heart—all from a distance |

Seeing/when told that you put a villain into a coma

Miles, Miles 42, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr, Miguel, Jessica, Lyla?

Miles Morales

Doesn't know whether or not he should be afraid or amazed. (Hes more amazed than afraid)

Immediately asks alot of questions

"So can you actually just murder someone in a second?"

"Can you hear/feel people's heartbeats?"

You told him yes to both of that questions and he just goes "That's amazing. How did you get your powers. I mean we spiderpeople get bit by spiders but what about you?"

"I'm born with it" you said smiling

More wows

He continues asking about it again but now 'scientifically'

(Miles x Gwen) Asks you if you can find out whether or not gwen likes him

(Romantic you x him) Asking you out buy bringing you to a science museum

(Platonic) He got tickets to a science museum for you and the crew

You showed him and the others that you can manipulate a heart on display to move

(Romantic) melts and heart speeding everytime you impress him even though he knows you can sense it

Miles Morales (Earth-42)

(Romantically) Fell in love with you the moment you walked into his dimension with the spidercrew even though he doesnt know anything about you

Think its cool that you're a heartrender

Asks you to slow down the other miles's pulse

He tells you he ships the other Miles and Gwen

Asks you to make them both blush and get a higher heart rate near each other

You both laugh together

Thinks you're the coolest person he has met when Hobie tells him how you put someone into a coma so easily

Asks you 2-3 questions but thats it

Will actually ask you politely to come with him on one patrol to help him put his enemies into a coma for a few months so he could take a leave and break

Gwen Stacy

First time you told her she asks you to knockout a villain just for jokes

When you actually did she was shocked and a little bit afraid

When you told her you 'accidentally' put them into a coma she was like "Wow"

(If platonic)Secretly annoyed that Jess didn't adopt her too because she wants to be your sister

(Romantic) Has a crush on you but is wary so that you dont detect her heart rate

Shes just listening closely to miles basically interviewing you

At one point asking you to help her at a science fair when shes teaming up with Miles to perform a trick on people

The trick being making them pass out for a second then bringing them back

Hobie Brown (Im sorry idk much abt him)

Says smth along the lines of "cool, try doing it to Pav and bring him back out of it"

After this he asks you to come to his universe to give the people he dislikes a heart attack.

A painful one

Proud of the science fair you and Miles did

Pavitr Prabhakar

Same reaction as Miles

Continues asking stuff with miles

Like "So you can actually know if someone has a crush on you?"

Becomes happy when you say yes

Asks you to come with him to meet Gayatri

At the end of the three of you meeting he asks you if you felt Gayatri or his heart beating up

Blushes and becomes giddy when you tell him both of them has a high heart rate near eachother

(Platonic)Eventually becomes best friends in crime and inseperable

(Romantic) both him and Gayatri became close with you and asks you to date them(?)

Miguel O'hara

Wary of you

Asks Lyla to watch over you during missions

Keeps a close eye of you to make sure you don't distrupt Cannon because you aren't a spiderman

When Jess recruited you he wasn't happy

Gave you a long speech when he learned that you put someone into a coma

Told you about dont do that or that or this when it is this that just to make sure you dont disturb cannon

Warms up to you eventually

Keeps you close to help him calm down sometimes

Jessica Drew

Recruited you even though you aren't a spider

Trained you to do combat outside of your powers

Genuinely adopts you

Looks out for you

Defends you against Miguel any day

You helped her name her daughter

You always is there to help her with her pregnancy by checking on the baby's heartbeat and all

If she has a health issue you are always the first she calls (everyone too tbh)

"That's my girl" when you put that one villain you and the others were fighting into a coma.

Lyla

Watches over you every second of everytime because of two things

Miguel or

Just pure curiosity of your powe4s

Reports back to miguel in an instant when you put the villain into a coma

Writes/keeps track of everything she knows about heartrenders

Interviews you with Miguel and Jessica every now and then to aks if you found or learnt anything new about heartrending

[turquoizxe]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Hobart “Hobie” Brown x Spider!Fem!Reader

Author’s Note: I just want to sincerely apologize for the delay in this post, as I have been traveling out of my hometown the past few days. However, my favorite punk is still my current brain rot lmao. The second installation is already in progress, and hopefully as I have planned, it will be out by the date I posted below( after the conclusion of the first chapter). Thank you all for for love you showed on the series announcement! As I have stated in my earlier post, I haven’t written a fan fiction in over two years, dealing with school and other things in life. Please express your thoughts throughout the series and comment! I was a little nervous because I’ve never written anyone from the UK, especially with such a thick accent. Please, share your thoughts. Thank you for your understanding, and you may begin reading.

With Love,

— Turquoizxe.

Installation (1/5) : ‘Dodgy’ 

Rating ― Mature (17+)

➝ Hobie has been distancing himself quite a bit lately. You feel froggy enough to follow him and enter the world, to what is known to be the Spiderverse. He seems to enjoy your brave gesture, but he quickly realizes why you weren’t invited to join the club.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ―fluff, heavily plot based, meeting existing ATSV Characters…

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ― ATSV SPOILERS! Minor use of language and swearing, romantic tension, minor acts of violence, Hobie’s teasing, Miguel being himself, Beef w/ Jessica Drew…

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 ― 3.6k

Dodgy;  can be a synonym for dangerous, bad or untrustworthy

As much as you kept to yourself, it was hard to imagine that you would make any friends outside of your suite mates. Your eyes were always harassing a piece of literature, involved in extracurricular activities, and keeping track of random facts no one would need in their everyday lives. Nothing short of the perfect student.

"[Name], this is the fifth time you’ve been in my office in two weeks-”

“Okay, four if you don’t count the rant about my psychology professor.”

You were always an academic achiever, graduating with honors and holding the title of salutatorian in your class. Being accepted into your dream school, earning enough scholarships to cover most of your tuition.

Yet, here you were, looking for ways to save your grades with finals around the corner. Had it been a year ago, you wouldn’t have to worry. That was until you were bit by a radioactive spider the one time you decided to skip studying and attend the most underwhelming frat party that your suite was raving about.

“You’re on the verge of losing your scholarships. $25,000 a year on the line, and you tell me all the time about how hard to your parents are working to cover the rest of your tuition.”

And you knew you couldn’t afford to stay if you didn’t work your ass off to pull through. You didn’t think being spider-woman could be so stressful. Patrols have gotten more hectic, and the late nights have been affecting your attention span in class, and even less energy to do your work. It felt so easy in the beginning, and everything was good until it wasn’t.

You felt a sting on your cheek, your tears sliding past your injury from patrol, and you felt yourself become small as you placed your face in your hands, wondering how something you’ve worked so hard for is a letter grade away from being lost.

Your counselor heaves a heavy sigh, sliding tissues across their desk to you. In just a few weeks you went from acquaintances to friends.

“Look, you’re a great kid, we didn’t have this issue your freshmen year. I know it only gets tougher from here, but you can’t fight this on your own. It’s never too late to accept help.” They started typing on their computer, ringing up your transcript and current grades for the semester. A sudden swish of wind flows through the office, following the trills of birds off in the distance your counselor scoffs at the noise and walks over to close the window. They return back to their seat, muttering intelligible, the only word you could pick up, ‘spiderwoman’.

“What about spiderwoman?”

“Oh! I just kinda thought how weird it was for another spiderman to show up when we already have a hero. Funny, I didn’t know there could be multip-”

“There’s a spider-man?”

You stammered. You felt a heat in your body, another superhero here that you weren’t even sure about.

“As much as you know about everything, I thought you would hear about the spotting of a spider-man in the city. They seem to stick close to campus.”

“Any proof?”

“No. Just words, but if there’s one spider-person, why not two?”

You could feel your blood course through your veins from the new information. It was just you, unless your old mentor, Peter, came to visit. You were knocked out of your thoughts when your name was called.

“As of now, you have a 2.0,″ your counselor stated. “Your classes seem more work oriented, and out of your five classes, you only have two finals.”

You slowly looked up from your lap.

“I’ve read the syllabus, taken notes of what to study for and what to work on. It’s just-”, you stammer, not able to give them the honest truth.

“See? You already took the steps to better yourself, don’t stress, and pace yourself, you have a month left kid.”

You let out a small chuckle. More than 20 missing assignments shouldn’t be too bad to juggle, right?

You were lying to yourself, you were going to suffer, but for a positive outcome, you didn’t mind. You got yourself together, sniffling softly as you packed your things.

“I don’t wanna kick you out, but I do have to meet with the Dean-”

“You mean your lov-”

You were cut short by a small stuffed animal flying towards you, your reflexes doing you justice before the soft material made contact with your face, slamming the door, gaining a small audience as eyes turned to you.

“Sorry everyone.”

Now, for the real fun to begin, you can at least spend some time with a special someone before your academic weapon tendencies are in full force.

The night you met him, it felt like one of those nightmares that would be impossible to wake from. To you, it was a dream.

His aura, and appearance on that stage. You were enamored with his attitude. His thick accent, strumming his guitar as his eyes bored into yours. This was one of the few times you didn’t mind that you skipped class for.

