𐙚 — Choso hadn’t even been gone for more than thirty minutes before you called crying sobbing.
“Chooooo I miss you !” You sobbed so loudly into the phone that the people around the man gave him stares.
“Princess..I asked if you wanted to come with me.” He spoke to you softly. Even though you were crying, a sweet smile rose to his lips. You sniffled into the phone, “I know b-but that’s a lot of work getting in the car and having to sit in the car and getting back out of the car.” The fat tears rolled down your face.
“I know, I know,” he coos, “I’ll be back soon okay? They messed up your order, so they’re remaking it.” but that just made you cry more.
“Baby…it’s alright.” Hearing your cries hurt his heart. Choso knew you were hungry, so he’d do his best to make sure you were fed.
“But we ordered before you even left!” You huff, wiping at your swollen eyes. “…and my ice cream’s all gone Cho.” Your lip quivers, the tears building back up.
“Want me to stop by the store and get some more sweet girl?”
“Mhm..”
As if on queue, the worker comes back out with an apologetic smile. “We’re so sorry sir! Here’s your order- we even gave you a few extras, on the house.”
“It’s alright, thank you very much.” He smiles, rushing out of the busy restaurant. “You heard that, Princess? They gave you extras.” Once in the car, Choso checks the bag of food, making sure they got your order right this time.
“Can I stay on the phone while you drive?” You adjust yourself in the bed, your legs crossed as you sat up.
“Of course princess.” Even though you’d just seen him, you didn’t like being apart from Choso for too long or you’d call him crying, which he didn’t mind at all. He knew how dramatic you were (he’s right where he wants to be), and that you couldn’t help it much. “Want the same kind of ice cream?”
“Mmm, I want strawberry cheesecake from Baskin-Robbin’s” You rub your stomach, at the thought.
“That’s even farther, Princess. How about I just get a big tub of the same kind from the store?”
“Oh…okay.” The tears start back up, sniffling softly. Choso sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Are you about to start crying again?”
“…No.”
“Liar.”
“Why can’t I get that one?” You sob.
“Because your food will get cold and then you won’t eat it. I’m already at the store, I’m gonna go in and run out quickly so that I can get back before you stress yourself out too bad.” He parks, getting out as quickly as he could.
With the phone pressed up against his ear, listening to your cries, he finds the ice cream isle. “I’ll order you the whole three gallon tub okay?” He could feel your face light up on the other side of the phone.
“Okay !”
When Choso returned, you were standing in the middle of the living room with the biggest smile on your face. You looked small in one of his shirts and a simple pair of socks. In his arms he carried your food and ice cream. “Cho !”
“Hi sweet girl.” He sets them down on the table before pulling you into his arms gently. His lips brush against yours before they kiss your forehead and further down to your five month old baby bump. “Hello to my other sweet girl.” He murmurs against your stomach.
“Stressing your mom out.” He huffs. Choso leans up to kiss your tear swollen cheeks. “You’re so dramatic.” But he could never be upset with you. A slight blush dusted his cheeks as he watched your frame waddle towards the bedroom.
Summary: When a comment by another actor during Oscar’s season drop, the internet and Michael rally behind you to show love and appreciation to your craft.
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), handjob, public sex, sub!Michael. Y’all I wasn’t even planning for this to have a smut scene, but then I kept writing and it came naturally😭. Also, for the person who asked for sub!MBJ, it’s here unintentionally. I hope y’all enjoy ♥️
Michael has never found a woman more fascinating than you. You move through a room as if you’re floating through it. Sometimes, he wonders if you’re some kind of apparition that he’d made up in his mind.
How was he so blessed to be in the presence of someone with so much grace and talent?
It was easy to see why you’d already been promoted to principal ballerina at such a young age. The first time that Michael saw you dance, his vision went blurry and he felt like he couldn’t breathe.
You moved across the floor in a way that felt inhuman. You commanded the eyes of every single person in the room like it was honor that they were witnessing such greatness. In fact, he felt honored to be there.
His journey into meeting you started with Sinners.
