when you start getting requests again can i get a shy!reader x softdom!miguel ? like reader is sososo shy of showing her face when they have sex and miguel is sososo patient with her and then they're having sex and reader shows her face and miguel is all like "hi honey :)" ugh it's just so cute
ughhhh this is so adorable i just had to
nsfw mdni
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the sounds of miguel’s dick disappearing into your cunt clouded your mind. he plunged his cock into you repeatedly, his fingers bunching up the fabric of your long sleeved shirt on your belly. his thumb caresses the soft, plush skin there.
“ngh! mmmm~” you squeak, your wrist over your mouth as your other hand clenchss into a fist near your neck—covered in purplish marks from miguel’s lips and teeth earlier.
miguel’s thrusts ease to a slow roll, as his hands move up to gently pull your hands away from your face. “lemme see my pretty girl,” he says, out of breath. you whine, twisting your head to press against the pillow under your head.
“aw c’mon,” miguel laughs as his cock twitches inside of you. he ruts into you again, and you yelp, going to bite the sleeve on your wrists. but miguel holds your wrists down gently against your chest. he sees your flushed sweaty face, heating with embarrassment.
“hi honey,” he whispers, leaning down for a kiss.
“h-hi” you hiccup, your lips disconnecting from his as a string of saliva hangs between the two of you. you writhe under him.
miguel holds your forearms tight against your chest, pounding into you from above.
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“you’re so pretty, baby,” he mumbles, staring down at your face contorted in pleasure, as your mouth hangs open in an ‘o’ shape. you let out another whine in disagreement, turning to avoid his gaze.
“nuh uh,” miguel releases one of your arms to grip your chin gently.
“wan’ you to look at me while i fill you up” he growls, his pace even faster now as his breath hitches.
“please, miguel~” you squeal as the broad-shouldered man spills into you with a shaky groan, exhaling loudly.
“fuuuck” he whispers, pulling out slowly to see his arousal drip out of you. miguel slides a finger along your pussy cunt, “too pretty,” he smirks at your blissful face before brushing a piece of hair out of your tired eyes.
Summary: Miguel craves to mark you as his, but he’ll have to start slow… so he offers to build you a custom suit. For now.
Pairing: Miguel O’hara x spider-woman!reader
18+. Miguel POV. Obsessed Miguel. Innocent and inexperienced reader. Pining. Sexual tension and frustration. Masturbation. Breeding kink.
* ˚ ✦ Part 1 (you don’t have to read it to enjoy this one)
Miguel had decided he was going to build you a suit.
Not just a regular one, but an extension of his own.
He craved to have you for himself, and to have others know that. But he’d have to play his cards right. This level of obsession could easily scare someone off at first.
Especially you.
His sweet, sweet girl.
So he settled for this: building you a custom digital suit to match his.
Slowly, but surely you’d start to connect yourself to him more often.
Or so he hoped.
He found you in his lab early in the morning, sitting by the desk while taking your sweet time with a slice of watermelon.
“Good morning.”
As expected, you jolted in your seat, turning to face him.
A few droplets of juice dribbled down from your lips and chin, and eventually landing on your shirt.
You offered him a messy grin, bits of watermelon all over your teeth, but the absolute innocence of that action tore straight down to his cock.
“Oh! Miguel, hi! Sorry—s” your voice came out slightly muffled, as you placed the half moon slice on a plate. “This watermelon is so sweet! Want a taste?”
His brow furrowed and he halted right in front of you. “There’s…” his voice trailed off, eyes fixed on your chin.
You immediately picked up on the implication and wiped the sugary liquid from your skin with a napkin, bringing a few fingers to your lips as well.
Miguel cursed inwardly and wondered if you were truly unaware of how suggestive all of this looked.
He slapped that thought away. No. You were too innocent for that. Your words and actions held no second meaning.
You were genuinely so fucking clueless that it only served to fuel his obsession with you.
His cock gave him a warning twitch.
He was all too familiar with those by now.
Would you be this messy while sucking him off? Would you not be able to keep it all in and eventually swallow?
He’d be fine with you not swallowing it all at first. After all, he did cum a lot. It would probably be overwhelming for someone as innocent and inexperienced as you.
“Miguel?”
Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts at once. “Yes?”
“I’m sorry for making a mess,” you said, hurriedly cleaning the desk.
There was no doubt you’d be the death of him.
Apolosing for making a mess…
“Don’t worry about that,” he managed to say flatly. “I’m sure it tasted really good.”
You then smiled once more and let out a cock-twitching groan. “Oh, yes! But… why did you want me in here my casuals today?”
Right.
He moved to tap the hovering screens in front of him. “I was thinking you suit might need an upgrade.”
“What? But I built this one myself… what’s wrong with it?” you whined softly, sticking you bottom lip out.
His cock twitched again.
“I know, I know,” he reassured you with extreme ease. “But I’ve been working on a prototype of my digital suit and would like for you to test it out.”
A blatant lie.
He had just decided this the night before, after that post nut clarity had hit him hard.
How else would he mark you without you even realising?
You blinked a few times, having to tilt your head up to stare at him, and it was enough to flare his imagination.
“Really?” the excitement in your voice was palpable and he felt a sudden rush of satisfaction. “That… that would be an honour, Miguel!”
His fingers tapped through multiple files. “You’ve been helping me out a lot in the lab lately. It’s only fair that I show my appreciation.”
Your gaze wavered momentarily, broken by his genuine praise, and Miguel nearlt bit his lip from this sight alone.
“I do it willingly, Miguel. I love learning new things from you,” your eyes were back on his, and you were bearing a warm smile. “You’re a great teacher!”
He tried hard to tear his gaze away from your lips, and offered a mere nod.
You deserved more than a nod.
And your eagerness to learn from him made him feel swollen with pride. An ego booster.
It was quite addicting.
He’d teach you so much more if you’d let him. He’d teach you how to embrace your pleasure and use it for him only. Oh, how he’d enjoy teaching you how to suck his cock, or how to use your words to turn him on.
Fuck.
He would teach you all he knew.
You’d have all of him.
But he wanted you to want him the way he wanted you. No. He needed you to need him. To crave and yearn and feel the unfair ropes of despair tighten around you.
“I’ll just need your measurements,” he said, fetching a couple of measuring bands from a top shelf. “These will measure every tiny detail, so the fit is as suitable as possible.”
You nodded eagerly, lips slightly parted. He moved to grab each wrist, closing the metallic band around each wrist.
“Feet up,” he asked, hoping his voice wouldn’t betray his true feelings.
You lifted one leg after the other, and he carefully clasped them around your ankles, the feel of your warm skin and proximity nearly having him bite his own lip.
“Wait, do I have be naked?”
The question caught him completely off guard and he straightened up at once. “What?”
Miguel felt more blood rushing downwards and was grateful his own suit was able to keep most of his strained erection from sight.
You broke into a nervous laugh. “Oh — I mean… you’re naked under your suit, right?”
He nodded. “Your suit becomes an extension of yourself and it should feel like a second layer of skin,” he added, extending one arm out, and allowed you to see the digital layer of fabric quickly retracting from the tips of his fingers all the way down his naked torso.
The reaction was immediate.
Your eyes landed on him for only a split second, before looking away.
For the second time that day, Miguel’s ego soared to incredibly dangerous heights.
You looked so innocent and sheepish, not daring to gaze at his incredible physique once again.
He wouldn’t hold that against you, though. You’d have plenty of time to gawk at his body once he managed to break into your mind, and make you his.
“It feels more comfortable this way,” he added reassuringly, as his suit promptly covered his exposed skin once again.
You turned to look at him again. “Oh! So I don’t actually have to be naked,” you giggled in relief.
“No,” Not for this, he wanted to add.
The height difference was starting to take a toll on his ability to focus. Having you sitting on that chair, perfectly levelled to engange in a more suggestive scenario, was enough to feel the blood boil in his veins.
He needed more.
He needed to touch you.
“Let’s boot the measuring analysis program,” Miguel took your hand in his and helped you on your feet. “I need you to stand still.”
He needed so much more than that from you, but he’d have to settle for silent agony for now.
You were visibly excited, barely able to contain yourself as a smile settled on your face, and he felt the sudden urge to praise you for being so eager and such a tease.
He tapped a few commands on his watch, and came to stand behind you, careful not to stand too close, or you’d notice his hard cock.
“Do you trust me?”
You shouldn’t…
You turned your head to the side to look into his crimson eyes, confusion twisting your face. “Of course I do, Miguel.”
… because he wouldn’t.
He rolled his fingers along the hem of your shirt, slowly rolling it upwards. His heart went into overdrive instantly and he could feel the first droplets of precum dripping down his cock.
You flinched once his knuckles brushed against your skin.
“Are you okay?” he asked, halting at once.
You nodded and giggled lighty. “That tickles.”
His sweet girl…
How was he supposed to endure burying himself inside you inch by inch when he couldn’t barely keep his composure now?
Once the shirt was resting under your breasts, he moved one hand to grip it gently from behind, effectively tightening the fabric flat over you. From where he stood, he could see your bra’s outline and how your breasts heaved with each breath you took.
This was driving him mad.
Your cleavage was so inviting and he had to take a step back, ensuring his erection wouldn’t accidentally brush against your ass.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to take this off?” you asked.
You were so fucking sweet and innocent, and he wanted nothing more than to rip all of your clothes apart.
“Just let the program scan your body,” he said, voice strained and breath coming out in shallow pants. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” you immediately replied.
Such a good girl for him… his sweet girl…
He would want to ask that same question the day he got to teach you how to suck his cock.
You’d struggle at first.
But he’d be patient.
He’d probably need to come up with a serum to inject himself with to keep from exploding right away, and he couldn’t have that.
You would need proper guidance, wouldn’t you? How he’d love to have you on your knees, mouth dropped open and receptive.
His other hand was now pressed flat against your tummy and he nearly bucked his hips in response.
Careful, Miguel, he scolded himself.
Was this too much?
In reality, he didn’t need to be doing any of this for measurements, but he couldn’t help himself.
He needed you closer.
He needed to feel you shudder against his touch.
He needed you to need him.
You gasped softly once he started to moved his hand down ever so slightly, fingers nearly touching the waisgband of your pants.
“Ticklish?” he asked in a low voice.
You hummed, bucking your hips into him with a faint giggle, and he felt his cock into contact with your ass.
Oh, fuck.
He had to let go of you right away, flinching back.
You turned to eye him, worry plastered all of your face. “Did I hurt you?”
“No!” he said right away, more precum droplets spilling out. “I think the analysis is complete,” he cleared his throat and turned his back to her, looking down to his bulge.
He wish he could set his cock free.
No.
He wish you would offer to set his cock free.
He wanted you to know and see how much his body craved yours.
“Miguel, are you okay?” you asked tenderly, moving to stand by his side, brushing his tense bicep. “We can finish this some other time.”
Was it really possible for someone to be this clueless? Was your inexperience that blinding? Hadn’t you felt his erection?
Against his will, he nodded.
He needed you gone right away.
He had to get off urgently.
“You’re overworking yourself again…”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
How he’d love to make you his and have you take care of him.