After the concert, you went to refill your water bottle before your walk back to your apartment in the damning heat. You saw him, drenched in sweat, guitar on his back, hunched over, and visibly upset that the water fountain was not doing it’s job. He looks in your direction, his expression making you anxious. Yet, you were still willing to help. You essentially escorted him to your dorm, where the water system was in a decent condition. He had pretty strong opinions about the education system and society in general, though you did appreciate his intellect.

“It’s a load of tosh for ya’ to pay so much for a piece of rubbish.” 

The ways he seemed so sure of himself more often than not made you intrigued, and he was more than happy to indulge you, being nearly distracted from the fact that Satan decided to sit his bare ass cheeks on the Earth that day. He gave you his number, and from then on, he would come see you whenever you both had the time, which was rough, considering the current mess that was your life. He was the only person you felt cared enough to step you out of your comfort zone. 

The night walks on campus, your medusa piercing that he compliments all the time.

“It accentuates your features. Peng ting you are, yeah?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, a deep chuckle erupting from his throat

“Means you’re hot.”

He gets it. He gets you. And sometimes, you thought that maybe what you were feeling would never go away when you’re with him. Your hangouts were more often casual, leading to more intimate moments, mentioning him to your family, and him teaching you how to play his guitar. You began to feel it linger, when you knew you both didn’t want to say goodnight.

The immediate thought of it also breaks you.

You’ve felt that he’s been dodging you and your attempts to reach out as of late. It’s been weeks since you’ve last seen Hobie, and this time, he initiates to meet. It’s late in the night, and he’s late. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this mad at him, or if you ever got upset with him at all. You didn’t like how he started to drift away with no explanation, and instead of anger, you were filled with worry, wondering if the time you were spending together was beginning to put a strain on him. You paced around your living room, muttering words and contemplating sending an annoyingly long paragraph of a text that would make it seem like you were dumping him.

“S’mitten for me, are you love?”

You looked up at your window, the tall brit leaning on the emergency stairs, making himself at home as you pulled away.

“In your dreams, Brown.”

He walks up to you, his lanky frame hovering over you so expectantly. You looked down at your feet, almost embarrassed of your newfound feelings, and you feel even more giddy when he stands close to you. He knew that you liked him, but teasing you was his second favorite pastime besides hanging out with you. You walked away to your kitchen, grabbing an energy drink for the both of you. Silence did not exist when you were together, and the awkwardness of it all was not helping. He bit his lip, his teeth caught in his piercing. He knew he was in trouble.

“I know you’re upset.”

“Hobs, you were supposed to be here 2 hours ago, I understand being busy but I thought you were seriously hurt or something”, you exclaimed, turning away from him. Showing up late was a recurring issue with him, and you’ve had just about enough.

“Oh don’t get cheeky now. You’ve been neglectin’ your studies. A bit daft if you ask me.”

You’re eye twitched at his use of his slang, sometimes you didn’t always need him to explain to know that what he was saying had negative connotations.

“That’s none of your concern, it’s you I’m worried about.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he smirks. There wouldn’t be a point in arguing with him about this, handing him his drink, turning on your television, starting the episode of your favorite series where you had both left off.

You sat farther away from him than usual, occasionally glancing in his direction, and unfortunately, he was staring right back at you, even more intense.

“I don’t bite, unless ya’ ask,” he teases, softly patting a seat closer to him, and you oblige. It wasn’t like you weren’t happy to see him, and he chuckles at your annoyed compliance. It was becoming an awkward staring contest, and you quickly lost track of the media playing on your screen. You open your mouth, just out of curiosity.

“So, how’s life treating you?”

“Fighting fascists, new piercings, performin’, ” he looks over to you, taking another sip of his drink, awaiting for a life update on your part. You bit your lip, anxiety getting the best of you. Despite the closer proximity, you still felt to far away from him. He sighs, using his leg to move your body to face him. You quiver, tears threatening to spill from your face once again, but you still looked up.

He looked at you, seeming nonchalant, but you still felt the worry in his aura.

“I know you want me to squash it, but it’s obvious s’omething bigger is bothering you,” he softly speaks, his thumb circling into your knee. “You act as if you’re scared of somethin’— of someone.”

Hobie scoots closer to you, using guiding your chin to make you look at him directly for the first time tonight.

“Talk t’me.”

You shake away from him, that feeling in the pit of your stomach only becoming more intense.

“I can’t tell you everything, Hobs.”

“But you can tell me anythin’, yeah?”

You look up, his face was close to you now, not realizing that you were nothing leaning into each other the more you spoke. His hand, slowly sliding to your hips, slowly stroking your stretch marks that your shirt wasn’t covering. You looked into his eyes, a small smile showing.

“There she is,” he exaggerates, giving you a soft squeeze, and you let out a giggle. The moment was yet again, cut short by that annoying ass beep from his wristwatch, that has interrupted your meaningful conversations countless times. Hobie curses from under his breath, backing away from you, the light illuminating his flawless features. And just like that, the moment has passed. His eyes look up to you, disproval in your expression, and you knew what was coming next, so you did it for him.

“Just go.”

Hobie let out a deep sigh before apologizing for what felt like the thousandth time, knowing he would do this the next time you make an attempt to make time for each other.

But this time, you were going to figure out why.

—

As soon as he had left, your senses went off. And this was the last time you were going to ignore them.

You had quickly went off into your room after he left, frantically throwing around your belongings to find your suit before Hobie got too far from you. You had followed him, all the way to an one of the abandoned buildings on campus that was currently under renovation. You stood behind a slab of concrete, peeking from the side, watching as he walked through a portal as if it were just another day.

But you saw, and now you knew. Your suspicions proved you right once again.

You flicked your wrist, webbing into the portal before it closed in on you.

And now, there you were, caught by Hobie after catching your ankle so you wouldn’t plunge to certain death after following him through his portal, seeking nothing but a dark abyss before you, seeming bottomless.

You turned towards him, a smirk plastered across his face.

“I fuckin’ knew it.”

You webbed free from his grip, finding ground. You looked at his appearance, and now you knew why he wore such familiar colors. Your suit hugged your body, adorned in your favorite colors, riddled with black accents. Hobie looked you up and down, whistling in admiration, while you took in your surroundings. HQ did not look like this at all when you first arrived.

“Place look familiar?”

You had brushed yourself off, taking in the countless people that had suits similar to yours. The unique design of the interior, and many, many, familiar faces.

“The Spiderverse.”

“Hey I call it the same thing!”

You turned in the direction of the speaker, a young boy standing in front of you. He had a black suit, red accents riddled across, two other spider men following behind you, staring at you in admiration.

“I’m Miles!”

You were still floored by all that had occurred in just a few moments. Slowly, you raised your hand, waving to the kid, smiling at him.

“Hi Miles, I’m [Name].”

“Oh, Hobie! Did we get a new recruit?”

A spider woman in a white suit walked up behind him, her pink hair flowing, and eyes that could manipulate a way to your heart.

“I’m Gwen, and this one here Is Pavitr!” Both greet themselves which such joy to see you. You almost felt as if you were back home, introducing yourself to who seemed to be Hobie’s colleagues. You expected him to be upset with you for following him, or keeping your identity as spiderwoman a secret, or vice versa. Yet, he’s seeing you in a new light, a personality that didn’t exist in your world. You would only ever smile like this if it was truly something or someone you cared about. You both would know that.

“Alright kids, follow me!”

The voice felt all too familiar, the oozing confidence in her demands making you cringe instantly, and you turn to see no other than Jessica Drew herself. You stared blankly, a sigh of irritation, your bubbly personality disappearing almost instantly.

“Jessica..”

She started at you, her face turning into a small scowl before turning back around, motioning the group of teens to follow her, but not before throwing a day pass in your direction. It was hard for them to pay attention when they were too focused on your sudden change of demeanor. Hobie walked beside you, brushing against your hand to catch your attention.

“What’s the tea with you two, ey?”

Your side eye is critical when you look towards him, signaling that you didn’t want to talk about it. He grunts before shrugging it off, still walking close to you. You watched Miles as he introduced himself to everyone, completely enamored with his surroundings. All that you could conclude from this, is that he was new. But while he was looking at everyone else, they were all looking at you. You heard the mutters and whispers amongst them as the HQ went into a deafening silence. You could feel Hobie’s gaze on you, sliding his arm around your waist for comfort.

“Piss off. Go back to what you were doin’.”

Quickly, they did what they were told, but you could still hear the voices of some conversing about you. And Hobie could hear it too.

“I didn’t think they’d let her come back.”

“Maybe they caught her sneaking in, they did say she never gave her watch back.”

He looks to your side, still silent as he watches your body tense up from their words. Maybe he wasn’t the only one acting dodgy.

You look ahead, looking at the lair that belongs to the man you used to call your boss. You felt Hobie release his grip from you to catch up with Miles, watching closely as he walked around him, fidgeting with materials and grabbing small objects. The young teen seemed stressed about something, making you just as anxious. You heard him expressing his frustrations about not having a watch, Hobie suggesting to Miles that he make his own.

You had forgotten how big this room was, and you wished it was longer by the time you got to the main event. He descended from his pad, multiple screens could be seen, one of which you could see showed your last conversation with Hobie at your apartment. Miles and Gwen walked up to him, Miles eager to introduce himself, holding a small box of food. Hobie held you back, watching you stare at the sight before you in amazement.

