this is just an idea I had while fantasizing at 3am haha. I think i might do parts to this!
You have no idea how you ended up in this situation.
You’ve been seeing both Sylus and Bruce Wayne for a couple months, respectively.
Your job makes you travel quite a bit, and you met Sylus at an airport lounge in some city you had a layover in. He was all charm with those mischievous red eyes and his intimidating stature. He sat next to you at the bar and after him buying you a few drinks, you two hit it off. You laughed and shared stories, and you quickly fell for how surprisingly sweet he was. He even walked you to your airport gate and watched your plane take off, after exchanging numbers of course. He made his way into your life full force, taking you on shopping sprees, Michelin-star restaurants, even buying your groceries and anything you needed for your home. He was the kindest guy you’ve ever met, and over the past two months, you fell for him.
You met Bruce Wayne at a fundraising gala your company invited you to a week after Sylus. You knew who he was, everyone did. His presence demanded respect and you were throughly impressed with his looks. He approached you, to your surprise, and asked for a dance. You obliged, and you quickly fell into his web. You were shocked, not only did he notice you but he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you. You danced all night, something very uncharacteristic for Bruce Wayne. It was so uncharacteristic that there were news articles about the mystery woman Bruce Wayne was dancing with. Luckily Bruce paid off the media so they wouldn’t post your picture. You two ended the night with Bruce was a perfect gentleman, and he made you feel safe. His stoic dealer seemed to melt around you, and as he wined and dined you, you found yourself catching feelings for him.
Both of them were very busy men, so at first it was easy to juggle the two of them. But, as time passes on, and they get more attached, they want more and more from you. Three weeks ago, you had to turn down Bruce to go on a croissant tour in Paris with Sylus. Then, two weeks ago, you had to turn down Sylus so you could go to Bruce’s private island. You hated rejecting them both, and even though neither of them agreed to be exclusive, you can tell they don’t like not being able to see you. That’s when The Spoiling started. Both men didn’t like being rejected, they knew that when you turned them done because you had “other plans” you were probably seeing another man. They both wanted to take it slow with you, to give you the respect to not want to be exclusive so early. Clearly, that didn’t work. So, they both decided, at the same time, that they will spoil you so much that you ll have no choice but want to be exclusive with them.
It started on a Sunday. You had the week off and no plans, both Sylus and Bruce were busy. When you exited your apartment that morning to go exercise, you were greeted by a huge box. It was a huge gift box about as tall as yourself and wrapped in a very expensive wrapping paper of your favorite color.
The note on top was addressed “To Kitten, from Sylus.” After dragging it in your apartment, you opened it with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. Inside, was everything you put on your wishlists. From home goods stores, clothing brands that you had to save up for just to buy one piece of, and even your books you had on your TBR that you kept in your phone. Wait, how did he get access to that? You quickly shrugged off those thoughts though, I mean did it matter. He just got you EVERYTHING you wanted. You call him immediately.
“You got my gift, kitten?” Sylus purrs, and you can almost hear that smirk on his face.
“Sylus!! You've outdone yourself. I love everything!” You practically squeal in his ear.
He lets out a quick laugh “Glad you like it dear, I wanted you to know how much I value your happi-“ Sylus is cut off by gunshots and chaos in the background, and you mentally kick yourself for calling him when he’s clearly in the middle of something.
“Hey, I gotta go kitten, i’ll video call you later. Make sure you’re wearing that red slip dress I just bought.”
He hangs up before you can respond, and you go about your day, until the next incident happens. You just got back home from getting some takeout, and you start playing a Tv show when a knock interrupts your dinner. You open it to a delivery man, and he takes your signature before handing you the box. Taking it inside you cut it open and can’t believe your eyes at what you’ve seen. A new computer, but not just any computer, the newest Mac Pro that hasn’t even been released yet. You don’t even have to read the note to know that Bruce bought it for you. You call him but its sent to voicemail. You send him a quick thank you text that he responds 20 minutes later with “You’re welcome, love.”
By the time Sylus video calls you, you’ve set up your computer and have got on your red slip dress. He shows up on screen looking handsome as ever, a bit tired but his eyes light up when he sees you.
“There she is.” He sighs like he’s been starving and you’re the only thing that can nourish him. He’s sat in his office, hair disheveled and the top buttons on his shirt undone. He looks extremely sexy, and you find yourself envisioning yourself on his lap. You smile at his greeting, and his brows furrow a bit as he looks around your room.
“What’s wrong?”
Sylus pauses for a moment. “Why is your camera so clear? I can literally see every plushie on your bed.”
You nervously laugh. “Oh, I just got a new computer! Its so nice, right?”
He narrows his eyes.
“You didn’t mention that you needed a new computer.”
“I- I don’t! It was just a gift.” You confessed. You give him a nervous smile at he deadpan stares at you through the camera.
“Send it back.” Sylus demands.
“Sylus!! Thats rude!”
Sylus shakes his head and laughs. He leaves the topic alone and you continue your conversation, catching each other up and falling right back into the flirty conversations you always have. He ends the conversation when you can’t sop yawning and are almost falling asleep at your vanity, promising to call you tomorrow.
Sylus, a true night owl didn’t sleep at all though. Clearly, you have another man vying for your heart and he will be damned if he lets that happen. That explains the rejected dates. Sylus decides to up the ante. He coordinates flowers and jewelry to be delivered every single day, and arranges a private chef to come and make you dinner every night. He schedules a spa appointment for you, the ultimate VIP package, already paid for, of course. He figures that’ll be enough for now, and by the end of the week, you’ll have no choice but to choose him.
Unbeknownst to Sylus, Bruce was watching the video call the whole time. Bruce didn’t really want to spy on you and invade your privacy, but his feelings for you were serious. He knew you weren’t exclusive, but he wanted to know just how much you liked this guy. He could tell you liked him, but Bruce’s ego told him that he was the perfect man for you, and he’s the only one with the means to protect you and provide for you. Bruce arranged for your favorite singer to fly out to your city just to give you a private concert. He also paid your boss to give you a whole month off. He also arranged flowers to be sent every day, along with paying for your hair appointments for he whole next year. He would not let Sylus win.
Bruce did his research on Sylus. Sylus was very hard to dig dirt up on, as the leader of Onichynus. Bruce had to pay a considerable amount of money for just a crumb of information on him, and when he found out about Luke & Kieran, he sent Dick & Jason to the n109 zone to get information out of them.
Sylus heard about the very wealthy man sticking his nose in Sylus’ business, and Sylus was happy to find out that he didn’t have to do much digging to find out who wanted to steal his kitten.
Hi! Just wanted to come and say that the lads zombie au you're writing looks great! I've never read one like that before, so I find it really interesting. Can't wait for the next chapter <3
The pouring rain conceals the sound of your footsteps, as you walked along the quiet city road. There’s no one out here, at least you hope there isn’t as you clutch your weapon tight, putting one foot in front of the other. The zombies don’t come out during the day, as light kills them. Direct sunlight kills them instantly, but any other lights can severely damage them. They only are active at night, hiding in sewers and tunnels before coming out to hunt after the sun sets. The sun set about 10 minutes ago, so you quicken your pace as you make your way through the town. You wouldn’t normally be traveling this late, but you came back from searching for food to your camp you set up in the park bathroom ransacked, all supplies gone. You need a roof over your head and some food before you perish.
You have been wandering for years now from place to place, just looking to survive. When the outbreak first started, you ran home from studying at the library to find your entire family had turned, and you ran away as fast and as far as you could. You’ve been running ever since. 10 years have passed since then, and you're no longer the 15 year old girl you were before all of this happened. The Old World is just a distant memory, and this hell is all that remains.