Your hand squeezed his muscles gently. “Is there anything I can do?”
Please, touch me… “No. I’ll just finish the suit and have you test it out soon.”
Your hand dropped.
Maybe if he asked you to let him fuck your hand, you’d let him. Maybe.
He’d settle for you watching him jerk off to you, at this point.
“Can I pick the colours?” you then beamed, glancing up at the orange screens. “Can I? Please?”
He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Sure. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay!” you chirped happily, swiping across the customisation menu on the screen.
Miguel paced quickly into a storage room to his left, groaning into the back of his hand.
In no time, he had the front part of his lower half of his suit vanish, cock springing free, fully coated with precum.
He let out a strained and breathy sigh of absolute relief.
“Ay, Miguel…” he muttered to himself, realising just how badly this obsession had gotten.
His cock twitched, sending strand of precum to dangle from the tip.
From this angle, he could see your back, shirt still nicely tucked under your breasts, revealing so much of your skin to him.
That would do.
For now.
Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he set a slow pace at first, testing out his limit.
Dangerously close.
It was unfair that you were so close, yet so far. You were completely unaware of your effect on him.
Faint anger took over him.
You should be the one to bring him relief.
This was all on you… his sweet, innocent, inexperienced girl.
The pace quickened and he felt his fangs extending in anticipation.
You were bending over the desk, lifting your ass just enough for his mind to have imagining himself ramming into your from the back.
You’d love that position. Maybe not at first, but he’d teach you to enjoy thoroughly.
Being rawed and bred. You’d be a loving mother, wouldn’t you? You’d let him breed you over and over again, because you were just nice like that.
So eager to please.
He wished you’d bend over a little more, so he could fully immerse himself in his lust.
Feeling one fang dig into his lower lip, Miguel wondered how long it would take to draw blood, considering how hard it was for him to suppress his groans.
He couldn’t tear his eyes from you and his desire nearly pained him, because his hand would never be as tight as you, and it would never feel like you.
But he had to get rid of this now.
He had to complete your suit and mark you as his.
Everyone in Nueva York and across other universes would know you were his.
They would know not to cross you, for his wrath would be unmatched.
The sweet tingles of an orgasm soon engulfed him whole, and he threw his head back and fluttered his eyes shut, relying on his mind to keep your alive as he fucked himself for you.
Just you.
His sweet girl.
Just his.
He squeezed the first spurts of warm cum with his fingers, allowing himself go roll his hips in a broken rhythm.
The metallic taste of blood pooled in his tongue and he knew his fang has dug too deep, but he didn’t care.
Hope you liked the last one! And I hope you like this one! basically showing these first three chapters to see if anyone likes the story :)
Fandom: Spiderman
Pairing: Miguel O Hara/ OC
Rating: T for now eventually M
Miguel wasn't expected to be thrown into Earth 789 but an urgent call from Lyla telling him that Green Goblin had managed to slip through the fabrics of reality into a different world, he had to react. Green Goblin in his world, she was dangerous, and was hellbent on taking him down. He couldn’t let Green Goblin create a canon event, or even worse breaking a canon event. She didn’t belong in another universe anyway. She was his problem.
What he didn’t expect was a female Spiderman. And an incompetent one at that. He had watched as she was stabbed on the hoverboard. He knew he had to react and fast. This world’s SpiderMan wasn’t destined to die here. His little watch warmed him that a canon event could happen if he wasn’t careful in this universe. He clenched his jaw. Why did this have to happen to him right now?
He wasn’t one to have a filter on but damn did he have to say that she was pathetic? That was a great introduction.
He held the wounded SpiderWoman in his arms, and that is when it hit him, her scent. It went straight to his brain and nearly became a core memory. He wanted to drop her right then and there but something in his body refused to do so. She felt so warm in his arms despite the tiniest tinge of blue to her lips. He could have left her at the local hospital, he should have, but again something inside him refused to just let her go.
When it was all said and done he found himself holding her, cradling her really as he created a portal back to his Earth to get her fixed up.
I wake with a start, jolting out of bed I sit straight up, only to be greeted by agony in my stomach. With a groan I flop down back upon the bed.
What the hell? Besides the pain in my stomach I could smell the antiseptic and bleach. Where was I? I remember being in an office building, and that was about it. Obviously I was in a hospital. I cracked open my eyes ever so slightly. It was so bright here. Damn it, somebody turn the lights down.
“Nurse?” I gasp out, “help… please” I wanted to know where I was.
Then it dawned on me, someone took me to a hospital, Cap would have been with me until I was awake. My fingers gingerly probed my face and I could not feel the mask. A jolt of fear ran through me. My face was uncovered. They could see who I am, my identity was revealed! My heart began to race. The monitor beside my bed began to reflect my anxiety as it began to beep faster and faster, which then made me begin to panic even more. The fact that I could be outed to society was not something I wanted to happen.
“Quit freaking out, it’s your own damn fault that your mask is this easily removed,” a voice beside me spoke, it made me jump. “You need to make a mask that can’t be just untied.” A large figure of a man came into my view.
I watched as this massive man sat beside my bed. “You’re in the hospital.” He spoke, he tried to speak in a calm and even tone, but I could tell it was hard for him to even speak this way.
“I need to get out of here.” My voice cracked after the word ‘here’. He reached over and brought a cup to my lips, the bendy straw poked at them. Greedily, I wrapped my lips around the straw and sucked. A satisfied smile and the tiniest of groans escaped, the water was so cold and refreshing. I sucked so hard; I spluttered after trying to breath and suck at the same time.
I coughed a few times which triggered a spasm of pain as my chest began to ache. “Why is my chest hurting so much?” I then proceeded to poke around my chest.
“You don’t remember?” he asks, this large man was so close to me, even sitting down he seemed to tower over me, and I felt so incredibly small and at this moment, exceedingly dumb. His expression alone made me question myself, the look he was giving me had me wracking my brain for what exactly had happened.
“No, I remember getting out of bed,” I pause for a moment, thinking back on the last few hours. “A baddie came crashing through New York, bitch stabbed me,” I gasped, “The bitch stabbed me with her ride!” I saw red for a moment. “Please, tell me you took care of her. I have to contact Tony, or Steve.” with a surge of adrenaline I sat up and threw my legs over the side of the bed. I couldn’t feel the pain as I looked for my suit. I needed to get my coms out, I needed to contact my group. The man stood up immediately. I felt even smaller, so I stopped for a second. He was large but I was short and fast. I went to dodge to the left, it was the closest to the exit anyway. I must have been too obvious as his large arm came down, blocking my exit point. His large hand wrapped around my upper arm and yanked me back into the bed.
“Sit your ass down,” he forcefully pushed me back into the bed, his other hand came up to rub at the bridge of his nose. “You’re on bed rest for a few more days.” He sighs as he sits back in the chair. “You have the accelerated healing like every other Spiderperson, but you're going to stay here for a few days. Your body has not experienced advanced technology.” he explained.
“What does that mean?” I ask curiously, “What advanced tech? I mean the chick had a hoverboard, that’s not necessarily advanced.” It was then the man reached over and turned the blinds, letting in light in. Besides the blinding light, for which I hissed at, the outside skyline was unlike any I had seen before. It was futuristic, I reached over and pinched him as my mouth was left gaping open.
“Ouch! Hey, what the hell?” he growled, “why’d you pinch me?”
“Because it'll hurt if I pinched myself.” I replied in awe, again I stood up, this time it was to look out the window instead of trying to make a break for it. For reasons unknown to me and to the man beside me, he held his hands out to me, to steady me from falling.
“How do you know you’re not dreaming? He asked skeptically, “you’ll have to pinch yourself too.” He stood behind me, his arms stretched out to catch me if I were to fall.
“You’re right,” I reached over and pinched my arm, a jolt of pain, “okay, I’m not dreaming. Where am I?” I stumbled to the window and looked out. This was not my New York, nor any city I’ve ever been to. It was modern, it was sci-fi. “Where am I?” I repeated again.
“You’re in New York, 2099.” He replied, his tone softer than what I have heard previously.
“That can’t be possible. Time travel isn’t a thing, like maybe in comics or movies,” I didn’t know if this was truly possible, but the view outside the window was telling me differently. “How did I get here?” I eventually asked after a long pause.
“When you passed out in my arms, I brought you here to advanced technology. Your outdated technology wouldn’t have been able to save you.”
I looked back at the hulking man, reaching out to him, noticing how his nostrils flared and his jaw clenched. Guess he wasn’t used to someone voluntarily touching him or reaching out to him for assistance. He then guided me to the bed and sat beside me again. “I’m Luna by the way,” I said, looking down at my hands, a little too shy to look at him now.
“Miguel,” he replied back, he was indeed watching me though. “I’m Spiderman, though I’m sure you noticed that already.”
This sparked my interest to say the least. “Does that mean that you took care of that lady? She was looking for you.”
Miguel stiffens again, “yeah, she’s taken care of.” He didn’t elaborate further, and he certainly didn’t show that he wanted to talk much more. Miguel stood and walked around my bed, “get some rest, and don’t take that bracelet off of your arm for the time being. It’s what’s keeping you here.” He pointedly looked at my wrist. I looked down at said wrist. It was a simple rubber bracelet, it was marked with blue and red designs.
“Oh, well thanks?” I replied, looking up, and he was gone. I laid in bed, obediently, waiting and wishing for somebody to return. I twiddled my thumbs and stared at the ceiling, and for anyone curious there were 17 tiles and two lights. It was that boring.
“87 bottles of beer on the wall! Take one down, pass it around, 86 bottles of beer on the wall!” I was singing my heart out, might as well, nobody had come in to see me in hours, was it hours? Minutes? Days? Isolation is a bitch. And with no clocks in sight, I didn’t know what day or time it was. When did Migue leave? How long was I supposed to stay here? Is this what Vegas felt like? They were pumping fresh air in…
I poked at my wrapped torso and it still hurt. What did he mean by outdated technology? If my technology was so outdated, why wasn’t his technology working any faster? I wanted so desperately to move, to leave, to breathe the nasty New York air. Damn it!
I gingerly sat up and threw my legs over the side. Miguel didn’t say how long I had to lay here. Just that he wanted me to rest and relax. I grabbed my holder of IVs and hobbled my way to the door. I didn’t realize that my whole backside was on display, with nothing but my panties to hide my modesty.
The door to freedom was opened to me, and I made a very slow break for it. The hospital was eerily silent. Not a nurse around, not a soul to be heard. I wanted to call out for help but I knew that if I did I would be put back in my cell… er room. Instead I made my way to the elevator and the cheery music on the speakers was my only companion. I eagerly pressed the button for ground level. The doors shut and I was alone.
It seemed as if things were moving backwards, time stood still, or was I just standing still?
Was the elevator moving?
Eventually the ding of the elevator startled me and the doors opened up.
I took a couple steps out and was floored by what I saw.
Okay yall I am back from a forever hiatus because of this man right here ^ he is beautiful and I love him. Now, I warn yall that I am basically strictly MCU but I will try to sprinkle some comic information as I get it. (Mostly from tiktok).