The moment quickly dissipated once you saw the Miguel everyone knew, his violence showing its face rather quickly, throwing an item in Miles direction. With quick reaction, your web caught onto the object, throwing it to a forgotten corner, showing yourself to him. He chuckled, his expression gleamed with frustrations and anger.

“I knew you would be here.”

“Your favorite disappointment could never miss out on a good time.”

Glaring at one another, everyone could feel the tension, so thick it was possible to cut it with a knife. Hobie watched from afar, reading for whatever should come next. That is until you felt the joyous cries of a child, turning to see a grown man in a pink robe. Instantly, you felt a wave of tears washing over you, Peter calling your name as soon as you ran into his arms.

“I missed you kid.”

Miles shared the excitement, walking up to Peter, also capturing him in an embrace. Miles looked at you in awe once more, wondering how you knew him.

“He was my mentor.”

“That’s crazy, me too!”

You heard Miguel groan, echoing throughout the room, Peter ignoring him, and telling you and Miles to do the same. You once again here the coos of a child, looking in the direction, a baby crawling across the wall. You excitedly exclaim with Miles, “You had a baby!”

Peter laughs sheepishly, yelling for his daughter, telling her to make sure she kept her day pass on, clearly in her own world.

Once again, the atmosphere changed dramatically, Miguel stepping down from his pad, Miles following, both engaging in a rather lengthy conversation about canon events. That’s when you started to shake, Gwen and Hobie looking at you with worry. Still, you held your ground, listening to Miguel explain the Spiderverse to Miles, the timelines, and the unfortunate events that occurs to just about every Spider-person. You saw the young teen grow anxious, beginning to mention his dad, and how he becomes captain in just a few days. Miles grows impatient and restless, and arguing that he shouldn’t sit here and let his father die. Miles looked to his colleagues, searching for confirmation. They all looked away, proving the timeline to be correct. Miguel turns toward you, motioning Miles to look in your direction.

“Your friend here believed the same thing.”

You felt everyone’s eyes on you, feeling as small as Miguel once made you feel. You looked at Miles, ready to hang onto every word you as you began to open your mouth to speak, but you looked away.

“Go on, tell him, [Name].”

You sucked up your sniffles, having to relive that memory constantly felt dehumanizing.

“I….I had a friend, who believed the same thing you did. She wanted to be able to save her parents, to be able to do both, and live the perfect life.”

You felt your chest tighten, yet urged yourself to continue.

“I ended up getting her killed, and destroyed her Universe.”

You heard Miles let out a gasp, you looked to Hobie, his eyes wide, and you couldn’t decipher his emotion. Miles turned back to Miguel, demanding that he be returned home. He refused, locking him in. They had all began to walk away, apologizing that it had to end like this. Well, not on your watch, but it seems that Hobie beat you to it.

A flash of light, knocking everything and everyone on their ass, you chuckled at the gesture. Miles was still in shock, quickly recovering, running off into the headquarters. Miguel runs after the kid, everyone following behind. You felt a arm wrap around your waist, a portal opening. Before pulling you both through, Hobie declaring his standing with the league.

“And for the record, I quit.”

—

You were back in the comfort of your own home, dressed in your lounge clothes, while your suit in the washer. Hobie had flew you home, as there was no reason to hide it anymore. Now, it was an uncomfortable silence, the two of you haven’t spoke since you left the headquarters. Hobie was getting ready to head out, his back turned to you, but not until you made yourself clear.

“We can’t come back from this.”

You looked up, his eyes staring back at you as he turned to you. The moon illuminated his smile, responding casually.

“Maybe that’s a good thing.”

And then he was gone, and you didn’t know when he would be back.

Or if he ever would be.

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can you please write McIntyre using the strap on reader as she got excited watching him beating punk? it doesn’t have to be smut, only if you want to 😩🙏🥵

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likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed!

‼️not 100% smut but smut, we’re close lol, mention of safeword, belt !!!!!!!

marks

watching your boyfriend and punk using belts and straps on each others was something you’ve never expected to see. especially since when drew got back to your shared apartment and his back was full of red bruises and cuts.

you told him how worried you were, that he might have gone too far but he reassured you, saying that he got worse during his whole career.

so you believed him.

but another week passed and you saw punk and drew using belts on each other. you didn’t want to watch anymore but the way your boyfriend was hitting punk, the way he forcibly removed his belts from his jeans, sweat dripping down his naked chest and the way his hand strongly e the belt, made you feel butterflies all over your body.

you and drew weren’t one of those kinky couples. you used cuffs and ropes a couple of times but drew always feared he would hurt you so he never pushed himself much. he respected you too much to degrade you or making you in some uncomfortable position so you’ve never asked him again.

he was a caring lover, always making you cum first in bed, prioritising you over his own pleasure. he knew how to be sensual and seductive, he knew how to make you crazy and beg for him but he was a softie after all, so you didn’t know what to expect from him if you asked him to use the belt on you.

but the sight of him looking so powerful and dominant made you wet.

the worst he could say to your proposal was no, right?

so you waited till the next day, until he got back home and during that period of time you actually thought about how you were going to ask him. there wasn’t a way of actually asking someone if they could use their belt on your ass so you thought about just asking him the way you would ask him about his day.

it was night when he got home. you were already in bed, reading something on instagram when you saw him smiling at you.

“hey” you greeted him returning a smile.

he dropped his work bag on the floor and immediately jumped in bed next to you, making you laugh.

“hey love, i missed you” he moved closer to your body so now his head was laying on your chest while your hands was playing with his long hair.

“missed you too” you whispered, enjoying the comfort of the moment.

“did you watch the episode?” he asked even if he already knew the answer.

“of course” you laughed.

he noticed that you were dozing off, that your mind was thinking of something else and he was curious to know about it “is everything okay love?”

“uh? oh yes, don’t worry…i was just thinking”

“yeah, i can see that…do you mind let me in?” he moved a little on the bed so now he was facing you.

“it’s stupid…it’s just a thought that i had” if you were sure before, now you were completely backing off, thinking of how crazy you would have sounded if you asked him to use the strap on you.

“it’s not stupid if you’re distracted” he replied with a smirk, making you roll your eyes.

“i was thinking about you and the show…just the way you manhandled punk with the belt” you were getting shy and drew understood what you were going to say.

“go on…” he whispered.

“i - well, i just thought that you looked good using the belt on him, and i was wondering if we could try…you know, using the belt on me?” you asked, your cheeks completely red from embarrassment.

drew thought about it for a minute. he knew he was strong and he didn’t want to hurt you. but at the same time he knew he wouldn’t have used as much force as he used with punk and the thought of having you face down and ass up wasn’t so bad after all.

“you sure? i don’t wanna hurt you” he wanted to be sure.

“positive…i will let you know in case it gets too much for me”

“i need a safeword” he was serious about it.

you thought for a minute about a simple word that you would easily remember “claymore” you said and he laughed.

“seriously?”

“what? it’s short and easy for me to remember” you joked.

“fine…come here…” he said before letting you sit on his lap. his lips met yours in a passionate yet gentle kiss, his beard grazing over your cheeks making you shiver “if i’m hurting you i need you to say so” he whispered again your lips and you nodded.

his hands pushed your hips down, making you slowly grind against his now evident erection. a moan escaped his lips, making you wanting to grind your hips again “don’t play with me princess” he smiled, his lips leaving soft kisses against your neck and collarbone “lift your hips up for me” you did as he said and in one move he was able to remove your shorts and panties.

“take your shirt off please…” you begged him, needing to see him in all of his glory.

“as you wish” he smirked, removing his shirt so you could touch his muscular chest. the smiled, feeling your soft hands on his bruised chest, touching him softly.

one of his hands moved to touch your naked cunt, teasing your lips before his thumb slowly circled your clit “you’re so wet already…and all because of a belt” he captured your lips again, biting them softly, making you moan “ass up and face down baby…” he smirked seeing how eager you were to comply.

in a swift move you saw him removing his belt from his jeans and you felt yourself burning. he helped you positioning yourself over the pillows, making sure that your face and your elbows wouldn’t feel any pain.

“you good?” he asked and you nodded “promise me to let me know if it hurts okay?”

“i promise you drew…” you smiled at him and before you could say anything else, you felt his hand smacking your add, making you slightly jump from the surprise.

you felt becoming wetter and he noticed that from the way you tried to close your legs. his strong arms made impossible for you to do so as he gently massaged your cheek before bringing the hard material of the belt over your ass. he didn’t hit you, he wanted you to get used to the feeling before doing anything.

you shivered a little when you felt the cold material against your body but it was likeable.

before you could say anything, you felt a strong whipping against your ass “oh fuck…” you moaned, closing your eyes slightly from the burning sensation that it caused you.

“do you want me to stop?” drew asked a little worried. his eyes were still looking at your face, trying to see if there was any discomfort showing.

