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Epoxy Floor Maintenance: Keep Your Floors Shiny and Durable for Years

Looking for ways to keep your epoxy floor looking as good as new? With proper care, you can ensure your floor stays glossy and durable for years. At Rhino Construction Services, we know how important it is to maintain your flooring. Here’s everything you need to know about epoxy floor maintenance.

1. Clean Regularly to Protect Your Epoxy Floor

Consistent cleaning is one of the simplest ways to extend your epoxy floor longevity. By keeping dirt and dust at bay, you prevent scratches and dulling. Here’s a cleaning routine to keep your floor in pristine condition:

Daily Sweeping: Use a soft-bristle broom or dust mop to clean off dirt and debris.

Weekly Mopping: Mop your floor weekly using warm water and a pH-neutral cleaner like Simple Green or Zep.

Spill Cleanups: Wipe spills immediately to prevent stains and surface damage.

Avoid Common Cleaning Mistakes

Be sure to stay away from harsh chemicals, acidic cleaners, or steel wool pads that can damage the surface of your epoxy floor. These can scratch or discolor the floor, reducing its shine and durability.

2. Protect Your Epoxy Floor from Heavy Traffic and Wear

Protecting your epoxy floor from damage is key to maintaining its beauty and strength. Simple steps can prevent wear and tear, keeping the floor in top condition:

Furniture Pads: Place protective pads under furniture legs to avoid scratching.

Mat Placement: Install mats at entrances to trap dirt and grit before it reaches the floor.

No Dragging: Avoid dragging heavy objects across the floor—use a dolly or protective mats instead.

Addressing Small Damage Early

Check for small chips, cracks, or wear marks during your regular inspections. Fixing these early ensures they don’t turn into bigger problems, extending your epoxy floor longevity.

3. Schedule Professional Maintenance for Deep Cleaning

While daily upkeep is important, periodic professional maintenance will take your floor’s durability to the next level. Here’s how professionals can help:

Deep Cleaning: Professionals use specialized equipment to remove stubborn dirt and stains that regular cleaning can’t handle.

Recoating: Over time, your epoxy floor may lose some of its shine. Professionals can recoat the surface to restore its original look and add an extra layer of protection.

Regular Inspections: Professionals can catch potential issues that may not be visible to the untrained eye, helping you avoid costly repairs in the future.

How Often Should You Schedule Professional Maintenance?

We recommend scheduling professional maintenance every 12-18 months depending on the amount of foot traffic your epoxy floor experiences. This helps ensure your floor stays protected and maintains its shine over time.

4. Use the Right Products to Maintain Your Epoxy Floor

The products you use can make or break your epoxy floor maintenance routine. Always choose cleaning products designed for epoxy floor cleaning to avoid damaging the surface.

pH-Neutral Cleaners: Stick to pH-neutral cleaning products, which are gentle on the floor and effective at removing dirt.

Avoid Harsh Chemicals: Avoid products containing ammonia or bleach, as these can dull the finish of your epoxy floor.

Microfiber Mops: Use microfiber mops or soft cloths to clean without scratching the surface.

Quick Fixes for Common Stains

For minor spills like oil or grease, a gentle soap and warm water can do the trick. If tougher stains develop, consider consulting professionals to ensure the floor stays in top shape.

5. Routine Care Extends Your Floor’s Lifespan

Taking the time to follow these epoxy floor maintenance tips will help you maximize your floor’s lifespan. From regular cleaning to damage prevention and professional services, these simple steps ensure your epoxy floor remains durable and visually appealing for years to come.

A Long-Term Investment

An epoxy floor is a valuable investment for any business. By protecting and maintaining it properly, you’ll avoid costly repairs and replacements, getting the most value out of your floor for the long term.

Trust Rhino Construction Services for All Your Epoxy Floor Maintenance Needs

At Rhino Construction Services, we specialize in helping businesses maintain their epoxy floors for optimal performance and appearance. Whether you need regular cleaning tips or professional maintenance, we’re here to assist you.

Contact Rhino Construction Services today and let our experts help you maintain your epoxy floor for long-lasting durability and shine.

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reader who has a habit of sneaking out at night to swim in the lake and Luke catches them and joins🤭🤭

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not-so-secret — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x poseidon gn!reader

warnings: small makeout sesh, petnames used (babe, sweetheart)

a/n: THANK YOU IM IN LOVE WITH MAMMA MIA I HAD TO HAVE MY PFP BE SOPHIE!!!!

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being a demigod child of poseidon had it's perks at camp half-blood. most campers respected you and percy, considering you two were children of the big three. you had a whole meal table to yourselves. you had the ability to control water (your favorite perk).

ever since you found out who your godly parent was, it's as if you were one with the water. you felt like you needed to be around it all the time. sure it felt silly to admit, but it's the truth.

almost every night when all the campers are asleep, you'd sneak out of your cabin to go to the lake. you were surprised percy never woke up with how creaky the floor boards in your cabin are. you'd alternate between the same three swimsuits and grab your favorite towel.

your routine didn't change tonight as you were on your way to the lake. the moon was full so it made the water sparkle more than it has this summer at camp.

you were quick to take your clothes off, having your swimsuit on underneath, and jumped into the water. you stayed under the water for a moment. you could breathe underwater, you knew you'd be fine.

some poeple meditate or take naps to calm down. this is your version of meditation. it always calms you down from whatever you delt with during the day. the more stressful your day is, the longer you stay underwater.

no one knew about your secret late night swims, and you wanted to keep it that way.

you merge through the surface of the water, and brush any hair that had gotten into your eyes.

a rustle in the woods around you catches your attention. usually there were nymphs jumping from tree to tree at night, but this noise was much louder than the noises the nymphs made.

you're about to speak, but someone stepping out of the woods beats you to it.

"what? you can sneak off without me now? i thought we were a package deal."

you roll your eyes and swim to the edge of the lake, "how did you even know i was out here?"

you stare up at your boyfriend, luke castellan. he was shirtless and in a pair of swim shorts. you giggled, they were bright green with baby rhinos all over the fabric. he held a towel and his orange camp shirt in his right hand.

"well i checked your cabin, and i guessed the only reasonable place you'd be is the lake. you really think i don't know about your little hiding spot?"

you blush, knowing luke knows you better than you know yourself. he sets his things down by yours before canon-balling into the lake. you swim over to him once he merges from the rippling water.

you giggle as he shakes his head side to side, flinging water droplets everywhere.

you two simply smile at each other before he breaks the silence, "like what you see babe?"

you splash him, "you're such and idiot."

you both laugh as he splashes you back. this continues for a moment before he grabs you by the waist. he can stand in the lake, giving him the advantage here. you hold onto his shoulders, before your hands move to the back of his neck.

you play with the dark curls on the back of his neck as he slowly sets you down so your face to face.

"can i kiss you?" your voice is soft, scared that if you talk louder someone might find you two.

"you never have to ask sweetheart."

you pull luke towards you, causing your lips to crash together. the kiss is full of hunger and nothing but love. you knew you kissed him before you left for your cabin earlier that night, but you'd never get used to the feeling of luke's lips on your own.

you turn your head, deepening the kiss. your bottom lip is in between his, and you can't help but smile into the kiss.

"i love you," you mumble against his lips.

he pulls back slightly, and you could've sworn you saw hearts in his eyes, "i love you."

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꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀miguel o'hara⠀𝓍⠀butterfly!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀summary.⠀while capturing a kraven variant, miguel didn’t expect it to be also a rescue mission. nevertheless meet a butterfly hybrid. the most beautiful butterfly those scarlet eyes have ever seen. but miguel refuses to grow attach to someone. how could someone so beautiful fall for a beast like him?

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀content.⠀angst, captivity, complicated feelings, insecurity, jealousy, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, cunnilingus, face-sitting, wings play (if that’s a thing), praise, pet names, hispanic/latina!reader ( mdni )

miguel has encountered many villain variants. green goblins, doc ocks, sandman, rhinos, kravens. some are tamed and confused when accidentally stumbled in the wrong universe, others are pure psychos. but he has never met probably the most psychotic kraven variant ever. this variant isn’t only obsessed of hunting animals but even keeping some as pets.

disbelief was the perfect word to describe miguel’s reaction the moment he stepped foot into kraven’s secret fucked up lair. while the team collects the chaotic kraven variant, miguel secured the area and conducts a final check for any victims. towards the end of the lab, there is a cell. behind the metal bars is a small figure laying on the floor. miguel doesn’t hesitate to approach quickly.

“hey, hey. you alright? i’m gonna get you out of here.” he crouched in front of the cell.

you perk up and swiftly stand up on your feet. the eyes on miguel’s mask widen drastically in shock. he couldn’t the sight in front of him. a young woman, possibly early to mid twenties. owns the prettiest eyes he has seen, yet filled with pain and frustration that makes his chest ache. but there is something extraordinary that is attached to your back. a pair of wings, resembling almost exactly like a butterfly.

a butterfly hybrid.

speechless is the perfect word for how miguel feels. a butterfly hybrid right in front of his eyes. those crimson eyes has seen so many varieties of spider-people and anomalies, but never a butterfly hybrid.

“where the fuck is kraven? where is he?” you inquired through gritted teeth, senses on high alert for that fucker’s arrival. rage and frustration bubbling in your veins just at the mere thought of him.

underneath his mask, his brows furrowed. “he’s been taken away, he won’t ever come back.” miguel stands up, his towering height startled you a little but you brush it off. “are you alright?”

“taken away? where?” you’re surprised by that revelation, staring up confusingly at the abnormally tall man clad in a weird red and blue suit.

“some place secured and far away until he’s returned to his respective dimension.” miguel leans a bit closer towards the metal bars. “he will never return, i promise you that.” he said sincerely.

strangely enough, the stranger’s words offered some comfort. the anxiety and rage slowly subsided, feeling a bit relieved. for once in what feels like a lifetime, you can finally breathe.

“i’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” miguel said with much sincerity.

it was a moment of silence, staring at one another before you quietly nod. breaking the lock with his hand, miguel opens the cell door and expects you to step out but you remain standing there. he notices your hesitation, he can’t blame you. you’ve been through much. so, he offers a hand.

“it’s okay, you’re safe.” his tone is soft and reassuring, probably the softest he’s ever spoken. normally, miguel isn’t the one to comfort others but you need it. for once, he put his ego behind.

your eyes flicker between his hand and eyes, a surprised expression illustrated on your face. although you just met this mysterious red and blue man for two minutes, you feel safe with him. slowly reaching out with a hand, you grab his. the size difference is alluring. his hand is humongous compared to yours. just his thumb alone completely covers the back of your hand. a spark ignites in miguel’s chest the moment he holds your hand. utterly fascinated by the major size difference but brushes it off and focuses on helping you step out.

the moment you step out of that god awful cell, a breeze of freedom hits you. finally, you feel free. the ugly weight of being stuck in that cell on your shoulders suddenly vanished. everything felt so… light. for the first time, you finally feel happy.

“lyla, scan her vitals.” miguel calls out to his ai assistant, not realizing he’s still holding your hand yet you haven’t let go either.

the little ai magically appears and offers a salute before taking a scan of you. “okay honey, so your vitals are quite low due to exhaustion.” she turns to her boss. “she needs to be taken back to HQ.” the hand holding doesn’t go unnoticed by her but lyla decides to tease him about it later.

“HQ? where’s that?” you inquired, gaze flickering between the tall man and the tiny ai lady.

“a safe place, where i’m from. there is a medical center there that we’ll take you.” with a few taps on his gizmo, a colorful portal appears in front of you. miguel then turns to you. “i know this is a lot and i’ll explain everything soon. do you trust me?”

once again, his sincere words bring you a sense of comfort. perhaps you just met him but he did save you from a never-ending hell. honestly, you would like to be anywhere but this hellhole. escape from this shithole forever. a chance of freedom.

you offer a nod.

soon, you find yourself dressed in a hospital gown and resting in a medical bed. on your left wrist is the same watch miguel and everyone else here has. speaking of miguel, he had to attend some business and said he’ll return soon. although you didn’t mind and understand he had responsibilities, you did feel a bit alone since you didn’t know anyone else here. all you can is rest and wait for his return.

when you arrived at HQ, you were utterly fascinated. everyone was a spiderperson, which miguel informed you about before he had to departure. every person here is half spider and come in various forms. humans, animals, cartoons, a fucking car, and a t-rex. honestly, it was quiet amusing but also fascinating because there were other hybrids. where you come from, everyone is half butterfly. fuck, you didn’t even know other universes existed. apparently, the one you’re currently in is miguel’s. super futuristic, a major contrast to your cottage-like universe. another fascinating phenomenon.

“wait, she’s a butterfly?!”

“a butterfly?! that’s so cool!”

“i bet she’s very pretty!”

“can we meet her?!”

the constant questions and irritating voices of the spider teens were making miguel pinching the bridge of his nose for the millionth time. imagine steam coming out from his ears. if he allow to indulge in those intrusive thoughts, he would throw a trash can at one of them, just like he did with miles that one time. patience was wearing thin badly.

“no, she needs to rest so leave her alone. no visitors until further notice.” miguel orders, walking towards the infirmary, the spider teens following him.

a chorus of ‘aww man’ occurs from behind but the teens ultimately understand you needed rest after such a traumatic experience. they simply wish you a good recovery before parting ways. that breath miguel was holding for so long finally escapes. entering the infirmary, he instructs the staff to forbid visitors until you recover then makes his way to your room. passing through the sliding glass doors, miguel finds you fully awake, approaching slowly.

“hey.” you offer a meek smile.

“how are you feeling?” miguel stands by the bed, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“less shitty.” you chuckle halfheartedly, shrugging.

underneath his mask, the corner of his lips lifts up ever so slightly. your humor seems to be still intact.

“huh.” miguel hums, fascinated. using his webs, he slides over a chair and sits besides the bed. the action fascinates you.

“orange webs. is everyone’s different?”

“yes, everyone here possess their own web type. some organic, some technical.”

“i never thought spider-people existed, let alone other universes.” it was truly a mindfuck.

“it’s called the arachnohumanoid polymultiverse.”

you stare at him completely dumbfounded. “i’m sorry, the what now?”

“the arachnohumanoid polymultiverse, or the multiverse in easier terms. some called it the spiderverse, which i think it’s stupid.”

“nah, i think arachno-whatever the fuck polymultiverse is more stupider. literally the nerdiest shit i’ve ever heard of.” you chuckle.

the eyes of his mask fall flat, an unimpressed expression underneath. the sight makes you giggle, a sound that makes his chest warm for some strange reason. “i’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that.”

you shrug. “i mean- who wants to say all that shit? it’s like saying supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”

now miguel is one with a deadpan look, however you can’t see it due to his mask but you can tell. “i’m also gonna pretend you didn’t say that either. i assume it’s a word from your universe.”

you’re quite odd, humorous.

“my universe… sounds weird saying that…” you glanced off to the side, thinking.

miguel understands what you mean, especially since this is new information to you.

“i was gonna ask lyla if she could dig info on your universe but i figured asking you would be more sufficient, if you’re up for that?”

“sure.” you adjust your on the bed to be more comfortable. “since you know what i am, you have an idea what my universe is like, i assume?”

“mythical.”

that elicits a soft chuckle from you. “perfect word. mythical, peaceful, very cottage-like. instead of spider-people, everyone is a butterfly.”

from your description, miguel envisions a mythical place with cottages everywhere. butterfly hybrids flying around, going on with their lives.

“being a butterfly sounds peaceful.” he comments.

you huff. “sure but we don’t have cool powers like you guys do. we just have cool wings and fly around and shit, nothing special honestly.”

that makes him frown a little. “everyone is special in their own way.”

“wow, very inspiring words.” you softly chuckle.

miguel rolls his eyes. “you know what i mean.” he didn’t mean to sound like an motivational speaker, just trying to be helpful. the more he thinks about it, the more he cringed at himself.

he explains what the multiverse is and how it works. also explains the gizmo he faces you when you first arrived here, to protect you from glitching since you’re in a different universe other than your own. it was a lot to digest but you managed to follow along. it’s just a mind-blowing revelation. no one back home will believe you. but what truly captured your attention was how invested and passionate miguel was explaining the concept to you. every word that came from his mouth kept sucking you back in. not to mention how much of a fucking nerd he was but you like that about him.

“the kraven who held you captive was from another universe and invaded several other universes which caused a canon divergence. he’s been traveling to other worlds capturing various hybrids, unfortunately including you.” he offers a sympathetic look. “which is why i have to ask how he captured you? i know it’ll be difficult to explain considering what you’ve gone through, just explain how much you can do.”

a shiver went down your spine, an unsettling sensation in your bones. just the mention of that fucker’s name alone pisses you off. it’s a rough memory to go back to but you have to tell him.

“well…” you start with a heavy sigh, leaning back against the pillow. “it was just so random. i was out in the gardens watering some plants. it was so quiet like usual until i heard a twig crack but i didn’t turn around in time when i felt something poking me in my neck, i was injected with something. then, i was knocked out… next thing i knew, i was in that cell and first saw that fucker’s face…”

a remorseful look illustrated on miguel’s face as he listened to your unfortunate story. what a terrible thing to happen, having a peaceful day then suddenly taken away from your home and held captive by a fucking psycho. his heart, that was wrapped in ice, ached for you.

“did he…?” he was afraid to continue the question but you figured what he meant.

you shake your head. “abuse me? no, thankfully. physically, at least. sure, he was a bit rough and sometimes manhandled me but never actually hurt me. still a fucking asshole, though.”

a wave of relief courses through him. if it were the opposite, oh miguel would’ve done unspeakable things to that fucker.

“he did, however, threatened to cut off my wings if i ever fought back.” your voice falters a little, more quiet. “so i gave in, just had to survive.”

damn, he feels utterly terrible for you. an innocent person suffering from dreadful circumstances for a while. turns out you’ve been held captive for four days. the hatred for kraven increased but his sympathy for you outgrows it.

“i’m sorry…”

if only he could’ve found you sooner.

“it’s okay, i just had to do what i had to do. it was so fucking crazy… so crazy to the point that he wanted me to marry him.” now that made miguel’s eyes pop out in disbelief. “the reason why he kidnapped me was because i was the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. he was so obsessed, i hated it.”

forced you to marry him? jesus, this kraven variant is more fucking insane than he originally thought.

“actually, i was supposed to marry him the day you found me. that’s why i was wearing a white dress.”

now it made sense. miguel recalls you wearing a pretty white dress when he found you. now knowing the purpose of it, it sends an unpleasant shiver down his spine. he was so glad he got there in time.

“well, you won’t have to marry him anymore. i’m sorry you went through this.”

“it’s over now, thanks to you.” a small smile of gratitude graces your lips.

there it goes again, that warm sensation in his chest when you smile at him. it feels weird to miguel, an unusual feeling. why does he feel this way?

after enough talking, miguel allows you to rest. after what you’ve gone through, you lost deservingly need it. he spares one final glance at you before exiting the room and heading back to his office. but not before paying a small visit to that kraven variant.

the next day, miguel comes back with an empanada. a confused smile settles on your face as he holds out the small white box in front of you.

“it’s an empanada, thought you’d like one.” miguel pretends to act normal but really feels a bit awkward since he’s never been the type to give things. at least, he hasn’t done it in a long time so he’s forgotten.

“oh, thank you. i love empanadas.” you take the small box from him with a kind smile.

his eyes light up ever so slightly, a rare occurrence. “really?” he takes his seat in the chair.

you nod before opening the box and taking a bite of the pastry. your eyes blow wide in delight. “oh wow, this is really good. better than mine.”

“you make them?” he is intrigued.

“yeah, i make them sometimes. baking is one of my hobbies. but damn- this one is really good.”

miguel’s interest in you grows. one of your hobbies is baking and you enjoy making empanadas, a pastry he likes dearly. not all but certain kinds.

one thing you and him have in common.

eventually, you recovered. since you didn’t have clothes, the nurse offered you new ones that she could find. a pair of light denim jeans, a pretty periwinkle blouse, and a pair of flats. once you were dressed and checked yourself out of infirmary, you decide to take a stroll around HQ. with your wings spread out, lots of attention came your way. you can’t walk for two seconds before someone walks up to you and immediately starts blurting out questions. asking about your wings, what universe you’re from, what kind of butterfly you were. it was annoying but you figured this would happened.

while wandering around, a group of younger looking spiders approach you. three boys and a girl. one boy in a black suit, another with interesting facial piercings, the last boy in red and blue, and the blonde girl in a white suit. they seem to be teens.

“oh, hello.” you offer a kind smile.

“oh wow! you’re real!” the blonde girl exclaims.

“wow, you’re very pretty!”

“well i’ll be damned.” the facial piercings one smirks, arms folded over his chest.

their reactions startle you a little. you really aren’t used to this kind of attention and can’t necessarily say you like it, kinda overwhelming. this is probably what being the popular kid in school was like.

“oh thanks, you guys are sweet.” you smile.

the four teens quickly introduced themselves. there names were miles, gwen, pav, and hobie. they seem like nice kids, friendly and quite funny.

“so you’re a butterfly hybrid?” gwen asks.

“yep, half butterfly just you guys are half spider.”

“do you have cool abilities like us?” miles asks.

you shake your head. “no, sadly. we just have wings, we aren’t cool like you guys.”

“nah, come on! you’re cool too! i mean- you’re a butterfly and they’re pretty insects! right?” the boy looks at his friends and they all agree.

“yeah! just because you don’t have powers doesn’t make you any less cooler.” gwen offers a smile.

“you get to fly! we have to rely on our webs to move around and sometimes they don’t always work.” pav makes a point, the others hum in agreement.

“don’t be harsh on yourself, pretty. no one here got pretty wings like you do.” hobie winks at you, making you smile. perhaps he is right.

