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__________________________________________________ Multi-Fandom, but badly obsessed with V from Devil May Cry 5. I like to draw my favorite boys. (and sometimes girls too)
Feel free to write sth weird in my ask!
Summary: Miguel want's you to be part of the spicer society. He's even inviting you for dinner to convince you.
Tags: romantic, smut
Warnings: foodplay (i guess),my first smut, semi public sex, not beta read
The smut has arrived!
Night lights passed you by, the breeze cooling your cheeks, drying the tears in the corners of your eyes. You heard the echo of his voice before you stretched a web and maneuvered yourself back into the air.
Your name.
He had never called you by your name before.
Oh, swinging through the air felt so good. Something you always did to clear the fog in your mind. But today it wasn’t your city, not even your dimension. Yet so strangely familiar, as if you had visited it in your dreams.
Or fantasies.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a sinister red glow, the rest of his features obscured by the cloak of night. He wasn’t lying, he actually was able to jump into his suit with the push of a button. An unfair advantage, since you didn’t wear yours.
And was he gliding through the air like a bat, spinning his webs like a cape? You didn’t even know he could do that.
But he was not the only one in his element. Nueva York's vastness appealed to you, giving you the opportunity to perform extended jumps, spinning in the air and using the momentum to catapult yourself further and further forward. Your webs were long and flexible, allowing you to swing and spin with ease. And although your movements looked effortless, they required perfect timing and control.
Warm summer air left a sonorous shiver in your ears, soft and steady, a soundless melody. It only existed in your head.
As you turned in the air, your eyes caught each other. He was wearing the suit without the mask, and his eyes were on fire. The distance between you narrowed rapidly, although you did your best to maintain it. Still, he was faster than you.
And you knew that very well.
Still, your little game went on for a while as you swung through the area. Lights merged into a swirl of colors, reminding you of the portals you had used to travel between the worlds.
Despite his massive build, he was graceful and light on his feet, moving with powerful grace. You couldn’t help but look at him, enjoying his skillful stunts. Your movements flowed into each other, creating a symphony that harmonized yet contradicted itself. At times, you were on par before he fell behind you, only to catch up shortly after. Sometimes you dodged him, sometimes you let him touch you. Just briefly, but long enough to feel the desire between you.
Finally, as a wave of courage overcame you, you maneuvered around him in a fluid, spiraling motion, intertwining your webs. So close that the tips of your noses touched. Your lips fluttered briefly over his and his eyes closed promisingly.
But the kiss never came. You used the moment to swing around the corner of the nearest building, and sure enough, he lost sight of you, landing on one of the rooftops below with a frustrated growl.
A growl that send a sharp jolt between your legs.
»Qué descarado.«
His voice was not one of frustration but of an undercurrent of hot impatience that quickened your heartbeat. Your little chase has left you quite breathless and with a strange feeling of crave. You stuck to the wall above him, slowly beginning to climb your way up without making a noise. But tiny little pieces of the façade came loose and fell to the ground, a tinkling sound softer than raindrops, but enough to immediately draw his attention to you. »Hey!«
»Shoot!« A nervous laughter made its way out of your chest as you used your webs to speed up your ascent. The scrape of sharp claws digging into the masonry below you.
Damn.
His claws.
You hadn’t thought about his claws.
»You’re fun, you know that?« His voice low and sultry, and his restraint clearly at its end. Where he had been almost cautious before, he now came at you with bestial force, and for a brief moment, the tickling sensation of fear ate through your anticipation. Miguel's powers were fierce, making you glad you weren’t his enemy.
Glad about it being just a game.
Nevertheless, you still tried to escape, but your webs thinned out with every shot until they failed completely. You had to climb the last few meters barehanded, and once you reached the top, you found yourself at a dead end. Not a very wide building, more like a vantage point high above the city. Without any more webs, there was nowhere left to go. Climbing down wasn’t an option either, as he had the advantage of speed and would easily catch you.
So you just ... stayed where you were, letting him win. This time.
It only took him a few seconds to arrive at the top, but he took his sweet time getting up and turning to you.
»Got you.«
Without saying a word, you stared at him, wiping the sweat from your brow. He, on the other hand, didn’t even seem out of breath, but his eyes sparkled. He wouldn’t let you escape again.
Like that's what you wanted.
Suddenly, you felt a surge of emotions that you didn’t quite understand. Was it desire? Love? You couldn’t tell but whatever it was, it left you with a strange sense of longing.
»... Got me.«
Without a warning, you threw yourself at him, laughing, while wrapping your arms around his sinfully narrow waist. The sudden impact knocked the air from his lungs, and the world spun as you fell headfirst into the depths.
His hands grabbed your shoulders as your lips finally met, but only for two seconds before you jerked to a halt again. His claws had dug into the wall, stopping your fall. The momentum sent you crashing into the building and he followed suit, pressing himself against you.
Your teeth clashed as he kissed you without restraint now, tasting of butter, wine and greed. You clung to his arms, just like in your fantasies, bringing yourself to ecstasy just thinking about that.
The faint taste of blood flooded your mouths as your tongue stroked one of his fangs. »Shh, careful.« He broke away from you, unable to hold back a deep moan. His forehead pressed against yours as he looked into your eyes.
»May I touch you?«
Oh wow, his voice was dripping with need. Feverishly, his tongue ran down your neck, catching your sweat. Your fingers clawed into his hair, pulling at it. »I won’t until you let me.«
»Fuck.« You couldn't bring yourself to say more, so you grabbed his free hand and eagerly guided it to your body, no less needy than he was. He responded immediately by sliding his hips underneath you, allowing your legs to wrap around him. His large hands slipped under your top, stroking your velvety skin.
You couldn't stop yourself from rubbing against one of his muscular thighs, thirsty for sweet friction. He didn't miss it, of course. Invitingly, he pressed his knee more firmly between your thighs as his hand cupped your breast. »Your sweet little sigh earlier at dinner -« his hot, moist breath caressed your ear. »I want to hear it again.«
You felt how his words soaked your underwear. You couldn't believe this was happening. Only he could manage to turn you into a mess with just by using simple words, but before you could savor it any further, he broke away from you again.
»What-«
Without answering, he grabbed you by the waist, threwing you over his shoulder without any effort. »Let's take this somewhere else.« His voice made you shudder.
He began his descent, his grip on you strong and secure. You didn’t resist, even though you were pretty capable of climbing down on your own. But you liked the way he could just carry you around like a toy.
»Look where we are again.«
Your journey had taken you back to the outdoor area of the restaurant. You giggled in surprise as he released you from his grip. Miguel had removed his shirt before chasing after you, and now it was waiting for him, neatly folded on one of the benches. This place took customer service very seriously. Even your dessert was still there, albeit a little sunken now. You licked your lips. What a shame to let it go to waste, wasn't it?
You turned to him, a playful smile on your lips. »You wouldn't mind if I finished my dessert now, would you?« Of course you would hurry, you didn't want to keep him waiting too long.
»Whatever you like, Cielo.«
He followed you to the table without breaking physical contact, standing close behind you. You took the plate in one hand, but before you could reach for the fork, he had already picked it up. »Let me help you.«
His free hand ran over the crook of your neck as he cut a neat slice of cake, bringing it to your lips. »Open.«
His voice, like salted caramel, brooked no argument.
»I can eat by myself,« you tried anyway.
»I know. You demonstrated that... perfectly.« His other hand slowly moved over your shoulder and down your arm. His lips at your ear. »I want to savor it again.«
There was no one else up here.
A shiver ran down your spine. Oh, he was really teasing you now. Not that you minded. You opened your lips willingly, allowing him to guide the fork to your mouth. His hand caressed your stomach, teasingly tugging at the waistband of your leggings. Your knees went weak, but you stood still, trying not to show it.
»Tasty?«
The cake melted in your mouth, but all you could focus on was his hand snapping your belt open with skillful ease. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. A traitorous gasp coursed up your throat.