“absolutely not!” you said making him chuckle. he had no idea there was this kinky side in you. you’ve always been the vanilla type, or so he thought.

without warning, you felt another hit on your ass. a little less strong than the other one but still firm, knowing that by the end of the night, you would probably struggle to sit.

drew thought about a way for you to make it more enjoyable for you. he knew that you would probably get tired of it after five or six hits and he was having too much fun to end so quickly.

he brought his middle finger back to your cunt, positioning himself behind you, losing your face sight but imagining your eyes closing when you felt his finger touching your clit once again.

his belt touched your ass once again, but the fact that his fingers were working on your clit, it made the pain less painful and you were actually enjoying this more. the contrast from pain and pleasure, the way you felt your ass burning but at the same time your core getting wetter and wetter , you loved every second of it.

he noticed that you were enjoying it. from the way your legs began to shake, from your moans and whimpers. he knew you were close, his hands working magic both on your cunt and ass. with one last strong whip, he hit your ass before stroking your clit faster, making you cum right on the spot “oh fuck fuck fuck…” you mumbled against the pillows, your head almost suffocating between the comfort “oh shit…” you felt your body go numb and falling down on the bed.

drew making sure that you were okay, softly turned you to face him. he threw the belt somewhere on the back of the room and his hands tried to move the hair that got stuck on your face.

your eyes were closed and your mouth a little open, still trying to catch your breath.

“love” he softly whispered in your ear, making you open your eyes “are you okay love?” his lips met your cheeks and you softly nodded “i need words love”

you chuckled “i’m okay”

“did i hurt you?”

“no…i enjoyed it actually…a lot” you smirked, making him laugh.

“well…i think that’s enough for you tonight…you did so good baby, i’m impressed”

“shut up” you softly punched him making him laugh.

before you could move, drew went to the bathroom and got some lotion to put on your very red ass. the cold cream made you hiss for a second when it came in contact with your skin. drew was careful, trying not to hurt you, not more than he already did at least.

“you should sleep on your stomach tonight…at least until the cream is absorbed” he suggested making you nod your head.

you were tired, and he definitely wore you out. drew removed his jeans and stayed in just his underwear before coming back to bed with you. he gently helped you making you more comfortable and relaxed on the bed, knowing that the position you were in wasn’t helping. you had your head over his chest and his hands gently rubbing your back.

“goodnight love” he whispered but your eyes were already closed and you were slowly drifting off to sleep, dreaming about all the kinky things you would ask drew to try with you once you woke up.

[storysofmyown]

Web of Lies

Summary:  After months of sleeping with Miguel as his own personal stress toy, you  finally mustered up the courage to ask him out on a date. All you could  hope for was he would show up and you two would have a lovely evening.  Of course, that was just too much to ask from someone as cold as the  spider-man from your universe.

TW: Smut, cursing.

Note: I know i normally only write for obey me but..i just had to write for this man...

Word Count: 10,081

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“…so”

You started, eyeing Miguel  carefully from across the desk. The only sound in the room being the  noise of your pen clicking against the clipboard in an attempt distract  yourself from the growing sensation of dread.

“¿Si?” Miguel  answered, his eyes glued to the screen in which another universe was  being shown. Apparently there had been some recent trouble of an anomaly  in the place. Although it had been taken care of, from what you heard,  he was making sure there wasn’t any residue or another anomaly they had  to take care of that would endanger that specific universe or others.

“The  new restaurant in my town opened. Apparently is very good and kind of  upscale.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes going from  the clipboard to the man’s back. “I was wondering if you would like to  come with me.” You finally asked.

It was a far-off chance he’d  agree. Although your little ‘arrangement’ had been going on for a few  months now, that didn’t mean the man was in any way or form  sentimentally attached to you. He was always working, either on the  technicalities, management of the society, or being his own universe  Spider-man, he was always busy. The stress had started taking a toll on  his body and mental state, and you let him use you as a way for him to  take out all that vent up stress. It started as a once off thing. He was  stressed, angry, disappointed, and downright desperate after a anomaly  escaped and his useless team had failed to locate it. Neither of you  meant for that to happen, but in the moment, he just latched onto your  lips and one thing led to another, with the man taking out his  frustration on your half naked body as he pinned you against his desk,  hips slamming into yours as moans filled the room.

That had gone  on for almost an hour before he was interrupted by Lyla, the hologram  appeared beside his shoulder and stating that they had found some  information. He had basically forced himself to finish so he could get  back to work. But after that he seemed more…calm. At least he didn’t  chew out the team of spiders when they came back from the mission.  Neither of you both address what had happened in his office that day for  a few weeks. But it was far from the last time it happened.

A  couple of weeks later he had come back raging from a villain that had  vested him. This was in his own dimension, and for some reason, the fact  that he had been up against universe destroying entities and come out  victorious, made it stung for the man the fact a stupid ‘villain of the  week’, had managed to get an upper hand on him. You didn’t even get to  say a word as he finished placing a warm cup of Cuban coffee on his  desk, when the man turned you around and started kissing you  desperately. This time, though, it wasn’t against the wall. And your  time together wasn’t interrupted. The man was insatiable. All that rage  and strength made him relentless, and he just kept going no matter how  many times the both of you came undone. You had to spend the night in  the night in one of the empty rooms in the office. There was no way you  could walk home after he took you in such a way. The third time was  when you proposed the deal. This time it hadn’t been in his office or  the workplace. This time, while getting settled for a late-night movie  session, the man appeared. He had come through your window, and there  were wounds all over his torso, his suit ripped and even the mask had  taken some damage, which meant his face would have also taken some  damage. After helping disinfect and bandage the wounds, the two of you  stared at each other in silence. Only for him to latch onto your lips.  The kiss started a bit softer, but it slowly grew. You allowed him once  more to take his disappointment in himself, his anger, rage and worries  on your body. With someone as powerful as him, he could certainly do a  number on your poor body, much smaller than the others, but damn it did  not matter when he was making you feel that good and you were just oh so  close to him in that moment.

It was the first time he stayed  close to you after the two had been together. Just cuddling you into his  chest as you struggled to get your breath back and rest enough before  getting into the shower. After that, you asked him if he was more at  ease. When his response was affirmative you couldn’t help but feel  almost…giddy. Someone like yourself, a simply human, being able to take  on such a powerful and strong man and not only making him feel good but  helping him with his worries trough you. Yeah, that made you feel  special. So, you caved at your own desires. And the arrangement was  made. Whenever he needed something or someone to help him trough his  emotions, to help ease his worries and to make him feel good, you were  there. And the man certainly took you up on your word.

Of course,  this was mutually beneficial. You both got what you wanted, and the next  day, in front of everyone, you´d act like nothing had happened and  carry on work like normal. Unless he needed to use you again. In which  case you were more than happy to give him what he needed wherever and  whenever as long as no one caught the two of you.

That had been  going on now for the last five months. Some very delicious five months.  But lately…you have been craving more than just the physical  satisfaction, While the nights with him were still extremely  satisfactory you wished the man would be a bit more…romantic. Sometimes  the best part of the night was watching him sleep soundly next to you  after you both had your fill. His handsome face finally relaxed. The  permanent frown he wore to all the other spiders finally gone and almost  a soothing expression appeared in its place as soft snores filled the  room and you watched the man sleep. It didn’t take you long before you  realized you were in deep shit. And you wanted more than just the sex he  had been offering up until now. Hence, why you were making a futile  attempt of getting to meet the man outside of his job for reasons other  that your usual activities.

“What time?” Miguel asked once more  without turning around. Although, the fact he had asked that gave you a  silver of hope. Maybe he would go…

“Eh…any is fine. How about 7:00? We can meet there if you’d life.”

After a moment of pondering the man finally answered.

“Sure. It seems like things are calm in the multiverse and here too. I suppose I can make the time.”

Your  heart leaps in your chest. ‘Yes! We got a date!’ You couldn’t help but  cheer to yourself internally, wide smile showing as the clicking of your  pen grew faster.

“G-Great! I’ll see you tomorrow at seven then!”  You beamed, feeling excitement grew before you frowned a bit. “Unless I  see you tonight as well-?” You asked, unsure if the man had plans on  dropping trough your window like he usually did. You stared at the man,  and you could have sworn there was almost a smile on his lips.

“Go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You chuckled at that.

“Ya, ya, okay.” You smile at him. “Goodbye, Miguel.”

And  with that, you finished organizing his papers before going out of his  office. Not before saying goodbye to some of the spider-people you  usually mingled with. After saying bye to them, you returned to your  place, feeling giddy and excited all over on the prospect of seeing the  man tomorrow.

The next day rolled up. The date fell right on your  day off, so, for the most part, you couldn’t do anything other than to  excitedly and anxiously wait for the time to come. The nerves betray you  for some reason and only let you eat just a little. You started getting  ready two hours before the time came for you to leave your home. You  couldn’t help but be excited at the idea. This was Miguel, after all.  The dark, brooding, almost cynical man that everyone in spider society  respected and some even feared. He was their boss, at the head and in  charge of taking care of the entire multiverse. He was also your  universes spider-man. A powerful and strong man. He was also, under all  the stress, anger, and sadness, he was caring. You had seen that side of  you. It was inevitable. With how many nights and days you had spent  together, you started to see behind the stoic façade. Well, it wasn’t  really a façade, but there was more to Miguel than meet the eye and…you  wanted to be with him, and not just sexually.

Finally, the time  rolled. You give yourself one last look in the mirror before taking your  stuff and finally making your way to the restaurant. You arrived a few  minutes earlier, which was fine, you didn’t mind waiting, Once seated,  you brought out your phone, checking yourself in the reflection before  smiling to yourself a bit. The nerves were starting to eat through, but  everything would be fine, it would be a hell of a time. After making  sure your hair was still like you brushed it, you unlocked your phone  and searched for his contact. Shooting a quick text.