“well, thank you. you kids are really nice.”

“so, are you and the bossman close?”

hobie’s question makes your brows furrowed slightly in confusion. “he just rescued me, i don’t think that would make us close.” a soft chuckle leaves your lips.

“but he always visited you in the infirmary, yeah?”

oh, you know exactly what they mean and can’t help but laugh. kids being nosy as usual. “well since he rescued me, it’s normal for him to check up on me.”

“yeah but he checks up on you all the time even on missions. always asking lyla how you’re doing. the man can never stop asking about you.”

okay, you weren’t expecting this kind of information. miguel constantly checking up on you, even when he’s on missions? well, he is concerned about you since you came from a troubling situation. the thought makes your heart flutter.

“¡oye!”

the teens, expect hobie who seems to be unfazed, stiffen at the familiar authoritative tone of their leader. turning around, you find miguel quickly approaching the group. the eyes of his mask narrowed, he definitely has a scowl underneath.

“you four have missions to complete. ¡vete!”

the spider teens know best than to argue with miguel so they all skedaddle. hobie, on the other hand, is unfazed by miguel’s intimidating nature. couldn’t care less of what he says. the punk spider winks at you which you makes you smile before swinging away, an action gone unnoticed by miguel. he lets out an grumble under his breath.

“scaring them shitless, huh?” you tease.

“they have missions to complete, they can’t be distracted.”

“yikes, my bad.” you place a hand over your heart with a fake pout, pretending to be hurt.

a quiet sigh leaves his lips, cursing at himself for his poor choice of words. not to mention his heart skipping a beat at the pout, even if it was fake, it affected him. “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“nah, i’m just messing with you.”

the giggle you let out has an effect on him as well and miguel isn’t sure why it does. it’s just a sound, how can it affect him that much?

“come with me to my office so we can discuss about getting you back to your universe.”

“damn, i guess my time here is up.”

“you want to stay here longer?” honesty, miguel is a bit surprised, even if you were joking.

“it’s cool here. sure, i miss home but i don’t think i’ll ever get another chance to visit another universe.”

miguel seems a bit surprised yet… relieved that you’re interested in staying here a bit longer. it’s only been a short amount of time of you being here. besides, it’s actually cool to have someone who isn’t a spiderperson here. it’s totally not because he wants you to stay and talk to you more. it’s not because he doesn’t want you to leave just yet.

yeah no, totally not. that would be crazy, right?

“well… your watch can allow you to travel to whichever dimension you choose so you can visit here anytime you want.”

his heart leaps when he notices the sparkle in your eyes of enthusiasm. why does it happen every time you do something so little? why does it effect him so much? these questions keep plaguing his mind.

“wow, this is really heavy ass sci-fi shit.” you glance at the watch then up at him. “i like it.”

miguel lures you to his office. soon as possible since he didn’t want anyone else bombarding you with questions. sure it’s cool to see someone new but he doesn’t want you feeling overwhelmed by the sudden attention. people need to back off sometimes. pressing a button, his desk begins levitating, which was going at a dreadful slow place.

“well, this is painfully awkward.”

miguel huffed grumpily, already sliding through the yellows screens in front of him. “don’t remind me.”

“why you need to be so high up? can’t just anyone swing up here anytime?” you ask while glancing at the various screens in fascination.

alright, you have a point. a good point since miguel doesn’t possess the iconic spidey sense. he is about to tell you that until the familiar irritating voice of a certain peter variant plops down on the ground.

“heyyy, miguel.”

the infamous peter b. parker, as well the adorable redhead baby mayday in the baby carrier.

“not now, parker.” miguel doesn’t even bother to turn around, still occupied with the screens and internally groaning at the sudden interruption.

“whaaaa i just wanna- whoa! who is this mysterious lady with… fairy wings?” peter’s eyes widen in surprise at your presence, specifically at your wings. “wait… you’re the butterfly lady!”

you snort at that, nodding. “the one and only.”

“wow… this is so cool! look, mayday! she’s a butterfly!” he glances at his daughter, who is utterly fascinated by you. the little girl just stares at you before smiling and starts babbling excitingly.

“hola, preciosa.” you coo at her, slowly approaching.

the baby squeals happily, capping her hands before reaching her tiny arms out for you. the adorable sight makes everyone’s heart melt, including miguel who is now watching the interaction.

“i’m peter and this is my daughter, mayday, who definitely likes you.” the man chuckles before taking her out of the baby carrier and holds her out to you.

“are you sure?”

“of course! she seems to like you a lot!”

peter appears to be right when those little hands excitingly reach out for you. oh your heart can’t resist such intense cuteness. you carefully take mayday and your arms and she immediately squeals happily.

for some odd reason, the sigh of you being so sweet towards the baby does something to miguel. the scene is so… heartwarming. you never mentioned if you’re a mother or anything but you seem so… motherly towards mayday. it’s unclear if you do have motherly instincts or just that caring towards a baby. either way, it effects him in some way.

“you are the cutest thing i’ve ever seen.” you coo and the little girl babbles excitedly. she stares in awe at your wings. “oh you like them?” the redhead baby nods and tries touching them but you softly tell her to be careful since they’re sensitive. “how old is she?” you glance at peter but keeping an eye on her.

“a year and she’s already doing a lot.” peter said proudly, hands on his hips. the fluffy pink robe he’s wearing is quite an amusing sight. “she some gained some of her powers and has been doing great!”

you turn and look at the man with furrowed brows of confusion. “powers?”

“yeah! she got her own webs! just like her old man.” another proud statement.

before you can say anything else, the little girl leaps out of your arms and swings up to the ceiling before swinging around miguel’s office.

“oh my god…” you observe the baby with a fascinated smile, softly chuckling.

“yeah, she’s been getting better with her aiming. doing great, sweetheart!” peter cheers.

the three of you observe the baby swinging around. you and peter smiling while miguel frowning and sighing quietly. not at sweet baby mayday, no absolutely not. just at peter’s irresponsibility for handling his daughter. despite her being a super baby, her father still needs to be careful with her.

“peter, how many times do i have to tell you not to let your daughter play around in my office?” miguel pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, even through his mask he still can.

“oh come on, miguel. she isn’t destroying anything.” peter pats his friend’s shoulder, earning a glare from him even through the mask he can tell. “we all know you have a soft spot for her.”

okay, now if looks could kill, peter would definitely be under more than six feet.

that is proven when mayday finally a stops and lands on miguel’s bulky shoulder. she gently pokes around his face and miguel just stands there accepting his fate. a grumpy expression settled on his features while mayday happily pokes at his face, smiling and babbling. the adorable sight melts your heart. he definitely does have a soft spot for the little girl.

an eye roll and an incoherent grumble leave miguel’s lips, feeling a bit embarrassed by peter basically ratting him out, especially in front of you. miguel can’t even bare to look at you without feeling more embarrassed, a shy schoolboy even, despite the fact he still has his mask on. miguel simply lets mayday use him as her personal playground.

mayday continues playing around with miguel until she hangs off on his shoulder but suddenly loses balance and is about to fall until, by his fatherly instincts, miguel catches her in his large hands. your heart nearly drops and almost gasp in horror but utterly feel relieved when miguel caught her, placing a hand over your rapidly beating heart.

the little girl giggles and reaches out towards her father. miguel hands the baby back to her idiot father then resumes looking back at the screens.

“we have important things to discuss so i’m not gonna ask you again, parker, vete.”

“alright, alright. we’re going.” peter raised one hand in surrender. “time to go, sweetheart. say bye to uncle miguel and the pretty butterfly lady!”

“bye, preciosa.” you wave her, smiling.

the father and daughter duo wave goodbye before swinging off, leaving you and miguel alone. a quiet sigh of relief escapes his lips.

“she’s so damn cute. you really do have a soft spot for her, i don’t blame you.”

he isn’t facing you but you can tell he rolled his eyes.

“let’s focus on your universe, alright?”

tapping one of the screens, miguel widens it with his fingers to reveal a clearer image of your universe. beside it is information about your dimension. seeing your home tiggers a tiny teaspoon of homesickness. despite the cool futuristic atmosphere here, you do miss your cottage and beautiful gardens.

“like i mentioned before, using this watch will let you return to your universe and travel to others.”

miguel explains how the watch works and provides a demonstration with his own. with a few taps, a colorful portal appears. now it was your turn. following his instructions, you add information of your dimension and manage to create a portal.

“wow, this is crazy shit.” you softly chuckle, admiring the colorful portal.

miguel would offer a small smile but he just stands there feeling a bit… disappointed. there shouldn’t a reason to be. you needed to return back to your universe and it was time. it’s the right thing to do so why is he feeling so hesitant about it?

was it too soon? no, you’ve been here long enough and you need to head home. probably your family and friends are desperately waiting for your return after your disappearance. miguel doesn’t want them to wait any longer, nevertheless you.

despite that strange achy feeling lingering in his chest, miguel prepares himself to say goodbye.

even if he doesn’t really want to.

“wanna come see?”

miguel snaps out of those strange thoughts at your question, his eyes widening in surprise.

“what?”

“do you wanna come see my universe? since you’ve never knew of it before and i know you’re desperately curious about it, come see it.”

the brunette stands there speechless, astonished by your suggestion. should he visit your universe? it’s true, he is very curious since he never knew of its existence. but he can’t leave HQ. what if he is needed for an important mission? what if a canon disturbance occurs? he can’t leave the multiverse unattended, his number one responsibility.

but his curiosity gets the best of him.

besides, one tiny visit doesn’t hurt.

letting out a heavy sigh, miguel accepts. “alright, fine but just for a few minutes.”

your eyes light up and wings flutter happily. “trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

“lyla, place jess under temporary leadership until i return and notify me of any emergencies.”

“aye aye, captain grumpy bug.” the little ai magically appears near his shoulder with a salute, earning a frown from her boss before disappearing.

a few quiet grumbles left his lips before beginning to walk towards the portal.

“ready, captain grumpy bug?” you tease.

his expression falls flat, passing by you. “move it.”

mythical was really the perfect word to describe your universe because wow… everything is just… exactly that word and miguel is utterly astonished. he has seen many universes, all in variations and certainly this one is definitely one of the most beautiful ones to ever exist. architecture decorated with blossoming flowers and rich green vines. by his knowledge, it resembles ancient greek architecture. all of nature glowing beautifully under the vibrant shinning sun. everything is just so ethereal and… peaceful.

you notice his astonished expression, even through the mask because he hasn’t said a word since you arrived and you can’t help but smile.

“that speechless, huh?”

miguel huffs, rolling his eyes. “it’s just… really mythical, like i predicted.”

“major difference, huh?”

oh an insane fucking contrast with his universe. incredibly futuristic and solely based on heavily advanced technology. pretty much everything is on a screen. unlike your universe where is purely nature. flowers and vines everywhere. although he’s used to living in his futuristic world, miguel can’t deny how calm he feels being in your universe. like suddenly the worries of the multiverse vanished.

“well, wanna check it out?”

miguel snaps out of thought. “i don’t see why not.”

a tiny smile graces your lips before your wings begin fluttering and you’re raising in the air. “just follow me and maybe wanna try to keep up with me.”

he didn’t have a chance to respond when you suddenly take off and fly away. miguel realizes this is the first time he sees you flying. seeing those pretty wings of yours fluttering and you flying gracefully in the air. the man stands there like an idiot staring in brief awe before he realizes you’re far ahead and soon catches up by swinging after you.

while flying and swinging around, you give miguel a tour of your world. showing him significant buildings, statues, and sites. the spider-man continues to be more mesmerized by your mythical world. it was fun explaining everything to someone new, it feels refreshing and you enjoy it. but what really got you smiling is watching miguel trying to catch up to you, swinging around, shooting his orange webs at the nearest tree or building. another fun thing is flying around with someone who isn’t a butterfly, a different hybrid, nevertheless a spider. just seeing that flash of red and blue, a major contrast to the pastel of your world, is pretty amusing.

after enough show and tell, you lure miguel to your cottage. a cute tiny cottage in a secluded area and a garden completely surrounding it. miguel figured your home would be a cottage of some sort, nevertheless it’s pretty cute.

“beautiful home.”

just like the owner.

wait… did he just?

no, miguel didn’t mean it like that! okay, well- you are a beautiful woman and your home is beautiful. it doesn’t mean he’s attracted to you.

or is he and in complete denial?

he shakes the stupid thoughts away.

“thanks, it’s my favorite place ever. it’s even cuter on the inside.” you flying gracefully towards the front door before landing on your feet, unlocking and opening the door. “just watch your head.”

miguel ducks slightly due to both his abnormal height and how short the door is, assumingely accustomed to you. his eyes widen in astonished by the soft, decorative interior of your home. the natural light of sun making the interior glow ethereally. everything about it seems so cozy.

“this is… the most coziest place i’ve ever been in.” those crimson eyes glance around the interior.

“glad to know.” a soft chuckle slips through your lips. “now, imma go change real quick because i can’t stand these jeans any longer. make yourself feel comfortable, just give me a sec.”

miguel nods as he watches you fly over to where he assumes is your bedroom before continuing to glance around your home. basking in the cozy atmosphere of your little cottage.

not only it feels cozy but feels like… you.

it’s that even a description?

honestly, miguel doesn’t know what he’s thinking.

“do you want anything?”

his head turns in your direction, then suddenly his pupils dilate immensely. you come back wearing a pretty flowy dress that barely passes your thighs, exposing your legs to him. a pair of sparkly laced heels of the same color as the dress, the straps adored around your calfs so gracefully. his heart suddenly beats quickly. a rush of warmth spreads through his face and chest. a small outfit change and it effects him significantly. well, you are a beautiful woman and that dress looks stunning on you. it’s just simple attraction, a man finding a woman beautiful. no other reason why he’s feeling like this, right?

“hellooo…?”

shit, miguel must’ve looked like a goddamn idiot for staring. “uh- sorry. what did you say?” he awkwardly clears his throat, sallowing the embarrassment.

a cheeky smile graces your lips at his bashful but let it slide. “do you want anything? food or a drink? i got water, strawberry lemonade.” you fly over to the tiny kitchen, searching for a drink of your own.

“oh uh… water is fine, gracias.”

while you fetch him a glass, miguel feels something by his feet. looking down, there is a tiny light brown fluff ball. it’s a rabbit. the tiny creature sniffs at his feet. he stares down at it in amusement.

as you hand miguel the glass of water and want a quiet thank you from him, your eyes follow his eyes and notice your bunny.

“seems like you met bella and she already likes you.”

“hmm… glad she approves.”

bringing the glass to his face, the lower half of his mask disintegrates. revealing those very plump lips that make your eyes widen in bewilderment.

“i don’t wanna overstep boundaries but…” you lean over the counter, elbows rested on the surface and chin in your palms. “how come you never shown you face? i’ve seen all the other spiderpeople’s but not yours. but if it’s a privacy thing then i totally get it.”

miguel ponders for a moment, slowly placing down the glass of water on the counter.

why hasn’t shown his face? sure, there are times when he leaves his mask on but mostly he has it off. it mainly depends on his mood. now thinking about it, even peter and jessica asked the same question before. a simple grumble was his usual answer before walking away. but why did he kept it on?

without saying anything, miguel exhales quietly then allows the rest of his mask to disintegrate.

your pupils dilate drastically.

chocolate fluff of hair. the thickest eyebrows and sharpest cheekbones know to man. so sharp that you could get a paper cute if your drag your finger over it. those very plump lips that make your eyes linger a little too long than usual. but what truly captures your attention is those scarlet orbs.

never have you seen red eyes on someone. but miguel’s though… they are utterly mesmerizing. it’s a beautiful shade of red. like a rose in your garden. like a ruby hidden deep in a cave of jewels. like a cherry growing outside. that pretty type of red.

“you have pretty eyes.”

those expect eyes widen in surprise.

pretty? you consider his eyes… pretty? those exact horrific red orbs that terrifies anyone he comes into contact with. screaming in terror at how creepy they look. the eyes he loathe every time he sees them in his reflection. the eyes he gained against his will from an evil bastard. the eyes he is forever stuck with and can never gain back those brown eyes that he was born with, that no one was afraid of.

you think they’re pretty?

miguel is utterly speechless, baffled. standing there with a shocked expression like an idiot. he just can’t believe it. not to mention, you’re the first person to say something positive about his eyes.

it’s new… weird… shocking.

“uh… thanks?…” miguel really doesn’t know the correct response to this… compliment. only stands there like the awkward idiot he is.

“also, nice caterpillars for eyebrows.” you chuckle.

his expression falls flat, a deadpan look. “funny.”

“what? i’m just saying, not a bad thing though. it looks like you take care of them so kudos to you.”

you are… alluring.

sudden warmth rises in his cheeks and spreads throughout his body like a virus. miguel noticed he always experience that sensation every time he’s with you, now even more with your strange kind words. it makes his heart leap.

what are you doing to him?

is it you or him?

miguel just blames his body for behaving strangely, despite the fact it only happens with you.

he grabs the glass of water and gulps it down to cool down the heat. “how long have you been living here?” for his sake, he changes subject.

“four years. after living with my parents for years, i decided to have a place of my own. don’t get me wrong, i love them and grew up happily with them, i just always wanted to have my own home. have my own garden that i can grow and spend most of time in. i like my solitude so… here i am in my little cottage.” you glance around your home with a smile.

miguel stares at you in awe and understanding. solitude is something he values, especially now after what… happened. having his own space is a priority, a place of comfort. his has a penthouse but is never there, always occupied at HQ in his office. spend nearly every night there. alone in his solitary, empty and quiet. however, it does get quite lonely sometimes. but miguel is used to it.

“solitude is nice, especially when you have a place to go to find it.” he takes another sip of the water.

“do you have a place?”

he goes quiet for a moment. “supposedly my office, spend most of my time there than my actual home.”

that makes your brows furrowed a little. “a workaholic, huh? i figured.”

“is that obvious, hm?”

“yes, especially with those bags under your eyes.”

miguel huffs, rolling his eyes. it’s the truth though.

“you say that’s your place of solitude but you keep working yourself out.”

that silences him, a bit speechless.

“look, i know i barely know you but it’s clear you overwork yourself since you’re a leader. sure, it’s a pain in the ass managing a shit ton of universes and i can’t imagine the stress, but just take a breather. even if it’s just for a few minutes.”

wow… that is some… inspiring words.

you’ve only met recently yet it seems like you know him well enough, like you understand him. miguel had a firm belief no one could understand him, the troubles he faced. he wasn’t like any other spider-man, different in many ways. with all the shitty things he endured, secretly drugged which gifted him horrific abilities and forever changed, lost several people he cared about, lost his beloved daughter from a different universe that he destroyed.

underneath that suit is a broken man.

a broken man forever drowning himself in guilt. overworking himself to the fucking bone until nothing of himself remains.

a broken man no one could fix.

yet… found someone who sees right through him.

there goes the strange warm feeling again. invading his body, coursing through his veins. it’s driving miguel a bit crazy. constantly asking himself why this happens when the real reason stands in front of him.

miguel is too lost in thought to properly answer, staring at you with a blank expression. those crimson orbs stare into your pretty ones before moving on to your wings, which flutter ever so slowly. glimmering in the soft natural light of your home. the mesmerizing sight leaves him in a trance.

like he described you before… alluring.

you’ve been visiting HQ and spending time with miguel in his office. this time, you bring a container of empanadas meant for the big grumpy bug. since he’s told you of his love for the pastry, you decide to make him some as a thank you for rescuing you. originally you thought of making one solely for him but you figured others would want some too. walking down the hallway passing by various spiderpeople and the cells of anomalies, which never fails to amaze you, you reach miguel’s office. his desk appears to be not high in the air this time. flying over to him, you land on the platform and he turns around.

“surprise.” you greet him with a soft smile which makes his heart flutter strangely enough.

“welcome back.” his eyes land on the container in your hands. “what’s that?” he points at it.

you hold it out to him. “empanadas.”

miguel’s eyes widen in surprise. “really?”

“yep, remember i told you i make them? as a thank you for saving my ass, i made them for you.”

there goes that strange fluttering feeling his chest. “you made them… for me?” miguel is utterly shocked, dumbfounded even. you made something for him? it was usual for him to receive gifts.

“of course.” you softly smile. “although, i wasn’t sure if you wanted one or more so i just made a shit ton. if you don’t want them all, i’ll just offer them to others.”

you are… truly are alluring… and kind to him, of all people. like mentioned before, miguel has never received anything for his duties. sure, he has saved numerous lives and a simple thank you would suffice, or sometimes earn insults due to his grumpy demeanor, then he’d carry on with his day. receiving gifts especially something he loves is strange to him because it’s never happened before. you made him something out of the kindness of your heart.