“I don’t know man. I just want the characters to feel like their own distinct personalities. I want them to talk different. Move different,” Michael explained to Ryan.
The other man nodded his head in agreement. He and Michael had been working together long enough for him to know how serious Michael was when it came to his craft.
Ryan thought over Michael’s words and then looked over to Zunzi. “You got any ideas?”
Zingi thought it over before smiling, “Actually I do. Why don’t you go take a few ballet classes?”
Michael and Ryan chuckled lightly as Zinzi rolled her eyes. Ryan looked in Michael’s direction, “That’s actually not a bad idea. I mean, if you think about it. It could teach you how to be light on your feet and working on posture for the characters.”
Truthfully, the idea was brilliant. If anyone knew anything about posture and composure, it was a ballerina.
“I’ll give it a shot, but do you have any suggestions for a teacher?”
Zinzi nodded before she flashed a picture of you to Michael. Michael had heard of you before. Hell, who hadn’t heard of you. You were making quite the impression on the ballet world with your dancing.
You were already a principal ballerina at your company and in high demand for other productions when your company wasn’t in season.
“She does classes on the side that our daughters take. I can text her to set up a meeting. Maybe you can do a few private classes with her to help you with Smoke and Stack,” Zinzi said, while typing down on her phone.
Michael assumed that she was already texting you. After a few moments, Zinzi looks up from her phone, “She said you can come after her class on Thursday to meet her if you have some time that day.”
Michael nod, “Yeah I’m free. Thank you for setting it up.”
Thursday rolls around and Michael finds himself standing in the midst of a ballet studio. He wears a cap over his head to avoid drawing any unnecessary attention to himself.
He walks up to the receptionist desk, “Hi, I’m supposed to be meeting Yn Yln here.”
The receptionist smiles at him, “Of course. She told me to be expecting you. She’ll in room 5A. You can go right down that hall.”
Michael gives her a polite ‘thank you’ before moving to walk down the hall. He peers through most of the glass windows and sees all of the different dancers practicing routines.
When he gets to room 5A, he peers through the window and immediately spots you. He knocks on the door gently. A few seconds pass before you open the door, “Right on time. I still have a few more minutes with my class but you’re more than welcome to come sit while we finish.”
Michael doesn’t realize that he’s staring at your face until you clear your throat. Heat crawls up the back of his neck as he nods his head and smiles. He follow behind you to sit in the corner while your students’ curious gazes all seem to be on the newcomer.
As much as he would like to hide it, he knows that they’ve recognized him by this point.
You clap your hands lightly, drawing the little girls attention to you, “Alright, your performance for Alice in Wonderland will be coming up soon, and there’s still a few tweaks that we need to make. Let’s start from the top.”
The little girls all take position as you start the music. You walk around the room and watch their forms closely. One little girl appears to struggle when it comes to one of the turns and Michael can see the tears of frustration stinging at her eyes.
It’s apparent that you see it too.
You step closer to the little girl and lean down to whisper in her ear. Michael watches how soft and patient you are with her. You stand and guide her through making the turn. He watches with fascination as the girl’s confidence grows more and more with each passing turn until you’re no longer guiding her.
She gives you a wide smile when she completes the turn on her own. You smile in return before stepping to continue guiding your other students.
Before Michael knows it, the class is over and the little girls’ parents are filing in to pick them up. A few moms peer his way and their eyes widen in excitement.
‘Girl is that Michael B. Jordan?’
‘Oooo..is Ms.YN dating him?’
‘Lord, he finer in person! If I wasn’t married, I would be all over him.’
‘Girl married or not! I’d happily throw this cat at him.’
Michael hides his grin behind his hand at the gossip permeating through the room. Soon, all of the parents and their kids filter out of the room, and you close the door.
You walk over to sit next to Michael and hold out your hand, “It’s nice to meet you. I’m a huge fan of your work.”
“Thank you. I’m a fan of yours as well. Thank you for agreeing to meet me today,” Michael replies.
You nod, “Of course. Now, what is it exactly that I can do for you, Michael?”