‘Miguel, I’m already at the restaurant, so don’t worry about picking the   table. See you in a bit.’ – 6:58.

You  smiled at the text before humming to yourself. A waitress approached  you, and you decided to start things off a bit early, getting yourself a  glass of whine while you waited for the man. Once the wine arrived, you  carefully sipped on it, distracting yourself with both the wine and  your phone until Miguel arrived.

Except, it was already 7:23, and  your boss had yet to arrive. You were starting to get angsty. He must be  running late, right? You checked your phone and noticed the man hadn’t  been online in the last 3 hours, Okay, that explained why he hadn’t  answered your text. Unlike you and everyone, it was like that man never  took a break, He must had gone to HQ today as well and was now running a  bit late. Yeah, that must be it. You’d give him a few more minutes and  maybe shoot another text. Yeah, you were a bit impatient, that was all.

‘Your sit is getting lonely without you.’ – 7:35

‘Well now I’m the one starting to get lonely.’ – 7:49

‘I’m starting to get worried here. Did something happen?’ – 7:58.

‘¿Holaaaa?’ 8:05

“…malditacea.”  You cursed under your breath. Deleting the next text, you were planning  on sending the man. It was nearly 8:30. And you were on your fourth  glass of wine. “…he really just stood me up.”

You whispered to  yourself. Disbelief coating your every word as you looked down at your  phone. There was no sign of the man at all. The city was also calm. Was  there a mission? Maybe…its not like the civilians working for them knew  all about the missions, surely it was a last-minute thing and he  couldn’t contact you. Yeah…yeah that must be it. After a beat, and a few  more seconds of hope, you sighed to yourself, looking at the clock.  Yeah…he…he was going to show up tonight.

‘I’m going home. Hope everything is alright.’ – 8:29.

After  asking for the check over the wines, you made your way back home.  Trying with every fiber of your being to rationalize what had just  happened. Surely there was an explanation for all of this. He would  surely call you the first moment he could and explain everything to you.  Maybe even offer to make it up to you. There…there was no way he’d  stood you up or ghost you intentionally, right?

That night, you  barely catch a wink of sleep. Thinking of the evening and the fact he  hadn’t shown up. It wasn’t until the very early hours of the morning  that you finally managed to get some sleep. And it wasn’t until the next  day afternoon that you woke up. Your tired body refused to get up from  the bed. It would be better to just stay there, you didn’t have work  until tomorrow either way. Although, there was just enough energy for  you to grab your phone from the nightstand and check it.

Still  nothing from Miguel. Your heart tightened around your chest, and tears  prickled your eyes. Even if there were no notifications you still  decided to unlock your phone and check the news. It didn’t seem to  report any attack or spider-man appearances the night before. Then you  checked the texts. Just in case you told yourself. But…you kind of  wished you didn’t. Apparently, Miguel had been online a few hours ago.  Not only that, but he had read your messages at the time he was only. It  appeared he had hopped on the chat around 11:00. But there was no  response yet…

‘Don’t you dare cry!’ You hissed to yourself.  Closing your eyes tightly, you didn’t know what you felt more. If  humiliation, sadness, or just pure anger. Internally you cursed  yourself, before throwing the phone back into the nightstand, covering  yourself from head to toe with the covers, trying to hold back the tears  as much as possible. There…there had to be an explanation, he wouldn’t  just leave you in seen like that. Even if you two were just ‘fuck  buddies’, he cared about you, right?! At least you hoped he did…you’d  just have to ask him tomorrow, and hopefully, everything would be  cleared up. But for now, for now you just wanted to fall asleep again.

*********

The  noise was getting to your nerves. You really pondered staying today at  home after the night rolled and there still were no signs of Miguel. But  you couldn’t afford to let your feelings get in the way of work.  Besides, if you saw him today, there would certainly be a conversation  about what had happened. He would surely apologize. As cold as the man  could be, he was also polite, he wouldn’t be the type to say yes to a  date and then never show up…even if that was exactly what he did.

You  shook your head from those thoughts and sighed. Your hand hovered over  the control panel. You took perhaps a few seconds too long to type in  the passcode to his office. And those around you were starting to  notice. You took a deep breath, trying to still the nerves and sighed.  You’d just act casual, and not upset. He would surely bring it up on his  own. Maybe even propose to make it up…

After a beat, you finally  typed in the passcode, entering the others office, and allowing the door  to close behind you. The difference between outside and inside the  office always meant you have to take a few seconds in order to adjust to  the dark. And the sudden deafening silence that was only contrasted by  the beeping of machines or Miguel typing something was the only thing  making the place seem active. You saw the platform move, and once it was  on the floor, you hopped in.

The first thing you noticed was how  messy the office seemed, There were papers scattered everywhere, the  trashcan had been flipped over, the chair was laying a good four feet  away from the desk, and talking about the desk, it had several dents  around its surface. You frowned at that. Certainly, that wasn’t there  when you were last here. But for now, you simply ignored it, focusing  your eyes on the man standing in front of the monitor. Once more, his  back was turned back on you. Except this time, you couldn’t see his face  at all.

“…m-morning, Miguel.” You started, glancing carefully at the man before clearing your throat. “I brought you your coffee.”

You  continued, placing the cup in the desk, making sure to place it in an  undamaged area just in case. Now you stayed silent, watching the mans  broad back once more. Who had yet to acknowledge you or said anything at  all. Your nerves started to pick up again. The usual tick kicking in as  you started clicking the pen rapidly.

"Uh…Miguel?”

You  spoke once more, this time, at the very least, earning a low sound in  response and the man to move his body ever so slightly to look at you.  There was a deep glare, frowning, and his eyes were bright red, making  you swallow as you starred at the man. Oh, he was pissed. You simply  blinked in his direction, the clicking sound still filling the room as  you starred at him, only for the man look back at the screen in front of  him. There was some kind of video being displayed over it, but from  your position you couldn’t make it out. Although, you had a feeling you  already knew the kind of video that was playing…

A father can never forget their little princess after all.

You  simply swallowed once more. Normally his irritated, pissed, angry,  raging or stressed mannerism or reactions didn’t bother you. Yes, at  first you did think the man was scary, but as time went on, you couldn’t  help but find him kind of…hot when he was angry, and thankfully, he  rarely ever directed that anger towards you, only being snappy and rude  at times but he quickly calmed down with you and just focused on his  job. That was until your…arrangement started. After that it became even  hotter when he was angry, because now instead of getting snappy or rude,  he’d simply slam you against the wall and started kissing you  fervently. Just the memory of it caused your knees to weaken. But right  now, there was no time for that.

Miguel might be pissed right now,  but you had every right to be as well! You waited almost two hours for  him to show up and the damn man didn’t. You had every right in the world  to be pissed off! But you simply sighed. ‘Something must have  happened’. You reason with yourself, before trying to put on the usual  smile just as you saw Miguel turn around towards the board.

“Did  you…do anything this weekend?” You questioned, maybe he was just ashamed  and didn’t want to bring it up, but he couldn’t escape from it forever.

“No.”

That  was his answer. Once more without turning around, without giving you  any sense that you mattered in any way…or that he even remembered your  plans.

“R…R-Really?” You spoke once more, the clicking became  faster. “No…villain here or a-an anomaly in in the multiverse? Any  special missions?” You chuckled, a bit nervously.

“Nope. Nada de nada.” His voice was…neutral. Almost empty. And that…kind of bothered you. If there was really where no pressing matters, then why did he…?

“…Miguel-“

“Just  get to the point, will you? I’m very busy.” He snapped, glaring at your  direction once more, only for his spiderweb to be shot in your  direction, wrapping around the pen, and snapping it right out of your  hand. “…that’s getting annoying.” He hissed. And now you didn’t know if  to be pissed, scared, or just leave the room altogether and come back  once he was in a better mood. You took a beat to answer, a frown  decorating your features before looking away, hugging the clipboard  against your body for a moment before sighing.

“…you didn’t go to our date.”

You started, almost a bit shy, feeling perhaps just a little silly as you looked down. You awaited his answers anxiously.

“…date?” He asked. “I never agreed to a date. Just dinner.”

Your  heart almost snapped in half at that, eyes going wide as you looked up  to the large figure in front of the monitors, The light from them was  hitting him from behind, making it harder to see his features. It didn’t  help that he was wearing the spider suit which surrounded him in a dark  color as well.

“…what-?”

“I agreed to dinner, and then forgot. Its not my fault if you believed there was something else going on between us two.”

Your  eyes went wide at that. Why would he-?! Okay, yeah, maybe you did jump  to conclusions thinking it was a date but that didn’t justify his  actions!

“I-I’m sorry, you forgot?” You hissed out. Anger started  to replace the sadness that had taken a hold of you after being ghosted  like that. “I sent you like five messages! How did you not see them-?!”

“I saw them.”

Miguel’s  voice was darker and sultrier than usual. He took a careful step  towards you, a glare on his eyes as his large body loomed over you, the  red from his eyes before more intense as you felt the heat radiate from  his body as he cornered you against the desk, the back of your knees  hitting the cold metal and making you want to shrink into yourself at t  proximity. His hands came down hard on the metal, making a sound that  echoed around the room, followed by the cup of coffee to fall to the  ground. Your heart5 threatened to come out of your chest as your eyes  went from the spilled cup to Miguel’s. Normally, the closeness would  make you want to jump at his bones, but this…you were he would just  forget and then not have the decency of apologizing; you were also ever  so slightly scared over his reactions. Why was he acting like this  suddenly.