“i uh… thank you.” he gingerly takes the container from you, still in complete shock and awe.

the man was utterly speechless.

something you mange to do.

another day you visit but miguel is currently on a mission. instead of waiting for him in his office which sounds dreadful, you decide to stroll around the society. meet new spiderpeople and create friends. you bumped into the spider teens, had a little conversation before they had to leave for missions or return to their universes. you continue meeting others until one certain spider-man capture your attention. a cowboy spider-man variant.

web-slinger.

the cowboy is quite charming and a little flirt. although you can’t see much of his face, it’s clear that he is attractive. his voice gives it away. not to mention that western accent. a casual conversation, him sharing stories of his universe, background, villains he fought and captured, occasional flirting here and there. you also learned his name is patrick. everything about him is so intriguing. he even offers you to ride with him on his horse. how can you refuse such a cool offer? although you can fly up to the saddle, you wanted patrick to lift you up. a shy smile graces your lips as he puts on his hands on your waist and lifts you up on the saddle so effortlessly. he hops on and you instinctively wrap your arms around his waist as you begin riding together.

after a long ass mission which almost caused him to rip off a head of a peter parker variant, miguel is on his way back to his office. walking down the hallway, he continues his journey back until he notices a familiar pretty pair of wings from a distance. miguel picks up speed, a bit too excitingly, until he stops and fully realizes the scene in front of him. you horseback riding with web-slinger. smiling and giggling to whatever the cowboy variant was babbling about. an uncomfortable feeling settles in his chest, almost like an ache.

why is miguel feeling like this?

but the longer he stares at you with web-slinger, the achy feeling grows stronger. miguel doesn’t like that. he shouldn’t feel anything from a simple interaction between you and a colleague miguel tolerates. in fact, web-slinger is one of the very few spiderpeople miguel likes and gets along with. but now seeing you with him, that feeling changes.

the sweet contagious sound of your laughter reaches his ears. it appears whatever the cowboy was telling you had you in high spirits. the sight makes miguel frown and clench his jaw. sure, patrick can toss a can joke here and there but he isn’t that humorous. what could he be possibly telling you to make you laugh and smile like that? but the more important question is why does miguel want to know? why does he feel this way? it doesn’t make any sense.

but that achy feeling doesn’t fade away.

maybe is because miguel secretly wishes it was him making you laugh like that? secretly wishes it was him hanging out with you?

is he jealous?

no, that would be crazy. miguel isn’t jealous, that is ridiculous. he is the goddamn leader of the spider society, he can’t feel jealous over a colleague who is being graced by your company and get to be the one making you laugh and smile. no, that’s stupid.

miguel shakes his head and walks away. however, much to his dismay, that achy feeling never faded with each step he took back to his office.

since then, you and miguel became interestingly close. a bond blossomed between you two. with your own watch, you visited HQ several times a week and always end up in his office when miguel is there. when he is on missions, you’d either wait in his office or hang out with other spiderpeople in the meantime. when are together, you’d discuss about your universe, the multiverse, funny stories, and personal experiences. just a simple conversation between friends, even if you don’t have an official title for your relationship. friends seems reasonable, although it feels more than and others agree with that.

stand too close towards one another. the back of yours hands briefly touching each other. looking at each other a little too longer while the other isn’t looking. it was more than the average friends experience, it was way too… intimate.

it was all fine until miguel began to realize how exactly close you are and it frightened him. that warm feeling every time he’s around you, it grows worse. just you merely in his presence, even standing a feet from him makes his skin warm. when your hands briefly touch, feel your breath against him, hear that pretty voice, look into those gorgeous eyes, linger on those very pretty lips a little too long, admire your wings when you aren’t looking.

but what drives him absolutely insane is the soft glint in your eyes every time you look up at him, the way you say his name so angelically, smiling so beautifully. all of it makes his heart beat like fucking crazy. just a touch of your skin against him lights his body on fire. how heavenly you say his name that makes him want to hear it over and over.

it’s driving him crazy.

you are driving him crazy.

not a day does by without you plaguing his every thought. his mind is constantly about you. no matter what, it automatically goes to you. it’s so bad that miguel struggles a bit to concentrate on missions. visions of those beautiful wings, fluttering so gracefully. those pretty lashes fluttering whenever your gorgeous eyes look up into his crimson ones, those eyes he secretly adores dearly. those damn pretty lips, taunting him as if begging for his own. miguel can’t even fucking sleep without thinking about you, constantly dreaming of you.

not only you plague his mind but negative thoughts as well. shitty little voices in his mind telling him that you’re too good for him, he is undeserving of you. you are the most beautiful woman, the human embodiment of beauty. nevertheless a goddamn butterfly, one of the most gorgeous creatures. miguel is this horrible creature, a monster. cursed with terrifying red eyes, talons, and piercing fangs.

it’s impossible to love a beast like him. how could you love those terrifying red eyes, talons, and fangs? how can he look at you in the eye? those scarlet orbs filled with such pain and regret staring into those beautiful ones filled with happiness. how can he ever touch you without those stupid talons piercing your celestial skin? how he can ever kiss you without those fangs cutting your lip and making you bleed?

how can someone so beautiful like you could ever fall for a beast like him?

you’re a butterfly and he’s a spider.

a spider and a butterfly don’t fit together. one is beautiful and the other is horrifying.

this isn’t right, thinking of you like this. miguel shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. he shouldn’t feel anything for you. he shouldn’t feel anything for anyone. the icy walls of his broken heart must remain strong, not allow anyone to melt it down. miguel can’t allow himself to grow close to someone. he can’t develop attachment. after losing too many people he cared about, he can’t allow it to happen again. he can’t allow himself to be vulnerable.

so there is only one solution: to shut down.

it was like flipping a switch. miguel is known for being cold towards some people, but now he is a complete fucking asshole. but most importantly, or unfortunately, an asshole towards you. that calm, chill, friendly demeanor suddenly vanished and replaced with a shitty attitude. whenever you greet him, miguel won’t respond or barely acknowledge you. instead will stare at those stupid screens or walk away silently. ask him a simple question and he will snap at you. scarlet irises glaring down at you before looking away. a few grumbles slip from his lips. when you try reaching out for his hand, he would shove or move away from your attempt.

underneath that coldness, it pains him to hurt you like this. you don’t deserve to be treated so shitty, you never did anything wrong. however, miguel doesn’t deserve you. he doesn’t deserve your kindness. he doesn’t deserve happiness. every time he sees those gorgeous eyes filled with hurt, it’s like a stab to the heart. but miguel solely believes that it���s best for you to hate him. no matter how much it hurts him to treat you so terribly.

the sudden change confused you. one minute you’re getting along then he’s snapping at you and giving you the cold shoulder. honestly, it hurts you. you truly believed there was a bond. everything was going so well until it was all suddenly thrown out the window and miguel behaving as if he despises your entire being. at first, you tried to be understanding and thought he was going through something and it’ll eventually past but it never did.

that’s when you finally had enough.

with a pissed off look on your face, you fly up to his desk. his broad back is faced to you, staring at those stupid screens like always. the sight alone pisses you off more because he knew you’re here.

“what the fuck is going with you?”

the tall brunette focuses on the screens, not bothering to turn and face you. mentally cursing at himself, knowing this was coming.

“oye, estoy hablando.” you approach his side and attempt to touch his arm but a strong hand stops you swiftly, making you gasp a little.

“no me toques.” he still refuses to look at you.

you yanked your hand from his tight grip. “what the fuck is up with you? why are you acting such a fucking dick? i thought we were cool.”

miguel scoffs and roll his eyes. “leave.”

his dismissive behavior pisses you off more. “no, answer the damn questions.”

“i’m not obligated to answer to you. now leave before you’ll make me do something i’ll regret.”

“what the fuck, miguel?! what happened?! why are you being such an asshole?!” you cry. “did i do something? i thought we were friends.”

miguel doesn’t miss the little voice crack in your tone, making his heart ache with guilt.

“friends?” the bastard scoffs again, finally turns to look at you with a glare. “i don’t do friends. we were never friends, should never have been friends or whatever you thought this was. it was a mistake.”

that last phrase shatters your heart.

miguel saw it, the hurt in your eyes the moment those vicious words left his lips.

“a mistake?…” you didn’t care about the voice cracks anymore. a thin layer of tears begin prickling in your eyes. “so it was all a lie? all for nothing, huh?”

“yes and it was pointless. i’m dealing with life-threatening problems and i can’t afford distractions.”

distractions? you are a distraction?

another stab to the heart.

“are you fucking serious? if it was pointless, then why the fuck did you let me visit here?”

“to gain information about your universe, nothing more. you were just a pawn.”

it was all a lie.

“you… you used me?… to gain information?!” those tears finally escape. “you fucking asshole! i trusted you! i cared about you! i thought we were—”

“we are NOTHING!” miguel shouts, making you flinch. “there was never anything between us! you are nothing more than a dumb little insect and live in your own fucking fantasy world.”

all of that slipped out of his mouth before miguel could fully comprehend what he just said. that he realized he fucked up so badly.

your heart completely shatters.

tears spill uncontrollably down your cheeks, causing your glossy vision. for the first time in your life, you’ve finally experienced what heartbreak is.

it was all a lie. the bond between you two was nothing but a game to him. miguel only used you to gain meaningless information. all the moments you spend together meant nothing to him. all the memories and secrets you shared with him didn’t mean shit. it was all white noise to him. miguel was the only person who made you feel comfortable with and in the end never cared about you at all. all of it meant everything to you but nothing to him.

it was pure lies.

besides the terrible heartbreak, anger began to boil in your veins. a frown settles on your face, heavily glaring up at the bastard through glossy eyes that makes miguel piss his pants.

those teary eyes of pain makes miguel realize what he has done. went too far and made the biggest fucking mistake of his life.

there was nothing else to say to him, just glaring at him with pure hatred. with a few taps on the watch, you open a portal behind you. miguel’s eyes widen in shock and realization at what you’re about to do.

“wait- don’t, please-”

miguel reaches out with a hand but is too late when you quickly turn around and walk through the portal without saying anything. yanking off the watch before the portal vanishes right after you, leaving a heartbroken miguel in the room.

miguel didn’t reach you in time and curses quietly. those scarlet eyes land on the abandoned watch on the floor with a remorseful look before slowly crouching to pick it up. with a frustrated scream, miguel smashes his desk with strong fists, creating large heavy indents almost breaking it. hunched over it and using one hand rubbing his eyes, feeing the tears of guilt and regret fall uncontrollably.

he made the biggest mistake.

he never hated himself more than ever.

he fucked up the one good thing in his life.

what has he done?

it’s been a week since the fiasco with miguel. a week of heartbreak and it fucking sucks. most days and nights of endless tears. the little walls of your cottage concealed all of your sobs. they witness the tears, wails, swearing, all sounds of heartbreak.

you just can’t believe it… you truly believed you and miguel were friends, or close in some sense. there was a spark between you two, you felt it for certain. whenever he was near, your heart never beat so quickly and a rush of warmth spread through your body. a simple touch of his hand made your mind haywire. most days your mind was occupied with thoughts of him. at first, it felt like a friendship but then blossomed into something more. you grew very fond of the handsome grumpy spider. after spending much time with him, you would come home with a loopy smile and rapid beating heart. miguel made you feel something you’ve never felt before. never have you felt this way about someone else. no one has made you feel the way miguel did.

but he made you feel that way just for scheming. miguel never actually cared about you, never felt the same way you did for him. it was all a game to him. played with your heart to gain what he desired. toyed with your emotions and tricked you into believing he cared. a man played you and you hate yourself for that. you truly believed underneath that coldness there was kindness in his heart. but it turns out it was coldness after all. not an ounce of compassion in that cold heart of his, only manipulation.

you hate miguel, with every fiber of your being.

the immense pain he caused you is unforgivable and your opinion of him is forever changed. he is not the caring person you once thought he was. actually, a manipulative fucking asshole.

honestly, you shouldn’t be crying over that asshole. he doesn’t deserve an ounce of your emotions. he doesn’t deserve to be cried over.

fuck him, he can go fuck himself.

after spending much time in the garden, you head back inside to retire for the rest of the day. entering the cottage, a yelp erupts from your throat when you find a large tall man clad in a familiar red and blue suit standing in the middle of the living room. causing you to drop the mug you had on the floor, shattering into little pieces near your feet.

“shit! are you—” miguel panics and rushes over immediately but you quickly back away from him, causing his heart to ache.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you glare at the bastard, eyes filled with hurt and anger.

“i need to talk to you but are you hurt?” he avoids the shattered pieces on the floor as miguel tries reaching out to you with a cautious hand but you continue backing away from him.

“don’t fucking touch me.” you snap and miguel backs off, a remorseful expression on his face.

“perdóname, i-i didn’t mean to scare you.”

“get out.”

his brows furrowed sadly, pleadingly. “please, let me help you clean it up.”

“you’ve already fucked things up enough, it’s what you’re good at.”

that was a low blow but deservingly so.

“por favor—”

“GET OUT!”

miguel goes silent, observing the heaving of your chest and pissed off expression settled on your face. he hasn’t apologized yet and already pissing you off. great, things are already going to shit.

“i don’t care about your help or what you need to say! just get the fuck out of my home!”

you have every right to be angry with him but miguel can’t leave without apologizing. he can’t live with himself without letting you know how much he regrets saying those vile things to you and hurting you. he would never forgive himself.

he whispers your name so gently it pains you. “i know you hate me and have every right to be. i was an asshole and i hate myself for it. just please… i need to tell you how sorry i am.”

“you think you have the fucking audacity to invade my home and try to apologize after what you did to me? un-fucking-believable, fuck you.”

he winces at that, deserving every ounce of your anger. “i know, i’m an idiot but i can’t live without telling you how much i regret those things i said.”

you huff sadly, feeling tears prickle in your eyes for the nth time. “just leave, miguel. you already caused me enough pain, i don’t want anymore.”

what feels like an anvil lands on his chest, crushing his heart. miguel can not only see the pain in your eyes but hear it in your voice too. completely exhausted and wished to be left alone. what has he done? the self-loathing grows stronger.

“i… lo siento mucho, mariposa.” his voice goes quiet, averting his gaze from yours, too ashamed to look at those beautiful eyes. “i’m so sorry for hurting you. i know you won’t forgive me and i don’t expect you to, hell i don’t deserve it. it’s just…”

your brows furrowed, still pissed off but attentive. also the pet name did not go unnoticed which made your heart flutter, despite how much anger it holds.

“the reason why i yelled at you was because i scared.” your frown deepens in confusion but you remain silent, allowing him to continue. “this is gonna sound cheesy but… you made me feel… things i haven’t felt for someone in a long time. cuando estoy contigo, i feel… different, like warm and it drives me insane, it scares me.”

you remain silent, a bit speechless. you make him feel things he’s never felt before and it scares him? is that a good thing or bad thing?

“it scares me because i care about you, more than i should, more than the average… friend.”

now you’re truly speechless.

is he saying…?

“everyone i cared about, i lost them and i couldn’t lose you. i was afraid of losing you. it’s why i can’t allow myself to be vulnerable, can’t grow attach to someone without the fear of losing them.”

you knew of miguel’s troubled past. dysfunctional family, toxic relationships, and the lost of his daughter from a different universe. he was just a broken man with a broken past. lost everything and everyone, suffered from too much pain, scarred him for life. that is why his heart is so heavily guarded. the fear of vulnerability. a shitty ass feeling.

“that’s why i pushed you away, acted like an asshole to you. i thought that making you hate me would protect you from me, that i wouldn’t lose you either but i did anyway…” a look of guilt and shame flashes across his face, shoulders sagged. “i know i can’t take back those horrible words and i forever hate myself for hurting you. please believe me that i never meant any of it. you are not a dumb insect, you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever met and your universe is the most fascinating one i’ve seen.” he finally turns to look at you. “you weren’t a pawn, i didn’t used you for gain information. i valued our conversations, our bond or friendship, every single moment. every story, memory, laugh, smile means everything to me. you mean everything to me.”

shock, overwhelmed, speechless, and flattery were what you were feeling from all of this sudden information. not to mention the skipping of your heart beat at that final phrase.

“not a single day goes by without thinking about you. no matter what i’m fucking doing, my mind directly goes to you.” miguel confesses sincerely, scarlet eyes boring into your pretty ones intensely, making your heart beat fast. “but the more i thought about you, the more i felt undeserving of you.”

your brows furrowed confusingly. “what do you mean ‘undeserving of me’?”

the spider-man sighs frustratingly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “how could you, someone so beautiful, love a monster like me?”

your heart shatters at that. how could he think of himself like that? “miguel, you’re not a monster.”

“¡mírame!” he shouts that sounds almost like a cry, fangs and talons out in their full glory. “you’re saying these don’t make me a monster? anyone who looks at me, my eyes, my fangs, my talons, always have a look of horror in their eyes. begging me not to hurt them before running away as fast as possible. i know i’m not like the others, i know i don’t have a bite. the rapture and my reflection remind me everyday.”

your heat aches terribly for this poor man. he has gone through so much. can’t even imagine his suffering, the look of horror he endured from others while trying to save the day. all you want to do is pull him into yours arms and hug him tightly.

“how can anyone fall for this?” he gestures at himself as if he is nothing. “no one will.” his eyes avert from yours, looking away in shame.

it’s silent for a moment until you finally speak.

“you’re wrong, miguel.”

the male looks back at you with a confused expression, eyebrows furrowed.

you decide to take a leap of faith, literally, taking a step towards him. “anyone can fall for you. i know everyone sees you as this big scary, grumpy guy and will literally shit their pants the moment they see you but… they don’t know the real man behind it all.”

miguel simply stares at you in awe and begin to feel his heart beating faster by the minute.

“they may see you as this scary guy but i see a man with a broken past.”

that sentence alone shattered him.

“i know you went through so much shit in the past and i will never know what it’s like but i do understand why you are the way you are. you push away people because people have pushed you away. you protect yourself from getting hurt again. from what you’ve been through, it’s understandable. but just know that there are people who care about you. i know i can’t take away your fears but know that it’s okay to be vulnerable. don’t get me wrong, it’s hard to open up to someone, to be comfortable with someone. it’s scary and that’s okay. it takes time, just take small steps but only when you feel ready.”

miguel is utterly speechless, staring at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. heart pumping rapidly with intense emotion, something you never fail to do to him. those doubts and fears slowly vanish by your words of comfort and reassurance. no one has ever spoken to him about his issues and fears. hell, miguel never talked to anyone yet you can see right through him. never thought it would be you yet… glad it is you because miguel wouldn’t want it to be anyone else. he fell first but fell even harder.

“miguel, you are the most interesting person i’ve ever met. anyone could fall for you.” you confess with a heartily chuckle. “sure, you are the most stubborn grumpy person ever,” that earns you a low chuckle and an eye roll from him, making you smile. “but really you are a very caring, passionate person. that could make anyone fall for you.”

he was falling harder by the minute. heart pounding in his chest like a drum. those sweet words were melting down the icy walls concealing his broken heart. he was breaking apart, in a good way.

“honestly, i think your fangs, talons, and red eyes are fucking cool. i mean shit- even i’m jealous of your eyes because i want red eyes or at least have rare colored eyes, that is cool as fuck. your talons and fangs makes you badass. and guess what? no one else has them, only you. you are unique.”

you made him fall in love with you even more.

“té quiero.”

you’re taken aback by his response, visibly dumbfounded. “w-what?”

those gorgeous crimson orbs remain locked on yours as miguel slowly makes his way towards you, being mindful of the shattered mug pieces that he intends on cleaning up later, until he towers over you. broad bodies merely touching, no space left in between. his hot, heavy breath fanning over your forehead. your neck crane all the way up just to meet his intense gaze. the close proximity makes your heart beat crazy with anticipation and lashes flutter.

“everything i said about you is true. besides apologizing, i wanted to tell you my feelings, even if you don’t feel the same. i needed you to know because i can’t live without you not knowing.”

due to your lack of response, miguel begin to panic a little. did he went too far? was it too much? he was about to step back when he’s suddenly yanked down and his lips meets yours. with all the height you had left, you reached for his face and yanked him down for the kiss you’ve been waiting for. his whole body is basically bent over just to reach you due to the height difference but miguel doesn’t really give a fuck about the back pain, too busy feeling those soft pretty lips of yours after waiting for so long.

instinctively, his hands grip onto your hips and give them a few gentle squeezes then slowly roam around your body, mindful of your wings. he has only touched you for a few seconds and you’re already putty in his hold. shivering at the addictive sensation, goosebumps forming on your skin. damn his hands feel so good. so big and rough. giving into his desires, miguel gets a bit more touchy. calloused hands gently groping your curves, eliciting soft little moans which makes his core ache.

the kiss grows more spicier. hands grouping each other’s bodies, soft moans and groans mingled in the hot air. miguel is too lost into the kiss until he feels you moving upward, causing him to stand up straight which confuses him for a second. breaking away from the kiss, miguel finds you lingering in the air. gorgeous wings fluttering in the air.

“the perks of having wings is that i can fly up to your level.” you wrap your arms around his thick neck, finally get the chance to. “save you the back pain.”

that elicits a light chuckle from him. “appreciate the help.” his broad hands capture your waist as miguel leans in for another kiss, which you happily accept.

much to his dismay, you part away from his lips, earning a cute little pout from him. god he is so precious. miguel tries to reach your lips but you keep backing away from him, making him frown cutely.

“mariposa…” he whines softly.

“follow me.” you whisper against his lips, a hint of seductiveness in your tone that makes miguel’s cock twitch in his now slightly tight suit.

you two stare at each other for a moment before you let go of his face and begin flying away, towards the direction of presumingly your bedroom. a shiver of anticipation travels down his spine. the throbbing sensation in his core increases annoyingly. as if you hypothesized him, miguel follows you to the room. his lust-clouded mind carrying his feet.

“joder…”

his jaw slacks at the sight in front of him. you sitting so prettily in the center of your bed with those big beautiful eyes with a seductive glint in them. enthralling wings expanded out. that pretty dress on you hugging your curves, the hem raised up to those mesmerizing thighs due to your posture, leaving your gorgeous legs exposed to his hungry gaze.

like a dessert on displayed to be devoured.

god, you’re gonna be the death of him.

miguel can feel his cock strained in his suit uncomfortably. the man is hard as a fucking rock. only you make him feel this way. those piercing crimson eyes stare you down, like a predator staking his prey. as if you are caught in his web. a pretty butterfly trapped in a spider’s web. the thought makes your thighs squeeze instinctively, clit pulsating terribly. miguel slowly climbs up the bed until he is hovering over your small frame. causing you to lay back on the plush mattress and silk sheets, trapped underneath his mesmerizing muscular frame, settled in between your legs.

miguel takes a moment to admire your pretty form underneath him before leaning down to capture your lips in another kiss. instinctively, your fingers dig into his chocolate locks. the addictive sensation elicits a groan from him. just you playing with his hair makes him putty. calloused hands gently grope your curves, earning those cute little moans. his lips leave a trail from your lips, jawline, down into the crook of your neck. one hand dangled in his hair and the other gripping onto his bulky shoulder. the bulging muscles under your fingertips. god, you have been dying to feel them. his hands continue roaming and groping your body as miguel leaves needy kisses on your neck with the intention of marking you.

but miguel then suddenly realizes you’re laying on your wings, which probably feels uncomfortable. “shit- your wings.” quickly moving away from your neck, miguel swiftly sits up to give you space.