So this story is gonna be a slow burn, there will be angst, smut, love and well adventure. So, everyone buckle up and enjoy
Fandom: Spiderman (Into, beyond, MCU, etc)
Pairing: Miguel O Hara/ OC
Rating: T for now but eventually M
Note: this story will be a mix of 1st person POV and 3rd person POV
I am Luna Lei MacCumber. I am this world's only living SpiderMan, and I have a mild case of arachnophobia.
I shouldn’t say SpiderMan, well because I’m not a man. I’m a woman… And spiders give me the heebie jeebies. Hell, what should I call myself?
Lady Spider? Naw… SpiderWoman! No, dumb… velvet spider? Hell, I don’t know what to call myself without giving myself a shiver.
Anyway, I was bit by a spider while I was doing my internship at the local zoo.
I’ll tell you, I screamed! I screamed like a little girl. That’s right, it was the high pitch, shatter windows, type of scream.
Anyway, since being bitten I have felt something different about me. I don’t know how to describe it. I can hold onto things much easier, practically sticking to me. They’ll never call me butterfingers again, that’s for sure. I get the tingles when something bad is about to happen like it’s weird to have this sixth sense type of thing going on.
It’s really weird.
Anyway! So after that I was recruited by SHIELD, where they told me how they wanted to create a group of superheroes. Hell, I dunno if I can be that but I’ll give it a shot.
I met some amazing people there: Tony, Black Widow, Captain America and a few others. For the most part they keep me out of the loop, letting me do my own thing and keep Brooklyn safe.
So they do the big picture stuff and I do small picture stuff. And for the most part this works.
“Welcome to your new home, rent is due on the 1st, trash is taken on Tuesday and the laundromat closes at 11pm.” The landlord handed the keys over to me. These two small keys felt so heavy in my hand. I looked at the older man. He looked tired. “If you have any other questions, call down to the front desk. Have a good day.”
I smiled gently at him, before turning the key with a resounding ‘click’.
The apartment was… small but it was mine. One bedroom, one bathroom. The kitchen was small, and open concept. I know I wouldn’t be hosting any large parties…
I placed my purse on the counter when I heard a quick two knocks. Oh! My senses kicked in. It was a female on the other side of the door. She had something in her hands? It was large, heavy, dangerous? I might have become a spider person, but I was still a female and vulnerable. Carefully I grabbed the pepper spray from my purse before opening the door.
Damn, I feel stupid.
The lady on the other side was the very definition of sweet and innocent. She had curly blonde hair, freckles galore and the cutest little button nose, “Welcome!” She smiled, well damn she had pearly white teeth too. Damn this epitome of a perfect specimen of a human. “I saw that you’re new here. Mr. Firman told me that I’d have a new neighbor!” She had then thrusted a box of goodies towards me, instantly my fingers flexed around the hidden bottle of pepper spray. “This has a few essentials for you.”
I smiled, a tight lipped smile, “thank you, I haven’t had a chance to shop for anything.”
“I’m Mae Stacey, by the way,” she offered her hand to me. It took me a second to react and an even longer second to respond. With the box of stuff in my hands, I had to figure a way around this without dropping it. Finally, I found a comfortable way to hold the box and shake Mae’s hand. “I’m Luna MacCumber.”
Mae smiled again, ear to ear, the corners of her eyes wrinkling. A genuine smile, “I think we’re gonna be good friends! I’ll let you get settled in, but if you need anything from me, I’m right next door,” she smiled again, “if I’m not home, my husband will hopefully be returning soon, his name is Vlad. He went on a long business trip and I believe he should be back this week.”
Boy, she sure talked a lot.
I smiled back, it didn’t reach my eyes, but hopefully she didn’t seem to notice. “I certainly hope so!” It would be nice to have a friend. “I think I’m just gonna turn in for the night, but it was nice meeting you, I’ll talk with you later Mae!” She waved goodbye to me, and I, to her.
Once again, safely inside my home I could check when she gave me. My little tingly senses weren’t going off… I should be okay. I peeled the flap back and waited. Okay, no things to jump out at me. Okay, I peered inside, and smiled. Inside were a few bottles of bath and body works, a bottle of wine, home baked dinner, a map of the city of Brooklyn and a few toiletries. That was sweet of her, there’s not many of those types of people around here.
Eagerly, I placed the wine in the fridge and took a large bite of the dinner. It was chicken fettuccine alfredo. Oh it was heavenly!
With a heavy belly, I collapsed upon my mattress that had no frame for now. It didn’t matter, and I was asleep before I knew it.
I was awoken by the sounds of screams and my room shaking like an earthquake. “What the hell!“ I couldn’t stop from screaming, scrambling to my feet. I looked out the window to see smoke rising up from a center point on the street, it looked like a bomb! A green woman like creature zooming through the air on some weird thing and screaming sometimes. What the actual hell?
“Come out, come out, wherever you are, SpiderMan!” The green woman yelled tauntingly.
I was quick to get dressed, once I was introduced to the Avengers, I was given a suit by a scientist within the compound. It was matte black with lighter metallic black webbing around the body. With a little input from Tony, it was a semi functional piece. I didn’t want to see the web design. I didn’t want to see the very thing that makes me shiver. From what I can tell, I can’t make any webs or anything, but I’ve gained the ability to jump really high. Could you imagine if I could create webs? I know I’d die from fright.
Anyway back to the moment at hand.
I stepped onto the balcony, sticking to it without much effort. The green woman had already flown past her apartment when Tony came to her, “Took you long enough to get up!”
“Yeah, I didn’t get the invite!” I quipped back, “Why’d you bring her here?” Because I didn't create webs, I couldn’t swing from building to building, instead I jumped them.
“Thought you were bored, needed some fun,” Tony replied through the com link in my suit.
“So, where did this guy come from?” I asked. I had battled several bad guys over the course of a few months, but this girl was new and from my understanding, had appeared out of nowhere.
“I dunno, feels like there's a new guy every week, you sure that all these bad guys are not just ex boyfriends of yours?”
I scoffed, and rolled my eyes, finally catching up to the Avengers and the green woman, “In case you didn’t notice, it’s a girl bad guy”. The green woman had a purple mask on, almost jester-like. Said woman had turned her head just enough to see me, and our eyes connected.
“Bingo, I’ve found you Miguel!” She cackled loudly. Using her body’s momentum, she turned her hovercraft like thing to turn to me. My hair stood up… oh no, this was going to be bad… very bad. I braced for the impact as her hovercraft came crashing towards me. My arms came up to protect my face as we crashed through the window behind me.
“I was looking for you, SpiderMan” came a voice behind the mask, “Had to destroy half this city to draw you out.” the woman laughed, “I don’t remember you being…” her face looked down to my chest, something I couldn’t exactly hide, “Where am I?” She asked.
“You’re in Brooklyn” I replied before pushing her away. My fists came up to defend myself, I just had to distract this woman until the Avengers showed up. The green woman hissed and fished out a bomb. “Hey! Put that away!” I reached behind myself to feel around, there was no way in Hell, I’d look away from her, “Who are you anyway?”
“You don’t recognize me? We’ve gone at this a few times SpiderMan.” The green woman threw the bomb beside us both, and instinctively dove for the window. Of course we both moved at the same time, an effort to escape the blast of the bomb.
Our feet catch as we both tumble out the broken window into a free fall of 30 stories. My instinct kicked in, trying to grip what I could, ultimately failing, while punching the green woman in front of me. At least if I died, I’d bring this villain with me. Brooklyn would be safe another day.
Free falling was almost a peaceful experience. And then I was hit in the head with a fist, and I was rudely brought back to the present. “If I’m dying I’m taking you with me!” I told the green woman. At this point the woman also knew I wasn’t a man, and likely not the Miguel she was looking for.
“No, I’m not going down with you,” the green masked woman said, and a sudden pain bloomed over my lower back, a stabbing sensation. “You’ll die just like any other SpiderMan,” an evil chuckle escaped as the green woman flipped onto her glider, with me impaled on it. “You’re not Miguel, maybe I can draw him out using a precious Spider of his.”
My fingers probed where I was hurt, too scared to look down, “you’re not gonna win this, the Avengers are already here and whoever you’re looking for, isn’t gonna show up.”
This made the green woman pause, obviously she was looking really hard for Miguel. “He’ll come, he has this holier than thou personality, that’s why I want to take him down a notch, and what’s better than using a live victim? He won’t leave a canon event to destroy another universe.”
This woman flew us both to the adjoining roof top, with me stuck to the craft, bleeding profusely. “Don’t you know it’s rude to fly with bugs on your windshield?” I hold back a sardonic laugh, this hurt like a bitch.
“You’re right, I should wipe you off the face of the planet.”
Well, okay. Guess that didn’t work out. I screamed as she tilted her hoverboard to let me slide off the spike. Again I was free falling and bleeding, “fuck you!”
I flailed my arms as I attempted to find any purchase on something, yet all I could feel was air. The green woman had let me fall too far away from the building, now I wished that I could create webs. Damnit!
It was then when I heard something different. It sounded like something was gearing up, mechanical yet not like machinery. Definitely didn’t sound like Tony. Where the hell was he anyway?! I wasn’t expecting to fight this person on my own, let alone die on my own. I closed my eyes for a second before I felt something wrapping around my hands, waist and shoulders, preventing me from moving, “h-hey!”
Soon, I was being held one handed by a man in a blue-red suit. Who the hell was he?
“You’re a pretty pathetic Spiderperson, you know that?” The sarcasm dripped through his masked face.
“Gee thanks,” I wheezed out, pain making my filter waiver. “I’m guessing you’re Miguel?”
The man paused, “how do you know me?” He hadn’t introduced himself yet.
“There you are Miguel, knew you’d show up” right as we were talking the green woman hovered above us. “Time to take you down.” Immediately the green woman fished out a green bomb, throwing it at the both of us. “Best to take out two spiders with one bomb.”
“Look out!” I yelled , looking for a safe escape, my vision was beginning to blur, but damn I didn’t want to die right here, not yet. I smashed my hand into the glass, the special gloves were designed to break glass in a pinch. The both of us fell through, and I groaned in pain as Miguel fell on top of me. “Get off you’re heavy!” I did my best to push him off of me, but damn was this man dense. It was like trying to move a car off of me (which has happened once or twice).
He easily pushed himself off of me, and threw his leg over, “stay here and let the real super heroes do the hard work.” And with that said, he left me alone in an empty office building, bleeding and on the brink of passing out. I touched my fingers to my ear, where the coms usually are
“Tony?” Static.
“Cap?” Another hiss of static.
I paused, no wonder nobody came to help me, my communication was down, “JARVIS?” At this point my voice was weak. Again, I was met with static. Weakly, my arm flopped to the side. My fingers and toes were beginning to feel cold anyways.
I know I had some pretty fast recovery, but this big of a hole would take some time to repair. My eyes began to close, the lids felt so heavy. I know I wasn’t supposed to go under, because under meant death, but how was I supposed to stay awake when it felt like my eyelids were five pounds each?
It was just a blink, a very long blink.