“I forgot about our little outing. And from what you just said, I’m glad I did. We crossed a line.”

The man’s eyes burned into yours, and you simply couldn’t get a single word out.

“You  shouldn’t have thought this was anything else. From now on, stick to  your job and I’ll stick with mine. No more activities outside of our  actual job. It was a mistake…you were a mistake.”

With that, the  man pulled away from his, leaving the space surrounding you oddly cold  as he went back to his original position, his back once more to you, and  you couldn’t help but be silent for a good moment. Was that…was that  it? You had been sleeping together for months now! He went to you when  in need and held you close, he kissed and touched you like you were his  air on those nights, he went endlessly about needing you and how your  body was so perfect for him, how he needed you! And now he backed out  because he found out you had feelings for him?! Even after everything?!

You  couldn’t help the angry tears that were spilling out of your eyes as  you glared at his back. Your knuckles had turned white with the fire you  were gripping the flipboard. Your eyes burned with both tears and hate,  and you bit down on your lip as hard as you could in order to hold back  any sounds from escaping. After that you refused to let him hear you  cry over him.

“…eres un cabron.” You bark out, moving harshly away from the desk before walking away.

You couldn’t stand being another second in the same room as that man. There was no way you would stay there after he-! After he…

You  made your way to the bathroom. Making sure no one was there before  closing the door harshly as you proceed to let the tears come out, all  the way holding back the sobs as best as you could. The last thing you  needed was to make it obvious to the other spiders that you were sobbing  in the bathroom because of their stupid boss having put you in your  place. He was…he was right, after all.

While he was a complete and  utter asshole about it, the man was right. You had fallen for him, and  it was your fault for making up ideas and thinking there might be a  chance he might just feel the same. It was just sex…and it was clear  that you were expendable to him. Now you had to go back to being nothing  but his secretary and assistant after sharing a bed with the man in  countless occasions. After being the only one that was allowed to take  care of his wounds and see the mask fall ever so slightly once he was  calm and ready to sleep. Now you had to go back to thinking of him as  nothing but your asshole boss. Like he hadn’t meant the world to you  just some days ago. It hurt just how easily he threw you aside…

You  should never have asked him out. You…you were so stupid to think there  was a chance than you could ever mean something to someone like Miguel  O’hara.

The rest of the day went into a blur. He at least had the  decency of not calling you for anything. You didn’t even know what you  had done after that. And the roar of your stomach indicated you had  skipped lunch as well. You were as cordial as possible to the rest of  the spiders that approached you, but not your usual friendly self, not  even with those you were closest to. Barely speaking any words, saying  you were down and felt kind of sick. They didn’t seem to believe you,  but that was okay…you just had to get trough the day. And somehow, you  managed it. You stood inside your apartment, eyes low and lost as you  thought back on the conversation with your…your what, really? You never  got to be anything other than fuck buddies, and even then, that might  be a stretch. You had told yourself you were okay with being his  personal stress relief toy but now that you were thrown away, discarded,  and forgotten just like that…like an actual useless toy, now you  realized weren’t okay with that at all. You had wanted him so badly at  the time you didn’t care if it hurt you, and now you regretted every  decision you had taken ever since that first time as much as Miguel was  probably regretting having slept with you the first time. You felt your chest tighten around you and damn it hurt so badly.

“A  mistake, huh…?” You whispered to yourself, slowly moving away from the  door, and flopping into the couch. “…that one stung the most.”

Your  word was tiny and broke at the end as a new wave of tears hit. You  hated yourself, and you wondered just how in the multiverse you were  going to face him in the next few days. You had to be close to him. But  you were determined to keep it professional and not show the man just  how much he had hurt you. To think the hero of your world could be such  an idiot…

*********

Three weeks. That’s how long it had been  since you had your heart personally ripped out and stepped on by the  hero of your universe. It had been three weeks of avoiding being alone  together in the same room as him, three weeks of barely keeping any  conversation other than him giving you instructions on what to do an you  carrying them out, Three weeks of starring at the mans back from your  place as you wished he would either turn back and devour you like usual,  or at the very least give you one of those not so soft looks he had  reserved only for you. Three weeks on wanting him to talk to you,  apologize for what he said, how you wished he would turn around and ask  for your forgiveness because by God would you take him back in a  heartbeat. Even if he hurt you, you were still infatuated with him. But  then again, it had been three weeks since the man had called you a  mistake, three weeks, since he dared to be anywhere near close to you or  even look at you longer than necessary.

It still hurt badly. But  it seemed you were able to hide it well. Of course, your closest friends  asked you about your mood and the like, but it seemed you were able to  deflect it well enough. Even if you still wanted him badly, it didn’t  mean you were over his hurtful words.

You shook your head slowly.  The background noise of the microwave being an almost relaxing sound as  you looked out your window down to the city. The same window which you  would leave open at night so the man could sneak in if he felt like it…  You simply couldn’t seem to take him out of your head. After a few  seconds, you went back to the microwave the retrieve the popcorn. Some  of them were a little burned, but most were fine. Refusing the dirty a  clean bowl, you grabbed a napkin and returned to the couch before  struggling to find the controller for a few minutes. Once found, you  absentmindly put play on the movie and returned to watching it. That had  been your routine ever since…well. You tried to turn your entire mind  off and focus on the movie playing.

At some point you just zoned  out, simply starring at the vivid colors on the T.V, your hand moving on  autopilot to feed yourself some popcorns, but your mind was entirely  elsewhere. So bad, in fact, that you didn’t even hear your window being  tapped the first three times. It wasn’t until you heard the window being  smashed and the crystal falling onto the wooden floor that your head  snapped to the window, jumping in place, and making your drink spill all  over the couch.  For a moment you noticed absolutely nothing, just the  broken shards falling over the edge of the window and the ones on the  floor. That scene quickly changed as a figure came into view, obscuring  your surroundings as a shadow fell over your head.

Your eyes once  move snapped upwards, the red glow emanating from the person making you  fear for a moment until your mind finally fully processed the scene in  front of you.

“…you locked the window.” Miguel’s voice came through, and you felt rage like no other invaded you.

“…Miguel, what the actual fuck?! Did you smash my window in order to get in-!”

You  were about to keep yelling at him, only for the man to bring a finger  over his lips and shush you, looking slightly over his shoulders.

“…we need to leave. Now.”

He stated. There was no explanation, just an order. And that pissed you the fuck off.

“Oh hell no.” You hissed. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“There  isn’t time for this!” He hissed as well, grabbing your arm harshly and  making you stand up as you glared at him, His hold wasn’t that tight  around your wrist, so you managed to shake it off and walk away from his  looming figure.

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no! You won’t do this. You  have no right to barge into my fucking apartment like this after  ghosting me on our plans and then discarding me to the side like a  freaking rag doll! What the fuck are you doing here?!” You screamed at  him.

“Ill explain everything at HQ, but we need to-“

“Miguel!”  Lyla suddenly came into view, the small hologram screamed out his name,  sounding desperate. Almost like a warning. Before you could even  process her appearance, the man shoots a web at you, and another towards  the wall. Just as your body hit against his after you had been pulled  towards him, you heard a loud, thundering noise, followed by a crash and  a whisk of air as he pulled you both on the other web, close to the  wall.

“Mierda…” He hissed, glaring at something or someone in your  apartment. You tried to look back, only for the man to pull you closer  to his chest, holding you there as he proceeded to shoot a web to the  broken window and take you both out of the place as you felt something  starting to charge towards you both. “Team, we need you now.”

His  voice commanded, and as you held onto him for dear life, you managed to  look over his shoulder just in time to see Jess, Ben, Hobbie and some  other spiders charge at the creature that was breaking the walls of your  apartment. His hand around your waist tightened as he swung around the  city as fast as he could. You could feel his tense muscles through the  suit. You didn’t know what the hell had just happened, but even though  you were pissed still at him, the fear was now stronger as you held even  tighter around him.

On a far away building you saw Miles, Gwen  and Peter B. Miguel shouted something to them before they started  swinging in the direction to your apartment. If there were so many  spiders from society then it must be some kind of anomaly. And a strong  one at that.

Once at HQ, picked you up bridal style before going  in his room’s direction. He seemed a bit calmer now, probably since he  knew his team must be handling the anomaly, or by being back safe in the  Headquarters. Whatever was the reason, you weren’t going to ask. You  were still riding down the high of your apartment being broken into,  being almost attacked by an anomaly, then saved by Miguel, swung through  the whole city, and now being sat down on his bed as he locked the door  of his dark room. Making sure to activate the security before taking  his mask off.

“Lyla. How’s the team?” he hissed out. The small  hologram appeared and frowned for a moment, which only earned her a  glare from Miguel before she scoffed.

“Rude as always.” She  stated, before some screens appeared around her. “They seem to be having  a hard time with the anomaly, but they are hanging on.” At that Miguel  sighed, nodding.

“Tell me if things escalate. I’ll go helps, for  now I’ll stay with them.” He stated, glancing at you who were just  managing to calm down your breath before looking at him just as Lyla  disappeared. Miguel slowly approached you, an almost concerned frown on  his face as he kneeled in front of you. Even like that the man was so  tall… “…you, okay?”