You try to stay alert as you walk. The hunger and fatigue has already set in, and you know its only a matter of time before you’re too weak to do anything, let alone fight and survive. The city you're in now is called Linkon, a big city with a decent amount of lights still working, so you know there must be other survivors here. There must be somewhere you can stay, just for tonight.
When the outbreak first happened people were kind. They still had hearts. You recall an elderly couple that took you in, when you ended up on their property after spraining your ankle running from zombies. And the nice family that still opened their home to you and fed you, even after you were caught stealing their vegetables. That kindness doesn’t exist anymore. Resources are scarce, and no one wants anyone taking food off their plate. Most people holed up in safe houses wouldn’t even open their door if you asked for help, and the others would probably just shoot you for being on their property in the first place. Your best bet is to find a place that you can lock or barricade yourself in, and gather your strength. You have been serving off of old bags of trail mix you found in an abandoned grocery store, and you’re starting to feel weaker by the minute.
You assume you are now in the downtown part of Linkon, as you pass several businesses that have been looted and basically destroyed, with windows broken and glass and trash everywhere, making them unsuitable for sleeping. There are more streetlights here, which means that a zombie coming out would be rare, but you’ve learned to not push your luck.
About 10 more minutes pass before you come across a sign, labeled Linkon City Mall with an arrow pointing to a pathway towards the mall. Malls are great hideout spots to camp in, but like all great camping spots, most are occupied already. You know there’s probably someone there, but the hunger and fatigue forces you to keep moving, to find shelter.
The mall has two levels, and the ground level’s windows are broken, therefore making it a vulnerable place for zombies to attack. There are not a lot of lights on, not on the bottom floor, and you walk as silently as possible towards the double doors to the elevators, all the way in the back of the mall. The door to the escalators are barricaded shut, which means there is definitely someone already here. You contemplate for a few moments, staring at the “UP” button. This could be a trap. You could be walking right into danger, into people who will do God knows what to you. Is is worth it? Your stomach rumbling and painfully turning answers that question for you.
“Fuck it.” You sigh out.
The elevator works perfectly, and a few moments pass before you reach the second floor. You step out of the elevator, walking toward the double doors that open up to the second floor of the mall. You press your ear to it, listening for any loud movement or zombie noises. Your heartbeat rises rapidly as you hear noises behind the door, a muffled voice? Your stomach drops and you turn around back to the elevator. There’s gotta be a place to hide downstairs right? You lift your hand to press the “DOWN” button, but your heart rate picks up even more as the elevator dings and goes back to the lower level. Someones here. Zombies can’t work technology, someone had to press that button.
There’s no way out now, either you wait for whoever is in that elevator to come up and find you, or you can run and hide on the second floor, hopefully avoiding whoever was not he other side of that door.
You go for it, opening the double doors, and ready to sprint anywhere to hide. You instantly freeze in horror as you realize you’re looking straight into the barrel of a shotgun, held by a very tall man, with striking red eyes and silver hair. His eyebrow is lifted, almost like he’s amused.
You faint before he can even say a word.
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“You could have at least broken her fall, Sylus. She may have a concussion now.” You hear a deep, soothing voice lulls you out of your sleep.
“Yeah Sylus, look at her! She’s not a threat at all! We finally see a woman after almost 10 years and you scare her to death!”
You slowly come out of your daze, incoherent and vision blurry, as you hear men bicker around you. Your heart rate picks up once you realize you're in a security room, tied to a chair and wearing someone else’s jacket. You lift your head and look at the 5 men standing before you, all breathtakingly gorgeous and very muscular. They all have their arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed as they stare at you. One man with violet eyes and dark hair steps towards you, and his eyes soften as he tries to comfort you, sensing your fear.
<3 you miss Caleb too much and decide to act out! NSFW <3
Caleb was too busy. Being a colonel was very time consuming and stressful work, and he takes his job seriously. Sure, he made time for you with planned dinner dates, trips to the mall to get whatever you pleased on weekends, even coming to have lunch with you on his break whenever he got a chance. He was the perfect boyfriend, devoted to you and obsessively interested in your well-being and happiness. He was always loving and never raised his voice at you, even during arguments. He knew that he was working too much, and he would always reassure you that he would always come back to you no matter what. He was incredibly patient with you no matter what, even when you would call him while he’s busy whining for his presence. Which is exactly why you wanted to test his patience.
Caleb moved you into his penthouse after a few months of dating. Sure, the relationship moved fast but you were childhood best friends and knowing him for so long you knew him inside and out, and trusted him completely. He let you do as you please. Using his cards whenever you want, having friends over, he didn’t care. But there was one rule that he expected you to obey at all times.
Always communicate with him on where you go, and who you're with. He expected hourly updates as well. You share your location with him 24/7 as well, and he obsessively checks it all the time even if he knows where your going. For safety. Caleb had always been protective of you, terrified of you getting hurt or running into the wrong people. You were everything to him, and he would genuinely lose his shit if you were ever harmed. He almost burst into tears once when you peeled an apple for him and nicked your finger, and he immediately removed all sharp objects from the penthouse for two weeks.
So, when Caleb had too many missions and assignments that kept him away for a few days, you decided to get his attention in the most extreme way possible. You missed him far too much, and you hadn’t been able to spend much time together expect when he returned home very late for dinner, and he immediately would fall asleep, leaving you no time for intimacy. You craved Caleb more than anything right now, and you knew that riling him up would spring him into action. Caleb was gone for three days on an assignment, and you waited until the night he returned to put your plan into action.
You invited two of your closest friends out to a new club that opened, booking a section under your credit card (that Caleb pays for), and pulling out the sexiest dress you could find, something you’d only wear when Caleb would take you out. Caleb had texted you that he would be in the air on the way home at 8pm, so you knew that he wouldn’t be able to access the camera feed in your home to see what you were up to until he landed. You had about 3 hours to get dressed, turn off your location, and leave before Caleb could ask what you were up to. So you did just that.
Styling your hair in Caleb’s favorite hairdo, putting on his favorite lingerie, the diamond necklace he just bought you, and spraying the perfume that drives him crazy, you turn off your location sharing and you head straight to the club.
Drinks were flowing, the music was great and the atmosphere was electric as you danced and parted with your friends. Neon lights strobed and the bass made the floor vibrate as you recorded a short video for your story, showcasing what your wearing and laughing and dancing with your friends. Posting the story to your page with a smirk, you check the time. Caleb should be landing any minute now. Your heart races as you think about his reaction, and you continue to dance until you feel a buzz coming from your clutch. Opening your phone, you smile as you read the text messages coming in.
Caleb🥰: Baby where are you?
You make sure to click on the message so it says read. You take a set in the section as you prepare for the chaos. Another buzz bring your attention back to your phone.
Caleb🥰: Are you serious?
Caleb🥰: Baby this isnt funny where are you??
You hit the “laugh” reaction on his text, just to rile him up more. You know there’s probably a vein popping out on this forehead and his jaw is clenched tight as he’s texting you. You check the cameras in the penthouse, and Caleb is pacing back and forth in the kitchen, face glued to his phone. He begins to call you and you quickly decline it, and the 5 more calls that follow, all while watching him lose it on the cameras.
You take your attention from your phone for a minute, checking on your friends still dancing the night away on the dance floor. You open your phone again to see Caleb out of his uniform and storming out the house with a white tee shirt and sweatpants, slamming the door behind him. He’s probably going to search the cafe you frequent at night for a treat, and you plan on telling him where you are in about an hour, just so he can feel how lonely you’ve felt these past few weeks. You make your way back to the dance floor and dance with your friends, passing the time before you inevitably get picked up by your overly protective boyfriend.