It was cold in the office, the wind coming in through the broken window didn’t help much. All I could feel was warm arms picking up my limp body and my side was nestled gently against a warm chest. Do you blame me for snuggling up against it?
I’m praying it was Cap. Now between you and me, I had a huge crush on him. I find it sexy how selfless he is, and he has a great ass. Hot damn, if I had feeling in fingers and a free hand I may have innocently touched those finely chilled buttocks. It may or may not have been a fantasy of mine.
Those warm hands held me secure, I knew I wouldn’t be dropped. My eyes managed to open a little, I saw blue and red…. Oh, cool it was Cap, he must have found me. And whoever this Miguel is, he’s that green women's issue now. Not mine.
I relaxed into the hold, which then in turn he held me tighter. “Ay Coño, don’t you die on me!”
Wait, Cap didn’t speak Spanish?
The arms jostled me in an attempt to wake me up, to bring me back from the brink of death. The voice muttered more Spanish and I hissed, “language!” Thinking I was joking with Steve.
“When you’re not bleeding in my arms we can talk, until then, càllate.” The authority in his voice had me shivering. It was on the same level of Cap when he was being serious but it was a different kind in its own way. This left no room for argument.
So, instead I relaxed further in his grasp and let him take me to God knows where.
warnings: secret pregnancy trope, swearing, angst, heartbreak, grumpy/sunshine, smut, time jumps, not really comic accurate (canon events), semi public piv, 18+
Part I Part II Part III (coming soon)
You are all back at the Spider-Verse Headquarters and the atmosphere is tense. Everyone is still high on adrenaline from the mission. You’re nursing a deep gash on your arm but your spirit is far from broken.
Miguel, however, seems to be on the verge of an explosion.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT OUT THERE SPIDER SUN?” he bursts out, his voice echoing through the HQ.
You're taken aback. “What do you mean?”
“That reckless behavior! You could have been killed!” he roars. “Why didn’t you retreat when you were injured?!”
“Because there were lives at stake! I can handle myself, Miguel!” you shout back.
“You think this is a game?! You think being part of this team is just for kicks?” Miguel’s face is red, his voice strained.
“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare question my dedication!” you yell, your own anger now matching his.
The team is watching, shifting uncomfortably. Gwen looks at Jess, who shakes her head. The room is thick with tension.
Alright, if you are being honest with yourself, your recent actions in the field could definitely be classified as reckless. Perhaps even bordering on idiotic - not that you’d ever confess that in front of Miguel. You didn’t know where your mind went. Wait, no, scratch that. You knew precisely where your thoughts were, every mission since you discovered your pregnancy has been like this; your spider senses dulled, focus scattered to the wind, and reflexes that would’ve made a sloth proud.
And then there was this mission – your first one in quite a while alongside Miguel. He was bound to notice.
So you were fighting an Electro variant from an alternate universe, alongside Jess, Gwen, Ben and Miguel. The electric villain was throwing bolts of energy left and right and everyone was giving their all. You noticed a civilian trapped under some debris. You made a beeline for them, not thinking about anything else.
As you lifted the debris, an energy bolt flew straight for you. Usually, your Spider-Senses would have alerted you but not today. It hit you square in the back and sent you flying.
You hit a wall but ignored the pain as you scrambled back to your feet. A sharp ache spread across your arm but you gritted your teeth and kept fighting.
Miguel yelled, “What the hell are you doing?! Fall back!”
But you didn’t, you kept pushing forward.
He landed next to you, his eyes filled with anger and something else, maybe a hint of worry. He grabbed your waist to pull you back. But as another energy bolt was coming your way, you shoved him out of the path, taking the hit for the second time. So yeah, you could say that this mission wasn't exactly the shining star in your superhero career.
“ERES ESTÚPIDO! So damn stupid. I won’t fucking watch someone throw their life away recklessly!” Miguel was now yelling loudly in oyur face for everyone in the HQ to hear.
“Oh, please. What’s it to you? Since when do you care, Miguel?!” you shout back, finally having enough of his insufferable attitude. “All this time, you’ve treated me like I’m dispensable. Like I don't matter! Well, guess what? I can fight, I can make decisions, and I don’t need you to approve them!”
“Don’t!” Miguel's voice cracks, and for a brief second, there’s a look of hurt on his face that surprises you. But his rage quickly replaces it. “I cannot do this anymore with you, ¿me entiendes?” he yells.
The room falls silent. Everyone’s gazes dart between you and Miguel. You can feel Gwen’s worried eyes on you, and Ben Riley. looks like he wants to intervene, but this moment is too charged.
You take a deep breath, tears welling up. “I can't do this anymore either,” you whisper.
“What?” Miguel's voice is barely audible.
“I can't keep fighting for a team where I’m not respected or trusted. Where you treat me constantly like a liability, like I am worth nothing to you,” you say, your voice steadier now.
“You don’t know what you are saying,” Miguel says, his tone slightly softening.
You turn around, your eyes welling up once again and open a portal to your universe. “I do, I quit” you say, your voice breaking.
You reach into your pocket and pull out your transdimensional gizmo, the small device that every Spider-person uses to travel across the multiverse. It's an intricate piece of technology, a blend of science and magic that fits in the palm of your hand.
You toss the device on the table in front of Miguel. It skids across the surface before coming to a stop right in front of him. He looks from the gizmo to you, his expression unreadable.
"Take it. We don’t need it anymore." You say defiantly, meeting his gaze.
Everyone knows the implication of you returning the gizmo. Without it, you're effectively stranded in your universe, unable to return to the society. This isn't a decision made lightly, it's a point of no return.
As you step through the portal, you glance back one last time. You see Miguel’s face, contorted in pain, but he doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak and he doesn't stop you.
Your heart is breaking, but you can’t stay here. Not when it’s this painful.
You turn away and head toward the portal room, with one hand lightly grazing your tummy. Gwen calls your name, but you don’t stop.
In the dim light of the room, the world seems to fade away as you lie there with Miguel on top of you. You are under him, breathless, your fingers running through his hair. His body pins you down in a tender, electrifying way, and you can feel the rhythm of his heart beating against yours.
His fangs graze the curve of your neck lightly, eliciting a shiver that runs through you. In response, he nuzzles into you, his breath warm against your skin.
"Ever think about what we're doing?" he asks in a whisper that vibrates against your neck.
"Constantly," you respond, your fingers tracing the curve of his broad shoulders, "but I don’t regret it, not a moment.”
He lifts his head, his red orbs searching yours. “Neither do I,” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. His hand reaches up to trace the contour of your face.
"You know," you whisper, your hands continuing caressing his back, "I always wondered what it was like in your universe, in your time."
He shifts a little, propping himself up on one elbow as he looks down at you. His eyes, usually as unreadable, now seem to crack open; emotions swirl within them like stars.
"It was great, you know," his voice is gentle, each word enveloping you. "No, more than that – it was perfect," he corrects himself. His eyes never leave yours as he continues, "I had my Gabriella. Ah, you would have adored her." His voice softens to a mere whisper as if speaking her name too loudly might shatter the memory. "She was this incredible burst of life just like you. My own little sunshine. I didn’t know my heart could hold so much until she came into my life."
"The way she would throw her head back and laugh, it was like music. Her tiny hands – so soft and gentle. I remember how one of them always found mine, and the world felt... right." He continued, "I was never alone, never empty." He swallows hard, as if trying to keep the flood of emotions from washing over him.
You cup his cheek gently, smiling up at him. "You don't have to be alone, you know?"
He lets out a dry chuckle. “Sometimes it feels like there's no other option. It’s my fate."
“What scares you the most, Miguel?” you suddenly ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
He hesitates. “To lose myself… to forget what it means to care for someone,” he finally confesses.
“You won’t,” you assure him, your thumb stroking his cheek. “Not if you don’t let yourself.”
“¿y tú?” His voice is husky. “What’s your biggest fear?”
“To be forgotten,” you whisper.
He lowers himself and presses his forehead against yours. “Imposible,” he breathes. “You’re the sun. No one forgets the sun.” He pulls you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer until the world outside disappears.
Suddenly, his wrist console beeps, yanking him back to the present. "O’Hara, are you okay?" Lyla's voice echoes in the room, breaking the silence. He blinks, his gaze focusing on the holographic screen displaying the mission details in front of him. "Yeah, Lyla," he responds, his voice a bit hoarse. "Just remembered something," he murmurs, and refocuses on the screen before him.
Amidst the sea of codes and numbers, Miguel finds himself struggling to focus. His thoughts still are consumed by you, and a heavy realization crashes down upon him like a tidal wave - he’s lost you forever.
He always knew that this was how it was meant to be. This was the only logical conclusion, the inevitable outcome that he had tried so hard to deny. He was aware of the potential repercussions, the cosmic imbalance that could be brought about by your intertwining fates.
Lyla had warned him multiple times, cautioned him against letting you close. But how could he have possibly resisted you? You, who shone brighter than the sun, who captured the hearts of everyone around with your aura and your kind soul. Your beauty was unparalleled, and your laughter had the power to fill a room, casting away shadows. He was a moth drawn to your flame, hopelessly captivated from the very first day he met you.
But you were never meant to be his story, not the path his life was meant to tread. You belonged to another world, another universe.
"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" Lyla breaks the silence with her smooth, computerized voice. “No,” he interrupts her sharply, his voice a little too forceful.
But Lyla isn't easily deterred. "You know it was dangerous from the beginning, Miguel," Lyla continues. "Engaging with her like that...it could have caused irreparable damage to the multiverse."
"I know," he replies curtly.
Unyielding, Lyla continues, "This was never supposed to be a canon event. Her universe is not meant to mix with yours. It's fortunate that she left when she did. The damage could've been—"
“I KNOW!” Miguel suddenly erupts, his voice thundering through the room. He screams, his frustration boiling over, "¡Ya lo sé, Lyla! ¡Basta ya!" ("I already know, Lyla! Enough already!") With a loud grunt, he sweeps his arm across his desk, sending his keyboard, mug, and various other items crashing to the ground.
There is a deafening silence as Miguel breathes heavily, his chest heaving. His eyes are wide, his face is flushed and his fangs are bared. He never loses control, not like this.
Lyla, for once, remains silent.
3 months later…
Back in Nea Yorkey, Earth 586 , you are perched on the rooftop, absentmindedly rubbing your stomach. Time has passed since you left Nueva York and Miguel, but your feelings for him are still a tangled mess. Damn these pesky pregnancy hormones.
For once, it’s pretty calm out there. No honking horns in traffic jams or the usual buzz of people everywhere. It’s like the city hit the pause button and honestly, it’s kind of nice. The streetlights are like tiny fairy lights all over, and the tall buildings around you feel like they’re keeping you company.
The cool breeze brushes against your face, and you can't help but be lost in your thoughts. Thoughts of him. The relentless flood of emotions is almost too much to handle.
The flashback hits you hard, placing you right back in Miguel's office late one evening. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your backside planted firmly on his desk amidst strewn cables and metallic pieces and half-empty coffee mugs.
"Miguel, someone will catch us," you had warned, your breath hitching as he nipped at your skin, his hands deftly moving to undo your skintight suit. His hair was a little longer then, the ends tickling your forehead as he kissed you.