His mouth feels dry at the way that his name sounds falling from your lips. “I have a new movie coming up where I play twin brothers, and I want them to both feel physically different. Zinzi suggested taking ballet classes and mentioned you.”
He pauses for a moment before quickly interjecting, “I’d pay for it. If you’re open to helping me.”
You mull over the proposition for a few moments before nodding, “I’ll help you. Ryan actually mentioned the movie the last time he came to pick the girls up, so I know it’s going to be good. We can start next week if you’re open.”
Without hesitation, Michael nods. You could’ve told him to start now and he would’ve been down for it. He’s willing to take anything that you give him at this point.
You stand from the bench, “Well, it was nice meeting you. On Monday, come in workout clothes, as flexible as possible. I’ll also need different dialogues pieces from the scripts or some description of the twins to get a better feel of them. That way I can better plan around your training.”
Michael nods in response, “Okay, I’ll talk to Coog about getting you some pieces. Thank you again. You’re helping me out more than you know.”
A soft laugh leaves your lips, “Don’t mention it. Just be ready for Monday.”
Michael shakes his head before moving to exit the room. He stops as a thought hits him, “Oh, I just realized I don’t have your number.”
You walk over with your phone in hand. Michael hands his phone to you and you put your phone in before calling yourself to save his number. You hand his phone back with a parting smile and farewell.
Inside his car, Michael can’t help, but think about how excited he is to start his lessons with you. In fact, he’s so excited that when he gets home, he goes to watch videos of your performances on YouTube.
He imagines seeing the performances in person and thinks to himself how magical it must be to witness you dance in person.
With Ryan’s approval, parts of the script are emailed to you. Over the weekend, you analyze the pieces and make notes for the two characters. You’re also intrigued by the notion of seeing Michael transform into Smoke and Stack.
When Monday comes, Michael moves quicker than any other event that he’s ever done in life. He dresses in a simple t-shirt and shorts combo. In the mirror, he realizes that he’s taking extra care with his appearance.
“Get a grip. She’s just teaching you ballet,” He says to himself in the mirror.
On the drive over, he’s already going over the possible exercises that you could be planning for him. He laughs softly thinking about you having him twirling around the room.
He parks his car in the parking lot and enters the building. The receptionist from the previous week smiles at him before ushering him to go back. He finds you in the same room as before, but you’re dressed differently.
You’re wearing a pink leotard with pink tights and pink leg warmers. Your hair is pulled to the top of your head, and Michael can’t help but think how gorgeous you look as the pink compliments the brown of your skin.
“You’re early.”
Michael shrugs, “My father often told me that being on time is still late.”
“Let me guess, army brat?” You question, a teasing smile covering your beautiful face. Michael smiles in response and nods. You usher him forward and he closes the door behind him.
“I reviewed script and wrote down a few notes to help. But first I want you to tell me who Smoke and Stack are in your own words.”
Michael mulls over your order for a moment. He takes a minute to find the words, “I guess I’ll start with Stack. He’s the more irresponsible one. He’s playful. Always thinking of the next scheme to get him further in life. Whereas Smoke, he’s more quiet. Lethal. He’s watching everyone in the room as soon as he steps in.”
Your inquisitive eyes meet his, “Good. Now which twin do you prefer to start with?”
“Let’s go with Stack. Moving in his skin is a lot more comfortable to me,” Michael answers.
For him, the role of Stack had come naturally. Though it may not have came off that way to the general public, but Michael has a playful boyishness to himself that many people don’t get to see.
You guide him into the middle of the room. “We’ll start with some stretching.” You demonstrate the first stretch to Michael and he follows suit. He’s used to stretching before workouts, but he’s never done some of the stretches that you have him doing.
He’s pulling at muscles that he didn’t even know needed to be stretched. From the corner of his eye, he watches the ease at which you stretch. It’s clear that after years of doing this, the exercise is nothing to you.
“Okay, now I want to see how you normally walk,” You announce after you and Michael finish the stretching exercises.
As awkward as it is, he obeys your command and walks towards you. You point to the wall and he walks over in the direction. He can see the way that you tilt your head and squint. He wonders what you’re thinking of him. Do you like his walk?