“no no no, it’s okay.” you quickly sit up as well and cup his face. “they don’t hurt when i lie down.”

miguel doesn’t protest, still a bit concerned but believes you. his gaze lingers on your wings glimmering in the dark, utterly mesmerized. for a while, you’ve notice his stare at your wings. during a conversation, you notice how his eyes would switch from your eyes to your wings and linger on them a little longer than usual. he always got that look in his eyes, an appetite. it always sent a jolt of excitement through your body. honestly, it’s kinda cute.

“you like them a lot.” you decide to tease him, briefly glancing at your wings then back at him.

“well, they’re very pretty.” his gaze on your wings never falters, utterly enthralled. subconsciously, one of his hands briefly reaches towards one wing but ultimately stops when he realizes what he’s doing.

“you can touch them.”

his eyes snap back at you, a surprise expression illustrated on his face. “are you sure? i don’t want to hurt you.” it’s that last thing he wants to do.

you nod reassuringly, caressing his cheeks. “yeah, just be careful because they’re sensitive.”

that ignited a spark inside him.

sincerely looking at you to make sure you were completely okay with this, miguel gets off the bed and stands at the edge, leaving you confused.

“turn around for me.”

your heart skips a beat at his request and makes your thighs squeeze. obeying his command, you scoot towards the edge of the bed and turn around, sitting on your knees, your wings presented to him. a rush of anticipation flows through your veins, wondering what he has in store for your delicate wings.

a gasp falls from your lips when you feel one of miguel’s hands touching one wing every so gently. his touch so soft and gentle. the sensation sends jolts of pleasure throughout your body. his fingers gently trace of the pretty patterns, taking in every little detail as if trying to memorize them all. he’s just simply lost in those pretty patterns and colors. he can admire your wings everyday. soon, miguel starts using both hands and caress your delicate wings. each touch earns him those cute soft noises that make his cock twitch terribly. the way your body slightly twitches when he touches your wings in a certain manner. back slightly arching, body shivering, goosebumps coated over your skin.

“very sensitive, are you, hermosa?” that low seductive tone makes your clit throb terribly.

“they’re the most vulnerable part of me.”

“hmm…” miguel hums lowly, slowly trailing up his hands to the top of your wings then to the bottom. eliciting another gasp from you. “i can see, especially when you arch that pretty back just by running my fingers here.” he traces over the patterns again, earning another soft gasp and back arched.

the sight makes him smirk smugly. god you are so adorable, utterly beautiful. how responsive you are to his touch, even if it’s light like a feather.

“the more i touch, the more pretty sounds you make.” miguel decided to be bold and carefully grab your hindwings before tugging them back every so gently, not enough to hurt you of course.

a moan erupts from your throat, arching your back. holy fuck, that was unexpected but felt so fucking good, like a little stretch. miguel’s ears perk up at the pretty sound, cock twitching excitedly. time to conduct an experiment, like the scientist he is.

“you like that, hermosa?” seduction laced in his tone.

“y-yes, do it again~” you sound so needy, desperate to feel that addictive sensation once more. pussy throbbing with want and desperation. you can feel the pool flooding in your panties.

fuck, that sweet needy tone drives he fucking crazy. honestly, miguel doesn’t know how much longer he can last without busting inside his suit, when he rather much do that inside that pretty cunt of yours that is most definitely wet, all because of him. the nasty thought makes his cock twitch. ever so gently but with a tiny ounce of pressure, those calloused hands play and stroke your delicate pretty wings. each touch earns him more of those heavenly sounds that is pure music to his ears. miguel grows more handsy, continues playing with your wings while his right hand sneaks around your waist and pulls you against his broad chest. the action makes you gasp, arching your back right against him.

“estas tan bontia.” that elicits a soft whine, making him chuckle softly. “the prettiest butterfly i’ve ever seen. the most beautiful set of wings.” he whispers as miguel gently strokes one forewing, making you moan softly. “mi hermosa mariposa.”

your heart flutters at that, mind going haywire.

you’re his beautiful butterfly.

the spider’s butterfly.

“m-miguel~”

he shushes you so gently, caressing your tummy as reassurance with his other hand. “you drive me crazy, ever since i met you. all i could think about was those pretty eyes, lips, wings, thighs…” another gently stroke of your forewing while his hand on your belly slowly trails down your body, dangerously close towards your throbbing core, in your inner thighs.

“f-fuck…” you couldn’t resist a moan.

he really thought about you all this time? sure, there was chemistry that many people noticed. you just weren’t sure miguel was actually into you since he was a closed off person, especially with his troubled past. but now knowing his constant thoughts of you, it’s unbelievable but a relief that he feels the same.

the throbbing was becoming unbearable. you needed this man desperately or else you’re gonna explode. with a groan, you break out of his hold, swiftly turn around to cup his face and yank him down with you on the bed with your lips pressed against his in a desperate kiss. miguel releases a surprised groan but ultimately gives in and hovers over you. he resumes his kissing trails over your body from earlier. leaves a few on your delicate neck before moving down to your covered breasts and makes out with them through the fabric of your dress. big hands kneading and squeezing the squishy fat. your fingers digging in those cute brown locks as moans escape your lips at the addictive sensation. his plump lips leave a trail of kisses down your body, giving your tummy a few pecks before reaching the hem of your dress, directly at your clothed pussy. the sweet scent of your arousal invade his senses, making his mind go haywire.

“that sweet fucking scent, drives me crazy, hermosa.” with a quick nod from you, miguel lifts the hem of your dress revealing your pretty panties to his hungry eyes. pressing his face against your clothed cunt, he inhales your scent a little too eagerly.

“miguel, please~” you moan, your needy fingers gripping on his hair as a sign.

your neediness makes him chuckle. “relájate, baby. lemme take my time with you.”

“miguel, i need you.” you whine.

“i have to taste you first, preciosa.”

as much as you want that, you really need him because the throbbing is killing you. then, an idea pops into your mind. “what if i sit on your face?”

now that makes him look up at you from in between your thighs with a surprised look. “really?” if he was a dog hybrid, his tail would be wagging excitedly.

“lay on the bed, spider boy.” a hint of seductiveness in your tone, sends a shiver down his spine.

miguel doesn’t hesitate to follow your command and lays down on the bed, switching places with you. your thighs on either of his face and hands rested on the headboard. his pupils dilate drastically when your clothed cunt is right above his face, merely inches away. without warning, miguel tears off your panties with his talons due to his inpatient behavior.

“miguel!”

“they were in the way.”

he sounds so desperate. needy to munch on your pussy. such a major turn on.

a groan escapes his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy right above him, cock twitching in his suit. oh he’s gonna devour the fuck out of you. just as he’s about to dive in, you quickly move away from his mouth which miguel notices when his lips feels air instead of your pretty pussy.

“what’s wrong? why are you moving away?” a concern look on his face, brows furrowed.

“i don’t wanna crush you.” you admit embarrassingly, gripping onto the headboard.

that concern look was replaced with a dumbfounded one. “preciosa, i want you to crush me. i want you to suffocate me.”

“but what if—”

“por dios, mujer. i want you to sit on my face completely, no hovering around. ¿entiendes?”

“but miguel- OH!”

miguel lost patience by grabbing your hips, yank you down on his face, and immediately goes to town. licking and sucking your clit feverishly. calloused hands gripping into your thighs. all you could is moan loudly, gripping onto the headboard for dear life as this man eats you out like there’s no tomorrow. miguel lets out a muffled groan at the sweet taste of your dripping cunt, slurping it all up as if he found an oasis in the desert. his tongue flicks your precious sensitive pearl, sending your mind haywire and squirm in his strong hold. a loud moan erupts from your throat as miguel’s tongue begins penetrating you, causing your wings to spasm.

“oh miguel!~” your back aches as you ride his tongue, jolts of pleasure shooting throughout your body.

“y-you taste- ugh- so- fucking- sweet.” he moans in between slurps, becoming completely pussydrunk. the tip of his tongue hits angles that you’ve never felt before or even knew existed.

“OH!- oh my god!~”

suddenly, you feel his tongue wiggling inside in a strange way that triggers your sensitivity.

“you like that, baby?” he whispers against your pussy, the vibrations make you shudder.

you nod with a needy moan. complying to your request, miguel continues drawing those patterns with his tongue. each heavenly moan from you encourages him to do more, boosting his ego. he just can’t help it. you taste so fucking sweet, an addictive nectar he can’t get enough of. loud pitchy moans bounce off the walls of your bedroom as you ride miguel’s face to fucking oblivion. your engorged clit rubs perfectly against his big nose, working up your orgasm. while his tongue fucks you mercilessly, he uses one thumb to apply more pressure to your cute little bundle of nerves. the sudden sensation makes you moan loudly, almost like a scream.

“miguel! oh!- please, don’t stop!”

like hell he will stop. the man is so goddamn pussydrunk, he literally is drowning himself in your sweet pussy. miguel can die a happy man in between your thighs. the best way to go out. the more flicks of his tongue and thumb, that warm feeling in your lower belly increases and your moans grow louder and pitchier. before you even know it, you come over his tongue with probably the loudest moan ever, pretty much like a scream. sound like a goddamn whale. back arched and wings spasms as you gush all over his face. like the greedy little shit he is, miguel devours all of your sweet nectar. obscure noises flooded the room, slurping you up like a fucking ice cream sunday. the man is up on cloud nine. your thighs tremble around his head as you begin to feel overstimulated by the never-ending pleasure he is still providing with that devious tongue of his.

“fuck- miguel, stop- too much~” you whine, feeling overstimulated. you swear the headboard would break by your death grip if you had super strength.

finally once he had his fill, miguel releases your poor sensitive pussy with a pop! with a smug ass grin. oh he really enjoyed his dessert. with both hands on your waist, he carefully lowers you down so you can rest on top of him, your head rested on his chest.

“you okay?” he says sweetly, a major contrast to his filthy ass mouth moments ago. his hands rubbing your back for comfort as you recover from your high.

you hum weakly with a nod, nudging your face more into his chest. “you literally ate my fucking soul.”

miguel huffs at that, smiling like the smug bastard he is. “well, i did say you tasted sweet.” that earns him a slap on the chest, making him chuckle.

“you made that perfectly clear.”

he continues chuckling, caressing your back. “it’s the truth, you enjoyed it too.”

“yeah well now it’s time to shut you up because i’m gonna ride the fuck outta your soul.”

miguel does indeed shut up after that, pupils blown and cock twitching in excitement. without even looking at him you know he’s excited, the edges of your lips curled up into a smile as you lift up your head from resting against his chest.

“strip for me, spider boy.”

“jesús bendito…”

you take off your dress, pulling over your head with miguel’s help, who was a little too eager to take it off. just as you take it off and throw it somewhere across the room, you find miguel completely nude underneath you. your pupils dilate immensely at his exposed muscular form. goddamn he’s built like a fucking god and utterly beautiful. but what really catches your attention is his lack of underwear, meaning you are actually sitting on top of his cock.

holy fuck, he is huge.

without even looking, you can feel how big he is. does this mean he’s naked underneath his suit, all the fucking time? oh this sneaky bastard. walking around butt ass naked underneath those pixels. but that explains why his ass look so damn good in his suit. the man definitely has a dump truck.

once you’re both completely naked, you align yourself with his cock. but instead of sinking yourself onto him, you grind on it which surprised miguel. the veins among his throbbing length rubs perfectly against your clit, providing it perfect friction.

“fuck, hermosa—” miguel groans at the sensation.

“so big, miguelito~ i don’t know if you will even fit.” you lean closer towards his face, a smirk tugging on your lips. “but lets find out.”

yep, you’re the death of him.

gripping onto his chest as support and his hands on your waist, you sink yourself onto his cock. slowly taking inch by inch, feeling the thickness of his length slowly slipping through your tight slick walls, stretching you out. a shared moan lingers in the steamy air as your bodies slowly connect. goddamn this man is huge. you can feel him in your fucking guts. the bulbous tip of his cock resting perfectly against your cervix. it stings but feels so good.

“¿estas bien, chula?” he voice his concerns, taking note of your dazed expression. his thumbs draw soft circles on your hips as comfort.

“y-yeah, you’re just… big… fuck—”

miguel holds back a smug grin, softly chuckling. “when you’re ready, preciosa.”

after giving yourself some time to adjust to his thick length stretching out your walls, your hips begin moving slowly. testing the waters to eventually find a rhythm you like. you move up and down in a slow pace, riding his cock like you desired. fuck, he feels so amazing. each contact of his tip with your cervix sends jolts of pleasure throughout your body.

“oh miguel~” you arch your back, pushing your exposed tits out to his lustful gaze.

he stares in awe of your jiggly tits as you ride him. the way the supple fat jiggle synchronized with your bouncing hips. a feeling of hunger bubbles in miguel’s chest as his hands on your hips to travel up and grope them. squeezing and kneading them, relishing the soft squishy fat in his calloused palms. his fingertips pinch your perky nipped then gently tug them, eliciting a whimper from you.

“asi, bebé, asi.” he praises when your hips pick up pace, finally found a rhythm. his sweet praise did earn him a clench around his cock, making him groan. “fuck- you like that, baby?~”

“uh huh~” you nod dumb, too cockdrunk.

while fondling with your tits, those ruby eyes admire your wings as they flutter and spasm with each bounce. his hands leave your to grab the bottom of your hindwings and give them a tiny tug, causing a moan to escape your lips. oh the little stretch feels good. throwing his head back on the pillow, miguel relishes the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing the life of his cock, making him go insane. his hands travel back to hold your waist as he starts rolling his hips into yours, picking up the pace. obscure noises echo throughout the walls of your little cottage. such a cute, cozy home from the outside but filled with nasty noises inside, such a major contrast.

“ay chingado~” miguel groans as you sinfully circle your hips. god, you’re killing him.

through hooded eyes, you admire his sweaty panting form. the rippling of his muscles with each thrust. those idents and scratches on his chest from your nails. the clenching of his jaw before letting out heavenly groans and moans, a sneak peek of those pearly white fangs. god you can admire him all day, especially underneath you. unfortunately, your legs were giving out due to the burning sensation but luckily miguel’s strong hands on your hips guiding you was a major help. desperate for your lips, miguel sits up to have you right in his lap and wrap his arms around your waist before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. your bodies collided and smushed together, your soft breasts pressed against his broad chest. sallowing each others moans and groans of pleasure as you continue making love.

“miguel~” you throw your head back as his cock hits that sweet spot inside with a deep thrust.

miguel seizes the opportunity to lean in and brush kisses on your exposed neck as he continues pumping not your tight pussy. a gasp falls from your lips as his own takes one of your nipped and suckles on it. instinctively, your chest arches into his greedy mouth to feel more. his tongue flicks the sensitive bud, drawing circles around it then sucks it. he alternatives both breast, sucking one while pinching the other. the sensitive drives you crazy, an infinite amount of moans and whimpers leave your lips as you bounce in his lap. one of his hands reach down in between your bodies, finds your clit and gives it several flicks. the sudden feeling makes you squeal. miguel lets out a groan as you clench around his dick. the attention on your little bundle of nerves and miguel’s cock fucking you so deeply causes your climax to approach quickly. miguel senses his own with each squeeze of your pussy and balls tensing up to prepare a big load for your pretty cunt.

“you’re close, baby. i can feel it. dámelo, bebé.” miguel coos, panting against your pretty face full of ecstasy. god, you look so beautiful.

that familiar warm sensation in your lower abdomen returns, escalating quickly. with a loud moan of his name and head thrown back, you gush over his cock. miguel groans at the beautiful sight and sensation. his beautiful butterfly reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy. a sight forever ingrained in his mind. with a few more thrusts, you feel his cock twitch before miguel finally comes inside you with a moan of your name. his thick warm seed coating your walls, filling up your womb. you softly whimper at the feeling, so full and filled. you two remain like that, holding onto each other like an embrace, sweaty bodies connected. your synchronized panting echos in the air as you both recover from your highs.

after a few minutes of silent recovery, miguel is the first to speak. “you okay?”

“yeah…” you hum weakly, still fucked out.

it was another few minutes until miguel carefully pulls out and slowly lays back down on the bed taking you with him in his arms. your head rests against his heaving chest, the rapid beating of his heart against your ear. the sound smooths your post-sex mind, making you a bit sleepy. one of his hands rubs your back in a slow gentle manner, providing you some comfort. a peaceful moment enjoying each other’s presence as you recover.

“i meant everything.”

his voice prevents you from falling into slumber.

“huh?”

“my apology, everything i said about you, i meant it.”

lifting your head, you glance up at him with a soft smile. “i know and i meant what i said too.”

miguel mirrors your smile and caresses your cheek with a hand, feeling his heart fluttering.

resting your head back on his chest, you remember to add one thing.

“oh by the way, this doesn’t mean i forgive you. you still a long ass way to go, cabrón.”

a soft chuckles leaves his lips. “i figured.”

but truthfully, miguel will work his ass off to gain your forgiveness. for right now, he just wants to hold you in his arms. perhaps aftercare is the smart thing to do, which he’ll do later, but he just wants to enjoy this peaceful moment with you. holding his beautiful butterfly in his arms and admire her for eternity.

the butterfly caught in the spider’s web.

© teenidlegirl. don’t steal, plagiarize, or translate my work. ♡

[trulyumai]

rhinos and men

—request: could you do a story where geta and his family are watching the games and his son see the rhino and gets all excited. Thank you for your time and stories.

pairing : emperor Geta / empress! reader

—warnings: talk of violence, fighting. y’all’s son is a little cutie patootie fr

“—come on little one, don’t let go okay?” esocorting your son to the stands, his little hand gripped against yours.

He was ever so distracted, with big eyes glancing at the people around him, trying to get view of the pit below.

You hated bringing him to a place so early… not even his sixth name day has occurred. But your husband allowed it—demanded of it.

“He’ll need to grow up fast.” He had whispered to you, nearly everyone was asleep, as it was a late hour, rain prodded at the walls of the keep and thunder boomed. After a particularly rough session with you the man was caressing your face gently, discussing his future plans of war, how it would be good to open the coliseum again for the people.

You remembered feeling so tired— but such a statement brought out fear upon you, waking you up instantly. He was just a child. Your son. You didn’t want for him to endure the horrors of the world. The horrors of Geta.

But now you’re here, coaxing the child to your husband who stands upon your arrival.

With open arms, his child came running to him. Geta tried not to smile; to keep the facade of a benevolent leader, but such a sight was so… lovely.

“Hello little man, excited for the show?” Brushing his son’s matching hair back, he lifted his gaze to his wife. Already you sat beside them, lightly fanning at your reddened cheeks.

Sometimes he forgot you weren’t yet to such weather conditions just yet.

“Mhm mhm! Momma said there would be big— big animals!” Gesturing with wide little hands. geta hummed in agreement, leaning forward his cheek touched his sons.

“See there? Those beasts are dutiful in the field. They show no mercy upon the fool who chooses to be their foe.”

“Rhino!”

Geta laughed. “Yes, a rhino.”

Caracalla, ever the prodding man, interrupted such a sweet sight. “Brother, shouldn’t the woman being tending to the child? Not the fearless emperor.”

Meeting said man’s gaze, you scoffed. “How would you know, Caracalla. Sending your wife away and all?”

Caracalla snarled in response, his teeth crooked and yellow. Not removing your heavy gaze, you waited for the man’s chipped response.

“How dare you even—”

“Enough!” The emperor interrupted. Setting the child down, the little boy made his way to you, gesturing towards your lap for comfort.

Geta squinted at Caracalla, until the crowds roars distracted him so.

It was time to act, wasn’t it?

Turning towards the citizens, Geta let out a deep cry. His hands lifted, signaling for the guards to start the game.

With a call of a horn, the show began.

“Momma, look!”

“Careful honey, don’t lean too far.”

The only response was a pouting look, one that made your heart clench in regret. “Just be careful— I worry for you little star.” Pinching at his face, the boy let out a giggle. Geta wanted to pay attention to the mayhem. He really, really did.

Afterall, he went through so much trouble putting together for the act. Finding the resources for such an opportunity was getting harder and harder, the war made too big of an impact on supplies and men. But his people needed a distraction, especially in times like this.

But to see you there coddling and mulling over your little one—who looked like an exact copy of Geta himself, made him soft. Too soft to watch a man be stabbed repeatedly upon the ground floor and left to rot.

He was so glad you agreed to be a mother. Maybe he could convince you a second time tonight.

“Son,” the emperor called out, instantly gaining the boys attention.

“How about we visit the bayside after this?”

A confused look graced the child’s features and you had to lean in closer to geta to whisper gently. “He doesn’t know that word, darling. Say big blue water.”

Geta’s hands moved nervously beside the arm rest. Embarrassed to say such low leveled words. “Ahm, you know the.. big..blue water.”

Your son squeezed your hand in delight, already nodding his head up and down at such a statement. “Can we now— please?”

“Not until the shows over, my love,” setting him back down in your lap you smiled at Geta, amused by the child’s complete wonderment.

The man’s arm came into contact with your shoulder, pulling you into his side snuggly while the fight resumed on with loud cries and clashes. “You haven’t even seen the rhinos yet, son.”

A blank look appeared on the boy. “Oh yeah.”