He had just chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, making your heart flutter. "They know better than to disturb me," he'd responded confidently, his lips trailing fiery kisses along your jawline.
Usually, Miguel was cautious about showing any sign of affection when others might be around, even if 'around' meant anywhere in the sprawling headquarters of the Spider Society. Yet, that night, he seemed to throw caution to the wind.
In his enclosed office, late into the evening, he let his guard down - a rarity. His lips were insistent against your skin, his touch setting you alight. You remember how the soft glow of the desk lamp had caught in his eyes, making them appear even more mesmerizing.
As he was holding your ass up steady and pounding into you, in a pace and fervor you never experienced before, you hear his communicator ring vibrating. You instinctively attempt to pull away, assuming he would answer the call, but he holds you tighter, his lips never leaving your skin.
His free hand pulls up a holographic screen,which flickered to life above the desk, revealing a slightly pixelated image of Jess. You panic for a moment, worried that she might see you in this intimate moment with Miguel, but he just shook his head slightly, reassuring you that she can't. He must have filtered the video feed on his end.
“Yes, Jess?” Miguel’s voice was steady, but his breath ghosted your neck in short spurts. He continued with his action, his thrusts a little slower but deep, nevertheless. You clamp your teeth down onto Miguel's shoulder in a desperate attempt to stifle the moans escaping your throat, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. You can barely contain yourself. Miguel's soft, amused chuckle vibrate through you as he wraps his arms around you protectively. Asshole.
“We’ve got an anomaly on Earth-4067, seems like a temporal rift,” Jess's voice came through the hologram.
“Have you tried the Q-particle stabilizer?” Miguel asks, his voice so casual it's almost disarming. His eyes meet yours, a playful glint in them.
“Yeah, but it didn’t work. The rift is actually growing,” Jess responds, the worry in her voice increasing. “What do you think we should do?”
“Alright, I want you to reconfigure the dimensional frequency to match the rift. Then patch the satellite feed through the Alchemax algorithm, reverse the temporal frequency by 4.7 hertz and use the resonance pulse to stabilize the rift,” Miguel articulates with authority as he continues to pick up his pace. You’re close to the edge, with the euphoria threatening to make you cry out. The sheer pleasure is now tinged with a faint edge of pain, and a wave of panic crashes over you. The thought of Jess possibly hearing you is nerve-wracking, and you’re now fighting to suppress your screams.
Your breathing becomes erratic as you whisper in a hoarse, needy voice, “Miguel, ‘m close."
"I know, mami. Come for me," he whispers back, his voice filled with a playful mischief that seems to defy the gravity of the situation. His hot breath against your ear sends shivers down your spine and the wave of pleasure crushes down on you.
“Miguel, are you sure about this? I mean, if something goes wrong…” Jess hesitates.
“I’m sure, Jess.” Thrust. “Do.” Another hard thrust. “it.” Miguel’s voice turns forceful.
“Okay, I trust you. But... are you alright? You sound kinda breathless,” Jess's suspicion returns.
“Oh, just...uh...running some diagnostics. It’s a bit stuffy in here,” Miguel replies with a smirk on his face, his fingers now gently brushing against your bare heated skin.
The rooftop is silent again, and you're still rubbing your belly, where the life you and Miguel created is growing. A bittersweet tear rolls down your cheek as you wish, not for the first time, that things could have been different.
You don’t know how long you are sitting there, taking in the city scene. But it was getting dark, when a familiar figure swings onto the rooftop. It's Gwen, carrying a small package in her hand. “Gwen? What brings you to Nea Yorkey?”
She walks up to you with a soft smile, "Do I need a reason to visit my favourite Spider-Ma? I've got something for you."
You raise an eyebrow as she hands you the package. As you unwrap it, you find a tiny Spider-Man hat, similar to the one Mayday usually wears. And to your surprise, there’s a tiny anarchy pin, attached to it.
"From the group," she says softly. She adds, pointing at the pin, "This bit here, that’s from Hobie." Of course it is.
You’re moved to tears as you hug the hat close. It's a simple gift, yet it means so much. You feel a lump in your throat, and Gwen steps forward, wrapping you in a warm, comforting hug.
"I...I miss all of you so much," you manage to whisper, your voice choked with emotion.
"We miss you too," Gwen replies, her voice equally soft.
You pull back, wiping your eyes. Gwen tries to lighten the mood, "So, any guesses on the gender? I bet it’s a boy."
You shrug, a small smile tugging at your lips, "I don't care what it's going to be. I just want them to be healthy."
Gwen grins, "Just remember, if it is a boy and he turns out to be a handful, you owe me a soda."
You both sit on the edge of the rooftop in a comfortable silence, legs swinging over the city, the conversation turns more serious.
"So," you venture, "how are things back at the Spider Society?"
Gwen’s expression turns contemplative. "It's been... strange since you left," she admits.
"Strange how?" you prod.
"Well, you know how Miguel was always a little on the, uh, grumpy side?" she says, making a grimace.
"You mean being a brooding fortress of doom and gloom?" you quip, and Gwen chuckles.
"Yeah, that. Well, he's gotten worse since you left. Like, way worse," Gwen's face turns somber as she continues. "He’s even more closed off than before. His temper’s shorter, he barely communicates, and he's been pushing everyone away. Miguel’s basically got everyone on lockdown. No unauthorized visits between universes. There’s this... I don’t know... this cloud hanging over him, you know?”
Your heart tightens as you take in her words. You had no idea that your departure had such an impact on him, or anyone for that matter.
“He doesn’t talk about it, but I think he misses you,” Gwen adds, looking directly into your eyes.
You are torn. Part of you wants to be angry at Miguel for how things went down, but another part aches for him.
Gwen nudges you. "Maybe he needs his sunshine back," she says with a gentle smile.
You sit in silence for a moment, the weight of Gwen’s words sinking in. “Don’t be silly. I was never his sunshine.”
4 months later…
Beneath the pale glow of hospital lights, pain and joy mingle in the delivery room. The grip you have on the sheets gets tighter as you push to usher your baby into the world. Your hair is sticking to your forehead, your breath comes in heaving gasps, exhaustion painting dark circles under your eyes.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, a portal flickers to life outside your window, and Gwen, Peter B., and Hobie emerge.
“Make way! The party has arrived!” Peter B. exclaims loudly.
“I don’t believe in parties.” Hobie says as he struts in, clad in his Spider suit with a leather jacket over it, pins and patches proudly displayed.
Gwen knocks at your door. The midwife, busy with you in the labor, answers.
“Uh, who are you?” the midwife asks, slightly agitated.
“We’re friends of hers,” Peter gestures towards you, “is it a good time?”
You hear their voices, but you cant muster up a response all you can do is scream and push.
“Blimey, I didn’t think it’d be like somethin’ outta Alien! You alright there, love?” Hobie’s eyes go wide, as he enters the room.
You can't help but laugh through the pain, "Oh, just peachy, thanks for asking."
Gwen steps forward, immediately grabbing your hand, her voice soothing, “Hey, you’re doing great. Is there anything we can do?”
“You could get Hobie out of here,” you jest, rolling your eyes, but your smile betrays your appreciation. Another loud scream follows.
“You got this, luv!” Hobie shouts. “Just imagine the bloody contractions as guitar riffs! You’re about to release the raddest album in history!”
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you hear the cries of your newborn baby.
“Congratulations, it's a boy!” the nurse announces, handing the baby to to you.
You can’t help but laugh. Gwen steps closer to the bed and takes a peek at the baby. Her eyes light up. “Told you, it’s a boy. He’s absolutely beautiful,” she whispers.
Hobie chimes in. “Alright, let’s get a proper look at the little bloke!” He leans in, and his face softens. "Oh, look at 'im!" Hobie exclaims in his thick British accent, peering at him. "Little blighter's a spitting image of 'is mum, ain't he?” No. You see it then, the dark eyes with a hint of red glow echo the intensity of his father's gaze, the dark chocolate hair and the sun kissed complexion. He looked undeniably just like Miguel. You cant help yourself but fall immediately in love with your and Miguel’s little boy.
As they prepare to leave, Gwen, Peter B., and Hobie each take turns holding Gabriel and whispering well-wishes to him.
“I can’t thank you guys enough for being here,” you say, wiping away a tear.
Peter’s mask is off and he’s beaming. "We couldn't miss this for the multiverse!"
Gwen follows suit, "Yeah! Plus, Hobie wouldn't let us hear the end of it if we didn’t."
“We’re family,” Peter says firmly. “Across universes and timelines. We’re always here for each other.”
With that, the trio put on their masks and with another whoosh, they're gone.
1 year later...
One year has passed like a whirlwind. You've established a balance in your life. By day, you are a doting mother, and your world revolves around a little ball of energy named Gabriel. His laugh is the music that fuels your day, and his tiny hands holding yours make everything seem alright.
At night, though, you become someone else. Clad in a white suit adorned with golden sun patterns, you swing through the skyscrapers of Nea Yorkey as the Sun Spider. Your heart swells with pride, knowing that you’re keeping the streets and your little boy safe.
Your neighbor, Melissa, sometimes babysits Gabriel. She is a cheerful, quirky 16-year-old neighbor who dreams of becoming an Instagram influencer. You trust her (her career choice not so much) and, most importantly, Gabriel adores her.
Up until today, you believed that he hadn't inherited any powers. However, today was the first time he climbed up a wall and spun a web, without the aid of a web-slinger. It was the first time you witnessed him display such powers, and naturally, you were impressed. However, you also realized that being a mom would now involve dealing with a whole new set of challenges and responsibilities, making everyday life more exhausting than before. But you are up for the challenge;
Meanwhile, in the Spider Society’s HQ in Nueva York, Lyla’s holographic screen blinks red as she detects an anomaly in Earth 586 - your universe. She reports it to Miguel, who is still his grumpy self, seemingly even more irritable with each day passing.
“There’s a presence in Earth 586 that does not belong,” Lyla reports in her emotionless tone.
Miguel, sitting at his desk, sighs deeply. “Assemble the team. Pavitr, Lego Spider-Man, and... let’s bring in the newbie, Miles.”
Minutes later, the trio is briefed about the anomaly – a two-year-old child. They are to extract the child and bring it back.
Back in your universe, you're facing off against a notorious villain – The Shocker, who is on a rampage downtown. His high-frequency shock waves shake the very foundations of the buildings around you.
“Not tonight, Shocker,” you quip as you dodge a blast. “I’ve got a bedtime story to read!”
You're agile and sharp, but you can’t wait to get back home to Gabriel.
In your apartment, Melissa is on the couch, engrossed in her phone. She doesn't notice Pavitr slyly slipping into Gabriel's room. He can’t help but feel conflicted, seeing the innocent child asleep.
“This is the target?” Pavitr speaks in a hushed tone into his communicator. His voice is laced with doubt.
“Yes, proceed,” responds Miguel firmly.
Pavitr gently picks up Gabriel, cradling him in his arms. “Sorry, little guy,” he whispers and slips out.