You stop him, “Your posture is good, kind of hunched over, but I’m assuming that comes from being an army brat. You switch between walking light on your feet and then heavy. I’m assuming the boxing training from Creed did that.”
Michael looks at you in surprise, “You got all of that just from me walking?”
“As a dancer, it’s my job to be mindful of my steps. It’s only natural that I extend the skill to my teaching. Since we’re starting with Stack, I want you to channel some of the character here, even if that means that you have to start talking as the character,” You explain, stepping back from him.
Michael takes a deep breath and mentally goes over the voice exercises in his mind for Stack. You watch with intrigue as he changes his body with smaller movements.
He turns to face you with a cocky smirk, “How you doin’ baby?”
You chuckle at the nickname, “I’m doing just fine and what about you?”
“I’m mighty fine myself. Even betta’ now that you here,” He answers.
“Walk towards me,” you order softly. Michael begins his walk towards you and stops when you hold up a hand, “Go back, you need to be light on your feet with Stack. He’s always slinking and slithering through a room.”
Michael goes back and does the walk again with your notes. Without thinking, he starts circling around you. He smirk, “Pretty girl like you here all alone?”
“I bet you use that on all the girls. You’re quite the player from what I heard,” you said, playing into the character and watching his body language.
Michael shakes his head, “Ain’t too many women round here to look at. ‘Sides they ain’t got nothing on you.”
You hold up a finger. You move to stand behind him and place a hand on his stomach, while angling his shoulders, “Keep your posture straight and wide. Stack likes being the center of attention. He’s gonna want people to look at him. Don’t be afraid to move your arms.”
For the next thirty minutes, you and Michael continue to work on his walk for Stack. You teach him more on being light on his feet and he runs more ideas past you for the character.
You don’t rush him. You’re patient with him in helping him with all of the different quirks of his character. You still give him creative freedom while monitoring what’s best. By the end of the lesson, Michael leaves with more clarity than before.
He drinks from his water bottle as you both sit on the floor. “I forgot, we never did talk about how much I’ll be paying you. How does $10,000 for the week sound?”
Your eyes widen, “Michael, that’s way too much. I usually only charge my clients $22.”
“No, I don’t think it’s too much. You’ve already helped me a lot with the character and I want to make sure that you’re compensated for it. I fly out next week to start filming in Louisiana, so I don’t mind paying you.”
You still appear to be conflicted about taking his money, but then a light bulb pops off in your head, “I’ll take the money if you agree to meet my take one of my beginner classes with my students. They’d love to meet you.”
“Deal.” He holds his hand out to you, which you shake in response.
The following day, you and Michael work on Stack’s walk more with you teaching him more exercises to help him get into character.
“Okay, I think I’m ready to become Smoke,” Michael said, standing from his place on the floor.
Truthfully, from the pieces of the script that you read, Smoke was your favorite twin. You admired his devotion to his brother and his clear love for Annie.
You come to stand beside Michael and move his shoulders to make them slump slightly. You lean closer to whisper in his ear, “Now, with Smoke. He’s a lot heavier. He has all of this unspoken trauma and burdens resting on his shoulders. Your body language should reflect that. Your footsteps need to be heavier. You need to walk like this man has the weight of the world suffocating him.”
Michael turns his head and for a moment, you both stare into each other’s eyes. He takes the opportunity to commit all of your features to his memory. He thinks back to the fact that by the end of this week, he won’t see you for a few months.
He wants to remember every thing about you before that time comes.
“You ready?” You question, continuing to hold eye contact with him. He nods. You step back to create distance between yourselves.
He mentally gets himself into the headspace for Smoke. He places your words in his head as he begins to feel a sudden weight holding his shoulders down.
He looks at you quietly and you know that the change has taken place.
“Which do you prefer? Smoke or Elijah?”
He shrugs, “Either is fine.”
“I didn’t ask for fine, I asked which you preferred,” You point out.
“Elijah.”
“Come over to me, Elijah,” You say, beckoning a finger forward. Michael feels and hears the heaviness of his footsteps entering his ears. It physically feels like he’s wearing a weighted vest, but he keeps in mind that the character requires him to be this way.