Now, you knew Caleb was calculated. But you didn’t think he was putting-a-tracker-in-your-girlfriend’s-diamond-necklace calculated. So, when you feel a firm grip on your arm while dancing, you would never expect to see Caleb’s angered face, eyes stormy and jaws clenched, staring down at you. He says nothing at first, just takes in your appearance with eyes filled with anger and lust.
You try to put on the most innocent face you can, batting your eyelashes and greeting him with a “hey baby!!” He doesn’t react at all, and he pulls you out of the club with a firm grip. He says nothing as he leads you to his expensive car, moving his hand from you arm to the back of your neck, guiding you as he opens the door and gently pushes you in the car. His silence is nerve-racking as he get in the drivers seat and starts driving home.
You steal glances as him driving, and the way his tee-shirt fits his muscles just right makes your thighs clench, you missed him and his body so much. The ride home is silent, and Caleb’s stoic demeanor doesn’t change until you walk in the penthouse and he locks the door behind you. The courage from the drink you had is starting to wear off, and you try to quickly escape his wrath by running to the master bedroom, only to be caught in Calebs strong grips and you yelp as he lifts you up effortlessly.
“Don’t run now.”
He growls lowly in your ear. He bring you to the bedroom and gently sets you down on the bed, wasting no time to kneel and taking off your heels. Even when he’s upset with you, he’s still incredibly caring and gentle. His eyes roam all over your body, and his hand move from your ankles all the way to your upper thighs. He gives them a gentle squeeze, and make intense eye contact with you, his violet eyes full of lust. You can tell he’s barely holding it together, his self control hanging by a thread. You decide to rile him up even more by rubbing your foot on his crotch with a smile, eliciting a groan from him.
“You’re such a fucking tease. You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
He cocks is head and squints his eyes at you, realizing the game you’ve been playing with him. His next movements are fast, he quickly gets up and stands you up as well, pulling your dress over your head, biting his lips as he takes in his favorite lingerie set. You’re both breathing heavy, chests rising up and down and he roams his hands over your body before resting on your ass, pushing you towards him and leans down to meet your lips in the most intense, sloppy kiss you’ve ever had. His tongue immediately finds yours and he plays with your mouth, letting his drool all in your mouth as he walks you back to the bed.
His lips never leave yours as he’s on top of you, and he slowly starts grinding his body into yours, feeling his dick bump against your pussy with every thrust. He breaks the kiss and starts his attack on your neck, sucking and biting everywhere, leaving his marks on you. His hand makes his way inside your panties, fingers making their way to your clit and rubbing slowly, moaning when he feels how wet you are. You begin to moan as well, getting impatient with the foreplay.
“Caleb, just put it in. Need you now”
You’re whining and writhing under his touch, and his resolve crumbles as he hears you beg, never wanting to be one to deprive you of your needs. He quickly removes his shirt and pulls his pants down exposing his thick, hard cock, pulsating and ready for you. He pulls your panties off and lines himself up with your entrance. He pushes inside and kisses you again, burying himself until his pelvis meets yours. You wrap your legs around him tightly. He lifts his head and makes eye contact with you with you adjust to his length. After a few seconds, he retracts his hips and starts pounding relentlessly, in and out and in and out, giving you exactly what you wanted. Your moans fill the room as he continues to pound you, kissing you hungrily and groaning while he bites the hickies on your neck, making you moan and whine. He moves one of your hand to make you play with your clit, a simple gesture showing that he’s close and wants you to cum first. Your orgasm builds fast, being pent up from being apart for too long, and you cum quickly, pleasure overtaking your whole body as you clench around him. His release comes seconds after your, moaning your name loudly a he cums inside of you.
You two stay connected tighter for a while, sharing kisses and “missed you’s” and “love you’s” as you both come down from that high. Caleb pulls out of you slowly, petting your head and kissing your forehead, praising you for how good you’ve been. He gets up and tells you to meet him in the bath in a few minutes. As he disappears into your penthouse bathroom, you sit up and smirk.
Mission accomplished.
hehe im obsessed with Caleb and love and deepspace right now. this is very self indulgent and im not sorry about it. XD
Valentine’s day with Satoru was always a spectacle. Of course, being THE Satoru Gojo’s girlfriend meant you were constantly spoiled and showered with love, gifts, and attention but he made sure to put exceptional effort into your Valentine’s Day. Don’t even try to chide him for overspending or doing too much, he'll only stop your words with a long finger over your lips and an, “Only the best for my sweetheart.”
This year, Valentine’s Day landed on a Friday. Satoru woke you up bright and early before he went to work with gifts. Plush designer loungewear and slippers, a diamond anklet with his initials on it, all of the books on your amazon wishlist, and hundreds of your favorite flowers in huge bouquets decorated your living room. He watched with a proud smirk as you squealed and smiled as big as you could when opening your gifts. He accepted your hugs and kisses as you thanked him with a hearty laugh and a faint blush on his cheeks. He loved seeing you happy.
You two enjoyed breakfast together, Satoru hired a private chef because you normally cook breakfast and he wanted you to not have to lift a finger today. Your favorite breakfast food was spread along the dining table, with your favorite music playing on a speaker. Satoru was a very attentive lover, he had a playlist of all the songs you liked on his phone to listen to when he missed you. Satoru was spoiled by you as well, even though you may not have as much money as him, he truly appreciated anything you did for him.
Your gift for Satoru this year was a huge box of candies and sweets that he liked from your travels from around the world, and a pair of luxury sunglasses that you noticed him eyeing. You had to hide the sweets deep in your closet from Satoru, it was like he had a special superpower that let him find all sweets in the house, and you know he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he happened to find it.
Satoru almost broke the sound barrier when he opened your gift, smiling showing all his teeth and pretty dimples as he shouted in joy, “Honey this is the best gift you’ve ever given me!” He attacked you with hugs and kisses to show his gratitude, and you had to physically tear the box of sweets from his grasp before he headed out for work, knowing he would eat all of them in record time with his lack of self-control. He left your apartment with an obnoxious amount of kisses and squeezed you tight as he could, walking out of the door with a huge smile and an “I love you, sweetheart!”
You showered and tried on the new clothes Satoru got you, taking a nap in your cushy bed to pass the time since Satoru insisted you clear your schedule this weekend for him. You knew he had a dinner planned tonight but he was very tight-lipped about the details, only telling you what time you had to be ready to be picked up by his driver. You awoke from your nap from a notification from Satoru, he sent you a few thousand dollars with a note saying “get something pretty for tonight :) <3”
Unbeknownst to you, Satoru didn’t have to work today at all. He was going to spend all day making tonight perfect for you. His best friend Suguru helped him plan this event, after hearing Satoru’s outlandish and frankly impossible ideas (Satoru wanted to buy a helicopter and literally rent the sky to fly you around Tokyo), he knew he had to step in. After many arguments, Suguru was able tot all Satoru into booking a very expensive venue in a high rise building, overlooking the Tokyo skyline. He had his assistant Ijichi arrange the decorations, candles and rose petals strategically placed, spanning from the entrance of the venue, all the way to the door to ceiling windows where a table for two, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a very expensive bottle of champagne in the middle. He added sparkling lights all throughout the room, sparkling like crystals, encasing the room in a very beautiful warm glow. He even hired a harpist, he wanted you to feel like the most special woman in the world, because you were to him.
Satoru spent hours perfecting every last detail, pestering his assistant about every little thing to ensure nothing went wrong. He carefully looked over the menu for tonight, he personally curated the harpist’s set, and ensured that the fireworks show he planned was going to start right at 10:00pm, right after he popped the question.