Outside, they gather near the portal. Miles, who is visibly excited to be on his first mission, can sense the tension among the group.
“That was… too easy,” Pavitr murmurs, still holding the sleeping child.
Through the swirling portal, they make their way back to Nueva York.
Meanwhile, you web up The Shocker and leave him hanging for the police.
Back in the Spider Society's HQ in Nueva York, the team stands in a specialized containment room with the toddler still peacefully sleeping nestled in a makeshift bed of spider-web, completely oblivious to the attention he's attracting. One by one, members of the Spider Society trickle into the room, drawn by curiosity and concern.
Miles, who is new to the Spider Society, looks at the child with confusion. "I don't get it, what's so dangerous about a kid?" he asks.
Pavitr looks conflicted, “We have to determine where he came from and why he is considered an anomaly.”
Lego Spider-Man remains silent, trying to analyze the situation. He finally speaks up. "We should be cautious. Just because it's a child doesn't mean it's not potentially hazardous to the multiverse."
Miguel enters the room, his face cold and emotionless. He glances at the sleeping child, then at his team. “It doesn’t matter what it is. Anomalies threaten the balance of the multiverse. Every anomaly has to be returned to its home universe. That’s the rule.” he says sternly.
"But he's not an anomaly, boss," Jess adds, gazing fondly at the child. "He's a little boy."
Miguel’s gaze is unwavering, ignoring Jess. “Lyla? Whats the status?”
Lyla's holographic form flickers into the room. "This entity possesses unknown powers," she declares, her voice ringing out with clinical detachment. "And according to my scans, it doesn't belong to any known universe. Therefore, it cannot be returned. It must be... eliminated."
Miles' eyes widen. “Wait, you mean…?” he can’t bring himself to finish the sentence.
Pavitr steps forward, his fists clenched. “We can’t just... There must be another way.”
Back in your universe, you swing closer to your apartment, but your spider-sense starts are tingling with a ferocity you’ve never experienced before. Your heart races, and you quicken your pace. Bursting through the window, you find Melissa still sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone.
"Where is he? Where’s Gabriel?!" you shout, panic straining your voice.
Melissa's eyes go wide as she looks up from her phone. "What? He's in his room, sleeping," she says, but her voice falters when she sees the terror on your face.
You rush into Gabriel's room and find the crib empty. Your knees buckle, and a guttural scream escapes your lips. The room spins as you run back to the living room, grabbing Melissa by the shoulders.
"Did anyone come in? Did you see anything?!" you practically scream at her.
“I... I didn’t see anyone. I swear!” Melissa's voice shakes.
Your heart feels like it's tearing apart. You look around the room, desperate for any clue. You need to find your son, and something deep within you tells you that the Spider Society is where you need to go. You have to find a way to travel through the multiverse without a gizmo and the time is ticking. You have to find your son.
Back in the HQ in the midst of the tension-filled room, Gwen stands up, "Miguel, you can't be serious," she pleads, disbelief resonating in her voice. "We can't just... kill a baby.”
Miguel's eyes narrow. "Sometimes tough decisions have to be made for the greater good.”
Just then, little Gabriel wakes up. His big eyes wander curiously around the room, and he starts to make happy babbling sounds. Unfazed by his surroundings, he looks at each of the Spider-People with fascination.
As Peter B. is about to reach down to pick Gabriel up, the toddler crawls quickly over to Miguel. His little face lights up with the purest of smiles and he reaches his tiny arms towards Miguel as if trying to give him a hug.
The room seems to collectively hold its breath. Even Miguel seems taken aback.
Pavitr can't help it, “He seems to have taken a liking to you, boss.”
Gwen smiles, her eyes watering up. “See? Even this innocent soul can sense there’s still good in you.”
Tiny fingers grip at the fabric of Miguel's suit, baby Gabriel coos and giggles as he clambers up the towering figure. Planting tiny baby kisses on any part of Miguel he can reach, the toddler's joyous laughter rings in the silent room. "Vete, Vete." Miguel mutters. And despite Miguel's cold exterior, Gabriel is unphased, drawn to him as though an invisible bond exists between them.
Miguel looks frustrated and uncomfortable with the baby's affection. He awkwardly picks Gabriel up at arm’s length. But the little one is relentless, trying to cuddle into Miguel’s chest.
Annoyed, Miguel places Gabriel into a containment field made of energy beams, to keep him in place. The baby, though restrained, is still reaching out to Miguel with his tiny hands, cooing.
The room goes quiet again, and Gwen speaks, her voice soft.
“Look at him, Miguel. Please. You can’t tell me that this doesn’t affect you in any way.”
Miguel's face is tense, his jaw clenched. His eyes dart between Gwen and Gabriel. All eyes are directed towards Miguel. The room feels like it’s waiting for something to shatter.
“We do what needs to be done, no exceptions.”
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In your universe, you are known as the Sun Spider. It all started on a school field trip to a solar energy research center, where you were accidentally exposed to a spider that had been subjected to intense solar radiation. You woke up with a white-hot surge of power, and your life changed forever. You donned a suit of pure white, taking the name that reflected both your newfound abilities and the brightness you brought into the world: Spider-Sun.
Your ability to harness solar energy and transform it into powerful blasts or create protective shields made you a formidable superhero in your home city, Nea Yorkey. Your ability to bring light to even the darkest corners of your city earned you the love of its citizens.
However, everything changed when you were suddenly pulled into the Spider-Verse.
Upon arriving, you were greeted by the gruff leader of this interdimensional team of Spider-People, Miguel O'Hara. His reputation preceded him - the genius intellect, the imposing figure, the gruff demeanor. Everyone respected him, and some even feared him. You, on the other hand, were drawn to him. There was something about that guarded demeanor that called to your own sunny nature.
You became an integral part of the team, fighting off anomalies and working hard to maintain the balance in the Spider-Verse. And despite Miguel's stern exterior, you felt yourself falling for him.
One mission was particularly rough, and you found yourself alone with Miguel in a safe house, nursing your wounds. His usually stern face softened as he tended to your injuries. The distance that he usually maintained was nowhere to be seen.
"Thank you, Miguel," you whispered.
He looked at you, his usually hard eyes soft. "You fought well, mi sol."
There was a moment of silence, a strange tension hanging in the air. Then, Miguel leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was filled with unexpected passion.
In that moment, you were not the Sun Spider, and he was not the Spider-Man 2099. You were just two people, seeking solace in each other.
Afterwards, as you laid side by side, Miguel turned to you, a serious look on his face. "This...this can't be more than what it is. Just...you know, stress relief," he muttered, his voice just above a whisper.
His words wounded you. Naturally, they did. He had reduced your relationship to mere stress relief, as if you were some object devoid of feelings. Yet, in spite of it all, you fell for him. Perhaps you were naive, even foolish, but you didn't care. You yearned for him and were ready to accept any fraction of affection he was willing to offer, no matter how small.
During the day, as you fought alongside him against the anomalies threatening the Spider-Verse, his attention toward you was sparse. He mostly shared only necessary information, barely making eye contact. Sometimes he didn't speak at all, and you and the rest of the team would receive mission orders and briefings from Lyla, his AI assistant.
But at night, when the two of you were alone, he became a different person. He'd whisper praises into your ear, telling you how exceptionally you fought, how much he desired you. He showed you his hidden vulnerability under the cover of darkness, the sheets their only witness. He'd gently stroke your hair and peppered your jaw and temple with kisses until you fell asleep, only for you to wake up the next morning to an empty, cold spot where he once lay.
This cycle - his coldness by day, and the fervor by night - repeated itself relentlessly for months.
And so, this is how you find yourself: disoriented, frenzied, and on the verge of tears, seated on the couch of your best friend, Peter B. Parker, in Earth-616. Cradled in your arms is his sweet daughter, Mayday, who, with her innocent touch, tries to console you. Yet her wide eyes dart anxiously to her father, reflecting her own alarm at your distress.
Peter rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe we should wait until MJ gets home?" he suggests, then, with a furrowed brow, he asks, “Have you tried talking to Jess about this?”
You shake your head vigorously. "No, I haven't told anyone. I have no idea what to do," you confess, your voice breaking.
Peter, ever the caring friend, gently takes Mayday from your arms and sets her down. He turns back to face you with a sympathetic gaze. “Do you..eh.. know who the father is?” he inquires softly.
You shake your head again, even though deep down, you know the truth. “The father is out of the picture. He doesn’t know, and he never will because he doesn’t want kids,” you whisper, fighting back tears.
As you and Peter sit down on the couch in his cozy living room, you find a sense of comfort being around him. His experience as both a superhero and a parent seems like it could be a beacon in this storm you're facing. The room is quiet, save for the soft ticking of a clock on the wall.
“You know, Peter,” you begin, your voice almost a whisper. “I’m terrified. What if the baby has powers? How am I going to protect them, especially if...if I can’t stop fighting anomalies?”
Peter looks thoughtful. “That’s a valid concern. First, you should know that you don’t have to do this alone. There’s a whole community of us, and we stick together. If the child does have powers, she or he will be badass like Mayday, right?”
You nod slowly but then anxieties pile on top of each other in your mind. “But... how can I hide this? Nobody and I mean nobody is supposed to know that I’m pregnant. Especially not...” You trail off, not finishing the sentence.
Peter rubs his chin, deep in thought. “We could look into modifying your suit, maybe talk to some tech geniuses in the Spider-Verse about creating something that can shield or conceal the pregnancy.”
You roll your eyes. “That kinda defies the ‘nobody is allowed to know ‘ordeal, Peter. You have to promise me that this stays between us.”
“I promise,” Peter says sincerely.
Silence fills the room again, and then you voice another fear. “Peter, what if...what if I’m not a good mother? What if I mess this up?”
Peter smiles warmly. “You know, I had those same fears when Mayday was born. I think it’s normal for any parent. But, take it from me, the fact that you’re worried about being a good parent means you’re already on the right track. You’ve got a good heart. Trust it.”
You look down at your hands, fingers interlaced. “Thank you, Peter. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“You’ll never have to find out,” he says with a reassuring smile. “We’re family, in this weird, Spider-Verse kind of way. But maybe… and I am sayig this as a father myself… reconsider telling the father. I can’t imagine any guy wanting to give up this.” He says, pointing to his precious daughter playing with a napkin she found on the floor.
"Maybe you should reconsider telling the father," Peter's words are echoing in your mind like a haunting melody. A part of you yearns for that possibility. Perhaps you're not alone in this. Maybe, just maybe, Miguel wants this as much as you do.With newfound resolve, you set off for the Spider-Verse headquarters, expecting to find Miguel tucked away in his office, immersed in maintaining the spider verse or as he calls it "arachno- something-multiverse-thingy” or something similar to that.
Upon reaching his office door, you pound on it sharply. No response. Frowning, you knock again, a little harder this time. When silence continues to greet you, you slowly turn the doorknob and peek inside. There he is, hunched over his desk, lost in a world of numbers and codes.
"Miguel, I-" you start, but his sharp voice cuts you off.
"No," he interrupts, his tone cold. "Did I say you can come in? Dios mio, why are you always so damn clingy?"