When he steps in front of you, you’re both toe to toe as you gaze up at him. Slowly, you move around him and press your fingers to his shoulders. “You’re holding tension here. That’s good. Loosen up a bit. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
You think back to the sex scene from the script that he has with Annie. You move closer to Michael and press your body against his. You slide a manicured hand across his torso, feeling his muscle constrict beneath your fingers.
“For this character, you need to identify what areas that he’s holding his trauma. Shoulders yes, but where else? In the scene with Annie, he melts into her touch, so it’s obvious that he’s holding something here. Residual love? Guilt? You need to get to the root of it.” You explain, pressing your fingers lightly into his abdomen.
Michael can’t help the way that his eyes roll back at the feel of your hands on him. He doesn’t think as he pulls your other hand across his torso so that you’re hugging him.
He closes his eyes and his body feels like liquid. He feels like he could melt beneath your fingers and you’d be there to clean him up. He intertwines his fingers between yours and he doesn’t know why, but he starts trailing your hands up and down his body.
He moves your fingers up his chest as a deep breath exits his mouth. You watch Michael the entire time. You knew what it was like to get lost in a character and all of the emotions that came with it.
“What is it that you need, Elijah?” You whisper into his ear.
Michael bites his lip softly, “I need you to touch me.”
“Touch you where, baby?”
“Everywhere,” he pleads. His voice is low, almost like a whine. Michael doesn’t even realize that he’s trembling in your hold.
You trail your fingers across the expanse of his chest before enclosing your fingers around his neck. A whimper leaves Michael’s mouth as you tighten your hand, “You need to be vulnerable, especially when it comes to Annie. This is a character that doesn’t allow himself to be exposed to anyone besides her and his brother. Tap into that.”
You release his throat as both your hands trail down before stopping at the waistband of his shorts. You lift the hem of his shirt and take your nails across the patch of hair there. “Look at me, Elijah.”
Michael’s wide and pleading eyes find yours. You can see the tears brimming at his pretty brown eyes. “Please,” He begs.
You nod before sliding your fingers inside his briefs. Michael jumps at the feeling of your fingers running through the course hair surrounding his length. You grasp him in your hand before sliding upwards to collect his pre-cum and use it to begin sliding your hand up and down.
Michael’s head falls back as he settles more of his weight into your hold. He moans as the pleasure courses through his veins at the feeling of you jerking him off. He moans louder when you focus on his sensitive tip.
“You’re doing so good, Elijah. You needed this, didn’t you?”
Michael whimpers and nods as the tears begin cascading down his face. In response, your hand increases in speed as Michael bucks into your hand.
The first spurt of his cum hits your fingers as he shakes and moans into your hold. You talk him through the orgasm by whispering in his ear. There’s a shattering of colors that erupts beneath Michael’s eyelids. The pleasure feels like someone disconnecting his soul from his body and brought him back.
He comes down from his high when you remove your wet hand from his boxers. You both look down at his white release coating your fingers.
Wordlessly, you move to cross the room and wipe your hand off on a nearby towel. Michael stands, dumbstruck in the middle of the studio with his shorts wet from his cum.
Frankly, he doesn’t know what to say and he’s still not 100% sure that he’s actually in his body.
“Are you okay?” You ask, though you clearly know he’s not.
Michael nods, dazed. You grab his hand and lead him to a nearby bench. You take the top from his water bottle and angle it towards his lips. He takes a few sips while staring at you.
You cup his hands in your hands, “Look at me for a second. You’re okay. We’re okay. Just keep focusing on my voice and come back to me, okay.”
Absentmindedly, he nods. A few more minutes and his brain finally doesn’t feel like mush anymore. “I’m sorry. That was weird,” Michael said.
You shake your head, “Nothing weird about it. We all get lost in it sometimes. You good now?”
He shakes his head before standing.
“I’m sorry if that was crossing any lines for you. I don’t know what came over me and it was out of line. I just don’t want it to come across that I came here just for that,” Michael admits sheepishly.