Satoru had known he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you when you first started dating, and had sneakily measured your ring finger when you were asleep multiple times in the past year. The ring he bought was custom made, he stalked your pinterest boards and asked your friends what kind of ring you wanted, and after months of waiting he finally had the ring made. It was beautiful, completely tailored to your liking, diamonds sparkling every time he opened the box, which was every 5 minutes right now. It was almost time that you arrived, and his nerves were getting the best of him. He just wanted to show how much he loved you.
Time flew by for you as you went to the salon, getting your hair done in the style that you know will drive Satoru crazy, and went shopping. You picked out a baby blue corseted gown, knowing he would be feral once he saw you in his favorite color. Doing the last touches on your makeup, you received a text from your driver, letting you know he was outside and ready for you. You make your way to the car and hop in the back of Satoru’s luxury car, heart racing in anticipation to see what your Satoru planned for tonight.
You pull up to the tall building, making your way inside. There was an attendant at the lobby that led you to a private elevator sending you to the top floor. Your heart pounded in your chest as you rose to the top, you never stopped getting butterflies before seeing Satoru.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, your eyes widened in shock as you took in the view. The smell of fresh rose petals, warm candles, and the sound of music all attacked your senses as you look around the room. Making your way down the candlelit aisle, you look to your left and right as you see the pictures Satoru had hung up in the room, cute pictures of you two that brought a big smile on your face as you make your way towards your boyfriend, smiling shyly at you with eyes full of love and gratitude.
He grabs your hands as he pulls you into him, resting his hands your your waist. You look up at him in amazement, his baby blue eyes meeting yours before he greets you with a kiss. He tells you how beautiful you are, eyes raking you up and down slowly, as if he was trying to memorize every little detail about you. His hands gently rub up and down your waist, showing his appreciation for the dress you picked out to wear for him.
“Do you like it, my love?” Satoru questions you, his voice uncharacteristically shy. You notice his cheeks are light pink, he must be nervous. Cute. You smiled as big as you can as tell him you love it, giving him a huge hug and kiss. He pulls out a chair for you and he motions to a butler to begin the dinner.
The dinner is filled with laughs and giggles, holding hands over the table and looking over the skyline with each other, a perfect romantic dinner. Dessert is even sweeter, as you feed each other some of the assorted pastries and ice cream Satoru picked out for you (and himself).
After eating, you two look out of the window, your back to his chest and his arms wrapped around you with his chin on top of your head. He slowly sways you back and forth to the music, and pressing kisses to the side of your head every so often.
Satoru knew 10:00 was approaching in a few minutes, so he removed his arms from around you and went to stand beside you, holding your hands and facing you. He looked at you with such an intense love that you could feel it in your soul, and he just started talking, he didn’t prepare a speech, he could easily tell you how much he loved you with no effort.
So he did. He told you he loved you more than anything, and he would do anything for you. He told you he would always take care of you, no matter what. He told you his love for you was endless, and you had signed your name on his heart a thousand times, you are etched in to his soul. He told you how much he respected you and how he would always protect you. He told you how grateful he was to be loved by you, and he considered being loved by you his greatest accomplishment.
You took in his words with tears in your eyes, you felt so happy your heart felt it was going to burst. So when Satoru reached into his pocket and dropped on to one knee, you said yes before he could even ask the question. He lifted you and spun you around with tears in his eyes as well, and kissed you a thousand times underneath the glow of the fireworks.
Can we just talk about how Todo Aoi would be the best boyfriend ever?? Like seriously.
He would do literally ANYTHING for you. Holding your purse, carrying you on his back if your feet hurt, and even taking the clothes off his back for you if you needed it.
Aoi would be so CLINGY. He wants to live in your skin basically. He’s always down to cuddle and gets upset if someone/something is taking your affection away from him.
LOVES PDA. He will hold your hand, hold you by your waist and kiss you in public if you let him. If you’re waiting in a line for something he always wraps his arms around you from behind.
He's always texting you sweet things, professing his love and devotion for you everyday. There’s not a day that goes by without you hearing how much he loves & cares for you.
He only wants you to be happy, if someone or something upsets you he will be ready for WAR. He will fight for you.
On the other hand, in the rare cases that you are upset with him, he loses his mind.
Literally crying, begging, on his knees for your forgiveness lmaooo. He can’t stand his princess being mad at him, he WILL grovel and sob to Yuuji if you’re mad at him. Be prepared to wake up to a delivery of dozens of your favorite flowers and chocolates.
He loves to spoil you, he will pay for anything you want. Need your hair done? Need some new heels? Need some groceries? He’s got you. Hell even buy you things you don’t ask for, he anticipates your needs.
Aoi would celebrate every single milestone in your relationship! He would plan a whole celebratory date for your 2 week anniversary.
He's constantly trying to move the relationship forward. He would talk about marriage a month in lmao. He just can’t help it he loves you so much!!
He would be so emotional for you. If you do something nice for him he will cry and squeeze you into the tightest bear hug ever. He will even tear up if you compliment him. If you tell him you love him, he will cry out of pure happiness.
Annoys the hell out of everyone with how much he’s obsessed with you. He will talk to random strangers about you with the most lovestruck expression on his face.
The ULTIMATE hype man. He would be all up under your pictures, reposting everything you post with hella heart eyes and emojis. Even if you just rolled out of bed he would think you’re the most gorgeous woman on earth.
If he’s away on a mission, he will FaceTime you every night to fall asleep. He can’t stand not being near you.
A/N: just a short sweet lil blurb :) hope you enjoy!
Summer Walker’s voice filled the kitchen and surrounding areas of you and Miguel’s home. Her comforting voice made for a soothing background noise as you lay out all of the ingredients you need to make a sweet potato pie.
Miguel was in the shower while you prepped to make the dessert. You had the sweet potatoes in the oven, filling the house with a sweet and nutty ambrosial aroma that had your mouth watering already.
Pouring a glass of wine, you wait and relax while you wait for Miguel to get dressed. Before you two met, you never put that much thought into Thanksgiving. For many years, it was just another day. Sure, you would sit and eat with loved ones but you didn’t have anything to look forward to every year. Until you two found each other. Both of you craved intimacy and domesticity, and you two loved to do cute things together, especially around the holidays. After three years together, you found yourself anticipating the holidays more than ever before. You wanted to start traditions that you could possibly pass down to your children in the near future. Baking a dessert on Thanksgiving Eve was one of them.
Miguel’s footsteps approaching you take you out of your thoughts, and you greet him with a warm smile that he returns, fangs on full display, making your heart flutter.
He walks up to you in the kitchen and wraps his arms around you, slightly lifting you off your feet as he rocks from side to side and plants a kiss on the side of your face. He smells like mint and your Camille Rose conditioner.
Miguel gently puts you down, eyes never leaving yours even as you feel your cheeks warm and look down under the spell of his intense gaze. You feel his fingers tilt your chin up to look at hime again, before he gives a short but deep kiss that makes your knees weak.
“Everything ready, princesa?”
He speaks in hushed tone, full of love and admiration. You only hear him talk like this with you.
You nod in response to his question, and you two get to work.
After about an hour of mashing, mixing, kneading, and pouring ingredients together, the pie is in the oven and you two are on the couch, looking for something to watch by the lit fireplace. You could spend forever doing this, being with Miguel was so fulfilling in every way.
You catch Miguel staring at you with a half smile on his face, watching your every move as if everything you do fascinates him.
“What’s wrong?” You giggle, Miguel was always staring at you, but this look felt different.
He lets out a breathy chuckle, slowly shaking his head. He looks down and plays with your intertwined fingers.
“Nothing, mi vida.”