His words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stare at him, taken aback by his blatant disregard for your feelings. You can feel the beginnings of tears prick at the corner of your eyes, but you will them away.
He doesn't mean it, he doesn't mean it like that. This mantra plays over and over in your head, like a broken record. You take a deep breath, forcing down the hurt his words cause.
"Look, Miguel," you begin, struggling to keep your voice steady. "There’s something we need to talk about, and I think it's important for you to listen to me."
“Fucking hell, woman! What exactly don’t you understand. I’m busy. I don’t care about your little problems, right now.” he barks, not even looking up.
“Miguel,” you speak up, forcing the words out through clenched teeth, “ I’ve never asked anything from you. Not once have did I ask you to stay, to feel the same I feel, to fucking talk to me when people are around. Please all I am asking you is to just ... listen to me, fpr once.” Your voice grows stronger as you speak, a determined fire igniting within you.
Miguel finally looks up, his eyes meeting yours. For a moment, he seems taken aback by the resolve he saw there.
He rubs his temples. “Can we do this later?”
“No!” you shout. “It’s always later with you. You’re like...like a ghost. Just a figure in the hallway. I don’t need a figure, I need a person! I need someone who listens when...”
He glares at you, his eyes narrowing. “Okay, okay I will listen just not now. Whatever it is, it can wait.”
“No, it can’t,” you retort, your voice shaking a bit. “Why is it that every time I try to talk to you, you just brush me off? Am I that insignificant to you?”
He stands up abruptly, the chair skidding behind him. “This? This is what you want to talk about?” he says with a tone of annoyance. “Look, I have a million things to deal with and-”
“And what? And I’m not one of them? Just five minutes, Miguel! That’s all I ask!”
The room is tense. Your heart is racing. His eyes are fiery. It's a standoff.
“And what is so important that you have to disrupt everything right now?” he challenges.
Your breath catches in your throat. This is it. You're about to say it.
“I...” you stammer. “I need to tell you that...”
Suddenly, the door to the office swings open and Jess storms in.
“Miguel, we have a major issue in Sector 12! The anomalies...” she starts, then catches sight of your tear-streaked face. “Oh, am I interrupting something?”
Miguel seems to shake off the tension and slips back into commander mode. “No nothing important. What’s happening in Sector 12?”
You can't believe it. Just like that, he turns away. It feels like your heart is being squeezed.
Jess starts rattling off data and scenarios. The two of them are talking, but you don’t hear it anymore. All you can think of is how you almost told him. How you just wanted five minutes.
Your hands shake and you quietly step out of the room. The door closes behind you, and it feels like a chapter that you can’t read has been sealed away.
The next day you are on Earth-8311, an anthropomorphic animal-dominated universe. It's the home of Peter Porker, the Spectacular Spider-Ham, and you can't help but find it amusing.
The mission: to transport an anomaly, which resembles an enormous floating jellyfish, back to its home universe. It's been pure chaos here, and you are determined to set things right.
The team: Gwen, Hobie, and Peter B. Parker. You're all in your suits, eyes sharp, and webs at the ready.
"Alright, Spiders. Let's round this jelly up and send it home," Peter B. Parker takes charge, shooting a web towards a nearby building.
You swing alongside him, your thoughts a whirlwind. The world around you blurs - the animal citizens, the bustling cityscape, the strange yet familiar surroundings.
The anomaly appears before you, thrashing and pulsating as it floats through the sky. It releases blasts of energy that ripple through the air.
"Watch out, Sunny!" Gwen calls out as she dodges a blast.
You, however, are a split second too late. Your reflexes are off, your movements sluggish. The blast sends you spiraling towards the ground.
Hobie swings in and catches you mid-air, his guitar strapped on his back. “Get it together, Sun!” he shouts over the noise, his punk-styled hair waving wildly.
You shake off your daze and look up to see Peter B. Parker shooting webs to pull the anomaly back down, while Gwen is deploying a device to open a portal back to its home universe.
Your heart races as you focus on the task at hand. You need to get this right, not just for yourself, but for the life you’re now carrying. Your suit seems to glow even brighter in the chaos.
With a final combined effort, you manage to lasso the anomaly and push it through the portal. The anomaly disappears, and the portal closes behind it.
The team regroups on a rooftop. Gwen is catching her breath, Hobie is tuning his guitar, and Peter B. Parker gives you a concerned look.
“Are you okay?” Gwen asks, her voice laced with worry. “You weren’t yourself up there.”
The weight of the secret you’re carrying feels unbearable. But you're not ready to share it.
“Promise me you won’t tell Miguel about this,” you say, your voice barely audible.
Gwen raises an eyebrow, while Hobie crosses his arms. Peter B. Parker simply nods.
“Nah, Bossman doesn’t need to know about this,” Hobie says, and there’s a firmness in his voice that is strangely comforting.
Back in the HQ, your head spins, and your stomach feels like it's doing somersaults. You mumble a quick excuse about feeling nauseous and practically sprint to the nearest restroom.
Meanwhile, Gwen, Hobie, and Peter B. Parker head to the cafeteria to grab something to eat.
As they sit down at a table with their trays, Gwen breaks the silence. “Is it okay if I say that this mission was kind of easy? Like, I’ve seen Sunny take down Doc Ock from Earth-818, and she did that without any problem. So what was that today?” Gwen’s concern is apparent.
Hobie, munching on a sandwich, nods in agreement. "Yeah, it's like her spidey senses were jammed or somethin'. Never seen her like that before."
Peter B. Parker looks thoughtfully at his sandwich, then glances up at Gwen and Hobie. He’s torn, having promised you to keep your secret but also wanting your friends to understand why you were off your game.
"You guys remember when she fought Morlun on Earth-001? She was a totally smashin’ it, and today, she nearly got turned into spider-paste by a floating jellyfish. That ain’t right," Hobie adds.
Gwen’s eyes suddenly widen. "Oh my God! Do you think she’s in trouble? Like, something from her universe? Or maybe she's having an identity crisis! Should we stage an intervention?"
Peter B. Parker clears his throat. “Maybe she’s just having an off day.”
Gwen’s eyes narrow as she scrutinizes Peter. “You know something, don’t you?”
Peter scratches the back of his head, obviously uncomfortable. “Nope, no idea.”
Hobie puts down his sandwich and leans in. "Oi, mate. Spill your guts. There's something dodgy going on. She's always been our burst of sunshine, lifting the mood. But now she's... dimmed. What's going on with our Sunny, Parker?"
Before Peter B. Parker could answer Gwen’s barrage of questions, Jess - Spider-Woman - appears, her belly showing. She takes a seat at the table and, oblivious to the serious conversation that was taking place, asks them about their latest mission.
"So, how did your mission go?" Jessica asks, while munching on her Burger.
"Nothing to report, Jess," Gwen answers, a little too quickly, her face all sunshine and false smiles. Peter simply nod in agreement.
“Yah, all good!” Hobie chimes in, flashing a grin that seems a little too bright.
“How about you? How are you holding up?” Peter asks Jess, trying to steer the conversation away from the mission.
Jessica shrugs, not overly concerned, and bites into her burger. "'M good. You know, I'm so glad I can finally eat a burger again. At the beginning of my pregnancy, practically every food made me nauseous, especially after swinging around on missions.”
Suddenly, there's a moment of collective realization among Gwen, Hobie. It’s as if their spider senses are tingling in unison. They exchange knowing looks, all of them silently putting the pieces together.
Gwen’s eyes are wide, Hobie’s eyebrows are raised, and they both turn to look at Peter, who simply nods.
Jess, noticing the silent exchange, squints at them. “What is up with you guys? You’re acting weird. Well, weirder than usual.”
“Uh, nothin’!” Hobie says, a little too quickly.
“Yeah, just tired from the mission,” Gwen adds, trying to play it cool.
Jess rolls her eyes and stands up. “Alright, weirdos. I’m gonna go find some normal people to talk to,” she says jokingly and walks away.
After she leaves, the trio leans in.
“Sunny’s pregnant, isn’t she?” Gwen whispers.
Hobie's eyes are as wide as saucers. “That would explain everything!”
Peter B. Parker nods. “We need to be there for her, but remember, it’s her news to share when she’s ready.”
They make a pact to support you without pushing you to reveal anything before you're ready.
As you walk back into the cafeteria, you find your friends huddled together. They break apart when they see you and welcome you back with smiles and light conversation, but something in their demeanor is different but you can’t put your finger on it. They are being more attentive, considerate, and frankly, a little too curious about your well-being.
"Are you sure you're okay, Sunny?" Gwen asks for the third time since you sat down. Her concern is genuine, but her intensity is slightly off-putting.
"Yeah, do you need anything?" Hobie offers, his eyes gleaming with unspoken curiosity. "Food, drink, or maybe... pickles?" Pickles? Thats oddly specific.
There's a burst of laughter from Gwen, and even Peter is suppressing a chuckle.
"What's up with the pickles?" You ask, looking at them suspiciously.
"Oh, nothing!" Gwen says, a little too quickly, trying to hold back her laughter.
"Hmm, pickles and ice cream, a weird combo, innit?" Hobie wonders aloud, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
Again, there's suppressed laughter, and you look at each of them, a realization slowly dawning on you. You turn to Peter, your gaze steady and serious. "You told them, didn't you?" Peter looks shocked, but quickly composes himself. "I didn't exactly tell them, per se," he confesses, "I might've confirmed their suspicions when they asked, but they figured it out on their own. Spider senses and all that jazz.”
Before you could respond, Gwen and Hobie jump in, both talking over each other in an attempt to apologize.
"We're sorry, Sunny," Gwen says sincerely. "We didn't mean to invade your privacy, it's just that... we're worried about you. Please don’t be mad."
Hobie nods, adding, "And we're right behind ya, whatever comes our way. We've got your back, no doubt about it."
You are happy, while the situation isn't ideal, but at least you're not alone. You have friends who care about you and, despite their unconventional way of showing it, they are there for you. You smile, comforted by their concern, and grateful for their support.
"Yeah," you finally say, "I guess we’re gonna need a lot more pickles and ice cream around here, huh?"
“Sooo...who’s the dad? Is he hot?” Gwen, leaning on the table with her elbows, asks shyly after a while.
You let out a long sigh, “He’s very hot... but also a colossal jerk.”
Peter raises an eyebrow. “You took my advice and talked to him then?”
You shake your head, your eyes starting to well up. “No, I tried. But he wouldn’t listen to me. He was busy, and I guess I wasn’t important enough. So, the baby won’t be either,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Hobie's eyes narrow, and his face is flushed with anger. "Who's this bloke, eh? I swear on me nan's grave, I'll give him a right proper earful! No one treats our Sunny like a tosser and gets away with it!"
Gwen jumps in, her eyes wide with speculation, “Wait, is he a Spider? Is it Peter? Or the other Peter? Or—”
“Guys, guys!” you cut them off, your voice cracking. “Please, it doesn’t matter. He made it clear where I stand, and it’s not with him.”
There’s a silence that settles over the table as your friends look at each other and then back to you. Their faces are a mix of concern, sadness, and frustration.