The two of you sat side by side, geta touching you ever so often with calloused fingers. Your son not being able to sit still, wobbling in your lap carelessly as his balance flayed with every cry he let out for an animal that entered his vision.

“Did you see his horn? And the feet!” Being escorted out, Geta kept a hand around your waist as your son perched into your lap, his hands pinching and prodding as your cheeks.

Not being able to respond, you nodded laughing with a closed lip smile.

“Careful with your mother, boy, she’s delicate.”

The boys fingers stopped there pushing and a yawn escaped his lips. “Big water now?” A tired voice asked.

“Big water.” You agreed, lightly rocking him, your son soon found sleep, allowing a nap to take hold.

“I wish I could fall asleep like that.” With a guiding hand, Geta helped you upon the chariot, lifting you easily upon the wooden and steel frame.

“You do sleep like that, darling. Especially after dealing with your brother.”

A chuckle escaped the emperor as his body leaned back, both arms gracing the back of the seat. “He is inssufersble sometimes, isn’t he.”

Humming, your eyes suddenly felt tired. The heat was encapsulating your being and having your son splayed out onto your lap didn’t help.

Seeing you from the corner of his eyes, Geta noted the droopy lids and tucked down chin.

Usually he would forbid such a show of weakness in public. Say how reckless it is and cuss you out.

But something was differ today; he couldn’t quite place it.

“sleep, wife. I will awake you when we’ve arrived.” The promise escaped his lips before he could even think to push it back.

With a tired nod, you agreed. A slumber fell upon you before you could open your eyes once more.

Geta only scooted closer, pressing his shoulder to your slumped head with careful brushes.

The emperor couldn’t help but lean down, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead as your son’s snores reverberated through the small space.

Today was good to you.

Minus Caracalla’s presence, of course.

[huicitawrites]

The Hunt

Yandere! Miguel O' Hara x Fem! Spider! Reader

T/W: yandere (slow-burn(?)), dark fic, violence, assault, spoilers for across the spiderverse.

Status: rewritten.

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Word Count: 2,4k

"Y/N! Get. Back. Here. NOW", swinging away from an infuriated Miguel O'Hara wasn't something you had planned or ever thought would occur, never entertained the thought of it. At least not until now, as you desperately attempted to get away from him and somehow escape him- for your dimension-travel watch (as wild as the concept of it sounded) had been snatched by the same man that was madly hunting you down.

How did it even all come to this? Let's rewind, back to the beginning.

Part I

After being bitten by a radioactive spider in a school trip to Alchemax at the young age of 15, you obtained enhanced spider-like abilities: a sixth sense for perceiving danger, incredible reflexes, amazing parkour skills, extraordinary strentgh and flexibility.

And for the past ten years, you have been New York's one and only Spider-Woman.

Learning to use your powers was a whole trip on itself. They awakened rather clumsily -nothing a leap of faith could not fix- as you began to grasp the ropes of being a masked hero in your teenage years [it's safe to say that your teenage years were truly a heck of a rollercoaster].

Handling a double-life was not easy, that is something you have learned with your ten years experience. You saved a bunch of people and thus many lives, you won many times and saved the city countless more. Yet you also earned a bunch of dangerous criminals and villains tailing behind your back that would want to kill you without hesitation and harm you in any way possible.

In spite of the times you were beaten down, left made a mess in the ground, or at the brink of death- you would always get back up because you were Spider-Woman.

Sometimes, getting back up was hard.

The weight of the sake of the city was on your shoulders. And sometimes, that weight crushed you. When you lost your parents it was devastating, because not only had you failed as a hero, but as a daughter.

[Your dad perished in an attempt to save you from an attack of one of many enemies- the Green Goblin . You two happened to be on a ‘father and daughter’ outing in a nice dinner when the Green Goblin tried to draw out Spider-Woman from her hiding place in Brooklyn (unbeknownst of your true identity and much to your own misery and guilt.) After battling the Green Goblin and imprisoning him, you rose with your dead father in your arms, and an huge crack in your heart that would leave a deep scar.

Months later, your mother's followed suit. That day was chaotic, panic filled the streets of New York as The Rhino, a veteran soldier with super human strentgh and a high-techno advanced armor resembling a rhinoceros, laid waste to the city. You were evacuating all civilians nearby, swinging across and into buildings, picking up and scooping anyone you could encounter and putting them out of danger.

It happened as you held falling debris with your arms. You picked up wailing in between the many cries of people, and your spider-sense guided your eyes up from the ground.

A child, no older than five, was crying. He was glued to the floor, too overwhelmed by the calamity surrounding him. A wall from a building was falling on him and your heart beat raced. You still had people below you that were crawling out and the child was a or two block away. Your thoughts raced in your head, you had to save everyone, down to the last live.

"Come on, come on, come on" you muttered in between gritted teeth as you gathered power and lifted the debris into the air. With the help of your web shooter, you pulled all the remaining civilians out and casted aside the courtesy of double-checking as you swinged toward the child.

You could see how the wall fell over him, and you reached out your arm with your forearm out desperately, attempted to pull him out with your web but the wall was already about to touch his head and-

She pushed the child out of the danger, motherly instincts impulsing her feet at the cost of her own life. The child was pushed onto you and you brought him flush against you with your web, arms encasing him as you witnessed the wall collapse on her.

In shock and disbelief, you gently lowered the child to the ground and ran to the fallen wall. Once again in despair, you clawed through the debris and searched for your mother’s body.

You found her bruised and crushed, her face deformed. You brushed the dust off it. Her pained groan was faint, and you begged her right there and then not to leave you. Not to leave you alone, again.

“Is the kid al…?”

“Yes! Don’t, don’t talk. Help, help is coming. You have to stay, you have to.” But her eyes were already fading, and her limbs growing weak. Your disguised hand snatched up hers and you cried,

“Mom!”

She recognized your voice, the one she cherished the most. Her fading eyes gathered all the warmth they could muster and she reached out a quivering hand to your cheek. Her fingers slid into your mask, and she felt your tear stained skin.

“Ah my baby…[Y/n]…I’m so proud... Your father would be so proud... keep it up”. Her last words were voiced with strain, but you would always remember them.]

They became the fuel for your mission, and no matter how many times you were beaten to the ground and wounded to no end, you stood back up. You would save everyone else, no more deaths, you swore upon your parents' last moments.

Now in your adult life, you found yourself in a stable life besides the implications your side hustle not-so-side -hustle brought. You had an adequate job as a writer for small titles in a decent newspaper, and you had a department you shared with your childhood best friend, Peter Parker [who eventually became your tech-desk guy. Hiding your true identity from your best friend and roommate would have never lasted long anyway. You remember clearly the day you climbed into the living's window, beat up, bruised and tired, when the lights suddenly turned on and a Peter with crossed arms and an eyebrow raised was waiting for you like a parent whose child was past curfew. You were without your mask on. Nonetheless, after stuttering uncontrollably and failing to explain and just simply breaking down in front of him. Without saying any words, he took out the first aid kit and reassured you with a smile. You were so grateful to him.]

So now here you were, crouching on the top of The Clock Tower, the moonlight casting its light on your back and darkening your silhouette. Earlier in the day you dealt with some thugs and minor crimes, but since the sun fell nothing happened. That was odd, NYC was never quite, least of all times at night.

But your spider-sense was running, not rampant, but definetely there like annoying itch on the nape. Something had to be off, you knew it.

"Um, I'm not picking up anything, (Y/n). Maybe you should be calling it a night, you've been doing good work so far. You did lower the crime rate, after all."

"You sure Pete? There's this feeling in my gut and-"

"Your 'spidey- thingy' ?".

"Spider-sense, spidey-thingy sounds dumb" you answered with a small groan, rolling your eyes although he could not see the.

He chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he turned serious " but I'm not getting anything from anywhere. From police radios and stations to our own hidden cameras"

"Nothing? Sure?"

"I mean everything is awfully quiet now that I think about it... All I can pick up is glitching, let's see... let me do my thing and-" you could hear frantic typing through the comms of your suit within the mask, you could even picture Peter hunching and fixing his eyeglasses.

What he said left you pondering. Glitching? It couldn't be a coincidence that all the radio signals he could pick up were glitching.

"Aha! Here it is, your spidey-thingy was right." this time, you chuckled as if saying 'see?'. He continued, "-this should be a very hidden signal from the special forces team. Seems classified, man they should really put a little more money into whatever software they use to protect their privacy" and he pushed on one final 'enter', the glitching and static got louder almost startling you to which your friend apologized softly, but it evened out.

"Report the situation, Lieutenant Stacy"

"Requesting back-up right now, suspect is armed with advanced equipment, we are at the Port, South East, many of my men and women have been wounded and- oh, shit, shit" The man's words died down with the sound of something big crashing and breaking.

Well, that's your cue. You stood up on your toes and balanced you body weight forward, diving to the ground. With your limbs extended, you stretched your forearm and extended your wrist, web shooting out from the slick web shooter Peter designed.

Swinging from building to building under the night sky, you jumped across billboards and slid past tight spaces as you were heading to the location of the conflict, and the closer you swinged, the wilder your spider sense got.

When you arrived at the port, you saw a SWAT truck that was flipped over, it had a huge dent in the form of a what seemed to be a claw mark, and the windows had been broken. There were a few members on the floor, and you noticed there were two trying to lift the heavy vehicle.

"Let me help," you announced your presence and they whipped their heads. Their faces were glistening with sweat and dirt, and you could notice their equipment was damaged. You crouched and lifted the truck, there was one member there below, and his leg was twisted the other way, but he was breathing- well, panting.

Without further a do, the soldiers went and dragged out their friend. A soldier's face lit up, though they seemed hesitant [after all, your line of work was kind of controversial among the government and its forces] but they were thankful. "Thank you, Spider-Woman", their voice was genuine and you smiled below the mask.

"Your welcome, leave it to me" winking at them through your lense, you nodded and propelled yourself to the ceiling of the warehouse. You noticed a roof canopy at the center, lucky you, and brought the palm of your hand to it. Utilizing your sticky finger pads, you carefully removed a pane of glass and entered the building without making a sound.

"Be careful, please" Peter voiced with worry.

You hanged the web from it's strongest point at the peak, and slowly lowered yourself down until your hand gently brushed the cold floor . You got off the web and crawled in direction of the tingling of the spider-sense. You found some warehouse crates, pressed your back onto them, slowly leaning your head out to take a peak.

A man stood there, a middle aged man by the looks of him. He had a round pair of black sunglasses on and a large leather coat on, but the most outstanding feature was apparently behind him. Four metal tentacle-like arms sprouting from his back, with threatening looking claws. That had to be the thing that put such a dent in a SWAT vehicle, the advanced equipment you heard of in the interception.

He was ranting about something, speaking to himself. "The power of the sun at the palm of my hand, only to be ruined by that fucking-"

‘What is this man even talking about…’

His words died down in your ears as it took a few seconds for your spider-sense to peak, and you scrunched your face features. Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes squinted, cheeks squeezing up and causing the lenses of the mask to stretch and flatten.

"(Y/n)? Found anything yet?" Peter inquired.

"This man... I think I know him... but also not..." At this point, your spider-sense was rampant. Your gaze still confused as you tried to decipher him. Your spider sense was alerting you of this oddly familiar feeling. It was someone you had dealt with before, but also someone new. Simply off-putting.

Then the realization fell on you, his tentacle-like arms.

"Is that Doc Ock!?" Without getting a hold of your reaction, you accidentally raised your voice and revealed your location. Your spider-sense tingled again, this time, sensing imminent danger as you backflipped and dodged the incoming attack. The crate you were hiding behind of was broken into splinters.

"Come on out, Spider-Man!" he shouted, his voice in pure anger.

Spider-Man? As long as you remember, you never referred to your disguised self as Spider-Man...

"It's Spider-Woman, mind you" You revealed yourself off the shadows, and the light basked in your costume, revealing its signature colors and design. "Do I know you by chance?" you tited your head, inquisitive in your tone as you were trying to figure things out.

The man's expression fell, and his rage was replaced by annoyance.

"Is this some kind of sick joke, Spider-Man? Have you forgotten the name of the man whose work of life you ruined, Otto Octavius." His tongue rolled of his name with spite and you widened your eyes.

"Doc Ock? But, you are different. You are totally human". Last time you checked, Doc Ock was a mad scientist that turned himself half-octopus by bioengineering his genetics in the name of some sort of sick evolution idea. He had tried to turn the city into mutants like himself for 'the sake of humanity's future' and you managed to stop his plans. Furthermore, he had been sent to a high-security prison for villains, where an anti-serum is being developed to turn him back and halt his aggression.

"Are you pulling my leg Spider-Man?" He said with disbelief, and he began to appear more and more angry by the second. He muttered something below his breath, and you swore you saw one of his tentacles turn toward his face as if it were sentient and listening...

"I've told you it's Spider-Woman." You huffed out, chest puffing out. You had a bad feeling about this...

The man's hand ran down his own face and he groaned, visibly tired. "Well, whatever, but you do appear to be an ally of Peter Parker's, your costume and your name leave little room for further speculation". The mention of your friend raised up your guard, how did he know Pete? Any doubts and hesitation erased themselves of your mind, for your friend could be in lethal danger.

"Oh? What's the matter, 'Spider-Woman'," he sneered.

"Picked right on the web, hmm?" He edged on, a dangerous smirk dancing on his face and two claws raising up in the air, ready to pounce.

There was not much to it, as you jumped sideways to dodge whatever that clawed-tentacle-armor was. You found yourself right back at the gig, fighting a villain as the one and only Spider-Woman.

Or so you thought.

A/n: Hi! So when I first saw this fictional man I KNEW I had to write about him, originally, it was going to be a long one shot, but I decided to break it into parts. I expect this story to be up to 3 parts or 4 as most. Anyhow, I hope you come to like it!, and sorry for the long- ass intro, I really wanted to dwelve deeper into reader as a spider person. Next is the real thing. I have seen some people have asked me to tag them, so don’t be shy to ask too!

[nikkeora]

High Enough (Without the Mary Jane)

summary; 'in every other universe, gwen stacy falls for spider-man. and in every other universe, it doesn’t end well'. you don't want to be a mary jane anymore.

or, in which you were the mindy s. mcpherson to miles's prowler

pairing(s); e-1610! Miles Morales x fem!reader, e-42! Miles Morales x fem!reader (r is referred to with she/her pronouns, no physical description.)

warning(s); fem spanish terms are used ('hermosa' etc.), reader’s hand is smaller than Miles’. author can’t write action sequences for shit.

may be ooc but we haven't seen a whole lot of p!miles yet so there isn’t really much to go off of

implied/mentioned parental issues with reader, not proofread, written (mostly) at ao3 hours

a/n; according to google the sinister 6 of e42 are doc oc, vulture, electro, rhino, sandman and scorpion, although i've seen some other ppl say that the eastereggs are vulture, rhino, scorpion, sandman, shocker, kraven and electro. i'm going w the google one, maybe kraven and shocker are their own thing. also they're prolly rich aholes since their signs are on buildings n stuff, so that's what i went with.

also reader was sent to earth 42, but like, a few days before 1610 miles arrives, kind of like how gwen was sent to 1610 a week before she found miles

Miles — or, who you assumed was Miles, anyway — took you back to his place, going out of his way to avoid alleys where there weren't many people around and sticking to the bigger streets. You found it kind of weird. Back home, you and Miles used to cut through backstreets and even some sketchy buildings all the time to make it home before curfew.

You felt him steal glances at you the whole walk, and you’d be lying if you didn’t do the same.

This version of him just felt so.. different.

Once the two of you reached your destination, he let you up the stairs first before quietly calling for you to stop once you reached his floor. You hesitated for a moment on the steps. It was a higher level than Miles’s flat back home, and the building had looked a lot different from what you’d seen just half an hour ago, even if it still felt familiar. You’d chalked it up to the multiverse doing multiverse things at first, but he was starting to act a little off.

Having been around your Miles for years, you knew all his tells. You could see how his weight shifted on his feet as he unlocked the door. You could see he was overall standing straighter and more tense. You could see the hesitation before he turned the key.

Miles was lying to you. And he felt guilty.

But what were you going to do?

This universe was new to you. Sure, everything seemed just about the same, but it was all so foreign at the same time. There where skyscrapers you’d never seen before, new graffiti on the streets of the same couple people over and over again - all of whom you were sure you’d seen somewhere before but couldn’t quite grasp where. The sight of buildings blocked by yellow tape and more in the process of repair after seemingly being burned down or blown up were common in this world, like it was an active war zone or something.

You really didn’t have a choice but to follow along.

He opened the door and waved you in, closing the door rather hastily after the both of you.

You took a glance around the room. There were metal bars on the windows, to keep people out or trap them in you couldn't quite figure. There was a DJ setup near them that looked awfully familiar. Hooks hung down from the unfinished ceiling, some holding chains and others oddly shaped items haphazardly wrapped with what looked like brown lunchbag paper. Wires and ventilation just about everywhere, most of the wires leading to either monitors or gadgets you assumed were in the progress of being built. An old, beat up couch and some gym gear by the wall, an open kitchen-slash-workshop area straight ahead.

The only source of light was the neon red from the signs outside the window, and even then the farther bits of the apartment remained a dark purple hue.

Then someone came out of the other room.

“What's this?”

The hell—?

From the shadows, Aaron Davis emerged.

His beard was more grown out then you'd ever seen, and his features looked sharper, almost rougher. His shoulders seemed more broad, though maybe that was the heavy jacket he wore making him look bigger than he actually was.

“¿Tío?”

Miles had taken you around to his uncle's a couple of times, which you now realized was why you recognized this place. Aaron raised an eyebrow at you, surprise flashing across his face before it was quickly wiped out. He looked over you, taling in your appearance.

���Miles.” He asked again.

“I dunno,” the boy replied, stuffing his hands deeper into his pockets and avoiding his uncle's gaze. “Just found her on the way home.”

“Found her?”

Aaron glanced at you, then back to Miles, then back to you, his eyebrows furrowed in either confusion or frustration. He finally looked back at his nephew, the two of them having a silent conversation you couldn’t read.

“…Fine.” Aaron sighed, turning around—

You felt like you were dying, or being born, or possibly both at the same time. For a split second, you were nothing but particles, your skin and bones and just about everything being ripped apart then sewn back together. Your vision was a mix between TV static and rapid fire neon colors, and it was about the same deal with your hearing (which was concerning, since you couldn't usually hear colors).

Miles had taken a step forward, letting you grab his arms to keep you from falling over as he said something you couldn’t quite hear. Aaron had whipped around so fast you wondered how it didn’t give him whiplash, fists at the ready in case he needed them.

“What was that?” Miles’s voice finally got through to you, the high-pitched screaming in your ears dying down. You blinked at him as your mind went blank.

“I don’t—” You cut yourself off. Wait, was it..? Had you just..?

“Complete cellular decay.” You recalled Miles’s countless retellings of the multiversal mess that had happened just about two years ago. “I’m glitching, aren’t I?”

“Right, and you know this because..?” Aaron asked, his hands now at his sides but not eased yet. He eyed your face as if he was expecting you to grow a third eye or something. Honestly, you couldn’t blame him.

“Okay, so, this might sound crazy,” You started, “but I’m from another dimension.

“We had something like this happen back home a while back — except, y’know, people came into our dimension rather than people from ours going somewhere else.

“The people that came, they were glitching, too. Their atoms were displaced and decaying.”

“So you’re saying,” Miles spoke up, his grip tightening around your forearms just slightly. “If you stay here too long—”

“I’ll die, yeah.” You said, the reality of the situation hitting you like a KTX. “Disintegrate, to be more accurate.”

Silence filled the flat as all three of you processed the information. Miles was frozen, his gaze fixated on the spot where your hands grabbed onto him as if he was scared you’d disappear if he looked away. Aaron crossed his arms, his eyes darting from left to right like he was reading some invisible text.

As for you, you felt unreal. Your body didn’t feel like your own anymore, your vision more like looking at the screen of a first-person shooter. Were you going to die here? You didn’t want to die yet. What would your dad think? Would he file a police report? Would Miles’s dad send out a search party to look for you? And Miles—

You hadn’t even said goodbye to him at the party.

You hadn’t said goodbye to anyone.

I don’t wanna die I don’t wanna die I don’t wanna die I don’t—

“Hey,” Miles says, his voice softer than earlier, snapping you out of your spiral. His hands slide down your forearms and slip into your own, giving them a firm squeeze. “No vas a morir.”

You’re not gonna die.

“Te llevaré a casa.” The boy said, his deep brown eyes bore into yours, slowly bringing you back from feeling like you’re looking at a video game to feeling more like you’re lucid dreaming. It wasn’t a total fix, but it’s a start. “I’ll get you home, I promise.”

You took a deep breath, trying and failing to ground yourself more.

“What’s five things you hear?” Miles asked gently, tilting his head and leaning ever so slightly closer to you. You just blinked, overwhelmed with everything.

“Mi vida,” he said again. “Five things.”

You paused for a moment.

Sirens outside.

Yelling from the streets.

Chains clinking in the breeze from the open window.

Aaron shuffling around in the other room. When had he left?

The buzzing of the lights overhead.

“Good.” Miles said encouragingly. “Now, four things you see.”

Miles.

A pan on the kitchen stove.

The DJ table by the windows.

Tio Aaron pulling out the couch to make a sofa bed.

“Three things you can touch here.”

Miles.

The ground if you bent down, you guessed.

Some trinkets on the table just over there, but you’re not gonna touch that.

“Two you can smell?”

Rusted metal. There’s tons of it around; on the walls, the ceiling, tables, even on the shelves. What was that chest plate doing back there, anyway?

That pool smell, which is kinda gross since it came from the chlorine in pool water mixed with all the gross stuff that came from human bodies.