His voice…this time it was soft. A tone you  had heard a few times in the last few months but right now it made you  almost melt right in front of him. He sounded almost concerned over  you…the same man that some weeks ago had called you a mistake.

“…I  think so…” You whisper, looking down at your hands for a moment before  looking back at the man, locking your eyes with his. He was…rather  close. “Miguel, what was that? Was that creature after me…?” You  whispered.

Miguel sighed, looking away from you before rubbing the  bridge of his noise, exhaling harshly before giving a half nod and  shrug.

“Something like that. More after me than you.” He whispers,  before sighing at your puzzled expression. “Three weeks ago…the day of  our date.”

He started, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat and also squeeze at the mention of that night.

“There  was a mission. An anomaly made itself know in Universe 362.” He  started. “With the local spiderman and some other spiders we went to  check it out and contain it. But it was far stronger than I anticipated.  There was also the fact it could universe hop. That made it even more  dangerous.”

His eyes narrowed. Just now you had become aware he  had taken one of your hands and was tracing shapeless forms on your hand  with his thumb, making you blush slightly.

“It managed to defeat  us and hope for another universe. Not before leaving his mark on me.  Apparently,” he sighed again, avoiding your eyes still, “the creature  finds which the marked cares for the most. Then it attacks the person.  Once they die, the anomaly feeds onto the sorrow and desire of the  market to see their loved one again. Using that as his energy to hop  into another universe and repeat the process.”

He finished, looking at you slightly, before looking away once more, rubbing the back of his neck.

“We  are still figuring out properly how its powers work. But once it  presented itself into our universe tonight, we had to jump into action  to get it before it could hurt you.”

His eyes lingered on your  palm for a couple of seconds, before looking back at you. You simply  stared at him for a few seconds, processing the information. But there  was something that weighed on your mind more than any of the things he  had just said.

“…you care the most about me?” You whispered,  cheeks burning as a small smile come to your lips, placing your free  hand over his, making the man groan before he looked away.

“…I was  an idiot to you.” He whispered, moving ever so slightly closer. “I was  scared the creature might hurt you, so I tried to distance myself from  you when I should have been keeping you close. I was the one who hurt  you instead…”

Now it was your turn to move closer, some locks of  hair had fallen to the front, framing his face in a way that accentuated  just how handsome the man was, with his jawline and deep eyes, and his  lips…

“…so, I’m not a mistake?” You whisper, leaning even closer now, placing your forehead against his. The mans eyes fluttered closed, and you could feel your heart jump out.

“Never.”

With  that, he finally closed the space between you both, his lips clashing  against yours in an almost romantic kiss as you brought a hand to his  cheek, cupping it and leaning into him even more as the kiss went on.  And on. And on before he finally moved away, breathless, eyes on your  lips as you looked back at him with red cheeks, biting your lower lip  slightly, before the man started to kiss you again.

This time the  kiss was more needy, more passionate, more...him. More what you were  used to when you were suddenly awoken in the middle of the night with  the large man attacking your neck waiting for you to finally wake up and  give yourself to him just like you had done so many times before. Even  then, he still managed to deepen the kiss, which now had turned into  more of an open mouthed one as his tongue explored you fervently. The  hand on his cheek went to his hair, pulling on it slightly before he  groaned, breaking the kiss to attack your neck. Not before pulling on  your lower lip with his teeth. As he went to your neck, you noticed the  tip of his fangs starting to come out, which was then confirmed as you  felt them nick at your skin before he started kissing your neck. Small  gasps and noises started leaving your lips as you moved your head to  give the man more space, willing to give yourself to him in any way he  wanted just like you had so many times before. His lips kept going on  your neck, slowly trailing down before his hand started to grab the hem  of your shirt, easily pulling it over your head. With the momentary  break of the kiss, you were going to take that opportunity to breathe,  only for his desperate lips to come clashing down on you once more as  you gasped against, before melting. At some point your bra had been  discarded and his large thumb was tracing, pressing, rolling, teasing,  and taking care of your breast and nipple as you grunted slightly  against yet another kiss, started to want more and more. Once he felt he  had marked and sucked on your neck enough, he pushed you back into the  bed before climbing next to you.

“Miguel…”

You whispered,  only for his tongue to make contact with your nipple, getting a gasp out  of you. He started to suck on the small bud, making you arch your back  into his mouth before groaning slightly. You could feel him smirking at  your reaction. His fangs slightly caressed the small bud, and the sense  of slightly danger at the idea he might bite them only helped to turn  you on even more, the familiar heat making you push your thighs together  slightly before giving another gasp as the man attacked the other  nipple with his mouth, Teasing the wet one in between his fingers,  making you squirm and call his name once more.

After a few  moments, you felt his hand leaving your nipple and going to your legs,  easily spreading them apart, which made the blush on your cheeks only  grow as you leaned back onto the comfortable bed. It wasn’t long before  the man had taken your pants and underwear off, while he stayed in his  suit, with only his mask off as he is kissing his way down from your  breast to you belly, open mouthed kisses leaving his trail as he kept  going down, until he reached the spot he wanted. Once there, the man  position himself in between your legs, one hand was moving away one of  your legs, while he had licked one of his fingers before slowly moving  it in between your folds, making you squirm at the light sensation where  you wanted to be touched the most.

His eyes never left that area  as he worked his fingers in spreading your lips, before he made contact  with your clit, making you arch your back almost instantly. Before you  had even relaxed back into the bed, he dived right in. His warm, wet,  and soft tongue making you let out a moan as you grabbed onto the  bedsheets, moaning out his name before gasping in need.

His tongue  felt amazing against you like that. Flicking and slowly moving your  clit, giving it his entire attention. Warmth spread all over your body  as his tongue kept tasting you, only for his movements to become faster,  earning a few more moans and gaps as you arched your back once more,  toes curling.

Ah~! Fuck…Miguel…” You moaned, making the man smirk,  his own suit was already quite tight in his crotch area, and after  pondering for a moment he removed it, leaving the man in nothing but his  underwear as his tongue kept working on you. At some point he let your  poor clit rest as he trailed his tongue all the way down to your  entrance before going all the way back to your clit. It made you shudder  and grab onto the sheets harsher. You were starting to get desperate,  wanting him inside of you just oh so badly. “Miguel…” You whispered.

“Soon.”  He answe3red without you even needing to make your petition. You  groaned in response, only to gasp as his tongue pushed into your  entrance, going as deep as he could before attacking your clit for a few  seconds again. Just as you were starting to feel the warmth growing,  you felt one of his large fingers starting to tease your entrance.  Slowly, yet with the confidence of a man that knew exactly what you  liked it, he slipped it inside, making you groan slightly.

You were a bit tense; it had been a while since the last time the man had been inside of you. You would need to get used to him…

Although,  you weren’t sure he would have enough patience for that. Before you had  gotten properly used to the first finger, he started trying to  introduce the second one, making you tense up a but more as your  eyebrows furrowed in pain.

“Hey…relax.” You weren’t sure if he was  asking you to, pleading or commanding you, but his mere voice had such  an effect on you. Specially as his warm eyes starred up at you, while  his breath hit your clit that he had stopped working on just to say that  to you. It made you so weak in the legs you were glad you were laying  down on the bed.

After a few deep breaths, you finally felt his  second finger slide in. The movements started soon afterwards, making  you groan softly, before starting to moan as you got used to his fingers  inside of you again, the slow repetitive movement, accompanied by his  tongue on your clit rendered you a complete mess before you even had  time to process much. His tongue and fingers were making you feel so  good, you felt so needy and wanton that you would have almost begged for  more be it not for the fact you were already on the edge of your  orgasm. And if you assumed correctly, that would be only the first of  the night.

“Miguel~! I-I’m going to-! F-Fuck…”

Once more you  could feel his smirk against you, but the man certainly didn’t stop at  all. His fingers simply went faster as his tongue kept the perfect pace  to make you arch your back as a wave of pleasure and warmth took over  you, making you moan out his name as the orgasm hit you in full power,  toes curling and hands going to his head, pulling on it harshly. You  didn’t let go of his hair until the overwhelming pleasure of the orgasm  left. You had closed your eyes for a few seconds, but feeling both his  hands separate your legs once more made you open them, only to go wide  eyed at the sight in front of you.

Miguel had removed his  underwear. His member was starring right at you, with precum already  oozing out of the tip, a clear sign the man was ready to take you all  the way that night, you felt your walls clench on nothing at the idea of  having his member fill you up like he had done so many times. And  although you had just reached an orgasm, you felt yourself getting even  more turned on. Especially when he placed the tip of his member on your  entrance, before rubbing it on your lips, making you moan. That seemed  to satisfy him, before he placed it back on your entrance.

“…tell me if it gets too much, okay?”

He  whispers, and you only managed to move as you wrapped your legs around  his waist, not even able to intertwine them with simply how big he was.  In all sense of the word…

Slowly, you felt your walls stretching  around him as the man started pushing his member in. You closed your  eyes tightly, taking deep breaths in order to relax your body, before  groaning softly. Miguel watched your face carefully. He was barely  inside of you and his enormous member was already making you feel all  stretched out. Of course, that was the case at all. ‘This is what  happens after three weeks of not taking him’. You think to yourself,  before gasping as he pushed deeper inside.