He breathed in and out deeply, inhaling your scent. »Answer enough. You want more?«
Your tongue moistened your lips before you nodded and opened your mouth again. »Yes...«
»De nada.« A second bite followed and the process repeated itself with agonizing slowness. With each successive bit, his hand moved further down to the heat between your legs, until finally, halfway through the cake, it slipped under your panties.
He gasped softly as he stroked your slippery core, spreading the dripping honey even more. Whimpering, you clung to his neck. He hummed triumphantly.
»Delicious indeed.«
His voice almost made you swoon.
»You want a taste?« You asked with playful innocence.
His index finger slowly began to circle around your little bundle of nerves. You had to clench your teeth to keep yourself from making a sound.
»Not from the cake.«
Thank God there was no one else up there.
He took the plate from your hand, setting it back on the table. Your fingers clawed into the tabletop as he pressed against you from behind, hand back underneath your top, his bulging arousal in the small of your back. »I wan’t to make you feel good, Cielo.«
»Fuck...« It was hard to resist the urge to rub yourself against him. You turned your head to seal your lips once more. He immediately reciprocated with hungry passion, tilting his head to give you both better access as your fingers found their way back into his thick hair. Gosh, you loved pulling at it, making him growl. He responded by biting your lower lip, sucking it into his hot mouth.
His fingers, however, continued to circle oh so gently around you without actually dipping in. It was both frustrating and stimulating. Impatiently, you pushed your hips forward, wordlessly granting him access, but he didn't do you this favor. On the contrary, he stopped his movement, a smug smile tangible on his lips.
»Fuck! Miguel -«
Your voice broke in sweet despair, but you didn’t beg. You wouldn’t.
And there was no need, because the temptation was apparently too great even for him. He seemed to be taking far too much pleasure from this, resuming his caress and eliciting a relieved sigh from you. Unfortunately, just after a few seconds, he pulled his hand back and turned you to face him. You couldn't help but whimper at the loss of contact, and he seemed to understand. »Let's get out of here.«
Oh, true. You totally forgot where you were. That you could be caught at any time. He probably had just wanted to grab his stuff from here before you decided to enjoy your dessert.
Maybe you deserved to be teased by him.
He leaned over you, put your arms around his neck, and lifted you up.
»Cielo, let me take you to my place.«
His voice so low and dark. Nodding was all you managed as an answer, but that seemed enough for him.
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You didn't make it to his apartment.
Lights from moving cars passed you by. Pink and blue flood amidst the fog, barely visible through the lowered blinds on the steamy windows. You hadn't even gone a kilometer before he turned the car into a dark, deserted alley.
Now you lay on your back on the rear-facing car seat, his head between your twitching thighs, and two of his thick, long fingers buried deep inside you.
He had removed only the bare minimum of clothes to gain access to you: Your leggings were pulled down and the corner of your lingerie pushed aside.
He was a connoisseur, and he was showing it now. Whether it was his free hand caressing every part of your body it could reach, or his arm wrapped around your waist like a vice, lovingly forcing you to endure the overstimulation over and over again, or his fingers finally intertwining with yours, silently revealing how much he loved doing all this to you. How much he loved making you feel good.
He was strong. Much stronger than you.
His gaze glowed beneath the sweaty strands of hair hanging in his face, his eyes resting long and heavy on you, inhaling every twitching facial muscle as he drank in your moans.
It wasn’t about him. Not yet.
His fingers curled and drove beads of sweat on your forehead, hitting that one spot again and again, conjuring stars behind your closed eyes. His tongue circulating around your swollen, oversensitive clit and your juices wetting his lips.
He savored your pleasure.
Because he knew that’s what you wanted. At the same time, you were sure that one single word would be enough to stop him.
But this word was not spoken. Instead, a throaty gasp as your walls tightened around him once more.
»Oh god.«
Your moans made him curse, and his voice sent you writhing, an endless circle of pleasure and delight.
But both of you were not yet fulfilled.
He let go of you to finally free you from your clothes, his hands making short work of your leggings and underwear. As he bent backward, his lips traveled along your leg, from ankle to thigh, causing you to twitch delicately. Your giggles turned into a gasp when he wrapped his lips around your folds again, soaking up your scent and flavor. You squeezed your thighs reflexively, and one of your hands moved back into his hair, pressing his head even closer to you. Oh, you wanted his tongue to fill you completely, and he was more than happy to oblige.
You could hear his stifled groan as you trapped him between your legs.
It was too much and not enough at the same time.
»Mi ambrosía dulce«, he emerged again, his tongue making its way over your belly to your nipple while freeing you from your top, before he finally arrived at your lips. »I could do this all night.«
Your tongues entwined like your webs before, and he gave you a taste of your own salt.
Addictive.
Your hands tugged impatiently at his clothes. How unfair to be the only one naked. You wanted to taste the steam of his skin, to combine his heat with yours. He didn’t resist and pulled you onto his lap once you had undressed him completely, wrapping his arms around you again. He had made his suit disappear on its own.
»You’re gorgeous.«
His breath touched your ear, and you shivered, unable to deny how much his words affected you. Your hand wandered from his rock-hard, muscular chest over his happy trail until it finally brushed his immense arousal. He was so big that your fingers barely managed to wrap around him.
He hummed as he felt your touch, your fingers encircling him, and your thumb spreading hot precum over his sensitive tip.
»Oh yes, that’s it...« His rough voice filled with deep desire. It sent a shock all the way into your toes.
You wanted to get back at him.
For all the nice things he had done to you.
Without a warning, you leaned down, swirling your tongue around his tip, catching his aroma. You heard him hiss, clearly surprised, and felt his big hands digging into your hair.
»Fuck!«
Your hand slid up and down, wet with his lust and your saliva, while your lips wrapped around him. He was far too big for you to take him in completely, and yet you tried your best.
»Hey, fuck - slow down, slow down...« His voice sounded like he wanted quite the opposite, but he didn’t move, letting you set the pace. As a reward, you moaned around his cock, and the vibration made him tremble. How erotic to hear him like that. The desperate sound of his usually calm voice sent hot waves down the center of your body. God, how you wished you could see his face right now.
It only spurred you on even more.
But just as you finally managed to take him deeper, he stopped you. His hands grabbed your face as he slowly released you and pulled you towards him, licking the thick saliva from your chin and lips.
The sudden interruption made you gasp in frustration, but he didn’t give you much time for disappointment. His hand cupped your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he positioned himself so you could sit on his lap again, the pulse of his length between your legs.
His car was as big as your bedroom.
»Fuck, I-,« was all you were able to say, your head too clouded with lust. You looked deep into his red glimmering eyes, almost pleadingly. No words were needed to express your wish as you rolled your hips against him, that tender friction sweeter than the finest dessert.
His fingers brushed your cheek. »You sure?«
»Gosh, of course!«
The despair in your voice surely was music to his ears. Another teasing laugh from the depths of his chest. He kissed you tenderly, his hand still on your cheek. »Don’t worry,« he said now, while he moistened his fingers with a lot of saliva, inserting them to stretch you once more. Not that it was necessary, since you were still so wet for him. »You set the rhythm.«
Warmth flooded your chest. It was almost cheesy how much consideration he showed for you. Still, you were nervous about his size, and he sensed your concern, his hands stroking up and down your shoulders in a reassuring way.
It took you a few more breaths before you felt ready to lower yourself onto him. To your astonishment, he glided into you without much effort, making you gasp in delight. His long preparation worked so well that you literally sucked him in.
He grabbed the back of your neck, no less surprised, his chest vibrating with a deep rumble. Your own moan was unrestrained and almost obscene, but neither of you cared. You clutched his shoulders, waiting for a pain that didn’t come. There was only the delicious stretch as he slowly filled you, your walls so tight around him that you could feel every single vein of his.