Miles smiled as you said that. “Vuelves a mí, mi sol.” He squeezed your hands again. “One thing you can taste.”

“I dunno, soda? We had a ton of it at the party.” You wiggled your fingers. It was like you were stepping into your body for the first time — nothing was a perfect fit just yet, like a pair of knitted gloves with too much room at the ends of the fingers. You’d have to get used to it again.

It’s then that Aaron called Miles over, the boy reluctantly leaving your side and following his uncle to the other room. He told you to make yourself comfortable on the couch before he went, though, so that’s exactly what you did. The spring cushions feel oddly comforting under you, the familiarity of home twisted just slightly out of proportion.

There’s really nothing to do alone here. You tapped your fingers on your leg. Thankfully, Miles and Aaron came back after just a few minutes.

The first thing the boy said to you, “I’m gonna get you home.” A firmer, more certain repetition of his promise from a minute ago, albeit there’s a bit of a strain in his voice as if it physically hurt him to say it. In a clumsy yet swift motion, he quickly leaned down and kissed your cheek before making his exit rather hurriedly.

You felt the heat rush to your face, your hand coming up almost immediately to touch the spot.

Aaron chuckled and shook his head.

“So,” he said. “You as smart as she was, too?”

-

You tinkered with the gauntlet of a prototype suit that Aaron had dug out of storage somewhere, the man himself working on the main body. The helmet — or was it more of a mask? It was a bit bulkier than Miles's Spider-Man mask, a bit more tech-y. Probably more similar to an Iron Man helmet, now that you think about it, albeit lower in its level of advancement — was plugged into one of the many monitors strewn about the flat.

You'd managed to pry a couple bits of information out of him for the past few hours (during which you hadn't glitched again, thankfully) in exchange for some of your own. So far you knew that this universe’s Jefferson Morales had passed away a few years ago, prompting Miles to take on the mantle of the Prowler to avenge his father’s death — the details of which he stayed frustratingly vague on — and, later on, to keep the city as safe as he could.

“Wait, wait, who’s your Spider-Man, then?”

“Who’s Spider-Man?”

You blinked in confusion. “What? You don’t have a Spider-Person?”

“What, like, a part-spider guy? Nah. Scorpion’s mostly bug though, that count?”

This dimension didn’t have a Spider-Man. That was why the city was so overrun with bad guys.

You gave him a general rundown of the whole ‘radioactive spider’ thing and moved on.

Your own variant, who was Miles’s best friend and had helped make a lot of his gear, had disappeared a while after the Prowler started taking out some bad guys that were a step above villain-of-the-week, the ones who had all sorts of shady connections. Hearing about your presumed death was a strange experience.

“We know they took her,” The older man had said, jamming his screwdriver into a faulty part of the suit. “But the cops are all in on it ever since the Cartel bought ‘em out. Declared her dead after less than 24 hours.”

Oh, speaking of, apparently there was a team of villains bringing Gotham to life in New York, Brooklyn being the heart of it all. How fun.

The Sinister Six Cartel, as the Bugel had dubbed them, was the one Aaron and Miles believed to be behind your variant’s disappearance. The two were certain that the Cartel had worked out a connection between you and the Prowler. The nail on the coffin was when they sent a body double of you in the Prowler’s direction to mess with his head just a couple months ago, complete with some sort of Face Off style mask that made it possible for the fake to look exactly like you. It was only a day or two before Miles figured out it was a setup, but it had shaken him up pretty bad.

“I thought you were another one.” He’d admitted. “But then you did the whole glitchy thing. Looked horrible, by the way, real nasty. It hurt much?”

“You have no idea.”

In return, you told him about home. You told him how Miles’s dad was up for a promotion, practically Captain already. You told him about your Miles’s art and how he made a mural of him after his death. You didn’t go into too much detail about the ‘death’ part, focusing more on the peaceful aspects since it was so clearly missing from his every day life. You couldn’t really read this Aaron Davis that well since he was more guarded than he had been back home, but you could tell he appreciated it; especially the parts about his brother.

You also told him how Miles and the other Spider-People who were sent to your dimension had worked out a solution to fix their situation, and gave him a brief summary of the whole ordeal, the details of which he texted Miles since he hadn’t given you a chance to tell him about it when he left so hastily. He said something you couldn’t quite make out as he did — you caught the words ‘lab’ and ‘property’, but that was pretty much it. He only waved it off as nothing when you asked him about it.

“How’s my dad?” You asked, pushing your hand into the gauntlet to test if it worked right. It was a near perfect fit, which made you wonder who exactly it was for, since Miles’s hand was bigger than yours. “Is he doing okay? After the whole ‘declared dead’ thing?”

“He’s holding up, just like the rest of us,” Aaron replied, checking on the monitor. “Your mom — her mom’s been sticking around. Grief brings people together and all that. They’re trying therapy.”

A weird feeling bubbled up inside. While it was good to know at least one version of your parents were trying to reconcile, it bothered you that your absence had prompted it. Was that what was happening right now back home? Had your disappearance magically brought your parents back together? Had it even been long enough for that to happen, or did time flow equally throughout the multiverse?

…

Would it be better for them if you just didn’t go back at all?

“Oh.” You said, nodding slightly as you flexed and wiggled your fingers in the gauntlet, watching the way it moved. It was a lot thinner than the claws that adorned the Prowler’s hands from what you’d spotted here and there in the flat, built to be stealthier in the way it functioned. There were no clunks or clinks, just soft whirring noises that sounded almost like a cat’s purr. “That’s good, I guess.”

It was worse this time around, which you didn’t even know was possible. You felt yourself being split in a billion different directions, parts of you re-atomizing not quite in the right places. You’d never known the feeling of having space between where all your joints were supposed to connect, but now you did, and it honestly made you want to die. Not really. Well…

-

Miles came back sometime before dawn. You heard the door opening slowly, almost like he was trying not to wake his parents up as he was sneaking in past curfew. Not that he used the door ever since he could climb walls, but still.

He crept into his uncle’s flat, even leaving his shoes at the door so he wouldn’t make too much noise. He was making his way to the other room when he looked at you on the couch, only to flinch in surprise when he saw your eyes were open.

“¿Qué haces despierto?” He whispered, his shoulders tenser than earlier from the split second of adrenaline. “It’s late.”

“What are you doing that you have to sneak in?” You whispered back. The boy just shrugged.

“Oh, you know…” He trailed off, looking around to avoid your questioning gaze. “…Stuff.”

You rolled your eyes. “That has gotta be the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard.”

Miles huffed, shuffling over to you and sitting down on the floor in front of the couch, facing you. “Yeah, well, I asked you first. Why’re you up, hermosa?”

You sighed. “Can’t sleep.”

“Why not?”

“Oh, I don’t know, the thought of my impending doom, maybe.”

A couple beats passed by without a word from either of you, a bit of awkwardness hanging in the air, though it was accompanied by a familiar sense of comfort.

“Do you trust me?” Miles asked, his hand reaching out to gently grab a corner of the blanket draped over you.

“Probably.” You replied. You hadn’t known him long enough to trust him just yet, as much as you wanted to. The corners of his lips tilted up just a bit in an almost smile.

“Then trust that I’ll do whatever it takes to get you home.” He said. “I already lost you once, I’m not letting that happen again.”

-

The next day was pretty uneventful. For the most part, anyway, if you don’t count the random glitching throughout. You were advised heavily against going outside since the Cartel had eyes everywhere, so your area of activity was limited to the flat. Miles had evidently snuck back out after your little talk the night before, which made you feel a tinge disappointed since you wanted to get to know him better. Fortunately, Aaron said you could help with the suit again.

The TV played in the background as you tapped on the keyboard, giving the helmet a few final touch-ups as the sun set outside the window. J. Jonah Jameson jabbered on about this week’s biggest disasters and lamented about how ‘if only there was a hero to save this city’, which made you snort.

“He’s gonna switch up real quick if a hero does show up,” You remarked to Aaron, who looked at you questioningly. “The guy hates Spider-Man back home.”

“What, Jameson?” He said, raising an eyebrow. “Nah, he’s the biggest Captain America fanboy out there. Loves heroes an’ all that.”

He thought for a moment. “Pretty sure Miles saw him at Comicon that one time too.”

“What’s a Comicon?”

Unfortunately, you never got the answer as you heard the lock on the door slide open. You spun around in your chair to greet Miles as you knew he was supposed to be coming by sometime in the evening, but your friendly smile quickly faded as his expression turned to one of shock, catching a glimpse of what the two of you were working on.

The boy froze as he stared, wide-eyed, at the suit. “Tio,” He said, looking at Aaron as he clenched his jaw. “What’s that doing out?”

“She needs a suit.” The older man answered simply.

“What?” Both you and Miles asked, though you could tell it was for vastly different reasons.

“We need to get into Alchemax to get her home, and we can’t do that unless she has protection.”

“Which is why I came here to make a plan!” Miles shouted, his hands moving animatedly, the way your Miles's always did when he got upset. “Eso, eso no le pertenece. ¡No es para ella!”

They had a back and forth as the pieces came together as to why Miles was so upset.

The suit was supposed to be for you.

His you.

You were, essentially, fixing up a dead girl's clothes to wear.

“The Cartel isn't stupid, Miles,” Aaron tried to make the boy see his point. “Even if we somehow made a distraction big enough for the big ones to leave base, there's still gonna be someone left to guard it. Would you be able to live with yourself if she got hurt? Or worse—”

“Don't.” Miles's nails dug into his palms, leaving dark cresent moons in their wake. Aaron sighed.

“If she got hurt, you'd feel like that's on you. If you got hurt protecting her 'cause she doesn't have anything to protect herelf with, then I'd feel like that's on me.” He said, his features softening as he reasoned with his nephew. “This is the best bet.”

“We could build her a new suit—”

“And take what? Couple days? A week? Two weeks?”

He glanced at you, Miles following his gaze towards you as well. You knew what was implied. The only people you knew this happened to had gone maybe over a week before the glitching became a real problem, and they were superhuman. Who knew how long you had?

“She can wear mine. We have a ton of old ones, I'll just take one of those—”

“I'm not gonna let you get hurt for her, kid.”

“Don't call me that.”

They went back and forth for a while, and eventually Miles went to the other room to cool off and think things through. Aaron sighed, wiping a hand across his face.

“No offense.” He said to you.

“None taken.” You replied, not really knowing what to do. It felt wrong for you to be tinkering with something that was so clearly not meant for you, even if it was for a variant of yourself.

You could hear Miles pacing the other room, muttering to himself.

“Maybe I could...” You trailed off.

“You could try talking him into it,” He suggested. “He'll listen to you more than me right now.”

“...Should I, though?” You couldn't even begin to imagine what Miles was feeling. All this multiverse shit was too damn complicated.

“Look, kid, I know it's weird.” Aaron said, shoulders sagging just a bit. “But this—” he pointed to the suit— “is the best way to make sure no one gets hurt. Trust me.”

There was something he wasn't telling you, but he didn't have to for you to know what it was. Miles thought you were alive, somewhere out there. You knew it was entirely possible that he blamed himself for your disappearance, as it was your own version of him's go-to for anything and everything that went wrong. The shadows under his eyes, that look whenever he saw you... you wondered how many nights he'd spent outside, looking for some trace of you, a new lead to follow. Especially since your arrival.

Aaron thought this was the best chance Miles would ever get to let go of you. To get some sort of closure by sending you home.

“…I'll try.” You finally agreed, getting up from your seat and shuffling to the other room. You hesitated before going in, but the lack of a door made it awkward to linger, so you just bit the bullet and walked inside.

The room in question was more of a faux-veranda (which explained the no-door thing); a long, narrow space separated from the main living area by a sheet of drywall, with one of the wider walls filled with shelves of CDs and albums and the other decorated sparingly with old band and movie posters along with Miles-brand stickers.

“So...” You said, fiddling with your hands as you took a look around the area. You gestured at one of the stickers on the wall. “Did you make that?”

Slowing to a stop to face you, Miles nodded, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket.

“Cool.”

You both stood there in silence for a moment, you working out what to say and Miles trying to come up with some other solution to the problem. The boy had an unhealthy obsession, that much he knew, but he just couldn't bring himself to let go of it. Not when you could be out there, just waiting for him to find you.

“I don't want to push you,” You started hesitantly. “But.. I think your tìo may be right.”

“I know that.” He looked at his feet as if the dirt on his shoes was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world, the sight of him reminisent of a little kid getting scolded by his mother. “I know that.”

“I can't say I understand.. whatever's going through your head right now,” You said, taking a step towards him. “But he just wants what's best for you.”

“What's best for me is finding—” He cut himself off when his eyes met yours, frustration and confusion and stubbornness and sadness and who knows what else all mixing into a big mish-mash of conflicting thoughts inside of him. He clenched his fists, tilting his head up as he tried to think clearly. To his dismay, his throat closed up, the familiar sting of tears pricking at his eyes.

“I need to find her.” He muttered, putting a hand over his eyes in an attempt to stop his tears from falling. It didn't work. “I need to find you.”

“And you will.” You were sure of it. Aaron and Miles were both so sure that their you was alive... she had to be. “But right now? Right now, I need you to help me out.”

He looked at you, his gaze almost spaced out for a moment. You wondered if he saw her in you — if she had the same haircut, the same eyes, the same accent...

You could tell he was frustrated by the way that the scrunch above his nose wouldn’t go away. Hesitantly, you reached out, wiping away the tracks stray tears had left on his cheeks. He stiffened for a moment.

“...Fine.” He finally muttered, a hand coming up to grab your arm, though he seemed unsure if he wanted to push it away or pull it closer. So he just held it in place, his thumb brushing over the inside of your wrist, the edge of your palm. His posture relaxed, just a bit. “Okay.”

-

Two days later, it wasn't too dark when the plan set into action.

Security at Alchemax — once belonging to Kingpin, now in posession of the Sinister Six Cartel — was thinnest sometime around six to seven pm, when dinner breaks, shift changes and the checkout of regular scientists were prominent.

Miles and Aaron had each set up time bombs at multiple smaller warehouses the Cartel used for storage, each coordinated to go off within minutes of each other. With little to no heroes or police in the way, the Cartel had no reason to keep their lesser important stocks well-guarded, which made it easy to sneak explosives into some of the shipments, support beams and pipes.

Once the explosions were set off, Aaron would use some rip-off Mysterio tech to make projections of some new vigilante gang, with each fake member leading the forces of the Cartel away from Alchemax. During this went on, Miles would sneak you in and to the Super Collider (which, surprisingly, had not been scrapped since its change of ownership) through the vents—

“Wait, wait, isn’t there like, a tunnel that can get us directly to the Collider?” You’d asked, remembering what Miles had told you when he first told you how he became Spider-Man.

“It got sealed off.” Aaron had said. “Some sort of supercharged electromagnetic thing. They did that with all the major underground entry points. Can’t shut it off without blacking out half of Brooklyn.”

“Or getting fried.” Miles had said. “The generators powering each point are all hooked up together a single system, como una mente colmena. You attack one of ‘em directly, all the others shoot a billion bolts of energy into you. And we don’t have time to hack into and get past the firewall to shut the thing down.”

—which you would navigate by memorizing a blueprint of Alchemax that had been conveniently leaked in a mass Cartel server leak a couple months ago. Miles would then plug in the goober he, Aaron and you had made using information gathered via Aaron's 'friends', and send you home.

It was a simple mission. Maybe a bit too simple, but you didn't really have much a choice when you were on a time crunch with limited information. Besides, Occam's razor.

“Copy?” Aaron's voice asked from your earpiece.

“Copy.” You answered, followed by Miles from his own communicator.

“A-6 is a go in 3.. 2...”

Boom.

A couple blocks away, a cloud of dust shot into the air. The building you and Miles were on the roof of shivered slightly as storage unit A-6 blew up.

“A-27.”

Boom.

“C-15.”

Boom.

From your vantage point, you had a clear view of what was going on at Alchemax without the risk of anyone down there catching a glimpse of you. You could see the non-combat scientists scrambling to get to their cars and the armed guards being led by weirdly dressed villains in the direction of the explosions. Although you supposed you weren't quite qualified to comment on the 'weirdly dressed' part at the moment, since you and Miles weren't much better in your respective suits.

Speaking of, Miles hadn't talked much ever since he first saw you wearing the suit. His responses were short if he even gave one, although you could feel him sneaking glances at you when he thought you weren't looking.

Miles fixed the gauntlet on his hand one last time before shuffling closer to you. “Ready?”

His voice sounded strange to you, his actual voice coming through your earpiece overlapping with the voice coming through his modulator.

“Mhm.”

“Going in.”

You hooked your arms around his shoulders and his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight as a grapple shot out of his gauntlet. He used it almost exactly like how Miles used his webshooters, although his actions were a bit more... forceful? Rougher around the edges, if that made sense.

As your feet left solid concrete, the city sped by underneath the both of you, a pretty blend of neon and gray. Your suit prevented you from actually feeling the air whipping by, but a fraction of the wind managed to seep through the cracks, sending a chill down your spine as your stomach dropped at the sudden decline.

For a moment, gravity seemed to disappear. The laws of physics no longer felt like they effected you in any meaningful way. Anything and everything that had been weighing down on you — this whole situation, Miles, demanding schoolwork at Visions, your parents and their myriad of problems — no longer held you down.

It was exhilarating.

Your 'flight', so to speak, was over almost as soon as it started. You tucked your legs as you reached the roof of the Alchemax building, separating from Miles and rolling to lessen the impact. Surprisingly, the move came quite naturally to you, even without practice. You chalked it off as something you'd learned when you were a toddler, when your mom used to sign you up for all sorts of extracurriculars. You were pretty sure martial arts or something had been one of them; maybe you'd learned it there.

Your heart pounded as the sudden rush of adrenaline faded away, and you found yourself wishing it didn't. The thrill was addicting, as was the freedom that came with it. It was like a rollercoaster, or watching How to Train Your Dragon in 4D for the first time, only a hundred times better.

Miles had never taken you swinging. He'd never exactly told you why, always brushing off your request with something like a 'maybe later' or 'I can't right now', but you knew why.

Swinging together was a him and Gwen thing.

And you were fine with that.

What, like you were gonna be jealous about something as small as that? Pfft. No way. Nope. Nada.

“¿Estás bien?” Miles asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. You nodded in confirmation.

The two of you pried open a vent using the gloves of your suit, which was easier than you’d expected it to be. To your surprise, the claws that extended from them were very useful.

“We’re in.” You muttered as you crawled into the duct, hoping Aaron wasn’t having any trouble on his end. He’d been awful quiet… Then again, no news is good news on a mission, right?

Miles crawled in after you. “You remember the way?”

“Yeah.”

Together you made your way to the underground levels of the building, miraculously avoiding any possible dead ends or mouse traps. That musty smell of mold and concrete reached your senses as you reached the deeper parts.

There weren’t many people at the Super Collider, thanks to the diversion and timing. Miles gestured for you to stay put as he swiftly dropped out of the vents, knocking out the few guards there one by one with relative ease. It was strange seeing him fight; so similar to yet completely different from him. You were doing as told and observing from the vents until you saw one of the last three people — a scientist, by the looks of it — sneaking up on Miles from behind while he was preoccupied with the two other guards.

You quickly dropped down from your spot, landing behind the guard and catching him by surprise as he whirled around with his weird-techy-science gun. Dropping to the ground, you swept your leg under his, toppling him over and knocking the weapon out of his hands. You were about to knock him out when—

“Peter Parker?”

Are you kidding me?

You were certain it was him. This Peter was scrawnier, his hair more sandy blond than Peter Parker’s back home (before he passed, anyway), and he wore thick, black-rimmed glasses that perched awkwardly on his slightly crooked nose. But the ID that read ‘Peter Parker’ in big bold letters around his neck was a pretty solid indicator.

“…Yes?” He almost squeaked out.

Meanwhile, Miles had dealt with the two guards, stepping over them to get to the console. “Sácalo y entra ahí.” He called, fumbling a little as he tried to figure out which buttons to push to fire up the Collider.

“We have a bit of a situation..” You said, pulling Peter up by his arm and dragging him to the console as well.

You gave him a hushed explanation of your unwillingness to hurt the guy, and how you believed he was genuinely a good person. After all, this universe was almost the same as yours, right? Peter Parker couldn’t be that different here…

“And besides, he probably knows how to work this thing. It’d be helpful.”

Miles sighed. “…Fine, I won’t knock him out,” He agreed. Turning to Peter, he asked, “How do you start the Collider?”

Peter gulped, everything in his body language screaming ‘I want to run away’. “You- you need codes,” He stammered out. “Approval codes, from—”

“Don’t care.” Miles cut him off, giving him a brief glance at the goober. “Just start it. ¿Lo pilla?”

Peter nodded hastily and got to work, pressing buttons and switching levers as you made your way down to the Super Collider. There was a catwalk that ran from one side of the machine to the other, connecting the two mechanisms. If you got to the middle of it, you could jump off and into the portal once the Collider was at full output. Sure enough, its huge metal plates clinked and clattered as they slowly sprung to life.

This was it. You were finally going home.

Just then, you heard a thunk along with some choice words in Spanish, and looked over to the source to see Peter out cold on the ground.

“He got to the panic button!” Miles said, scowling to himself as he plugged in the goober, praying that this plan would work out in the next minute or so. Bubble-like particles appeared at the two points of the machine that faced each other, the noise it emitted now making it so that you could only properly make out what Miles was saying through your earpiece.

The Collider whirred and sputtered as the bubbles grew bigger and brighter, eventually bursting into two beams of light that met each other in the middle, creating one big sphere with a bunch of little bubbles going in and out of it and surrounding it. The sphere grew larger and larger until it collapsed in on itself, sprouting thin, curvy lines.