“It’s okay, Michael. I know that you didn’t come here for that. But I do want to be sure that we aren’t crossing too many boundaries since you’re technically employing me.”
“I get that…But I like you a lot, and I haven’t felt anything like that before. Not even just the physical, but you’ve unlocked parts of me that I didn’t know were there. Let me take you out to dinner, and if you decide you don’t like me there, I’ll drop it.”
His bright eyes meet yours. You can read the desperation there and you have to admit that you had started to develop a crush on Michael as well.
“Fine. One date.” You reply, a smile overtaking your lips.
Michael smiles back, “This Saturday. I’ll pick you up.”
You haven’t left Michael’s mind since that day at the studio. His mind, body, and soul crave you. It’s like rewired something inside of him, and now he’s insatiable, even if it only means that he gets to look at you.
He picks you up at seven for your date. At the restaurant, you both sit across from each other as you sip from your wine glass.
Michael leans forward, “Tell me your story. How’d you get to where you are now?”
“I was really quiet as a kid. Not really interacting with others. My parents wanted me to come out of my shell a bit more and make friends, so they signed me up for ballet lessons. It was fun, and it worked on bringing me out of my shell. I didn’t really consider a professional career in it at first until my teacher pulled my parents and me to the side to say how much faster I was progressing than my classmates. She said that she could see me going far, and she really honed in on shaping my abilities,” you explain, fingers lightly tapping on the table.
“Is it true that you studied in Ukraine?” Michael asks. He’d taken the time out to do his research about you, but he still preferred to hear it firsthand.
“Yeah, my teacher thought I’d do well in a more challenging environment, so we filled out an application for a ballet school in Ukraine. I had to go audition there, and then I got a scholarship to go full-time. I stayed there and traveled around Europe for a couple of years.”
“What made you come back?”
“Truthfully, I missed home. It was nice being able to travel across the country, but nothing beats home. I applied for my current company, and now I’m here,” You said.
“It’s inspiring what you do. I’ve only seen some of your performances online, but I can bet money that it’s different seeing you in person,” Michael said, eyes glancing over your face.
“You should come sometime. I have a performance for Swan Lake coming up in about two months. If you’re free from filming, I’ll set you a ticket to the side.”
Michael lights up at the idea of seeing you dance in person. “I’ll be there.”
By the end of the date, Michael doesn’t want to let you go, but he knows that he has a flight to Louisiana early in the morning. He stands toe-to-toe with you in front of your apartment door. He leans down to ghost his lips across yours. He breathes in the scent of your perfume and engrains it into his memory until he can see you again. You brush your lips across his, smearing your lip gloss across his lips. You pull back lightly, and he immediately starts chasing your affection. Michael brings his hand into your hair and crushes his lips to yours.
You both breathe each other in, passing moans between each other like a conversation.
You pull back, rubbing your nose with his, “I’ll see you, Michael.”
He nods, “You will.”
He bestows one last lingering kiss on your lips before walking back to his car. Inside the car, he doesn’t stop touching his lips, even as he drives. In fact, he licks the remnants of your gloss from his lips and moans at the taste of you.
It’ll have to be enough for now.
A month into filming, and everyone can already see the way that Michael fully embodies the role of Smoke and Stack. It’s as if he did some kind of voodoo, and the spirits of the characters are physically ingrained into him.
Michael and Zinzi clock the difference in his movements as he walks.
They know that it’s all because of you.
Michael’s relationship with you had only continued to grow. He’d call or text you throughout the day to hear about the aspects of your day. You’d send him different pictures of you during practice or in your costume for Swan Lake.
He’d flown back out for your performance tonight. You’d sent him the ticket and had him seated closely to the stage. He introduced himself to your parents, who’d already heard a lot about Michael through you.
Your mom looked down at the huge bouquet of flowers in Michael’s hands. The bouquet consisted of all flowers with varying shades of pink. “I see you’ve picked up on the fact that pink’s her favorite color.”
Michael smiled sheepishly, “Yeah, she wears a lot of it, so I figured it’d be best to get flowers to reflect that.”