He cursed in Spanish, softly and unintelligibly, before kissing you again, so hard your teeth clashed. »Fuck.« Hearing Miguel gasp your name made you clench around him. He couldn’t help but move, slowly, his body shaking with restraint.
Too slow.
You didn’t want him to hold back.
»Harder-« Your voice already hoarse, fingers tangled in his sweaty hair. You wanted him to lose control, to see him in ecstasy, to hear his senses leaving him until only one thought was left: You.
He said you would set the rhythm, so you picked it up. He quickly understood and adjusted to it. And it didn’t take long to make him snap. To grab your hips and thrust into you without restraint. Instinctively, you lifted your hip to grant him more access, and your lips once again sealed in a sloppy kiss, spreading saliva all over your chins.
Each thrust knocked the air from your lungs, your nails deep in his shoulders as you moaned his name while he wildly and uninhibitedly took all of you. His movements send ripples through your whole body, foaming back into your core. It was almost too much.
But never enough.
The air in the car was filled with the moist sounds of your wet, hot bodies colliding, frantic breaths and harsh moans, and the tangy aroma of butter and sweat.
»You don’t know-« his frantic voice caressed your ear, husky and full of passion, »-how many times I fantasized about you.«
How shamelessly honest he became in the grip of intoxication.
But you felt the same. »Me too, me too, fuck, I wanted this so fucking much-« Cleary, you were a mess, but you couldn’t stop yourself from spilling the truth so excessively. You didn’t care how embarrassing you might sounded.
A strangled, excited laugh escaped his throat, and he grabbed your chin, pushing his tongue between your lips. You felt him swell inside you even more, filling you with a tingling heat that radiated all the way to your curling toes.
Even your wildest bedroom fantasies couldn’t keep up with reality. If you had known where this was going, you would have surrendered to him much, much sooner.
Your voice, full of pleasure, spurred him on even more. He pushed you onto your back, supporting himself with one arm next to your head, while his other hand found its way back to your bundle of nerves. And, wow, in addition, his cock hit that one very special spot deep inside you, leaving you almost in tears. This angle was something else. Your teeth dug into the crook of his neck while his thumb caressed that sensitive spot again, and you couldn't hold on any longer. He smothered your scream with his lips as the climax swept over you like a storm, rushing through your body and leaving you shivering.
You took him with you. For a brief moment, his thrusts became uncontrolled, his hips wildly slamming against yours, before he spilled into you with a few long, hard movements. You felt him twitching deep inside, his hot seed filling you - and the screech of leather beneath. He had lost control over his claws, which were now tearing through the seat of the car, but when his hands found your face and cupped your cheeks, they were already gone again.
Only your ragged breaths interrupted the silence. You just looked at him, savoring the moment.
»... Is everything okay, Cielo?«
Slightly aching, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled his entire weight onto you. Now that you were slowly coming down from your high, you longed for his warmth. He came towards you willingly, joining your lips gently while he was still inside you. Your walls still clenched now and then, causing him to sigh softly. But eventually he slowly withdrew from you, leaving you with a sad feeling of emptiness.
Neither of you said anything. You’d already spilled too much anyway, but you didn’t regret it.
He bent to the side, fumbling for something, until he sat up again, a bottle of water in his hand. It was only then that you noticed how dry your mouth was. He opened the cap and handed it to you. You drank greedily in large gulps, but saved half of it for him, which he downed immediately.
Reality slowly seeped back into your consciousness. Cars roared past you. Colored lights flickered through the misty car windows. Shivering, you slipped into your top and leggings while he squeezed himself back into his clothes as well.
»... What now?« You broke the silence.
A sigh. He pondered for a moment, seemingly unsure what to make of the situation. »I can take you home.«
Wow, he didn’t even look at you. Disappointment coursed through your veins.
Did you want to go home?
His words from earlier came back to you. How he'd said that he wouldn’t lose interest in you. That he was drawn to you, and yet you were suddenly insecure again. Perhaps you had expected something other than to be sent home after this sensual encounter.
You didn’t want to go home.
But you nodded anyway, admitting defeat.
»Or ...«, suddenly his hand clasped yours. »You stay at my place.« A kiss on your palm and those cute little wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. »Which I'd prefer a lot more.«
Hopefully, your relief wasn't obvious when you nodded in agreement. »I had the same idea. No lectures tomorrow, so I've got a day off.«
He climbed back into the driver's side of the car and pushed a button to return your seat to its original position. You almost felt a little guilty as you took a quick look at the ruined leather. Almost.
»Good for you, but Anomalies never sleep. So I'll be busy.« He started the car, steering it back onto the road. »You could give me a hand, though.«
Oh right, the elephant in the room. Nervously, you scratched your temple.
»You still want me to join the Spider Society, don't you?«
»Correct.« A nod, almost business-like now. Kinda cute. When you didn't answer, he looked at you from the corner of his eyes. »...So?«
You didn't have to think too long. Your answer couldn't have been clearer.
»Hell, no.«
He grinned. »As expected.«
»Are you upset?«
»No.« He took one hand off the wheel and intertwined your fingers again. »Rather motivated to show you many more restaurants.«
A wink, almost mocking.
»And other cars.«
You bit your lip, your lower body tightening in anticipation.
»... Can't wait.«
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Thank you so much for reading! I wanna write more Miguel stuff. If you liked my story, feel free to send a promt via ask!
Your feet carried you through the streets of New York. After university you’d took a shower, jumped into clean clothes and refreshed your make-up. You were walking slowly, not too rushed, even though it was already five minutes past six. But you wanted to appear calm and collected. There was no reason to be nervous, you only were going to have dinner with him. To talk about business.
Right?
Nothing more.
If he showed up in the first place. To be honest, you could hardly imagine him being serious about today. Thinking that he would really spend some of his very limited free time with you. He wouldn’t actually do that.
Right?
Well, he proved you wrong. Even in the darkness you recognised him immediately by his ruffled hair and broad shoulders. He was leaning on a wall, his back turned to you. People glanced at him while they walked past, especially young women.
Did your stomach drop or your heart sink? You stopped walking, seriously considering chickening out, but he already turned around, looking right into your eyes. However he knew you where here, since you learned he didn’t have a spider sense.
After taking another deep breath, you covered the remaining distance beween you and him.
»Sorry for the delay, but here I am.« You had to tilt back your head to make eye contact with him.
He looked at you without saying anything, just as he did when you first met. As if he wasn’t sure what to make of you. But then the corner of his mouth tugged into the tiniest of smile. »I see you decided to join me.«
That made you laugh. »I see you actually showed up.«
His eyebrow raised. »Even on time.« He then pushed himself off the wall and started walking.
»… touché.« You followed him. »Where now?«
»You’ve got your watch, right?« Without answering your question he turned into an dark alley.
»Sure …« Standing with him in the darkness felt strange. But he grabbed you by the wrist, leaving you no time to think about it further.
All you managed was a brief glimpse of the portal, before you found yourself back in another city, in another dimension, just seconds later. »Ugh.« With your free hand, you braced yourself against the next wall, feeling dizzy. »I’ll never get used to this.«
He was still holding on to your other wrist. »Maybe you should practice more. It’ll fade after a few times.« His hand was warm. »Everything alright so far?«
Slowly, you moved away from him. »I’m good. Thanks …«
You looked around to avoid looking in his direction and realised that he brought you to Nueva York. His home.
On your last visit you barely had any time to take a look at the city. The level of sophistication was a little … overwhelming. The architecture in particular, how the cars traveled upwards to the sky. Plenty of films had tried to depict the future with their own visions, but reality was … better. More beautiful. Cleaner. You could hardly get enough of it.
»Well, shall we?« His voice snapped you out of it. He stood there, hands in his pockets. His gaze was insrutable. But he looked at you.
»Right. Let’s go. Where … where are we going actually?« You asked again.