He keeps his eyes on your left hand, his heart so full that he ponders whether or not he should just go upstairs and get the engagement ring that’s been hidden in his closet for a few weeks. He’s had the engagement planned for months, but every day it seems like he falls harder for you, and he has to fight the urge to get on one knee almost every minute he’s around you.
Deciding against the last minute proposal idea, he wraps his big arms around you, and squeezes you tightly, hoping that his hug conveys the deep love he has for you.
“I just love you.”
You kiss him in response, heart melting at his confession.
A/N: just a lil fluff that I felt like writing. Hope you enjoy :)) thinking about doing a holiday fluff series, lmk what you guys think about that. its a lil NFSW but nothing too crazy
He's definitely not going to make it known to you that he has a crush on you.
You two are basically co-workers, and it would be very unprofessional to act on a crush… right?
You were recruited to join the Spider Society only a couple months ago, and ever since Miguel laid eyes on you, he was hooked.
He tried to not make it obvious, he would only steal glances and check you out when he was sure you wouldn’t notice.
He loved to ask you to pick something up for him just to check out your ass.
After some time, he couldn’t help but manipulate situations to bring you closer to him.
He starting assigning you to join him on every mission. He just wanted to get to know you better. You two worked very well together, and he enjoyed your company. He even laughed at your corny jokes and quips, much to the surprise of his other coworkers. He never laughed at corny jokes.
He would offer to train with you, as he had much more experience with the hero thing than you did.
He definitely didn't have any ulterior motives, like wanting to feel your skin against his, and to feel you sweat and pant against him as he pinned you down, even if it was just for a few seconds.
If you get injured on a mission, he will stay by your side the whole time, grumpy and mean because “you should have been more careful!”
He would also bring you a heated blanket and be at your beck and call while you healed.
At first, you brush off his hovering as him just being a tough boss.
But things started to get weird.
As time passes, Miguels affection for you only gets stronger and he struggles to keep his cool.
There was one incident where he caught another Spider-man flirting with you at lunch, arm draped over your shoulder and whispering in your ear, making you giggle.
He glared at you two the entire time, hand squeezing the glass cup in his hand until it broke.
The sound of glass breaking made everyone around him look in his direction, and he just got up and left the cafeteria, embarrassed.
He shut himself in his office all day, thinking he could drown himself in his work to forget about you.
He was unsuccessful of course, he just ended up looking at videos of you.
You were oblivious to his crush on you. You thought he was the hottest man you’ve ever seen, but his cold and standoffish demeanor made you think he merely tolerated you.
You couldn’t be more wrong though, he was absolutely head over heels for you at this point.
There was another embarrassing incident in which you had him pinned during training, legs straddling him and his hands over his head.
You were proud of yourself for finally being able to get the upper hand on him in training, you didn't even notice the boner that was growing beneath you. Miguel quickly made you get off him and stormed off, you thought you hurt his ego by pinning him that way, and you felt bad. So you decided to go to the locker room to apologize.
You approached the door to the mens locker room, lifting your hand to push it open, until you heard some strange noises.
Wet noises, with some grunting and whimpers of your name mixed in there.
You quickly covered your mouth, not wanting him to hear you and be even more embarrassed. So you silently walked away and went back home, not wanting to make the situation even more awkward.
Miguel avoided you for a while after that, but you wanted to tease him a little.
You’re next training session was coming up, so you opted to put on the tiniest, tightest shorts and just a sports bra.
Miguel almost passed out when he saw your attire, and he was sweating before the training session began.
He barely kept it together the whole session, face red and flustered as he pinned you and you pinned him.
He ran out of the room the second your session was over adjusting himself, and you smiled to yourself. He did like you.
You started coming around to Spider HQ much more often. You liked Miguel a lot, and you knew he felt the same way.
You started bringing him little gifts, a plushie that you crocheted to look exactly like a miniature Miguel in his spider suit. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction to the gift, his face going red and him looking down at it shyly. You had never seen him act so shy before.
He brought you things too, like the time he went searching from dimension to dimension for a candy bar you said you were craving but you couldn’t find anywhere anymore.
When he gave you the gift, you pulled him in for a bone squeezing hug, squealing and saying thank you over and over, and he just wanted to melt in your arms. You were so adorable.
When he saw how you lit up, so appreciative that he got a little candy bar for you, he knew he wanted to make you feel like that forever. He knew he had to make you his.
doing edibles with miggy sounds fun :(( i was so giddy while reading it i legit had to pause a few times to recollect myself lol. and it's the asexual in me talking but i loved that you didn't include smut just pure vibes <3 i would love to read more stoner!miguel from you, your writing is amazing!
thank you so much!!<33 this message made my day haha. I like to write about intimacy and domesticity A LOT so there will definitely be more fics without smut :) and bet! thank you again :)
i wonder which of the batboys would be the best eater 🤔 i wanna say Jason but there’s something about Tim that makes me think he puts his whole face into it
A/N: this may be a bit ooc for Miguel but idc. This is very self indulgent LMAO! Idk if you can talk about w**d on here so I just avoided using that word.
Miguel doesn’t like to let his guard down. His cold demeanor is a shield of armor that keeps him safe. Being vulnerable is something he just does not do.
Except when it comes to you, of course.
Miguel trusts you with his life, you are the most important person to him. He can easily let his guard down with you.
Oftentimes, Miguel takes his work home with him. He won’t take it out on you necessarily, but you can tell when he’s too stressed and overworking himself.
In this particular instance, he hasn’t slept, & hell spend hours in your home gym and come to bed just to toss and turn all night.
Miguel isn’t the type to open up about his feelings, he doesn’t want you to worry about him. Especially when it comes to Spiderman stuff.
Miguel doesn’t have many vices, hell occasionally have a drink now and then, but his main outlet is the gym and being inside you.
After about a week of him working himself too hard, you decided that you needed to intervene. You were going to do edibles with Miguel.
So, one morning you decided to go to Spider HQ and “bring Miguel lunch”, but you were really there hoping to catch Hobie to help with your plan.
Hobie knew all of the best dispensaries in Nueva York, and you needed something STRONG to calm Miguel’s stressed ass.
Hobie was hesitant at first, he knew if Miguel found out he was helping his fiancée score edibles he would be pissed. Not because you were buying drugs- Miguel knows you take edibles sometimes and doesn’t mind it.
Miguel is a very possessive man, and he would NOT like you having little excursions with Hobie. He knows you would never betray him, but Hobies flirty and touchy nature highly irritates him.
So he makes you swear that you will not tell Miguel he helped if this goes wrong.
After swearing on your life you wouldn’t snitch on him, Hobie took you to a dispensary he frequents.
You ended up buying 5 brownies, some that don’t smell or have that strong taste, and a couple gummies for yourself. You even bought Hobie an eighth of something top shelf to thank him, which he very much appreciated.
You went home and started to put your plan in action.
You unwrapped all of the brownies and put them on a little dessert platter, making it look like you baked them yourself.
You knew that Miguel couldn’t resists sweet treats, especially ones you “made”.
So you knew that if you put them out on the counter for him to see when he got home, he would immediately take one and eat it the minute he gets home.
You felt kinda bad for deceiving him, Miguel doesn’t mind Mary Jane, but you knew he would just deny being stressed and needing a little help to relax so you decided to force his hand.
Miguel got home in the middle of you cooking dinner, giving you a kiss on the forehead and caressing you from behind right when he walked in.
He instantly spotted the brownies after he greeted you, and made a beeline for the treats.
He inhaled the first one, complimenting you on your baking skills like he always did.
You smiled after he finished the plan was going perfectly.
He tried to eat another but you quickly stopped him, saying that hell ruin his appetite for dinner.