The thing grew bigger and bigger until it was about the size of a person, you could feel it starting to pull you in. You just had to wait for Miles’s go ahead—

Ow.

What the hell?

You were suddenly sprawled on the ground, something having tackled you at what felt like a hundred miles an hour. That something — or rather, someone — skid to a halt just a few feet away from you, dragging a hand across the tiled floor and leaving… scratch marks?

Scrambling to your feet, you crouched in a defensive stance as you looked over the newcomer.

There wasn’t a single inch of skin showing, their suit covering the whole of their person. The suit in question was mostly white, with some gray sprinkled in here and there. It reminded you of Eve from Wall-E or a Stormtrooper, maybe a mix of both. Strangely enough, the mask was just a blank slate; a sleek, white panel with no features or details, kind of like one of those LED face masks.

Overall it was kind of… boring? It didn’t inspire fear nor did it seem very imposing or something of the sort, which you’d think would be a priority for a villain organization. If anything it was bland, the only thing that stood out from the suit being its hands which donned gauntlets that looked similar to yours, but slimmer and more polished, more accurately described as gloves rather than gauntlets. They had claws just like yours, albeit they looked sharper, a bit more gnarled.

“Miles?” You called, your heartbeat quickening. “What’s going on?”

You heard a grunt from his end. You didn’t look to see what was happening, not daring to take your eyes off of your attacker, but you guessed that backup from Peter’s panic signal had arrived.

“What’s going on?” Aaron echoed, his voice slightly fuzzy. Before you could answer, your attacker lunged. You managed to doge a full on body slam, but they grabbed your arm instead, using it to flip you over their body and knocking the wind out of you.

You writhed as you hit the ground, managing to rip your arm out of their grasp and landing a kick on their ankle, causing them to stumble. You took the opportunity to get up and put some distance between the two of you, though you didn’t get far before the lunatic started chasing you. They jumped at you again but you turned around at the last second, and as you were pushed back with their claws digging into your shoulders you kicked both of your legs out into their stomach just as your back hit the ground, sending them straight over your head.

“Tìo, get your nephew, now!” You shouted, rolling away just in time to avoid a punch that landed on the floor where your head had been just a second ago. “It all went to shit, get him out!”

The pull from the Collider was getting stronger, tiny scraps like bolts and papers flying through the air and towards the beam of light. You raced back to the catwalk but were once again stopped by the 29th century Stormtrooper. You yelped as you felt something grab the back of your neck, sharp claws piercing through your suit and digging into your skin as your head was thrown harshly against a metal beam.

And just like that, you were on the ground. Again. What was this, like, the third time? Fourth? Great. Just fantastic.

I’m not even supposed to be here, you thought, grabbing at your opponent’s wrists as their hands wrapped around your neck, slowly choking you. They were stronger than you were, faster, clearly more skilled. What were you thinking? You’re not a fighter — you couldn’t beat them, not like this.

Why was the universe so intent on making you miserable? You were just trying to get home, maybe not die. Not dying would be nice. But no. You couldn’t have nice things, could you? Not your own life, not Miles, your own damn parents were happier in a reality where you weren’t in the picture—

A sudden surge of anger made you lash out. The universe could go fuck itself. You weren’t dying like this. Not when your ticket home was right in front of you.

Your gauntlet caught your attacker’s mask, knocking it off.

You knew that face.

It was the same face that looked back at you every time you looked at a mirror.

Well, not exactly, you supposed. There was a certain roughness in her features, the same as how Miles looked different from Miles. But you’d know those eyes anywhere. But they were… what’s the word, fuzzy? Unfocused? It was like her body was on autopilot while her brain was off in Hawaii or something.

The thing you did next could’ve won you the prize for ‘smartest dumb decision of the year’.

In all your oxygen-deprivated brilliance, you retracted your mask.

It might shake her, was your reasoning. It would confuse anyone to see a doppelgänger in a fight.

Or, you know, it could go totally wrong and she could punch your face in. But you were already getting choked, so, what was there to lose?

And it worked.

Her eyes shifted back into focus as her grip slackened, and you quickly shoved her — or is it you? yourself? — off, gasping for air. You could vaguely make out the outline of a giant scorpion-guy going one-on-one with Miles, who seemed to be holding out pretty well. He was favoring his left hand though, when usually he used his right.

“I— wha—? Where—” You heard from your left. Your alternate universe counterpart looked around the lab, her eyes wide and movements jerky like a wild animal on drugs.

You were about to say something when a loud buzzing came through your comm, which had evidently been damaged in the whole head-beam connection thing. Miles’s voice came through in broken pieces.

“Col— get..t— ov-rload—”

The Collider. The goober could only force an incomplete system to run for so long. Your time was up.

Wonderful.

A flash of blinding light came from the machine as it malfunctioned. The goober could only make an incomplete system work for so long. You were just able to get your helmet back on before everyone in the vicinity was pushed back in an explosion. Was that Aaron—?

After your temporary blindness wore off, you made out the aftermath, a high-pitched ringing in your ear as you dazedly looked around. The glass that separated the control area from the Collider had been shattered, the Scorpion twitching as he tried to get to his feet — did he have feet? Now’s really not the time — There was no sign of Miles or Aaron anywhere, which was either very good or very bad. You decided to believe it was the former for your own sake. A short distance away from you was another you, that one unconscious but still breathing, from the looks of it.

Grabbing your variant, you ripped open a vent on the wall before the Scorpion could take notice of either of you, shoving her in before following suit and placing the vent cover back on. You had to get out of here. Fast.

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 7- Miguel x Clumsy!Reader (Toys)

        It was a gag gift from a close friend of yours. Never had you thought you would actually use it. Staring at the clit and vibrator in one before you made you sweat. Today had been a really rough day and you meant rough. You had your ass handed to you during a mission earlier only to come back to your world to deal with Rhino being a complete ass to your favorite museum. That and Miguel gave you a lecture about being reckless, again. Needless to say, you needed a stress reliever. Something to get you off.

        Exhaling loudly, you slid your pajama pants and panties off. You were hesitant. You had never done something like this. You rather it be Miguel stuffing you with his cock, not a toy. Huffing your cheeks at the thought, you knew that would never happen. Miguel probably saw you as a nuisance. A Spiderwoman who always caused trouble. You couldn't help it though. You were still fairly new at being a superhero. Miguel was just a handsome jerk. 

"A sexy jerk," You grumbled.

        Finally finding the courage, you shivered as the cold vibrator entered your tight walls. You repeated to yourself that it was Miguel, which helped it slid in. Next, you attached the second part to your clit. It felt a little uncomfortable at first, but you got used to it. Right when you reached for the remote, your watch went off. 

"(Y/n)! We have an urgent anomaly, I need your help. Here are the coordinates." Miguel told you.

        You squeaked and told him you'd be on your way. Hurrying up, you put on your suit and grabbed the remote, thinking it was your phone. Opening a dimensional portal, you hopped inside, forgetting about the toy you were wearing.

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"Alright, you're all dismissed. Good work," Miguel praised.

        You must be dreaming. Never had he told you that you did good. Waving goodbye to the other Peter's, you decided to grab a quick bite in the cafeteria before heading home. You went to reach for your phone, only to realize that nothing was in your pocket,

"Huh? Oh no...Did I drop it in Miguel's office?!" You whined.

        Right as you went to turn around, you felt a strong buzz from below. Your body flinched forward at the sudden pleasure. Heat was forming fast in your suit. You let out a small gasp, remembering about the vibrator. It wasn't your phone you brought, but the remote! Leaning against the nearby wall, you whimpered wondering who found the remote. You needed to hurry to get it back, or find the bathroom to take the toys out before it was too late.

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        It was when Miguel had dismissed everyone when he noticed something on the floor. He jumped down from his platform, making his way towards the item. To his surprise, it was a remote. He wasn't sure what kind it was, leading him back to his desk. He summoned Lyla, asking her to scan the item.

"It's a vibrator remote." Lyla said with a grin. Miguel immediately tensed up,

"Who-No, I don't even want to know." He spat lowly. Lyla appeared in front of him,

"You totally know who it belongs too." 

"No. It could be one of the Pet-"

"There she is on the camera, you know you want to test it out~" Lyla cooed.

        Miguel grumbled lowly as he ignored his AI. His eyes were focused on the cameras before him, watching you skip your way to the cafeteria. He knew better. He knew he shouldn't, but you were just so clumsy. Ever since you first fell into his office, he had a soft spot for you. That soft spot started to grow into a desire. You were reckless. Sometimes he just wanted to fuck you until you learned your lesson. Until you finally listened to him and stayed put.

        Staring at the remote, he wondered if this was it. If this was his chance to teach you a lesson. It was wrong, but he wanted to see your face contort in pleasure. To hear you moan his name, begging you to let him fuck you. A low rumble escaped his throat as he started to get hard at the thought. He might regret this, but he just wanted to see your reaction. You were the one who did something so foolish, what were the chances that you were actually wearing the damn toy?

"Dios mío, lo es. (My god, she is.)"

        Miguel groaned lowly as he pressed on the remote. He watched as your body flinched forward before finding something to lean against. It was a damn good thing it was late at night. Most, if not, all the Spiders were in their own world. Miguel's fangs started to show as he bit his lower lip, stroking himself. He watched as you made your way to probably a bathroom. You were so clumsy. Miguel imagined that it was his dick inside you and not this toy. His dick harden at the thought. He wanted to watch you cum.

        Miguel looked away from the screens for only a moment to engulf himself in pleasure. Right when he did so,

"U-Um...M-Miguel? I think I uh, dropped something in here." Your voice trembled. Miguel flinched as he heard you, accidently raising the setting on your vibrator, "Ah~"

"Joder, esto tiene que ser una señal. (Fuck, this has to be a sign.)" He groaned, lowering the setting for you, "I did find something, do you realize how reckless this is?" His breathing was heavy, wanting to return to his high.

"I-I know, I'm sorry! I completely forgot-"

"That you were fucking yourself with this?" Miguel hissed lowly, unable to face you since his cock was still sprung out and hard, "That you brought it with you on a mission and dropped it in my office?!"

"I was about to use it! I never done this before! I thought I grabbed my p-phone." You whimpered as Miguel played with the setting again, "M-Miguel, w-wait-"

"You tested my patience long enough, cariño. (sweetheart) I'm going to teach you a lesson,"

        You let out another whimper as you tried to get closer. You went to web the remote, but Miguel caught your webbing inside. He pulled you towards him, looking down at your trembling form. He could smell your arousals. The wet slick in your suit was strong. He glanced down at your flustered face, observing the lust in your eyes. There was practically drool coming down your mouth. He turned to face you, watching as you stared at his dick,

"Suck it." He demanded.

        To his surprise, you did not hesitate. It was as if you were waiting for his. Miguel groaned lowly as he buckled his hips, letting you sloppily suck him. His thumb against the remote, slowly raising the setting each time he felt you slow down.

"Finalmente ser una buena chica. Escuchándome por una vez. (Finally being a good fucking girl. Listening to me for once.)" Miguel gripped the edge of his desk, feeling the urge to cum, "I'm about to cum, cariño. Tell me where you want it?"

"Mh-"

"Fuck, tell me without my dick in that little mouth of yours,"

"I-In here," You whined, leaning back as you pressed the vibrator deeper inside you.

        You were a mess at this point. As you were sucking Miguel's dick, you had reached your orgasm not once, but twice. You knew that Miguel felt you too, because he raised the setting on your vibrator each time you did. All you wanted right now was his dick inside you. To ravish you pussy better than this damn toy did. Another loud moan was forced out of you as Miguel raised a setting once more. You could barely take it.

        The vibrator inside you and on your clit felt like they were on fire. Your suit was drenched with your juices that it almost hurt to be wearing it. You were desperate for something bigger to enter you. Having Miguel's cock in your mouth made your mind wander as if it were inside your pussy instead. Trying to fix yourself, you laid on your back, spreading your legs for Miguel. Moans kept coming out of your throat as he just watched you struggle while stroking himself.

"Mírate, rogando por mi polla. Si tan solo hubieras hecho algo tan estúpido antes. (Look at you, begging for my dick. If only you did something this stupid earlier.)" He used his talon to rip your suit from your breasts to your pussy, "Vas a chupar ese juguete. ¿Por qué no le doy a tu coño algo mejor para chupar? (You're going to suck that toy in. Why don't I give your pussy something better to suck on.)"

        You were so fucked out to even know what Miguel was saying. Your body arched as the cold air hit your drenched cunt. Miguel bend down to your level, deciding to lick your body. You cried out as he poked the small vibrator on your clit. It hurt. You needed him. You needed his dick. Spreading your legs out more, you whimpered his name.

"M-Migueeeeel, pleaaaase,"

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked, toying with the remote. You raised your hips, feeling the vibrator burn hotter,

"Y-Yes!"

"What did you learn?" Miguel panted softly, feeling his high getting closer by the second. Your vision started to blur as you felt your orgasm approaching again,

"I-I will...ah~ will listen...to...to y-you~"

        Miguel muttered a good before turning the vibrator up to the highest setting. He had his cock between your thighs, rubbing himself against your dripping cunt. The vibrator giving him an extra push as well. The two of you moaned together as you both reached your mind blowing orgasm. Right as you did, the vibrator stopped working. Miguel chuckled lowly as he pulled it out of you, watching your juices spill all over his floor,

"Looks like I'll have to buy you another one," He panted, watching his cum rest on top of you, "Now, I think you've learned your lesson."

        You tried to catch your breathe, but gasped as you felt Miguel easily enter your abused hole. Your eyes nearly rolled back as he stretched you out and hit you deeper than the vibrator. You could barely hear what Miguel was saying since you were so blissed out. His hips pulled out before giving you a fatal blow. His cock hit your cervix, causing a ringing in your brain. Your throat started to hurt as you cried from overstimulation. 

"Así es, sigue chupandome la polla. Esto era lo que querías ¿verdad? Joder, mírate, un bonito lío para mi polla. (That's right, keep sucking my cock. This was what you wanted right? Fuck, look at you, a pretty little mess for my dick.)" Miguel slapped his hips into yours, soaking in your moans as you gushed around his cock, "La próxima vez que cometas un error, te haré suplicar por mi polla otra vez. Entonces te follaré como un estúpido hasta que aprendas a comportarte. (Next time you make a mistake, I'll make you beg for my dick again. Then I'll fuck you stupid until you learn how to behave.)"

        You arched your body towards his, clenching against him once more. Your vision blurred as your cam hard. Miguel groaned lowly, enjoying your lewd face. The cute little 'o' you made with your mouth as you cam for him. His cock covered in your white ring while he filled you up. Catching his breathe, Miguel stared down at you. You were so beautiful under him. Pulling out, Miguel fixed himself before picking you up.

"I'm going to make you a new suit, and get you a new toy." He told you, knowing full well that you weren't listening, "I hope you chose to not listen next time. I enjoyed this lesson."

        Now that, was something you didn't need to listen to. You were defiantly going to mess up again, and Miguel was going to have to teach you to listen again.

[ditzybat]

Jason prowled deeper into the tower, it was a struggle to get the speedy kid down, but after multiple tranquilizers (that could put a rhino into cardiac arrest) the kid finally managed to knock out.

He went over his monologue speech in his head, scanning his eyes over this, honest-to-god, pig-stye of a room (seriously, wasn't this supposed to be the meticulously organized Robin? Jason could barely see the floor before him). Finally, gazing out one of the large window panes, on the phone, was his target in his robin costume - sans the mask.

Tim mumbled a tired goodbye into the phone, seemingly exasperated by the phone call, he picked up on the words 'Bruce' and sneered from beneath his mask.

"You sleep in that thing or something Timmy? That's pathetic" Jason growls out from his place from the threshold of the room.

For his part, Tim spins around with a flutter of his ridiculous cape and a twitch of his muscles "Hood, I-"

Jason lurches forward, beginning his speech, counting the sequence of events like he used to in drama class.

"I was raised on the streets of Gotham." 1. Taking off his hood. "Trying to survive." 2. Tearing his clothes to reveal his homemade Robin getup, "Until Bruce took me in." 3. Cornering the brat, only a step or two away in arm's reach - good, "I trained -"

One thing Jason did not account for was Tim to make the first move and interupt his origin story speech, stabbing the side of his neck.

"Did you seriously just fucking stab me with a hello kitty knife?"

Tim has the gall to flush, "I told Cassie and Bart to stop tampering with my equipment, it's unprofessional! I bet Kon put them up to this!" he squaked, Jason reaches up and takes the knife from his neck, putting pressure onto the wound, and examining it.

"You could've hit an artery!" Tim gives a frog blink and sleepily grunts.

"Damn, which side is the artery on again? I don't really know my lefts and rights, I'm ambedixtrious."

"Do you mean dyslexic?"

"No I'm bisexual." Tim looks genuinely confused, a pout forming on his features as he squinted at nothing like he was trying to figure out an especially difficult puzzle.

Jason, with the pit madness slowly receding from his vision, starts to become a little more concerned.

"Kid, when was the last time you slept?"

"Monday."

"It's Thursday."

"Okay??..."

Jason sighs and picks up his jacket, slipping his pants over the tights and scaly shorts. "I'm going to stitch myself up, then I'm going to make you eat something - you're so itty bitty, like an 8 year old with a six pack - then you're going to take a nice long nap while I wait for B to come and I'll lecture him on the importance of keeping his Robin's alive and healthy."

Tim yawns and nods his head, sinking into his cape so he's just a bobbing head in the shadows.

[numbuh-1507]

After almost two years, I've finally finished this piece.

And by finished, I mean the first part. I really need to learn when to stop.

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober - Day 2 (Size Difference)

Reinhardt WiIhelm x Male!reader

The scent of burnt candle mixed with the smell of alcohol filled the air; it was clear that Hana had gone all out for her birthday celebration. You're sure the others are enjoying themselves, but you've never been the party type.

Your scene is way more calm and quiet, so staying near the back and watching the others socialize from there seemed like the best play for tonight.

But it seems like loud has a way of following.

Walking up beside you, Reinhardt hands one of the cups in his hands to you with a warm smile, "Guten Tag mein Freund! I thought you might need something to drink." 

The cup seemed to disappear in his big hand, his giant form dwarfing even yours as he stood next to you. Reinhardt watches as you take the cup, your hands making brief contact. At that moment you realized that these cups were rather large, barely being able to hold the whole thing in a single hand.

The old crusader leaned in closer to you, his arm brushing yours lightly. "I am glad you could make it tonight," he says, raising his voice over the loud music and taking a sip from his own cup.

"At least one of us is," you mutter, taking a sip of your own. Despite not putting any effort into projecting your voice, he seemed to have caught it.

You see a slight furrow in his brow at your words, "Ah, well…", he starts to speak, hesitating slightly, "if you do not wish to be here…"

He takes a big gulp from his cup, letting his gaze drift towards the other guests before focusing back onto you.

His expression turned serious now, "If it would make you feel better, we could leave early?"

Silence fell between you as you meet each other's gaze.

Feeling your fingers tracing along his stomach, Reinhardt couldn't help but let out a soft moan at the sensation, his muscles relaxing under your touch. His eyes were shut, head leaning back as he let you explore his body.

Soft whispers left his lips in German, too low for you to hear properly, though they sounded sweet.

As you grabbed his hand, pulling it up to hold your palm to his, Reinhardt opened his eyes lazily, watching as you examined both of your hands.

A small smile graced his lips as he spoke up, "Ja, mine is quite larger.", he says, sounding a bit prideful.

"Everything about you is larger," you huff, pushing him onto his back, eliciting a grunt from him as he lets you do so easily. "It's not fair."

He folded his arms behind his back, exposing his muscular torso to you fully. "Ah~ my apologies mein Liebling", he said in a playful tone. "I did not mean to be so imposing."

Chuckling, you climb onto him, straddling his chest.

Reinhardt groans, a light blush appearing on his cheeks, "And how does your Crusader look from there?" He asks, his voice lowering slightly.

"He looks...less intimidating," you mutter, feeling like those birds you see on rhinos.

Smiling softly, Reinhardt moved his hands from beneath his head to gently grip your thighs, squeezing them tenderly. He then moved one of his hands to your belt buckle, slowly undoing it while looking into your eyes.

A low hum escaped his throat as he worked on it, clearly enjoying every second of it.

As he finished undoing your belt buckle, he lifts your legs up with one hand, carefully sliding off your pants with the other, leaving you in just your boxers.

A soft sigh leaves your lips, a bit embarrassed he was manhandling you so easily. His eyes glance downwards briefly to admire your newly exposed legs before looking back up at you.

He hooks your waistband with his thumbs, motioning to pull them down. However, instead of doing it alone, your hands reached out to cover his, helping him remove your boxers with ease.

As they join your pants on the floor, he gives a small smile, grabbing at your hips and pulling you higher up on his chest.

Your face burned up as he did so, causing your cock to bounce slightly, dragging across his skin. Holding you firmly in place, he looks at your hard-on that was now a few inches away from his face.

Reinhardt leans forward slightly, his hot breath washing over your cock as he breathes deeply, taking in your scent. A shiver ran down your spine as he held you in place with strong hands, pausing for a moment before finally pressing his lips against your cock, placing a soft kiss on the throbbing shaft.

"Rein…"

Hearing you moan out his name and reach out to grab at his hair sent a jolt of heat throughout his entire body, causing him to shudder. He pulled back after placing a kiss on your cockhead, looking up at you.

"Sweet boy," he coos before planting another kiss onto your cock, followed by another, and another, peppering wet kisses across the length of your shaft. Each time he kissed it caused his already hard cock to twitch, precum beading at the tip.

He barely hears your little whines as he pressed his lips against your cockhead again, slowly parting them as he took you inside of him.

You gasp as you felt yourself slide into his mouth, your hands maintaining a strong grip on his head. A low moan escapes your lips as you struggle to stay upright.