“Good. I like you already,” Your mom said with a soft smile.
Soon, the lights dimmed, and the performance began. Michael’s intrigued by the story, but most of all, he’s eager to see you. He doesn’t have to wait long when you appear on the stage with all the elegance and grace of a swan. He becomes enraptured with the softness of the makeup on your face and the subtle grace of your movements. Despite all the other dancers being there, Michael only keeps his eyes on you.
When it’s time for you to transition as The Black Swan, Michael feels the breath leaving his chest. It seems impossible for you to become an entirely separate person, but Michael watches as you fully embody the role. As you turn, the muscles in your back contract as if wings are moving and dying to sprout from the skin.
In this moment, Michael truly believes that this may be the closest that he’ll ever get to seeing God.
He’ll repent for that later.
After the show concludes, your parents usher him backstage alongside them so that he can see you. Your parents knock on your dressing room door, you open it wearing a pink gown.
Your dad steps up first to hug you, “You did amazing out there, sweet pea.”
“My baby is the Swan Queen. We’re so proud of you,” your mom adds, hugging you next.
A sly smile appears on her face as she steps to the side, “There’s someone that I think is dying to see you.”
Michael appears in the doorway with a bouquet in front of him. You both take a minute to look at each other.
You step forward and wrap your arms around him. In return, Michael clutches your body closely to his. He breathes in your perfume, and he realizes that he missed your smell more than he realized.
“You were amazing out there. It was like being transported to another world,” He whispers into your ear.
“Thank you for coming. I know you’re busy with filming,” you said, pulling back from the hug. He places the large bouquet in your hands, “I’m never too busy for you.”
Your parents watch the interaction with large smiles on their face. Michael looks at you and your family, “Can I take y’all out to dinner?”
Your mom shakes her head, “Thank you for the offer, but why don’t we let you kids have some time to yourselves?”
They both give you parting kisses and wave at Michael. “You ready or I can give you more time?”
“No, I’m ready.” You reply, grabbing your purse before grasping Michael’s hand in yours.
Outside the theater, people gawk at seeing you and Michael together so openly. He doesn’t try to hide the fact either. He pulls you closer as the cameras flash brighter and more of the paparazzi yell out your respective names.
You both have no doubt that you’ll be front page news for The Shade Room and TMZ in only a couple of minutes. Michael ushers you into the car before jogging back to his side.
Soon, you’re both sitting across from each other in a Japanese restaurant that Michael rented out.
“So, how’s filming? Is it easier for you to step between Smoke and Stack now?” You ask, playing with Michael’s fingers across the table.
“It is. I feel like I have a better sense of the characters because of you.” He answers.
You smirk, “As much as I love the praise. It’s not just me. That’s all you too. You understand the characters more than you think you do.”
A wave of silence falls over you both as you continue intertwining your fingers together.
Michael runs his fingertips across the tattoo on your wrist. He finally looks up and finds you staring at him, “I’ve been thinking. I know we haven’t known each other that long, but I really like you. I wanna ask if you want to be my girl?”
“I’d really like that.”
From that point on, you’re his woman, and he’s completely and utterly devoted to you.
When Sinners releases, it’s just as big as you knew it’d be. You’re by Michael’s side the entire time as more and more people flock to him for his performance. On the red carpet, he holds your body close to his as the camera flashes.
He’d dropped the L-word early in your relationship, and he had no regrets about it.
Award season rolls around, and Michael’s name is on everyone’s lips for the Oscars.
“So, Michael, I’ve heard you mention that you worked with a voice coach, twin consultants, and chakra healers for your role as Smoke and Stack. Is there any other work that you did to prepare for the role?” The interviewer questions.
“Actually, I did. My girlfriend is a ballet dancer, which is how we met. I wanted Smoke and Stack to walk differently, so Zinzi suggested taking ballet classes. My girlfriend was an essential part of me crafting the characters. Honestly, I wouldn’t have been able to do it without her.”
Not surprisingly, the clip goes viral.
Little did you and Michael know, another clip is about to go viral. One that’s been insulting to you and your craft.