“Miguel~” Your voice  melted in the end, making the man groan as you felt his hands tighten  harshly around your thighs. He would surely leave a mark. But you didn’t  care about that at all, all you wanted was him. As if on cue, the man  started to push deeper inside of you, making you throw your head back  into the pillow and moan out once more. You couldn’t wait until he was  all the way inside and pounding inside of you. But for now, you were  kind of enjoying it as stretched you out until your body was able to  take him all in inside of you. Miguel, on the other hand, was enjoying  thoroughly just how tight you felt around him, holding him back from  slamming deep inside of you, instead, wanting to ease you into taking  him all in so you would enjoy yourself as well.

But you were certainly already enjoying yourself.

“Fuck!”  You cursed, walls tightening around him as well. The man was a bit more  than halfway inside and it had already made you roll your eyes. Maybe  waiting for a bit before taking him wasn’t such a bad idea…your  neediness was making everything so damn good, even the slight pain as he  pushed even deeper inside of you. You couldn’t wait until his entire  cock was filling you to the brim.

“Sh, sh, sh~” The man shushed,  leaning close to whisper those sounds on your ear, the movement in turn  making him go deeper inside of you, making you melt into the pillows,  eyes closed tightly and a small whine leaving your lips in need as he  nit on your earlobe, before kissing and biting on your neck some more.  “I’m almost all the way in~”

“You…you sound as needy as me.”

You  joked, only to grunt as Miguel pushed himself deeper. Damn it, it was  starting to feel so good. He had you so stretched out and all you wanted  was for him to start moving already but the man refused to do so until  he was all the way in, with his balls touching your bare ass.

“I  am.” Was all; the answer before he took your leaps into a heated kiss.  One which extended for a while. One which he took advantage of before  finally going all the way inside of you. You couldn’t help but break the  kiss with a harsh moan as your back arched again, your hand gripping  his hair for dear life before a small whimper let your lips.

“F-Fuck, Miguel~. S-So good…p-please move.”

You  basically pleaded. You were too desperate to wait and get used to his  size all the way inside of you like that. He would be careful enough  while moving at first, so you’d be used to it either way. You saw no  point in waiting a second more. It seemed like the man agreed with you,  because without saying another word, and with his hands keeping your  legs wrapped around him, he started moving, slow and steady, giving you  time to get used to his entire length deep inside of you before he  pulled out and halfway before pushing inside again. You tensed up around  him, before moaning and relaxing once more. Your hands were wrapped  around his neck, pulling his face close to you, which only seemed to  satisfy him as he smirked, moving once more.

That was so good.  Your body was needy and all you wanted now was for him to get in his  usual rhythm. Which he started building up as he felt you relax around  him, your walls no longer so tight around you as he started to kiss your  neck, lips, face as his hips started thrusting into you.

The  sensation was always magnificent. His hips clashing against yours and  making a lewd sound as you moaned out in pleasure. A personal favorite  of you was when Miguel was into it enough that he started gasping and  letting out small noises of his own, it was just all too damn sexy to  think you could get that reaction out of him. Another moan shook you to  your chore as you felt the man starting to pull out even more before  slamming right back inside. It wasn’t yet all the way out, but he was  getting to that, your legs were laid limply around him, as your hands  and nails dragging on his back as you moaned out his name.

The man  kept moving inside of you, His large member reaching those sweet spots  inside of you as you couldn’t help but arch your back and take him all  in with such fervor.  His slight pants started to become gasps and  almost needy grunts as he pushed deeper inside of you until he finally  fell into the perfect rhythm you both enjoyed so much, With the man  pulling out almost all the way out before pushing himself deep inside of  you, his balls slapping your butt as you moaned out his name with no  shame. His pace growing faster and faster the more the two of you fell  deeper into the desire.

At some point the man pulled a bit away,  his chest no longer hovering over yours, but his hips did not stop for  even half a second. And you were oh so thankful for that. You needed him  so badly, you needed him to fill you up like he had done during those  nights, you missed his scent, his body, his voice, you had missed him so  much even if you thought you should be hating him for his words. And it  seemed like he had missed you, his eyes wouldn’t leave your body, be it  looking at where your bodies connected as he slammed himself deep  inside of you, watching as your breast moved as he penetrated you, or  just starring at your face with lips half parted. Either wishing he  could fuck your lips and mouth later or wanting to kiss you and  swallowing your moans, or, just perhaps, simply admiring how good he was  making you feel as your eyes started rolling to the back of your head.

Every  now and then he would change your positions or something in his  movements. Now that he was more sitting than laying on top of you, the  man had taken it upon himself to spread your legs open even more and  using his thumb to stimulate your clit some more. At this point you were  nothing but a moaning mess, up to the man’s desires just like you had  been ever since that first time, and just like you would be now that you  knew he had feelings for you as well. It made you so happy, and the  fact he was touching you once more only made it even better.

Your  mind was lost in the pleasure as you simply moaned and squirmed a bit,  enjoying the pounding to your genitalia and his hand on your clit. But  that familiar warmth was starting to build again, and based on his  erratic movements, it seemed you were not the only one that was starting  to get close. For a moment, Miguel pulled out of you, just for a second  though, you didn’t even have time to react before the man easily moved  your body like you weighted nothing, putting you on your side, before  grabbing your leg and placing your feet up on his shoulder. Once hand  keeping tat leg in place while the other guided his member deep inside  of you once more. It didn’t take long before he started pounding  desperately inside of you, his other hand quickly going to your clit  once more and you relished into the overwhelming pleasure that his  member and body were giving you. In that position you could feel him  hitting all the good spots, and you had long lost your mind as you  simply moaned his name and called out to him. One hand on his bicep as  you used the other to tease your own nipple, which Miguel seemed to like  as his movements became faster. Surely, soon enough, the warm on your  lower area came back, driving you close to the edge once more.

“Yes~!  Nhgg~!! M-Miguel! K-Keep going~!” You moaned, not being able to control  any part of your body anymore, simply allowing all the pleasure to take  over. His movements were the fastest as they could get tonight, and he  was clearly struggling to hold on just a bit longer, so you’d have the  pleasure of hitting your orgasm first. There was sweat over his forehead  and shoulders, which only somehow helped to make him even more  handsome. And it was just so good! His movements and length were able to  pleasure you in ways no one else had and you had no interest in another  person figuring them out anymore.

You were Miguel’s. In and out.

After  a few more movements on his part, you felt yourself being driven over  the edge. Your eyes rolled back, walls tightening around Miguel tightly,  who refused to cease his movements as he fucked you throughout your  orgasm, the wave of pleasure leaving you a mess as you moaned out his  name in a desperate plead. Once it had passed, you still couldn’t help  but moan and whine a bit as his movements had yet to cease, and had, in  fact, become faster. After a few more thrusts, the man let out a harsh  groan, grabbing your thigh harshly as he buried himself as deep as he  could reach inside of you before spreading his seed there.

You  could feel his thick seed filling you up to the brim, making you groan a  bit before you slowly looked at Miguel again. The man had his head low,  and he was panting ever so slightly, before he leaned close and took  your lips into his. As the kiss went on, he slowly pulled out of you,  leaving you feeling almost empty before you groaned slightly, making him  chuckle against the kiss.

Once the kiss ended, the man would drop  beside you, quickly pulling you close to his body and covering you both  with his sheets. Normally, this would not be the end of your  activities, but given that it had been so long since you last had  pleasured each other like that, you were quite happy he had decided to  cuddle instead of going for another round. That could be left for later.  You nuzzled into the man’s strong and wide chest, which he lazily  placed a hand around you, making you sigh happily, your eyes scanning  his face as he slowly closed his eyes, before looking at the ceiling,  then at you.

“…huh” you started, before smirking up at him. “You  called it a date.” You commented, remembering back on his words after he  rescued you. That only earned you a groan from Miguel before he kissed  the top of your head.

“Go to sleep.” He commanded, making you laugh a bit before you hummed.

After  a few seconds, Miguel watch would beep, earning a grunt out of him  before he tapped on it. A screen would pull up, showing Jessica, in the  background one could see Miles and Peter talking, with the anomaly  trapped just beside them.

“We got it. It was hard, but we finally  managed to take it down.” She spoke. It didn’t seem like she could see  either of you two though.

“Great job. Bring him back so we can determine what to do with him.”

With  a hum, Jessica hung up, leaving you both alone once more. You looked at  Miguel’s face once more, your naked body pressed against his, the  warmth of the events just now making you feel just so happy to be  his…and…now you dared to say he was yours as well. Once again, your mind  went back to the conversation before you both started to get heated.  ‘The anomaly searched for who he cared for the most…’

A small smile spread across your lips, before moving up and kissing Miguel’s cheeks.

“…I  love you too.” You whispered, and for the first time since meeting him,  you saw Miguel flush slightly, before he simply kissed your forehead.

“…I know.” He whispered back. And with that, you both allowed sleep to take you, feeling loved in each other’s arms.

Welp, this was it! I know it was a pretty long read, but i hope yall enjoyed it! I dont know this man well enough so im sorry if he reads a bit out of character. I also hope i did justice to my fellow spanish speakers and the spanish parts werent cringe. Hope yall enjoyed it! Please let me know what yall thought!