Peter B. is the first to break the silence. “You don’t have to go through this alone. You’ve got us. If the dad doesn’t want to step up, then he’s missing out on something amazing.”
Gwen nods, her eyes firm with resolve. “Yeah, we’re family. We’ve got your back, no matter what.”
Hobie, still fuming, finally calms down enough to say, "All you gotta do is whistle, love, and we'll be there in a blink. Even if it means thumping some manners into this mystery idiot."
You can't help but crack a small smile, despite the tears. You’re overwhelmed by the love and support your friends are giving you.
“Thanks, guys. You don't know how much this means to me.”
They all reach out and there’s a group hug right in the middle of the cafeteria. You didn’t know how much you needed this until it happened.
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Finally decided to post some of the fanfic I've written. The current flavor is Adrian Tepes. tags for blood drinking and smut. Because why not.
Alucard might not need it but he wanted it. You lay beneath him devoid of all thoughts, your mind purged by the pleasure he’s so willing to give. Your arms are pinned above your head, one of his hands on each of your wrists as he slides downward dragging touch and taste with him. You cry out his name in pure wanton lust and he feels it. Almost as if his fangs pulse with every thought, he swallows your moans and tries to not think about you unraveling beneath him while he drinks from you. For a moment he considers it, nipping at your bottom lip as his mouth travels downward. What would you taste like arching your back in ecstasy, his cock buried in you to the hilt as he sunk his fangs in? He knows you would love it. But he tells himself that it is too dangerous that he’s not like that…. Which only makes him want it more.
Lips, tongue, and teeth lavish your breasts with needy attention as he drags his nails across your thighs urging you to part for him. Alucard tells himself that if he can devour you as you come it will sate that craving inside him, that hearing you moan his name will tame the animal trying to claw its way out of him. But he knows you want this…you would completely unhinge.
No. He can’t entertain the thought. He loves you but… if it is wanted....perhaps.
Your belly is covered in kisses as he makes his way down leaving a wet trail with his tongue that traces directly to the slit concealing your innermost folds…he wants that too. He’s so careful to kiss you reverently along your hidden petals and you are so very wanting, liquid desire weeping for him. You cry out when he lightly tongues your clit before slithering inside to get a taste. It makes him want it more…no this was supposed to satisfy that craving. His tongue lavishes you with praise until you are bucking your hips against his mouth as you arch your back. can’t stop.... won’t stop….
You’re pinned again, his lithe but strong form holding you.
“Can I….?”
“Yes… mmnng what?" All you want is more of him.
“I want to drink you.” It’s a low whisper and he feels the shiver wrack through your body.
Alucard almost feels bad admitting it but he tells himself that he is good for asking and not just taking, but you wouldn’t have denied him anyway. You answer with a moan and a shake of your head, and he tells himself that’s enough.
As he slides inside you, so slick and wet for him, you moan in unison from the intrusion thick and tight at each end. Your back arches again crying out his name….his actual name….
“Adrian….” It’s barely a sigh followed by a silent moan at the sudden increase in his pace.
He’s losing it. This will take him and he will have you.
Alucard is driving both your pleasures as you spasm around him so close to unraveling. He thrusts rapidly and then loses himself pulling your head to the side and sinking his fangs into your flushed neck. Your pleasure takes you suddenly. The feel of his cock inside you coupled with the intense, overwhelming fire in his bite, the feel of his tongue against your skin as he drinks……you hold on to him as if all of existence depends on him. Alucard feels you spasming beneath him, coaxing him, his orgasm possesses his very being as he bites down a little harder trying to contain the animal inside him.
He releases his bite, lapping at the wounds he caused, tears threaten to form in his eyes, so afraid he will hurt you.
“Adrian, that….it felt so good.”
He’s ashamed when his cock twitches at the idea of taking you like this again, so, so very afraid he will let go….but he knew you would love it. Alucard leans into you taking your mouth in a passionate kiss before sliding his newly hardened member back into your sore cunt. Lapping at the wounds on your neck he restrained himself from biting down again. Your moans and soft cries are the most beautiful sounds driving him to buck into you, greedy for more.
“Adrian, please….”
“I can’t right now my love, I don’t want to take too much.” He whispered into your ear pleading, unsure if it is you or himself he is trying to convince. “But I will again, I promise.”
Still, he struggled but knew he could taste you again. Perhaps next time he could nibble other places….
This is my first ever attempt at participating in Kinktober as a writer. Fingers crossed I can make all 31 days. You will find all the prompts I picked, as well as who they are with below. Some will be full length stories, some will be blurbs or drabbles, and maybe even a couple headcanons. Enjoy! And Happy Halloween 🎃🎃🎃
Day 1: Predator/Prey with Doctor Strange - "All The Better To Eat You With"
Day 2: Edging with Sinister Strange -
Day 3: Double Penetration with Defender Strange -
Day 4: Accidental Stimulation with Loki -
Day 5: Jealous Sex with Bucky Barnes -
Day 6: Pussy Eating with Supreme Strange - "The Sweetest Punishment"
Day 7: Breeding with Defender Strange -
Day 8: Thigh Riding with Doctor Strange -
Day 9: Overstimulation with Bucky Barnes -
Day 10: Getting Caught Fucking or Masturbating with Loki -
Day 11: Consensual Non-Consent with Steve Rogers - "The Boy Next Door"
Day 12: Size Kink with Supreme Strange -
Day 13: Squirting with Defender Strange -
Day 14: Daddy Kink with Bucky Barnes -
Day 15: Mommy Kink with Sinister Strange - "A Light In The Dark"
Day 16: Exhibitionism with Doctor Strange - "Something To Keep You Entertained"
Day 17: Facesitting with Sinister Strange -
Day 18: Dirty Talking with Loki -
Day 19: Cockwarming with Defender Strange -
Day 20: Lingerie Kink with Sinister Strange - "Leather & Lace"
Day 21: Sex Toys with Bucky Barnes - "The Gift"
Day 22: Biting/Marking with Doctor Strange Supreme - "What's Rightfully Mine"
Day 23: Dry Humping with Bucky Barnes -
Day 24: Pussy Worship with Defender Strange -
Day 26: Mutual Masturbation with Sinister Strange - "Show Me"
Day 25: Somnophilia with Doctor Strange - "Sweet Sinful Dreams"
Day 27: Striptease &/or Lap Dance with Sinister Strange - "Dance For You"
Day 28: Degredation with Loki -
Day 29: Threesome with Doctor Strange & Bucky Barnes -
Day 30: Cumming In Their Pants with Doctor Strange -
Day 31: Monster Fucking with Doctor Strange Supreme - "The Monster Behind The Man"
Headcanon follow up to this headcanon about accidentally sending naughty pics to your crush, Doctor Stephen Strange.
Warnings: smut - 18+ only please - lots of flirting, a touch of exhibitionism
You should have known you weren't even gonna make it through dinner before one of you jumped the other.
It started the minute he opened the portal to pick you up for your date.
Grabbing your hand and pulling you to him before placing a kiss on the inside of your wrist and asking with a smile "so when do I get my surprise?"
Of course after your little naughty photo exchange and the subsequent flirting like horny teenagers it shouldn't have been a shock how forward he was.
You let him wrap his arms around your waist before responding with a sultry smirk "I do believe I posited getting a surprise on you being good. So, are you gonna be good?"
Before he could make a comeback the mood was broken by Tony fake gagging in the other room and Peter yelling "Oh my God gross!"
Now you weren't even halfway through dinner and there had been plenty of innuendo and several tongue kisses that probably shouldn't have been in public.
He still hadn't let up teasing you about getting his surprise. Knowing full well the surprise was you.
When he asked for a hint you got an idea.
He was expecting you to give him a color, maybe a fabric type, so he was a little confused when you excused yourself to the bathroom.
He knew he was in trouble when you walked back with the most wicked smile on your face and an extra swing in your step.
Once you were sitting down again you leaned in to whisper in his ear "is this a good enough hint Stephen?" and as you started playing with the hair at the nape of his neck you slipped something into his hands.
Looking down he quickly realized it was your panties. Or a near non-existent scrap of fabric that you had been wearing as panties.
He had already decided dinner was over when he felt the wet spot on them and couldn't help the moan that slipped passed his lips.
You had to squeeze your legs together at the sound he made and you swore you could see his pants immediately get tighter.
He shoved the panties into his pocket and practically dragged you through the portal to his bedroom.
Your back hit the wall with a loud thud and he had instantly hiked one of your legs up to wrap around his hip pressing his pelvis against yours.
You thought your lips might actually bruise with how hard he kissed you.
It was when you felt his cock hard against the inside of your thigh that you moaned against his mouth.
He pinned your hands over your head with one hand and let his other slide up your leg and under your skirt to grab a hold of your bare ass.
Panting as his said "Do you know that I have not been able to think about anything but fucking you since I saw those pictures you sent?" His voice now gravely and his blue eyes clouded with lust.
You rolled your hips against his before leaning forward just enough to lick at his lower lip before authoritatively saying "then fuck me Doctor."
You suddenly found yourself completely lifted off the ground with your dress effectively shoved up around your waist.
His other hand had quickly moved to undo his pants and shove them down. He may have used magic to help.
Both of you watched as he started to slide his long thick hard cock between your pussy lips. The sight of your arousal drenching him making you even wetter.
He let the head of his cock rub against your clit a little extra. Even slapping at it a little making you whimper. You were ready to beg for him.
Finally he positioned himself at your entrance. Looking up at you and kissing you as he thrust into you the first time. Swallowing up your moans as your cunt stretched to fit him.
In between bites and kisses he kept his forehead pressed to yours, smiling at the mix of random sounds and filthy praises you drowned him in as he fucked you.
His favorites were "I wanted this, wanted you, for so long", "you fuck me so good", "so fucking big", & just hearing you chant his name over and over.
He finally let go of your arms to get a better hold on your hips so he could start to thrust into you harder and faster. Your hands immediately fell into his soft thick hair, scratching at his scalp as you felt yourself getting close to cumming.
As if he could read your mind he started driving his cock into you as deep as he could, grinding his pelvis against yours to stimulate your clit.
He started coaching you towards your orgasm, he knew he was right behind you.
"That's it baby, can feel that perfect pussy squeezing me tight. Cum on my cock baby. Cream on my cock so I can fill you with mine. I know you want it."
His words made you whimper as you gripped the gray hair at his temples and you could feel your pussy starting to flutter around his cock uncontrollably.
As soon as he felt you cumming around him he started pounding into you. His face buried in your neck murmuring about how perfect you felt as his cock throbbed and he filled you to the brim with his load.
After both of you had finished, Stephen carried you over to his bed and magically removed the rest of your clothes before sliding both of you under the covers, arranging you in his arms.
You broke the silence first, "that was definitely the best blind date I've ever had." Stephen emphatically shook his head in agreement.
He grabbed his jacket off the floor and pulled your panties from the inner breast pocket, it was the sheer dark blue ones.
He held them up and looked at you with a smirk, "by the way I'm keeping these, and next time I think you should wear the red. Maybe you can try the Cloak on with that set, since they match of course."
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