»You said you’re hungry. I know a place.«
He led the way and you followed him, still looking around eagerly. Miguel stopped at a parking space, right in front of one of the cars. It looked a lot like the most modern cars in your own world, only... yeah, even more advanced. You stared at it, as he kindly opened the door for you.
»Hop in.«
Kind of nice of him. Couteous.
»Wow.« You were amazed by how unrestricted you could stretch your legs. Even Miguel’s impressive stature was effortlessly accomodated here. Your eyes took in the modern interior, the many displays and buttons. Pressing some of them seemed so tempting, just to see what would happen, but you kept your fingers to yourself, looking at him instead.
»This car is as big as my bedroom. A size smaller would have done just fine.« You said jokingly.
He smirked. »It’s actually the smaller model. I wanted something inconspicious.«
Now you snorted with laughter. That was too absurd to not be funny. »Why are we driving anyway? We could just swing our way to our destination.«
He started the car without turning any keys or pressig any buttons. He simply sat down and the vehicle seemed to identify him as the owner. »Thats right, but … I thought it would be a good opportunity to inaugurate it.«
»Wait, you never took it for a ride before?«
He looked at you sideways. »Well … actually not.«
That made you laugh even harder, and you were glad, because it took the awkwardness out of the situation, since he couldn’t help but to chuckle as well.
The car moved so smoothly, you didn’t hear a sound of the engine. There was silence for a moment. You watched colorful city lights passing by, but also took the chance to sneakily observe him.
He looked different today and it took you a hot minute to realise it was because of his clothes. Not his spider suit he used to wear when he visited you, trying to recruit you, sometimes hidden under a hoodie to avoid any attention. No, today he was wearing a white long sleeve shirt and slim-fit chinos. Casual clothing, but obvisouly high quality. He didn’t use cologne, but you sensed the odor of fresh laundry. Soap. Suddenly you understood why people were staring at him. He looked …
»Just say it.« His expression suggested that you hadn’t been so sneaky after all.
»Huh? What should I say?«
»Come on. You know what I’m talking about.«
Your face turned red, you felt it. »I have no idea.«
A sigh, while he was pinching his nose. »I look stupid in these pants, don’t I?«
»Uhm...« You shrugged your shoulders, a little surprised. Your cheeks were still burning. »No, you don’t look stupid. Rather unusual I guess. I mean, most of the time you’re in your combat suit, right?«
He looked down at himself. »Yes. To be honest, it feels strange not wearing it. Haven’t seen myself in casual clothing for a long time.«
»I think I know what you mean. But theoretically you could get into it at the push of a button, right?«
»If necessary, yes.«
Somehow you hoped it wouldn't be necessary today, but you kept it to yourself. Time to change the subject. »I'm really curious about that restaurant.«
»Still hungry?«
»I'm always hungry, actually.«
»Oh, you're one of those.« He smiled mischievously. »Just like me.«
He was a pretty good driver, easily weaving his way through the heavy traffic of Nueva York. It maybe took five minutes to reach your destination, but not without travelling on a road, that led vertically upwards. You couldn’t deny that you were enjoying yourself.
When you got out and looked around, your breath actually caught in your throat. What were you expecting, a burger joint? Well.
You could tell it was a high-end restaurant even from outside.
Suddenly you were nervous again.
»I’m afraid,« You began, scratching the back of your neck »I’m not properly dressed.«
»Dont worry, you look fine.«
He led you to the restaurant, his hand hovering at your back without touching you. Still, his gesture signaled that you belonged together. Your eyes were glued to the huge tree in the foyer, which stretched across the two floors of the restaurant.
Miguel didn’t even have to say his name at reception. The host took one look at him and immediately assigned you a table, apparently the last one that wasn’t occupied. You took a seat, still a little nervous.
»So ... how long is the waiting list for a table here?«
He also sat down. »Good question. I never make reservations.«
His answer made you smile. You weren’t surprised that Miguel O’Hara didn’t need a reservation. With his prestige and wealth he enjoyed the privilege to be admitted everywhere at any time. Good for him though. After all, he sacrificed a lot, not just for this city, but for ... the whole universe, as strange as that sounded.
While waiting for the menus, you looked around, taking in the interior of the restaurant. There was something exotic about the combination of clean design and natural elements, perfectly complemented by the warm lighting. It was a cozy place, yet ultra-modern and exquisite. Fascinating.
The menus arrived. You opened them and raised your brows. »Hm. Smart move to invite me to a restaurant where the menu is entirely in Spanish.«
He didn’t even look up from his own menu, but there was a hint of a smile on his face, ever so slightly. »Oh right, my apologies. Hadn’t thought of that. Would you like me to recommend something?«
You were convinced that he hadn't 'not thought of that'. It was all part of the game you played and he knew exactly what he was doing. Yet somehow you enjoyed it, so you went along. »Okay, be so kind.« Your voice was more playful than you intented. »Recommend something.«
Miguel replied without thinking twice. »They offer a lot of fancy dishes here, but personally I’d go for number 16.«
»Number 16...« You took another look at the menu. At least you could understand the numbers, although there was another word you recognized. »Oh, ist that... paella?«
»Exactly. A classic.«
An interesting suggestion. »I’ve never had paella before.«
Now he lifted his head and looked at you. »You’re in for a treat then. It may be a simple dish, but very exquisite.«
»Sounds good to me. I’m not in the mood for experiments anyway.« This whole situation was an experiment in itself and you didn’t want to make things even more difficult for you by ordering an exotic dish just to impress him.
The waiter arrived again, taking back the menus. Miguel placed the order in Spanish and you couldn’t help but listening to his voice. The warm timbre and the way the R rolled over his tongue.
What a sexy language.
You shook your head briefly to dispel the thought. He was really good at this game, you had to give him that.
»I ordered an 'Albariño' to match.«
You had to guess what it was. »...wine?«
He nodded, not taking his eyes off you. »Don’t you drink?«
»I do, but only on rare occasions.«
»I see. I bet you’ll like it. Albariño is light and fresh, so it does not mask the delicate flavour of the paella. Its high acidity also balances the oily texture of the dish.«
You stared at him, almost taken by surprise, before you started to laugh, a hand covering your mouth. »I’m totally sorry.« Far be it from you to be rude or even mock him, but you didn't expect him to give a lecture like that. He never had spoken so many words in one sentence before. »But you almost sound like an encyclopaedia. Did you memorise that to impress me?«
He tilted his head, blinking, before his eyes narrowed. »I just know about stuff I guess.« His voice had a defensive undertone, as if he felt like he’d been called out.
»I see.« You winked at him, clearly teasing him a little. »I’m still impressed though.«
Oops. Mentally, you slapped your forehead with the palm of your hand. How could you spill the beans like that? But it seemed to have an effect at least, because Miguel’s tensed shoulders relaxed again.
To your relief drinks arrived at that moment. Wine was poured with gusto and two extra glasses of warter were provided as well. You toasted in silence before you both took a sip. As he put the glass down, he continued to look at you intently.
»Verdict?«
The glass was still close to your lips as you let the taste sink in before nodding affirmatively. »A pretty good wine, as far as I can tell.«
He seemed satisfied. »Make sure to try it again with the paella.«
»I intend to. After all, I have to check what's behind your recommendation.«
Leaning back, you surveyed your surroundings once more. Too bad there was no place like this in your world. The way how design and ambience worked together, it was almost magical. And you still couldn't get over that huge, beautiful tree. Its lights reflected in Miguel's eyes. Only now did you notice that he was watching you as he continued to enjoy the wine. »Is there something on your mind?«
»Indeed. It’s amazing to still see human waiters and waitresses in future restaurants. I mean, even in my world, you can order food at McDonald's with the touch of a button by now.«
He laughed. »McDonalds...« The look on his face revealed that he was not a fan of this type of food. »You’re not wrong though. Most restaurants don’t have human servers anymore, only in selected establishments, usually for the upper class. Being served still feels ... romantic for many people.«
Again, he looked you in the eyes, his gaze almost playful now. »Sometimes it’s beneficial. If you know what I mean.«
Just as you wanted to answer, another waitress approached your table. Apparently out of the blue, according to Miguels puzzled face, as she served him a small plate with two empanadas on it. It wasn’t even the same waiter from before, but a lady with elegantly styled hair and high, clacking heels. That sort of shoes you could probably never walk in, superpowers or not.