He grumbled his dissatisfaction, but he listened and went upstairs to shower.
You ate a brownie as well after he went upstairs, not wanting him to go on this trip alone.
By the time he had finish showering and putting on more comfortable clothes, about 45 minutes had passed and he felt eerily calm. His shoulder were relaxed, his brain wasn’t in overdrive, and he felt very lethargic.
He brushed off the symptoms at first, thinking he was exhausted, and made his way downstairs to join you for dinner.
You almost busted out laughing at your fiancé’s appearance when he came to the dining room. You were feeling it yourself, but Miguels eyes were RED, and his pupils were mad dilated. He looked so handsome all inebriated and relaxed.
You two had the best dinner in a long time, laughing and eating and talking about random things.
You could tell that he wasn’t even thinking about work, and he was really enjoying himself.
He ate almost the whole pan of lasagna you made, and you had to fight him for the last garlic knot.
His munchies didn't end there, he ended up getting so hungry that he ended up ordering hella candies and unhealthy snacks delivered.
Yeah, this man was GONE.
You two ended up on the couch watching Scary Movie 2, which you insisted he watched after he told you he never saw those movies. You laughed and relaxed all nigh, eating all the things he got delivered.
He was being very affectionate too, Miguel had always been affectionate with you but he was hanging on to you like a koala bear, giving you kisses every 5 minutes.
He was also very vocally affectionate, he probably told you he loved you 100 times that night!
You two started getting very tired at the end of the night, too stuck to even get off the couch and turn all the lights off. So you two slept there like rocks, having the best sleep you’ve had in a long time.
You confessed to your “crime” in the morning, telling him how stressed he was and how you just wanted to help. And you apologized for deceiving him.
Miguel was not pissed at all, in fact he woke up that morning feeling so refreshed and energized, he was tempted to take another edible before work. He loved how far you would go just to help him out.
After that night, you two definitely had edible nights every so often, sometimes even inviting friends over for them.
thank you all so much for reading and supporting me, it means so much to me. i’m going to be writing something pretty much every day for the near future so my requests are always open.
Summary: You’re a villain who steals and hops dimensions. Miguel is irritated.
A/N: I had this concept in my head and I just had to write it. Maybe I'll make it a fic one day. I say reader is a villain but she's mostly good tbh. Just a lil selfish and a crybaby lol
Becoming a villain was the best career choice you ever made. The moral satisfaction of being a hero was great, but it wasn’t paying the bills. Sure, helping the world become a better place was cool and all- but it wasn’t enough. You liked having nice things. Cute designer shoes, nice furniture for your apartment, and 26’ bundles weren’t cheap, and you were not going to live the life you deserve by saving kittens and stopping small drug dealers. You’re a powerful superhuman, and you knew that monetizing your powers would get you everything you deserved. So, you did some digging, made some connections, and started doing “jobs” for unsavory people. You refused to be a hitman, having all that on your conscience was not worth it, so you settled on doing theft, trespassing, and other unscrupulous things for cash. Not long after that, the cash started rolling in and you were finally living the life you wanted to.
You discovered your powers at age 10 after accidentally cloning yourself at a sleepover out of fear, while watching a horror movie. Over time, you discovered that you had more powers than just Bio-Fission. You had the power of energy projection, possession, telekinesis, resurrection, and teleportation. You were basically a very powerful witch. Your parents pulled you out of school as your powers grew in your teenage years, as your powers were very hard to control at first, and often your powers only came out when you were in emotional distress. You didn't mind being homeschooled, as your friends started to avoid you out of fear, and you were tired of eating lunch at a table by yourself. You used these years to learn as much as possible about your abilities and learn how to wield them. When you reached 18, you moved out of your parents house and started a new life in New York City. You kept a low profile, making a few friends but you never divulged the information about your powers to them.
About two years into your stay in NYC, you heard about a Spiderman. A man with superhuman strength and a red and black costume, fighting crime in Brooklyn. You were inspired, it WAS possible to use your powers and be accepted and loved! You made a makeshift costume, a simple black long sleeve shirt and black leggings. You put a masquerade mask on your face, not knowing how to sew and contract a mask like Spiderman. You started fighting crime in Manhattan, making the city a better place one day at a time.
Then, at 24 years old, you’d had enough of trying to save the city. It wasn’t paying the bills, and you didn't want to depend on your parents your whole life. So you made the switch.
FIRST MEETING
Finding out you could teleport through dimensions exponentially increased your salary. You weren’t just doing jobs for disgustingly rich people on your Earth, you could go anywhere! You made a name for yourself on your Earth, many rich and powerful people sought you out to steal a priceless art piece or artifact for them. Business was booming, and you started to be on Spiderman and other heroes radars. With heroes on your ass, you thought it would be best to travel to other dimensions and do jobs, until the heat was off you.
That’s how you found yourself on Earth-928B. Some greedy CEO hired you to take something for him, a rare Diamond located in a highly secured safe. This diamond was not for sale, but the CEO insisted he needed it for his collection, so when the $200k check cleared, you made your way to the safe and started to execute your plan. Your game plan was simple, teleport into the safe, grab the diamond, and teleport out. You were then to call your boss for the evening and make your way to the drop off location, in the Four Seasons parking lot, where you were staying for the “job”.
Unbeknownst to you, Miguel O’Hara, this dimension’s Spiderman, was on your heels. He didn't really care about the crime you committed, but you were an anomaly and your presence in his universe was a threat. He got Lyla to track what hotel room you were staying in at the Four Seasons, and he knew you would be back right after the job. So he waited. He examined your room, looking for nothing in particular. You took very little with you. He found a small bag next to the bed, filled with some clothes and various toiletries. Yes, he knew he was invading your privacy, but he was intrigued by you for some reason. How were you able to just hop through dimensions? Lyla informed him about your various warrants throughout the multiverse, as well as your secret identity. He looked at your drivers license picture a bit too long, enchanted by your brown skin and bright smile. You were beautiful, and he admired your picture for a few more seconds before going back to rummaging through your bag. Your scent was very appetizing, the smell of lavender and shea butter filling his nostrils and calling to him. He came across a sexy black and red lace thong, and shamelessly held up up and nodded his head in approval. You were clearly a very stylish, sexy woman with expensive taste, just his type. Too bad he had to arrest you and forcefully send you home.
He heard a key card go into the door, and he quickly stuffed the panties back in the bag and scrambled to a hiding spot behind the door in the dark en suite bathroom. He watched through the crack in the door and waited until you took your shoes off and moved toward the bed. You plopped on the bed, pulling out your phone and scrolled mindlessly.
God, she really should work on her situational awareness.
Miguel quietly made his way from behind the open door, and moved to stand in the dark bathroom doorway. You were facing away from him, playing some water sorting game on your phone as he silently made his way to the bed to grab and restrain you.
Until his watch made a beeping sound.
You moved impossibly fast, and he found himself impressed with you as you quickly stood up and projected an energy ball at him, causing the spot in his suit where you hit him to glitch.
The masked intruder in your room stood completely still. He slowly raised his massive gloved hands, and you took in his appearance with wide eyes as you started to feel fear for the first time in a while. Fuck, he was huge. His stature was intimidating, and as you looked at the emblem on his chest, you started to breath harder. This colossal Spiderman is in your hotel room, and although you were very powerful, you didn't know what he was capable of. Your earths Spiderman had almost caught you once, and if he was as strong as that one, you knew you wouldn’t win this fight.
“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.”
You noticed a slight accent to his words, and if you weren’t so scared you would think his voice was sexy.
“What do you want then?”
You spoke in a whisper, too frightened to raise your voice. He had super hearing anyway.