Grunting at the sudden movement, he wrapped his arms around your hips, holding you close as he began bobbing his head back and forth, working your length in and out of his mouth.

Each thrust pushed your cock deeper into his mouth until you bottomed out, the tip of your cock hitting the back of his throat. He hummed softly in approval, the vibrations strumming through your dick as he held you there.

"F-Fuck," you whine, tugging on his hair a bit harder than intended.

His hands gripped your hips tightly as he controlled the pace at which you fucked his mouth, changing between slow sensual thrusts and slamming your hips into his face harshly. It wasn't long before his mouth became sore from all the movement, but he paid no mind.

"Rein, I'm gonna…" you moaned, tugging at his hair as you felt yourself getting close.

Reinhardt suddenly thrust your hips forward, forcing you all the way down his throat. He swallowed convulsively around your cock, triggering your orgasm immediately. With a loud moan, you cum down his throat, filling it with rope after rope of hot cum.

Once you were done cumming, he slowly pulled back, releasing your cock from his mouth with a pop. Cum dripped from the corners of his lips as he smiled up at you.

Pulling you down to meet him as he gets up from laying down, his large hand gripping the back of your head firmly as he crushes his lips against yours. You let out a muffled whine, your hands holding on to his chest as you open your mouth to let him in.

You could taste yourself on his tongue as it wrestled with yours.

Pulling away from the kiss, he kept his large hands on both sides of your face as he squished your cheeks playfully. "Mein Schatz," he chuckled softly. "You taste delicious."

Scumtober 2024 Masterlist

[anyplaceisparadise]

Friends

Geta cannot believe himself.

He shudders but carries on, walking down the hall of the palace as dignified as he can. He keeps his eyes forward and curses himself for not making someone else do this for him.

There is a pinch on his arm and he lets out a frustrated huff. Looking down, he meets the gaze of the small, fuzzy monkey he holds. She chirps and reaches a tiny hand up to him but Geta frowns and keeps going. He has no time for this nonsense.

But, he thinks he’s doing a good thing. He’s been…worried, to say the least, about Caracalla.

How many times has Geta told him not to allow his lovers to stay the night? How many times must Geta remind him? One, two, three, four extra people a night- people that have not been vetted, people that only want Caracalla for his status and wealth- have access to one of the two emperors of Rome. And Geta just cannot make Caracalla see reason about the dangers of allowing his chambers to turn into a play area worthy of Bacchus.

And frankly, Geta does not want to hear it. The moans and sighs and peels of laughter, shrieks of delight and cries of pain seep out through the closed doors and into the halls and ears of passing servants and slaves. Word spreads fast throughout the palace and even faster throughout the empire. And Geta does not need to deal with the fallout of that too.

So he rounds the corner quickly and hurries up to Caracalla’s rooms. All is quiet for now, but it is only noon. Usually, the fun does not start until evening.

Geta knocks hard on the door, wanting to make himself heard. He’s certain that Caracalla is asleep and his brother sleeps like the dead. He gets silence in response and so he raps his knuckles hard against the wood again.

The door creaks open after a moment, and Geta is faced with a tired looking boy blinking up at him. Charcoal and paints stain his face, something glittery is on his lips. Geta doesn’t give himself time to even question what it is.

“Out!” he orders, and shoves past the boy and into the room.

He looks around, scrunching his nose. It smells of sex and sweat, the incense smouldering nearby doing nothing to mask the revelry that has clearly taken place. All around him are empty amphorae, where the sickly-sweet scent of wine wafts over to him. Jewels sparkle as they lay haphazardly around, ready for anyone to swipe. Plates and trays are stacked around, covered in pastry crumbs and rotting fruit. Clothing is strewn everywhere, many pieces Geta does not recognize. On a table nearby he spots the remnants of what was likely a small mountain of crushed rhino horn, judging by the leftover white powdery dust.

He takes a step forward and freezes as the rug he stands on makes a squelching noise. Geta does not want to know what he just stepped in. He slowly lifts his foot and shuffles to the left, bumping into a body he hadn’t noticed, laying sprawled out on the floor. The person grunts and Geta groans, his blood boiling. In his arms, the monkey chirps again.

 “Caracalla!” he barks, looking around for his brother.

He doesn’t care if he wakes everyone in the room, he needs them out and to never return even if he knows that there is little chance of that. They will always return, even if it's not the same people. 'Friends' Caracalla calls them, but Geta knows that bodies are bodies are bodies to his brother. It does not matter who is beneath or above Caracalla when it comes down to it.

“Caracalla!” Geta snaps again.

Geta counts six people that he can clearly see, all in varying states of undress, all piled near one another on the mess of blankets and rugs in the centre of the room. In the middle of the pile he finally spots the familiar copper hair of his brother and marches over, the monkey in his arms gripping his robes tightly.

“Caracalla” Geta repeats for the third time, nudging his brother’s leg with his wet foot.

His twin lets out a sleepy sigh, stirring. Geta gives him another hard nudge, digging his foot into Caracalla’s thigh.

“Geta, joining the party?” Caracalla finally says in a raspy voice.

“Get up” Geta snarls, giving him a small kick.

“Ow- what are you so-” Caracalla groans, grabbing at his leg. He rolls to his back and Geta closes his eyes; Caracalla has no shame as he puts himself fully on display.

“Just- get up. Get dressed, get cleaned up. I have something for you” Geta says through gritted teeth. As if on cue, the monkey squirms and chirps again.

“What is that-” Caracalla mumbles, but Geta is already walking away, tossing a robe at Caracalla as he goes.

Geta waits in the hall, pressing his back against the wall. A servant passes him, her head bowed. Geta watches her as she goes, praying to the gods above that Caracalla hurries up. The monkey is getting restless, and he tightens his grip.  

The doors open a few moments later to his immense relief. Caracalla shuffles out, yawning. He’s half dressed, covering his manhood at least, and at this point that is all Geta can ask for. Caracalla runs a hand through his messy hair and blinks up at Geta. On his chest, Geta spots a few red marks, a combination of lesions, skin picking, and someone’s mouth.

“What are you waking me for? It is so early” Caracalla whines, tapping his bare foot against the stone floor.

“It is noon, brother, I have been awake for hours and you should have been too” Geta retorts.

He can’t help himself. Part of him understands that Caracalla is ill in more ways than one. He has always needed a gentle hand and it has always been Geta that provides it. But Geta cannot stop the feeling of utter disappointment and sheer anger at having to be the one in charge. The sane twin. One emperor ruling for two.

“Here” he says gruffly, and shoves the monkey into Caracalla’s hands.

“What-”

Caracalla looks down, taking in the little face that blinks up at him.

“There was a menagerie in the markets. It was… a gift to us, from some merchant. She is young, only a few months old” Geta says, sniffing.

Caracalla tickles the monkey under the chin with a finger and smiles.

“I thought we were not allowed pets, brother” Caracalla says, his eyes glued to the monkey.

“That was our father’s rule-” Geta begins and then stops himself.

The air in the hall grows thick and Geta takes a deep breath. Yes, their father had never allowed them pet animals and both boys knew better than to ask more than once. But their father was gone now, so-

“I thought… I thought it would be good for you. Something to look after. Because I will not, you must know this-” Geta says, breaking the silence.

“Yes” Caracalla says, but he does not sound as annoyed as Geta thought he would be at that news. No doubt he would find someone to look after the creature anyway, but perhaps he might take some responsibility, some sort of accountability maybe…

“His name is Dondus. Or her rather, I don’t know, it doesn’t matter-” Geta says, suddenly feeling awkward.

Caracalla looks up at him. His blue eyes are shiny and rimmed red, but he smiles. It has always struck Geta how their eyes are so different.

“Thank you, brother” Caracalla says, taking Geta by surprise. He watches as Caracalla wanders back into his rooms with the monkey, who has already climbed up his shoulder. Geta stares at the door for a moment and then turns, intending to return to his own chambers. He wants to wash off the filth of that animal-

“Hail Dondus!”

Geta stops short at his brother's yell, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Hail Dondus" comes a chorus of tired voices.

What in the name of the gods has he gotten himself into with this? A deep sigh leaves him as a round of applause erupts from behind his brother's door.

[milkcanned]

night in with the one piece girls

ft. nami, nico robin, boa hancock, nefertari vivi, tashigi

a.n: lol this is my debut. enjoy.

cat burglar nami

• first of all, you had to beg nami for a night in rather than a night out in the first place

• she loves to go out shopping with you

• but, on this night in, best believe you are being pampered.

• she makes the two of you various tangerine snacks for the night. tarts, dipping sauce, a cocktail, you name it.

• laying your head on her lap as she doodles away at a new map she's making

• or, resting your head on her shoulder to watch the delicate ink lines indicating the landscape of the island she's mapping.

• settling on the floor for a massage, which she is an absolute top tier masseuse.

• feeling her hands glide across your back, working into your tense muscles and easing away that low pain.

• her complaining that you're "doing it wrong" when it's your turn to massage her, when really she's just trying to hide that she's ticklish.

• setting up a bath together with her homemade tangerine body wash and soaps, it smells just like her

• her accidentally getting soap in your eyes and giggling while washing it out

• "whoops, sorry." she sticks out her tongue and gives you a wink

• cuddling with her in bed, tangled in each other's arms. her breath against your neck and that warm smell of tangerine

nico robin

• a cozy night in with robin is not a rarity in your relationship

• in fact, it's quite often the two of you relax in the comfort of home

• firstly, book marathon.

• just reading beside each other, enjoying one another's presence. maybe her head's in your lap, maybe you're squished close in an arm chair together

• a debrief on the books you've both read is a must.

• deep, meaningful talks about life, the universe, stupid things. the two of you could go on to each other about the terrors of life and not even lose sleep over it. and don't even think about doing this while high.

• "if a dog and a cat's upper body were sewn to together, how do you think it would expel waste?" ... "good question, robin. well,"

• sometimes you both flip through those "who would win" nature magazines and place your bets

• "the hippopotamus would definitely beat the rhino! they're quite vicious, you know."

• scaring your fellow crewmates by hiding under the hammock (you) and grabbing usopp's arms

• robin, of course, made hands to grab the remaining legs

• giggling and running back to robin as usopp screams in horror

• settling into bed as she makes arms to rub comforting circles into your back, arms, and legs.

• drifting off to sleep as the smell of book pages and lavender lull you

boa hancock

• a night in with hancock is actually much more common than expected.

• rarely does she ever leave the palace with you to favor a night on amazon lily's markets

• her pampering may be on par with nami's. she's an empress after all, and you're her consort.

• the two of you first take a luxurious bath with all kinds of bath salts, creams, scrubs, and shampoos.

• her products are strictly lily scented, it smells so much like her

• her long fingers gently working into your hair to fully cleanse and nourish it, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

• getting out of the bath to be dressed in a beautiful draping bathrobe, and being escorted to her room.

• trays of all of your favorite foods laid across the table in front of a loveseat

• the both of you taking turns feeding each other fruits, giggling like schoolgirls when juice runs down the other's lip

• "my! i think you have something on your face!" she chuckles and blushes, reaching out a hand to swipe at your lip

• having a couple's massage in the palace, hands entwined as you both relax parallel to each other

• climbing onto her lap as she lounges on her snake, salome. she's so warm and smells so sickly sweet of lilies and honey.

• drifting off to sleep in each other's arms, with salome loosely coiled around the two of you like a weighted blanket

nefertari vivi

• as much as vivi loves having a night out in alabasta's markets, a palace date suffices

• you better believe you're getting the princess treatment by the princess herself!!

• doing each other's hair in her room with karoo softly snoring on the bed

• feeling her silky smooth blue locks between your fingers as you style her hair

• being caught giggling and gossiping by igaram when he enters the room to drop off a tray of assorted fruits and snacks

• going out to the palace garden to watch the pigeons and doves as vivi tells you about her journeys with the strawhats

• a beautiful dove landing on your lap as she finished up her story, cooing as you scratch behind it's head

• "hey, this one looks like you."

• trying on her beautiful gowns, and her spinning you in the mirror to look

• heading out to the palace's pool to swim with the spot-billed duck troops

• splashing vivi, which results in you getting splashed tenfold

• drying off in robes as the two of you get ready for bed

• drifting off to sleep with her arms around you, karoo snoring softly at the foot of the bed

tashigi

• a night in is usually what the two of you get up to, considering there isn't much to do on marine bases

• smoker has no problem letting her take the night off

• heading to the marine mess hall to grab some coffees and pastries

• her letting you grab a sip of her hot coffee, and getting concerned when you flinch back

• "s'way too hot, tashigi!" ... "oh, oops!"

• letting her rant to you about swords and katanas, her flipping through a sword magazine and showing the ones she has circled in red marker

• sparring each other with wooden sticks, which she beats you at, landing you on your back

• tashigi then promptly falling clumsily right on top of you, glasses slipping off of her nose

• you pushing her glasses back up and giggling, which earns you a pouty and completely red in the face tashigi

• helping her clean her collection of blades, some of which were confiscated from pirates deemed unworthy of holding a sword

• "wow so this one belonged to someone from baroque works?" .. "yup!" she beams, blushing

• settling into bed with her as she takes off her glasses to sleep

•cradling her head against your chest as you both drift off to slumber

[ladyloveandjustice]

I mostly love season 3 of ATLA, but I wish we'd gotten like, one or two more episodes of seeing Zuko as a new member of the gaang. He got some individual time with everyone (except Toph so sad. But even then their relationship was pretty established), but it would have been fun to see the completed Gaang fight some random threat so we could see how Zuko would work with all of them.

Like bring back one of the season one villains- I vote the pirates (though I guess they wouldn't be a credible threat on their own, so team them up with idk the rough rhinos or some new one-off threat). since that would lead to the most fun callbacks.

-Toph would be really mad that they fought pirates and never told her. Then she would be bitterly disappointed that the pirates weren't as cool as she thought they would be. She'd also be floored to hear Katara stole from the pirates and be like "how could you not tell me you did something that cool! Why did you think you needed to pull a scam when you could have just told me that and impressed me!"

-Katara would insist that Zuko be tied to the tree and used as bait for the bad guys at one point and Zuko would comply out of guilt.

-Zuko would have to explain that Zhao hired the pirates to kill him and they nearly succeeded when they blew up his ship.

and Aang would be like "Oh THAT'S why you were all beat up. I always assumed Katara did that."

Sokka: Yeah, I was sure Katara just punched you in the face a bunch and slashed you with some icicles.

Katara: awwww you guys!

Zuko: Why are you so flattered by that?

-Hawky could return solely to fight the parrot while Momo looks on approvingly. And maybe bond with Zuko a bit in a callback to the pilot.

-Katara could steal something else from the pirates. Just for kicks. With Toph's enthusiastic support. Suki too. Girls supporting girls committing larceny.

-Zuko and Katara accidentally cancel out each other's attacks at one point during the melee and get into an immature argument Aang has to break up

-The pirates ask where Iroh is or mention him and Zuko gets all misty like

"you were right, Uncle...I couldn't see that my own ship had set sail...I even threw his pai sho tile away...just another sin on my list..."

"Zuko please focus"

Maybe it would have disrupted the tension, but I would have loved to see those shenanigans happen.

[quitealotofsodapop]

The incident with the Samhadi Fire, as well as Wukong's distraction of Azure being the turning point that allowed the Queen Mother to escape being killed alongside her husband, Li Jing himself being spared from dying at the Rhino King's hand by Wukong deciding to take offense at him and attack during the Journey, and many other incidents where Wukong had dome soem seemingly selfish or impulsive thing that ended up inadvertently saving someone often without them even knowing are all gathered together as evidence that this is a thing that happened. Mainly because the concept itself is so unbelievable to them that they built a whole conspiracy board to try to find the link to why so many fates got averted and they all led back to a certain monkey

Prev.

The Celestials connecting their avoided deaths and times Wukong was involved like:

Though many have a newfound paranoia for the Monkey King, others find a new appreciation.

Erlang, reading his Draft Scroll: "What on earth? Why does this say I died of old age soon after the Investiture crisis?" Erlang: (*mentally computing the dates*) Erlang: "Ah. Me and the Plum Hill Lads were given Lao Tzu's pills as reward for capturing Wukong. I suppose if I hadn't pulled that off, Uncle would have been content to let me die as a half-mortal..." Erlang, putting his scroll away: "Thank you, old friend."

The Queen Mother herself both thanks and damns the monkey. For although his actions saved her and her daughters, they still caused her to be forever separated from her husband. But she admits that she would have also torn Heaven asunder to secure her mate's health, as the King had done for his Warrior.

Li Jing is shocked of course. When the Rhino King had stolen everyone's astras and weapons, the Heavenly General was left unarmed. Had the divine beast decided to attack head-on, it was likely that Li Jing's mortal origins would have betrayed his body.

And its not just Wukong who's been unknowingly saving people...

Mei, deep into her family's draft scrolls: "Hey Pigsy! You want to see what your's says?" Pigsy: "Absolutely not! Knowing that kinda stuff just spells disaster." MK, panicked holding Pigsy's scroll: "BUT THIS SAID YOU DIED TWENTY YEARS AGO!!" Pigsy: "WHAT!?"

Yup, right there on the bamboo in white and black.

Twenty years ago, January 15. Kitchen gas explosion?

Pigsy scrunches his face with confusion. When the heck was he around bad kitchen equipment? He treats his restaurant like a temple!

Well... except for when he was starting out obviously He was a younger boar then, and a lot more pig-headed. He had wanted to open up immediately, no matter if the equipment that came with the building was decades old and could probably give him tetanus.

But Pigsy had ultimately decided to take a few weeks off and renovate the restaurant. it had been a huge hit to his pockets, but luckily Tang pooled his meagre inheritance together to help out.

Pigsy is pretty sure that Monkey King wasn't involved in all of that.

MK, super worried: "Pigsy, are you 100% sure that nothing weird or Monkey King-related happened on that date twenty years ago?" Pigsy, thinking: "Weird? I mean uh..."

Pigsy, trying to play it as normal: "I mean. I did have to do some baby-proofing, but nothing out of the ordinary." Tang, half-teasing: "Liar. I caught you crying at 4am on the kitchen floor, tearing up all the electricals because you didn't want your little piglet touching anything with a sketchy wire." Pigsy, defensive: "He could climb, Tang! And he chewed anything he got his teeth on! I had to put that bad-tasting spray they make for dogs on all the extension cords!" MK, quietly: "Did... did I help Pigsy avoid that explosion? When I was a baby?" Mei, supportive: "Well... you are Monkey King's mini-me. It makes sense that you inherited some of that changing course of planets and fate power!" MK, thinks back to the Pillar: "Oh."

So yeah. Monkeys of positive chaos, saving their friends and enemies with their presence.

[assjuice4ever]

Just another idea

-You don't look drunk. - Jason commented while getting back in the living room, surprised to see you awake.

-I can attack your liquor cabin if you want. -

-I pass. - He added before sitting down on the sofa, knee nearly touching your head while you were on the ground, ass on his comfy red carpet.

One time for week in the last 2 months you arrived home shitfaced, having had a wild night in a club or being in a horrible state after loosing money you didn't have in a bet and having drunk your weight in pure alcol by using somebody else money and instead of stumbling on the stairs, your lovely neighbour opened the door of his apartment so you wouldn't break your teeth on the floor or chocked to death on your vomit.

You usually slept on his sofa for some hours then have breakfast with him before going in your own merry way.

Honestly, you didn't love getting shitfaced drunk. It was a part of the job sometimes. But you started to have your weekly routine after discovering that somehow, someway, sleep in his house was more resting than in yours.

But today you didn't get messy drunk, climbing on the stairs as if it was a mountain. You had just few drink and arrived at home at midnight instead of 4 am as usual. But Jason opened the door anyway, he was sweaty and only with pants on, probably just out of some training. And he opened the door with a comment on how he had to jump in the shower, leaving you in his living room.

-So, no wild party tonight?- He continued. It wasn't like you two didn't chat at all. Usually in the morning, while eating breakfast you gave him a little run down of your night, to which he laughed a bit before letting you go upstairs.

-Nah, the mood wasn't right. The place was full of teenagers. -

-Well, aren't you a teenager? -

-Ehi, shut up, I'm 21. Not everybody is an old man like you. -

-I'm 22. - He corrected a bit snarky. You figured out that he was around that age but eh, you wanted to tease him just a little bit.

You put your head on the sofa, watching Jason Adam apple, the start of some beard that he needed to cut and was probably as smooth as sand paper, his soft lips, and his green eyes so full of life, they were always so soft and gentle. And you loved that little white hair lock.

Your hand went up to his chin, touching his beard. It was uncomfortable under your skin but you didn't hate the feeling.

-Maybe if you cut your beard, I'd believe that you are just an year older than me. Also the white hair, you are probably on your forty. - Jason snarked without moving your hand away. The green eyes fixed on you.

-I'm just wise as a very old man, but I'm way too pretty to be old.-

-Mmh. - You commented before letting his chin go. He was way too pretty for sure. You should have kissed him. Your hand was now again against your side. He was maybe too pretty for you.

-So, why there is a pretty young man always awake when I come in? -

-I'm not awake, you are just delicate as an elephant when trying to open the door. If a thief tried to get inside I'd probably sleep, but I'm stuck with a neighbour that sounds like a rhino crushing against the door. -

You laughed a bit. He was totally right on everything. He was pretty, and you were loud. You couldn't take your eyes away from his face, you wanted to bit his Adam apple and also his thighs and kiss his eyelids.

Jason was watching you too but then he took a breath -So what happened tonight? -

-Nothing much, I went away when I saw only teenagers but I heard some funny stories for the time I was at the bar. - And then you started to tell them to him and he laughed and you couldn't help a smile. He had also the prettiest laugh.