»A little treat from the house.« Her voice was pure velvet.
Miguel just blinked. »Thanks?«
The lady disappeared again, her hips swinging. You giggled to yourself. »Everyone seems to know you are into empanadas.«
»Hm.« He just raised his shoulders, but couldn’t resist fishing an empanada of the plate. »Rumors are spreading. And they seem to hope for a good tip.« He pushed the plate towards you, wordlessly offering you the other one.
In your opinion, the lady was hoping for something entirely different. But Miguel didn’t even glanced at her, even though she was quite attractive. Heat crawled under your skin at that realisation.
You picked up the other empanada, too tempted - and hungry - to ignore it. As you took a bite you couldn’t suppress a silent sigh. The crust was incredibly buttery and flaky, the tender filling melting in your mouth. »Wow. Well, this definately beats McDonalds.«
He nodded affitmatively. »Yeah. Same with the ones from my cafeteria.«
»I never had those, so I don’t know.« You leaned back, wine glass on your lips again.
»As I said, you should visit more often.« He winked at you. Little wrinkles formed in the corners of his eyes as he smiled.
The heat kept crawling into your cheeks. You shifted your position on the chair, before taking another sip of wine. »Maybe I’ll do.«
At that moment the food arrived. They really didn’t want to keep anyone waiting here and you appreciated that.
The waiter proudly presented a huge pan, which contained their meal. Miguel nodded approvingly.
»Parece delicioso.«
With a bow of his head the waiter started to place the dish on two plates. A delicious aroma wafted over to you as you watched the procedere with fascination. When you were alone again, you looked at Miguel, kind of confused.
»Is this form of serving normal?«
He on the other hand didn’t seem the least bit surprised about it all. »Yes. An old tradition. You compliment the dish to show appreciation.«
Your upper lip curled. He really didn’t leave abything to chance today and that felt good, because it made you feel special. That he did that maybe to make a real impression on you. »Thats ... wholesome, actually.«
He poured you more wine before making an inviting gesture towards your plate. »Dig in. Before it get’s cold.«
You started to eat, hesistantly at fist but your shyness vanished in an instant. »Oh my gosh ...!« Your eyes closed and you paused for a moment to savour the taste. With each bite, the rich and savoury flavour of the rice filled your mouth, the vegetables provided a crisp contrast and together they created an almost sinfully decadent symphony. It was so good, you couldn't help but sigh as you licked your thumb clean without even realising it.
He really hadn’t promised too much and you could almost feel his smug grin, but when you raised your head you were proven wrong. He was sitting there, fork in hand, not moving at all. There was no smile on his face.
He was staring at you.
At your lips.
»Oh, I-,« you cleared your throat. How rude of you. »I couldn’t keep it together for a moment, I’m sor-«
He interrupted you by raising his hand and pointing to your glass. »Don’t apologize.« His voice was ten shades darker all of a sudden. »Taste the wine with it.« Oh yes, he seemed eager for you to try it together.
So you did and ... »Wow, I didn’t think it could get any better.«
Now he started to finally eat as well, after seemilngly waiting for your reaction. You wondered if you had reacted the way he intented. He seemed pleased, as far as you could tell. »I’m glad you like it. Told you you’d be thrilled.«
»I don't think I've ever been as satisfied as I am right now.«
»Oh, is that so?« It was only when he asked that you realised how indecent your words could be interpreted.
»Gosh.« You desperately tried to hide your red face behind your hand.
He just chuckled, a hum from the depths of his chest. He managed to tease you without saying a word, his eyes shimmering with intelligence and amusement. You couldn't even be angry with him as you took another sip of wine.
It was pretty warm in here.
For a moment, you devoted your full attention to the food in front of you, which got better with every bite. Every now and then you closed your eyes in pleasure, but Miguel would not hear another sigh like the one before. You denied him that victory.
He was silent too, but not in an awkward way. For the first time you didn’t feel the urge to bridge unpleasant silence with stupid phrases. It was pretty relaxed. How refreshing.
If only your spider sense didn't keep activating. Eventually, you could no longer ignore it. Lifting your head, you quickly recognised the cause, as some faces quickly turned away from you.
You lowered your fork, searching for Miguel’s gaze. »Have you noticed?« you asked, lowering your voice.
»What do you mean?« Unconsciously, he leaned forward so he could hear you properly. You caught his scent again.
»People are watching us. Is that normal? You are quite the famous person here, aren’t you?«
He smiled with composure, as if none of this was news to him and it probably wasn’t. You could hardly imagine his actions going unnoticed in this city.
His eyes wandered briefly around the vast space of the restaurant before they came back to rest on you. »They do. But to me it seems they’re mostly looking at you.«
You tilted your head in confusion. »Why would they do that?«
»Well«, this time it was his turn to lower his voice and for you to lean closer. His smile turned gentle. »they’re wondering who you are. And why you’re here. With me.«
You blinked, in fact wondering about that as well. After all, he had brought you here to talk about work. But not a single word has been said about it until now, rather the contrary. You had mainly talked about personal things that had nothing to do with business and completely ignored the fact that he was actually trying to convince you to become a member of the Spider Society. Your mouth went dry.
What did that mean?
Did it mean anything at all?
»Uh, is that so unusual?« You tried not to let your racing thoughts show.
His brow raised, as if it was obvious to him. »People love gossip. And they wonder, ...« His voice dropped even lower. »... if we are on a date. Wouldn’t that be interesting?«
With a jerk you went back into a straight position, your eyes wide open. When you reached for your glass of wine, your hands were sweaty. »Absurd thought, isn’t it.«
»No.« was his simple reply and never before had a single word such an effect on you.
You quickly took a deep sip of wine and washed the whole glass of water down with it. Had they turned up the heating or why were you so unbelievably warm?
»Hey. Don’t let it stress you out.«
Wow, great. You couldn't hide how nervous you suddenly were. But he wasn't teasing you. He had leaned back too, his hand still resting on the centre of the table where it had almost touched yours.
You poured yourself more wine, far more than was polite, but you needed that now.
Did you want this to be a date?
As if someone had heard your silent cries for help, the waiter arrived just at the right moment.
»I hope you are satisfied with everything. May I offer something else? Dessert maybe?«
The waiter looked at you, but it was Miguel who answered. »San Sebastians Cheesecake.«
»An excellent choice. I’d recommend you to enjoy it at our outdoor area. The view is outstanding.«
You said nothing, but Miguel nodded. »Thank you, we will do. Please send the bill as well.«
Fresh air seemed to be a very good idea actually. But first you had to pay for your meal. Als the waiter disappeared you dug your wallet out of your bag. Just as you were about to pull out some money, Miguel grabbed your wrist again.
»Please.« You looked at his hands, then into his eyes. There was no trace of arrogance in them. His gaze was ... gentle. As warm as his touch. »Let me handle this. It was an invitation, after all.«
Was it? It was you who had suggested it in the first place. Still, you nodded. He seemed eager and you didn’t want to spoil the mood any further.
He let go of you, still smiling. »What if you go ahead upstairs? I’ll be right up.«
You returned his smile. »Alright.«
You would have preferred to just swing your way up by using your webs, but people were still watching you and you didn’t want to make things worse. So you took the staircase while Miguel took care of the bill.
The restaurant was one of the highest points in the city and the view was breathtaking indeed. Nueva York was beautiful, in a scientific way. But in the darkness of the night, it’s lights shone in the brightest colors. They danced through the sky, a sea of gentle waves. Nobody was up here, you were alone. You put the empty wine glass down on one of the tables.