“Im here to take you back to Earth 1610. Its dangerous for you to be here.”
Fuck, he knew who you were.
He was definitely going to take you back to your Earth and give you to your earths Spiderman. You would rather die then spend your life in that prison they stick all the villains in. You tried to will yourself to teleport the fuck out of there but your powers never worked how you wanted when you were this upset. Of course.
You made a split decision and bolted to the door, very fast, but not fast enough. Spiderman grabbed your arms from behind and you knew you couldn’t fight him off. So you cloned yourself.
You didn't look back to see his reaction, not that you could see any expression on that mask. You bolted out of the door and made your way to the stairwell. You couldn’t just leave your clone behind, if she were to be harmed or taken you wouldn’t be able to leave without suffering. Your clone was an extension of you, a perfect mirror of yourself and if you were to leave her behind it could fracture your mind beyond repair. You would also rather die than live your days as an insane witch.
If you were calm enough, you could will your clone to come back into your mind. You took a few deep breaths and closed your eyes. You weren’t far from your room in this stairwell, so you were quickly able to find that invisible rope that connects your minds and yanked her back. You’re attempt was successful, and feeling whole again, you teleported to a random dimension in order the get the hell away from there. You made a mental note to never do a job on that Earth again.
Meanwhile, back in the hotel room, Miguel cursed loudly at his failure. He then made a promise to find you, before you end up traveling universes again and possibly destroying them for your own selfish gain.
SECOND MEETING
After almost being caught by the Behemoth Spiderman, you decided not to take any jobs for a while and lay low. You chose a random Earth again, and bought a room in a luxury resort on the beach in the Maldives. You spent your days drinking daiquiris and being served Caviar by the pool. You had been working so much that you had to spare no expenses, you had more than enough money to live lavishly for a while at least. Your mind often wondered towards that Spiderman you encountered. Your Earths Spider man was a young kid, the only one alive after the death of the older Spiderman. Neither Spiderman was as big as the one you encountered, and you wondered how many other variations of Spiderman there were. And how many of them knew who you were? Shit, how many variations of you were there? The mere thought of this was overwhelming, and you quickly got up to from the Pool chair you were lounging in and made your way to the bar to get another drink, hoping a buzz would kill your existential dread.
When that didn't work, you decided to just go back to your room and watch some reality TV and relax. You had been living this lifestyle for almost a year, and you were starting to get tired of no romantic or even platonic relationships. You had lovers in the past, but due to your lifestyle they never lasted long. You longed for a stable life now, the villain life was getting old. But you were in too deep to go back now.
You finally made it to your room, taking your shoes off and plopping on the couch in the living room of your spacious suite. You kicked your feet up and turned on the TV, ready to watch some petty arguments and pointless drama.
“What did I tell you about being in universes that you don’t belong in?”
You froze as you heard that familiar deep voice with that accent behind you. Behemoth Spiderman made his way from behind you and stood in front of you on the couch with closed fists, caging you in. He must’ve been in the bedroom waiting for you.
Your mind was racing, as you looked at him with wide eyes and furrowed brows.
“How the fuck did you find me??”
My voice was shaky, laced with fear.
“You need to go back to Earth 1610. You are putting this whole universe at risk with your selfishness.”
Spiderman spoke calmly, ignoring your question, chin up and shoulders wide with confidence. He finally found you.
Miguel obsessively searched for you for weeks, you had somehow fallen off his radar, and because you don't travel through any portals, he couldn’t track you. He alerted the spider society of your existence, and told them to tell him if they have any tips. He strongly insisted that they didn't engage with you if they found you. He wanted to catch you himself, and he needed you to understand that you couldn’t just hop in other dimensions just because you want money. He finally got a tip when the Spiderman on the Earth you were currently on informed him that you were at this resort, your cover was blown on a drunken night when you teleported into a bodega late at night because you were craving a chopped cheese. You didn’t even think anyone would notice, but the owner alerted Spiderman about your appearance after checking the security camera. He then knew that you didn't have some evil “I will destroy all universes” plan, you were just trying to find happiness and live your life the way you wanted to. He didn’t know how you would react to him finding you again, but he was prepared to lock you in Spider HQ forever if you didn't abide by his rules.
Miguel ignored his urge to get closer to you just to smell that sweet lavender and shea butter scent that he had in the back of his mind for weeks. He ignored the urge to ogle you as you were dressed in a skimpy bikini and a sheer coverup. You were breathtaking, he was definitely attracted to you and Miguel struggled to find any more words as you looked up at him with tears in your eyes and lip wobbling. He didn't want to make you cry, he didn't want to hurt you at all. He just wanted you to listen to him and stop making dumb, selfish decisions.
“Im sorry!! Please don’t kill me! Ill do whatever you say, please, just don’t kill me!”
You wailed, you knew you were in big trouble and you knew this Spiderman was deadass about catching you, especially if he was able to track you to a whole different universe.
“Just come with me.”
He quickly grabbed your arm and opened a portal to Spider Society HQ. You looked around at the huge building, crawling with tons of spidermen. You felt your cheeks warm up in embarrassment and you felt them staring at you.
Holy shit, you were fucked. Behemoth Spiderman led you throughout the lobby and building by your arm, presumably to your death. You were surprised when he threw you in a red prismatic cage. You stumbled and fell to the ground in the cage, looking up at Behemoth Spiderman. You were planning to beg for your life as he took his mask off, and whatever plea you were going to say completely disappeared as you took him in for the first time.
“I didn't know Spiderman was so hot.”
The words just fell out of your mouth without thinking, and you quickly shut your mouth in embarrassment. Miguels face was stone cold and unreadable, and his red eyes pinned you in place with his stare. He didn't acknowledge your statement. He just stared at you.
You quickly lowered your gaze, his stare was way too intense and his demeanor was unsettling.
“Someone will bring you food shortly. Im taking you home tomorrow.”
His statement made you snap your head back up and shake your head vigorously. You stood up, still shaking your head, tears filling your eyes.
“NO! I can’t go home! They’ll put me in prison forever! I haven’t killed anyone, just let me go and I’ll do whatever you want.”
You tried to use your puppy dog eyes that worked on so many men before, but your attempt at trying to guilt him didn't work at all. He didn't even respond as he turned away and walked away from the little prison you were in.
“Asshole!”
You screamed. He stopped in his tracks for a few seconds, and you waited to see if he would turn around and let you out. He just kept walking after about 15 seconds of standing like a statue.
You banged on the glass with your hands, and tried to use your energy balls to break the cage to no avail. You slumped to the ground in defeat, tears falling.
You were so fucked.
Miguel watched you cry in the cage from his office, feeling guilty. Sure, you were a villain and a criminal, but you have never harmed anyone, and you truly seemed to think you weren’t putting anyone in danger with your dimension hopping. You genuinely seemed like a good person who makes bad choices.
He hated this feeling. He hated feeling at all, he worked tirelessly just to not feel anything. This was very unlike him, he knew he could be a bit obsessive but he wanted nothing more than to wipe your tears and comfort you.
He watched you sob for a few more minutes before deciding to do something he thought he would never do. He was going to let you out. Based on your emotional state right now, he felt confident that you wouldn’t go outside your dimension again. For now at least.
He went back to your cage, and you stood up to look at him with teary eyes.
“You can go back home. I won’t hand you over to Spiderman but promise me you won’t go dimension hopping again.”
“I promise! I promise! Thank you!”
He barely got his words out before you made your promises. He slightly shook his head, amused with how much of a crybaby you were.
He opened your cage and opened a portal to your earth, and watched you as you walked through. He fought a smile as you turned around and thanked him one last time. The portal closed, and he turned to go back to his office as he ignored the protests of the other prisoners to let them out too.