A warm summer breeze fluffed up your hair als you leaned against the balustrate, taking a deep breath.
Was this what a business dinner looked like?
Probably not.
You no longer knew whether this was really just a game.
»Hey.«
You turned around, hearing his voice. He was standing there, holding a plate with an elaborately arranged piece of cheesecake. »You good?«
»Yes.« You turned around again, letting your eyes wander over the panorama of the city. You heard him put the plate on the table where you had put your glass before.
Nobody was up here.
Just you, him and the nervous tingling in your stomach.
He didn’t move, maybe sensing you being on edge for whatever reason. You didn't want to let him win.
Even though he had already won.
»It’s ... really nice here.« At least your voice didn’t tremble. Good. »Do you come here often?«
You couldn’t avoid his gaze forever, so you turned back to him.
He shook his head, before he approached you and leaned against the balustrate next to you. The moment was silent while he also took in the view. »No. I’m usually too busy.«
»Yeah. Saving the multiverse and what not, right?« You watched him carefully. Although he still had circles under his eyes, he seemed pretty relaxed today. No grinding jaws, no furrow between his brows. As if he did not have this heavy responsibility weighing on his shoulders.
»It’s exhausting, isn’t it?« You asked.
He was silent again, seemingly brooding. »Yeah. But I know I have to do it. I’ve given up too much to stop now.« You shivered while hearing his words. He turned his head back to you and again you could see the tiny wrinkles around his eyes as he smiled. »The break is welcome, however.«
Just now you noticed that Lyla hadn’t checked with him once this evening. Usually she appeared above his shoulder every now and then, to keep him updated and informed about new anomalies.
Was this what a business dinner looked like?
You had so many questions, but only one made its way over your lips. »But I thought thats why we’re here. To talk about work.«
He chuckled again. »The gawkers down there already talked enough about us. The fact that I’ve been seen with somebody will spread like wildfire.«
Apparently he really never went out, espacially not with a woman. Your heart was pounding in your throat, but you kept your cool. »Aren’t you worried that this will ... I don’t know, damage your reputation or something?«
Now the furrow did appear between his brows. »Why should I be afraid of anything like that?«
»I don’t know.«
»Listen.« Now he turned his full body towards you. »You sound surprised, even though you shouldn’t. You seem to underrestimate your abilities. And yourself.«
»How would you know that?«
He pinched his nose, but he didn’t seem annoyed. Rather ... unsure of himself. »Okay, this is going to sound weird, but I’ve been watching you.«
»Huh?«
»I know! Listen, please. I have insight to all universes and I’ve been following your activities ever since I found out about Spider-Woman’s existence on your world. Your skills and your commitment to protecting others are very impressive.«
You couldn’t stop a deep blush creeping into your cheeks again. Of all the things you have expected, this wasn’t one of them. After all you were just doing your job. »I, uhm ... thank you. But I just do what needs to be done.«
»Perhaps. But your ability to strike fear into the hearts of your enemies and at the same time give hope to those you protect is remarkable.«
»I-« you didn’t have the words. You’d never thought of it like that before. »That’s the reason you want me to be part of the Spider Society, isn’t it?«
»I’m not just interested in your powers, I’m interested in you as a person.« His eyes widened as he finished his sentence, apparently this thought was not meant for your ears. He rubbed the bridge of his nose again, looking kind of defeated. »Okay, I said it. And I can’t take it back.«
You just stared at him. »Why...? I don’t understand.«
What a surprising turn of events.
He inhaled and exhaled quickly. »Because ... Because it wasn't just during the rescue missions that I was watching you.«
The realisation struck you like a truck. Suddenly everything made sense. How he always seemed to know when you took your lunch break. Or why he texed as soon as you picked up your smartphone. He had actually been watching you, not just in your imagination.
Cold sweat broke out of your forehead as soon as you realized the whole meaning behind that knowledge. What else he might have seen. Your little secrets, that no one else knew about.
Days you spent alone in your flat, crying. Days passing without you speaking to anyone. No one who came visiting you. No phone calls. Just messages. Messages from him.
And the smile in your face when he got in touch.
The way your hands wandered over your sensitive spots when you thought of him in the darkness of your bedroom.
The idea of clinging to his strong arms, while he thrusted into you relentlessly.
Did he hear you moan his name?
Oh god.
You tried to pull yourself together, but the thought of him watching you inevitably made your core clenching around nothing.
But he continued to speak, seemingly oblivious to your racing thoughts. »I know I sound like a total creep, but I never violated your privacy. Once you stepped into your appartment, I left you alone.« There was vindication in his voice.
He didn’t want you to think badly of him.
You didn’t. Most of all you were curious now. »But why did you watch me all the time?«
He ran his hand through his hair, ruffling it even more. »Because I wanted to know why you wouldn’t join my cause. It was the first time someone declined and ... I’m not used to it. Neither to beg.«
»But you did beg me.« Your eyes caught each other and you could see his tiredness in them. The same tiredness you saw every time you looked in the mirror. »Why?«
»Because I enjoy our little game. And I know you do as well.«
You felt like missing a step. Your stomach jumped. You turned away so he couldn’t see the expression on your face. »I don’t know what to say.«
A few seconds passed. Silence reigned, only interrupted by the hustle and bustle of the city below you. Finally, you felt him approach you, placing one hand on your shoulder. Oh, how warm it was. »You don’t have to say anything. I just want you to know that I see you. The real you. Because I know what it’s like to be alone.«
Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t answer. Tears were dwelling up your eyes. He was right. You were lonely. Turning a blind eye to this did not change anything.
What would happen if you decided to join the Spider Society?
Sure, you’d meet new people. You would probably make friends.
But your little game would inevitably end and so would his messages and spontaneous visits.
»I know what you’re thinking.« He was close enough for his chest to touch your back, sending shivers down your spine. »You think if you join the Spider Society, I'll lose interest in you.«
You exhaled, breath trembling. Were you an open book, easy for him to read? Or was there much more empathy lurking beneath his stoic façade than he was allowing anyone to see?
»I won’t. Unless you want me to stop.« He whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky, as if he was fighting himself. Now both hands were on your shoulders, moving slowly up and down your arms. »I’m just too drawn to you.«
With a jerk, you turned around and raised your head to look at him. You wanted to cry, but also not. Your chest was burning from the inside. »Maybe the gawkers are right.«
He tilted his head, a little taken aback at the sudden change of your bahavior. »Right about what?«
You made a leap to sit on the balustrate, now almost at eye level with him and a hundred yards of nothingness behind and underneath you. »Maybe it was a date after all.«
His eyes softened, as he came even closer, supporting himself with both arms left and right of you. His forehead made contact with yours and his warm breath met your lips. You could feel his heart beating wildly. Or was it your own?
His hand found its way to your cheek and you nuzzled into it, finally giving in to your desire to be touched by him. His lips brushed against yours.
When you opened your eyes again, your gaze was playful. A silent challenge spoke out of them. »I’m not going to let you win that easily.«
He just looked at you, his eyes clouded with desire, but also a little confused.
»Is that so?« He asked, in the same teasing way as before.
Without warning you pushed him away with the help of your spider powers. Not much force, just enough to break the contact between you two.
»Catch me.«
»Hey!« His eyes widened and he called out your name as you let yourself fall into the dancing city lights. You eyes lit with teasing mirth.
Your smartphone vibrated with an incoming text message. You never bothered to actually save the number, not that it was neccessary. Only his number would appear on your screen in sutch a glitchy way.
- 5̵̝̀͘ṕ̸̟͝1̴͇̓̎d̴͇̭̆͝3̷̘̠̑͝r̶͖̀m̷͔̖̅̓4̴͈̌̕n̶̝̟͛2̸͕̋͌0̵̩̲̅̓9̴̠̂̃͜9̵̘̠͌̈ -"Changed your mind already?"
-- OR --
Miguel O'Hara really wants you to be a part of the Spider Society. So much that he's willing to take you out for dinner.