THIRD MEETING
You knew this was bad. You knew you weren’t supposed to come back to Nueva York but after 3 months of laying low and avoiding Spiderman on your Earth, you were bored. You only took this job because of the ridiculous amount of money that was offered to you. And also to maybe get a glimpse of the sexy Spiderman again. You just couldn’t refuse. Besides, it would take only a few minutes to steal this artifact anyway. He couldn’t possibly know you were even here, right?
The job went smoothly, the client got the artifact and you were paid handsomely. This could last you a whole year! You were so high on your success that you made the decision to quickly stop at a bar here and celebrate. Behemoth Spiderman was far from your mind as you wandered the beautiful futuristic city. You settled on a nice bar with a patio and had a drink. And another. And about 3 more. You couldn’t resist a good smoky tequila.
You stubbed around Nueva York for God knows how long, taking in the city. This place was nice, and it didn't even smell like pee unlike your Earths New York. Your drunken haze was interrupted when you heard commotion in an alleyway ahead. You heard fighting, and some type of weapons being fired. You slowly crept up to the alleyway, determined to stop this. You might be a thief, but you won’t just let someone die like this.
You prepared to use your powers and ran into the alleyway, right into the action. If you were sober, you would’ve had a game plan. But the tequila took over and you were ready to save the day.
You were shocked to find Behemoth Spiderman being beaten by three large men. They seemed to have supernatural abilities, as their movement were too fast to be human.
Wasting no time, you attacked. You summoned your power from deep inside and threw the most powerful, brutal ball of energy towards the men. Two were knocked down and wheezing, and you quickly sent another powerful ball of energy towards the last one, incapacitating him.
Behemoth Spiderman looked at you, eyes narrowing on his suit. He stormed towards you, enraged that you were here.
“What the fuck are you-
His rant was cut off by a shot, and you looked in terror as a huge arrow pierced through his suit and chest, poking out of both sides.
“Oh shit!”
You immediately sent another energy ball up to the assailant behind Behemoth Spiderman, and used your telekinesis to take the gun away from him.
Spiderman fell to his knees, losing blood and feeling dizzy. You looked on in disbelief. You can’t just let Spiderman die.
He reaches a shaky hand forward, and tries to say something to you before choking on his blood.
You had to save him. You knew that he would die. You pulled the arrow out of his chest, and he collapses on the ground. He’s not breathing, and he has no pulse. You had no choice but to resurrect him.
You put your hand on his chest, and summoned your power once again. You would need a lot to pull this off. You had resurrected things before, like cats and your house plants, but never a human.
Guess its never too late to start, right?
You feel your power coursing through you, fingers turning black as your power grows. You put your hands on his chest, silently appreciation the pure muscle of this man. You surge your power into him, and you blackout for a few seconds while the resurrection begins. You feel his wound close and his heart starts faintly beating again. You give him your power until you feel his heart beat strongly and his breaths are even. He will be asleep for some time, as he finishes healing, so you have enough time to escape. You press his watch, trying to see if there’s a button to press of help. You touch random things until a tiny holographic woman pops up. The AI woman scans Spiderman, probably searching for injuries.
You don’t wait for it to say anything. You let out a quick “Get him help.”
You don’t wait for help to come. You teleport back to your dimension, in your parents house. You hadn’t talked to them in a while, afraid that they might not accept your lifestyle but you know they would protect you with their life. You pass out in the living room where you teleported into, resurrections always drained your energy, but this was another level. You let sleep take you as your father lifted you and put you in your childhood bed.
Miguel woke up confused. He was sure he died, because of you. So why was he in the medical sector of the Spider Society? He called on LYLA, and she told him what happened. He was livid that you didn't listen to his demands, but he was eternally grateful that you saved him. He knew you were a good person. Truthfully, he had thought about you all the time, wishing he could talk to you and get to know you.
He felt incredible gratitude towards you for saving him, and he was determined to find you again, this time to thank you.
FOURTH MEETING
After making a full recovery, Miguel started to think of ways to pay you back for what you did for him. He weighed all options in his head, before finally deciding on making you a upgraded suit with the best tech, after hearing that you were back to being a hero, this time in your hometown. He was proud of you, and he couldn’t wait to see you and tell you that. LYLA commented on his affection for you, which he very unconvincingly brushed off.
You seemed happy, Miguel admittedly stalked your social media from fake pages to track you down. And to also admire your pictures. He really wished you had a picture in that thong he saw in your hotel room.
The suit was finally finished, it was black with hot pink detailing. It hugged all the right places, and the gear was basically indestructible. The face mask was in the masquerade style that you always wore. He really hoped you liked it.
He came on a Sunday. He came with no suit on, just casual clothes. He waited outside your house until your parents left before knocking at the door, anxiety at an all time high.
You opened the door without looking who it was, thinking one of your parents forgot something. You were shocked to see the beautiful face of the man that had tracked you and imprisoned you for a few hours.
“Lo siento, I don’t mean to bother you. I just wanted to come here and thank you for what you did for me.”
You immediately calmed down, relived that he hadn’t come to lock you up. You had been on your best behavior, after all. You gave him a smile, which he quickly returned. He looked hot in that white tee he was wearing, it hugged all of his muscles in the best way possible.
“Come in.”
He followed you inside, sitting with you on the couch. You were watching that same show in the Maldives. You two sat in silence for a while, staring at each other. The silence wasn’t awkward at all, his presence calmed you and you felt safe. He was distracted by you so much he forgot why he came in the first place.
“So what’s in that box?”
You pointed to the gift in his hand, rising an eyebrow.
“Oh- yeah,” he cleared his throat, embarrassed that he was staring at you in silence like a creep “This is for you. I know you’ve been helping the people here and I thought that you might appreciate a new suit.”
Your eyes widen in surprise, not only did he come to thank you but he bought a gift too?
Could he get any hotter?
You snatched the gift with a huge smile and he laughed, your happiness made him happy.
You ripped the box open, and your jaw dropped at your gift. The suit was beautiful, and it looks like it had some seriously fancy tech. You often opted just for a black jumpsuit, but this was such an upgrade.
You couldn’t control your excitement, and you squealed. Spiderman thought it was the cutest sound he’d ever heard. You pulled him in for a hug, which he quickly returned, melting into your embrace.
You pulled away and ran to your room.
“I gotta try this on! Stay put.”
He couldn’t even leave if he tried. He wanted to be here with you forever.
When you came out, his chest tightened at how well the suit fit you. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He watched as you admired your new gear in the mirror, clearly pleased with it.
“What do you think?”
He shook his head in disbelief, not understanding how someone could be so beautiful.
“You look phenomenal.”
You looked over to him, cheeks warming as you catch his gaze. You walk towards him on the couch, and he stands up. His eyes never leave your face and body as you come closer and closer. You stop when you’re chest to chest looking up at him with your beautiful eyes.
“You know, you never told me your name.”
Spiderman looked down shyly.
“It’s Miguel.”
You nod, smiling.
“Thank you, Miguel.”
He takes off your mask, putting it on the couch.
“You’re welcome, hermosa.”
Miguel grabs your face, leaning down and meets your lips, barely touching them, as if he’s teasing to see if you’ll pull away. When you don’t, he pulls you in for a slow, romantic kiss that takes your breath away. You don’t stop kissing, lips intertwining like you’ll pass away if you part. You don’t know much about Miguel, but you do know you could have your lips on his forever.
currently obsessed with the fall of the house of usher I'm thinking about writing a Perry usher fic/headcanon 🤔 but anyway I have another Miguel fic dropping today :))