[NSFW in chapter two.]
Hope you'll like it!
Your smartphone vibrated with an incoming text message. You never bothered to actually save the number, not that it was neccessary. Only his number would appear on your screen in sutch a glitchy way.
- 5̵̝̀͘ṕ̸̟͝1̴͇̓̎d̴͇̭̆͝3̷̘̠̑͝r̶͖̀m̷͔̖̅̓4̴͈̌̕n̶̝̟͛2̸͕̋͌0̵̩̲̅̓9̴̠̂̃͜9̵̘̠͌̈ -
"Changed your mind already?"
You rolled your eyes while tucking your smartphone back into your hoodie without replying. The lecture was more important. No time for him, he could wait - although he certainly didn't like the idea. But you were busy.
Not that it mattered to him, or that it would stop him at all. This little game had been going on for a good two weeks now. And there was no sign that he would change his mind any time soon.
The thought tugged at the corner of your mouth. You had to admit that you felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Attention from someone like him - it felt good. Even if you still couldn't figure out why he was so interested in you of all people. After all, you didn't really stand out, considering how many superheroes were part of the Spider-Society at this point. Hundreds, if not thousands.
And yet he seemed to want you to join at all costs.
- -
It's always the same story - and yet somehow different. You were bitten by an radioactive spider and since then your life has changed dramatically. You have used your newfound abilities to perform heroic deeds. Defeating villains, saving people's lives, getting the neighbour's cat out of the tree - the typical life of Spider Woman. For a long time, you thought you were the only one.
Until before two weeks ago. Once again, New York has been under attack. However, something seemed to be significantly wrong with this villain. He looked - strange. Of course, all villains always looked kind of strange, but in this case it was difficult to look at him at all. The air around him seemed glitching, a rainbow dance of thousands of particles, as if reality was being torn apart wherever he was. The sight burned your eyes as they were unable to process what was happening.
As you made your way to the scene of crime, using your webs to swing between the tall buildings of New York, you noticed someone had already taken up the fight. Your mouth fell open, hidden beneath the mask of your suit. Even in the midst of the chaos, you recognised certain ... parallels to yourself. His battle suit was almost identical to yours - and yet somehow different. He was clinging to the villain, who was trying with all his might to shake him off. Although he was concentrating on the fight, he seemed to sense your presence rather quickly. His head jerked towards you, and you saw his eyes narrow beneath his mask.
"Who the hell are you?" He shouted through the commotion.
"Well I could ask you the same?" You shouted back. "Who the hell are YOU? And why are you wearing my suit?"
"What?! Okay, listen -" The stranger was hurled by the villain, but he managed to weave a spider web mid-air - a bloody red glowing spider web! - and temporarily immobilize him.
"- two of us could do it faster. So if you would be so kind -"
He didn't have to say much more to convince you to help. And indeed, the battle was quickly won. Both of you were able to communicate without saying much. As if you were finishing each other's sentences. Only in terms of the fight, of course. You wondered if it had something to do with your spider senses. It seemed the only logical explanation.
You watched in amazement as he finally made the enemy disappear with the help of a strange watch on his wrist. Suddenly there was silence. You stood opposite him and he was the first to remove his mask, revealing an angular face. And damn it, he was... tall, although his whole posture seemed a little slumped - like he hadn't slept properly for years. His gaze, however, was alert and piercing, the brown of his eyes shimmering almost reddishly in the setting sun.
"I was unaware of Spider-Woman's existence on this earth." His voice was curious and he seemed not confused at all about the whole situation.
Unlike you. "What do you mean?"
"When were you bitten?" He didn't answer your question. But obviously .... this guy knew about some things. And he kept looking at you, his arms crossed. Demanding an answer.
".... about six months ago."
"Hmph."
Suddenly a small, flickering hologram of a young woman appeared over his right shoulder. Her hair was brown and tousled, kinda like his, and a pair of funny sunglasses with heart-shaped lenses was sitting on her nose. "Like hell you know about all the activities in every dimension, Miguel!" Her voice was pure mischief.
"Piérdete." He wiped the hologram away with his hand.
You just stood there and watched, still too bewildered to process anything what had occured the last ten minutes.
"Where -" You began. "Where did you send the villain?"
A sigh. "It's complicated." He kept looking at you, prompting. "Perhaps I'll reveal more if you show me your face."
You complied with his request, finally taking your mask off. He raised one eyebrow and tilted his head, as if he wasn't sure what to make of you.
You felt yourself shrinking under his gaze.
Nevertheless, he told you everything. Or rather, he just put another of those watches on your wrist and suddenly your body was torn away from the city and hurled through a thousand dazzling colours. When you opened your eyes again, barely managing to keep your last meal inside you, you found yourself in a place you had never visited or heard of before.
A giant building in a city that was similar to your home - and yet somehow different. Nueva York, Earth-928, a place that was impossible to exist.
But maybe it wasn't. He explained that you had just travelled through time and space. He told you about the thousands of different dimensions with their thousands of different spider-heroes and spider-villains. About the anomalies, about the canon. And the task he had set himself: Keeping the universe in balance with help of the big spider society. Basically any spider- men or woman he could get. He sounded monotonous, almost bored, like one of your professors, as if he had rattled off this lecture hundreds of times before.
That was probably the truth.
He ended with an offer: He wanted to recruit you. New reinforcements for his team, to fight anomalies, maintain the canon, that sort of thing. And with the question of whether you were willing to follow him.
And with all this information and your newfound knowledge of the hidden, mysterious parallel universe and the dangers it holds, your answer couldn't have been clearer:
"Hell, no!"
- -
That should have been the end of the story, but it wasn't. Although he'd sent you back to your own world, he'd refused to take back the strange watch that made these unnatural journeys possible in the first place. As an... offer to return to Nueva York if you changed your mind, so to speak.
You didn't. You wouldn't. You still hadn't processed all that information. That your world wasn't the only one, that there were a thousand other universes - probably a thousand other YOUs. And it scared you. You wanted nothing to do with it. Your own villains kept you busy enough already.
And maybe, maybe, you would have forgotten these events long ago if this guy hadn't been so damn persistent. Since then not a single day has passed without him grinding your gears. Hell, the very next day, he'd tracked you down in your university. He probably came there just for you, to try to convince you of his cause.
He would accept your no with a stoic expression, but that wouldn't stop him from trying again the next day.
And when he couldn't make it to you in person he would spam your smartphone with text messages.
It was annoying at first, but over time your interactions had developed into some sort of strange game. Because if he had left you alone, you would actually have joined his cause long ago. After all you couldn't stop thinking about those other universes and your chances of meeting like-minded people, if not making friends.
But his obtrusive attitude only earned him your defiance - and your curiosity to test his patience. To see where the journey would lead, and at what point he would lose interest in you.
Apparently he didn't. Quite the opposite. And you couldn't deny that you basked in his attention.
- -
The lecture was over. You took out your smartphone, reading his message again. You didn't even know how he got your number in the first place. But you suspected that people like him - rich geniuses, like he obviously was - had access to such information.
As if sensing that you were looking at your smartphone, the next message arrived immediately.
- 5̵̝̀͘ṕ̸̟͝1̴͇̓̎d̴͇̭̆͝3̷̘̠̑͝r̶͖̀m̷͔̖̅̓4̴͈̌̕n̶̝̟͛2̸͕̋͌0̵̩̲̅̓9̴̠̂̃͜9̵̘̠͌̈ -
"Are you here?"
With a sigh and a smile, you typed an answer.
- you -
"What is it?"
He replied immediately. You started to think he had been staring at his smartphone all along, waiting.
- 5̵̝̀͘ṕ̸̟͝1̴͇̓̎d̴͇̭̆͝3̷̘̠̑͝r̶͖̀m̷͔̖̅̓4̴͈̌̕n̶̝̟͛2̸͕̋͌0̵̩̲̅̓9̴̠̂̃͜9̵̘̠͌̈ -
"You're not telling me you've already forgotten my offer, are you?"
-you -
"I remember the offer. I also remember I politely declined."
- 5̵̝̀͘ṕ̸̟͝1̴͇̓̎d̴͇̭̆͝3̷̘̠̑͝r̶͖̀m̷͔̖̅̓4̴͈̌̕n̶̝̟͛2̸͕̋͌0̵̩̲̅̓9̴̠̂̃͜9̵̘̠͌̈ -
"Look, I'll pay you double. Hell, triple or even quadruple, if that would make you change your mind."
- you-
"And as I've often said before, it's not about the money. So... thanks, but no."
Usually your conversations would end here, at least for the rest of the day, before he would reach out tomorrow again. It had become somewhat of a ritual for you, because his messages always arrived at the same time - at lunch. As if he actually knew you were aviable now. And sometimes you wondered if he felt the same way. Whether it had become a habit for him as well.
You were about to put your smartphone back in your pocket when it buzzed again, indicating another message. You frowned as you opened the chat once more.
- 5̵̝̀͘ṕ̸̟͝1̴͇̓̎d̴͇̭̆͝3̷̘̠̑͝r̶͖̀m̷͔̖̅̓4̴͈̌̕n̶̝̟͛2̸͕̋͌0̵̩̲̅̓9̴̠̂̃͜9̵̘̠͌̈ -
"What if I say please?"
Your heart leapt. This was ... definitely new. And suddenly you felt kind of heated. You looked around, but no one was paying attention to you. Your eyes went back to your phone. Yet another message.
"Fuck... now what?" Now you were sure he was teasing you. And you kinda liked it. After you pondered for a moment you decided to push your little game even further. What could possibly go wrong, right?- you - "Not now."
He jumped at it, to your surprise ... and satisfaction.
- 5̵̝̀͘ṕ̸̟͝1̴͇̓̎d̴͇̭̆͝3̷̘̠̑͝r̶͖̀m̷͔̖̅̓4̴͈̌̕n̶̝̟͛2̸͕̋͌0̵̩̲̅̓9̴̠̂̃͜9̵̘̠͌̈ -
"What do you mean, 'not now'? Why not now?"
Your stomach was rumbling. You hadn't had any breakfast today. And then something crossed your mind.
- you -
"I'm hungry."
If he was clever - and you know he was - he would understand your hidden request.
But an answer was a long time coming. You waited one, two, five minutes before finally giving up. Maybe you overdid it now. Until suddenly -
- 5̵̝̀͘ṕ̸̟͝1̴͇̓̎d̴͇̭̆͝3̷̘̠̑͝r̶͖̀m̷͔̖̅̓4̴͈̌̕n̶̝̟͛2̸͕̋͌0̵̩̲̅̓9̴̠̂̃͜9̵̘̠͌̈ -
"Okay, so you want me to take you out for dinner?"
Now the heat started rising to your face. Your ears were burning. You looked for the nearest chair in the cafeteria and collapsed on it. "Fuck, that .... fuck."
You didn't know if you were happy or just sick.
- you -
"Don't you have more important work to do?"
Why were you so nervous all of a sudden? He was tiping already.
- 5̵̝̀͘ṕ̸̟͝1̴͇̓̎d̴͇̭̆͝3̷̘̠̑͝r̶͖̀m̷͔̖̅̓4̴͈̌̕n̶̝̟͛2̸͕̋͌0̵̩̲̅̓9̴̠̂̃͜9̵̘̠͌̈ -
"Recruiting you IS part of my work."
- you-
"You really want me to take you up on your offer, don't you?"
He seemed to be getting serious now, if he hadn't been persistent before.
- 5̵̝̀͘ṕ̸̟͝1̴͇̓̎d̴͇̭̆͝3̷̘̠̑͝r̶͖̀m̷͔̖̅̓4̴͈̌̕n̶̝̟͛2̸͕̋͌0̵̩̲̅̓9̴̠̂̃͜9̵̘̠͌̈ -
"Oh, I DEFINATELY do."
You stared at the chat, speechless, as he continued typing.
- 5̵̝̀͘ṕ̸̟͝1̴͇̓̎d̴͇̭̆͝3̷̘̠̑͝r̶͖̀m̷͔̖̅̓4̴͈̌̕n̶̝̟͛2̸͕̋͌0̵̩̲̅̓9̴̠̂̃͜9̵̘̠͌̈ -
"So, what do you say? I'll pick you up for dinner at six and we'll discuss our 'work'.”
You swallowed hard as you scanned the latest messages again. All this time you thought you were in control. Maybe you never were. Maybe he had known all along where this would lead to. Who could say? In any case, you didn't want to lose this little game at any cost. So you wrote back.
- you -
"Okay."
- 5̵̝̀͘ṕ̸̟͝1̴͇̓̎d̴͇̭̆͝3̷̘̠̑͝r̶͖̀m̷͔̖̅̓4̴͈̌̕n̶̝̟͛2̸͕̋͌0̵̩̲̅̓9̴̠̂̃͜9̵̘̠͌̈ -
"Come to the university then. And don't forget to put your 'watch' on."
"... Fuck!" Another curse escaped your mouth, als you put your smartphone away for good this time. But it was already too late to back off now.
I can’t help but draw Matilda when I’m anxious. She’s comfort character and self-insert at the same time. But well, it helps. I feel better now.
Hope you all had a good start into 2021 :3
Little heads up: I‘m not dead. As every year I took part in a secret Santa drawing event! And I couldn’t be happier about my elve wishing for dmc4 Nero! Wanted to draw him since forever. I had a thrilling time drawing this, I used a set of brushes by @lizzart-zardonicz and hands down, these are my peak favorite now. I had such a good time using them, so tysm Lizzart! I thought the air taunt from Dmc5 would fit perfectly for him :D I know air taunts doesn’t exist in dmc4 but I bet Nero was still doing this back then! I hope you like it as much as I do! Merry Xmas to y‘all, even if this year is everything a little different.
Sweather Weather. Just wanted to do something more simple, so I decided to give Matilda a more casual Outfit. On cosy days she would totally wear @disturbia s Spike Face Cowl Hoody & @killstar s Reverb Leggings. All in white ofc. Hope you like it, I‘m kinda satisfied.
My first finished drawing after ... six months? I'm sorry for the lack of postings. I wasn't inspired or motivated at all, rather wanted to play TemTem and Bloodborne all day.
But this scene has been haunting my mind for months and finally I could pull myself together and draw it. It's one of the most crucial parts of the game and sets the tone for the rest of the story, especially for 9S's character development. Poor boy.
Hope you like it! It took me weeks because I didn't hold a pencil for so long, but I'm relatively satisfied.
» You paralyze me every time
I try to find some paradise
I've got to fill the void
And now I'm paranoid «
Finally finished!
Took longer than expected.
I still haven't recovered from several things and sometimes I think drawing is the only way to stay sane.
This painting is surprisingly meaningful to me, so thank you for your feedback on the sketch. I hope you enjoy the colored version as well.
This drawing is the result of shameless self-indulgence just to comfort myself. I don’t know why, but I didn’t feel very well the last few days and I felt the urge to be hugged all the time. This shows V with my OC Matilda, because I think a hug would help her too sometimes. I’m going to paint it with watercolor.
So, this is my full drawing for the V fashion zine @ofinkandsuits! I’m still pretty new to digital art, so it was quite a challenge! :D But I had so much fun and I‘m so grateful to be a part of this project! The drawing shows him and his familiars - not as tattoos as usual, but in an outfit inspired by them. I hope you like it.
This drawing is the result of shameless self-indulgence just to comfort myself. I don't know why, but I didn't feel very well the last few days and I felt the urge to be hugged all the time. This shows V with my OC Matilda, because I think a hug would help her too sometimes. I'm going to paint it with watercolor.
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