The next day, when you wake up, you don’t know whose phone is blowing up more: yours or Michael’s. Turns out, it’s yours.
You open up Instagram and click on the post that everyone is tagging you in.
Matthew McConaughey and Timothee Chalamet sit across from each other. The younger male smiles jokingly, “And I don’t want to be working in ballet or opera, or you know, things where it’s like keep these things alive, even though it’s like no one cares about it anymore.”
Ouch.
To further add salt to the wound, the younger man continues laughing about the joke before adding, “I just lost 14 cents in viewership.”
You frown and lock your phone again.
Quite frankly, you’d grown used to people talking down on your profession. Especially elitist little white boys whose parents had kept a silver spoon in their mouths. Michael rolls over and notices you frowning, “What’s wrong?”
You unlock your phone and play the video back for him. Michael’s body tenses, and you can see the way that his nose flares up. He stands up from the bed and grabs his phone. You grab his arm, “What are you planning on doing?”
“Handling it. Releasing a statement. You don’t need some scrawny lil’ white boy talking down on you and your career,” Michael said.
“Well, I mean technically, he didn’t mention my name,” You correct.
Michael shoots you a strict look, “It doesn’t matter if he didn’t say your name or if he said it in ASL. He still disrespected you and what you do. That doesn’t slide with me.”
He holds his phone up to his face before you snatch it out of his hands. The two of you wrestle over the phone until you move across the room to create distance between yourselves. You hold your hand up, “Listen first. I find it absolutely sexy that you want to defend my honor, but the last thing I want to cloud your award season is some scandal. You’re bigger than this, and I’m not able to let anything mess up your moment. Just let me handle it, okay?”
Begrudingly, Michael huffs and nods his head. You cross the bed to throw your arms around his neck. You press your lips into his, and you can feel the tension leaving his body as his hands move down to your waist. “I love you, Kari.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Like all things on the internet, they blow up and people react. After Timothee’s little rant about the ballet and opera communities, people were enraged—and rightfully so.
It wasn’t just the fact that he’d mentioned that ballet and operas were dying arts. It was the callous and careless nature of his tone during the interview.
To add onto it, people were more incensed on your behalf. With Michael being nominated and you being a ballerina, the comments felt like they were shady towards you and Michael.
However, you weren’t about to let the comments get to you. You’d hold your high and show everyone what greatness looked like.
As you’re exiting the studio for the day, one of the social media interns, Alanis, comes up to you, “Hey, we’re doing interviews with all of the dancers before the performance. Do you have a few minutes?”
“Sure.”
You and Alanis walk to the middle of studio floor as you take a seat. She sets the camera up in your direction.
“We are here with our lovely principal dancer, yn. How are you today?”
“A little sore, I can’t lie,” you reply with a chuckle.
Alanis nods, “Of course, you’ve been working hard. For the upcoming show, we’re doing The Rites of Spring, a ballet performance that caused a lot of controversy when it was first released. With you in the lead role, what does it mean to you?”
“I think just as the main character, it means sacrifice and giving yourself over to something that’s much higher than yourself. The dance is jarring and raw, but it’s freeing. I like that we’re giving ourselves the space to be unhinged.”
Alanis continues the interview with you, and you can see a look of unease pass on her face as she stops the video. “My next question was going to be the whole Timothee Chalamet comment thing, but if you’re not comfortable with answering that, then I understand.”
You shake your head, “No, let’s do it.”
A wide smile covers the girl’s face as she turns the camera back on. “So as everyone in the ballet world knows, there’s been some comments made by Timothee Chalamet in relation to our profession. Any comments?”
“Of course, as someone who’s worked their way up in this industry without any handouts, I think the comments were insensitive and frankly very childish. There are so many women and men who have come before me that have shed blood, tears, and put their soul into creating this art and bringing it to life. For Timothee, whose own mother and sister are ballerinas, to say something like that, it was very telling of his maturity level,” you pause.
“I’ve heard him say countless times that he’s striving for greatness, yet I think he doesn’t realize that he’s not even at the starting point for it. For someone who is striving to be great, they know that one aspect of that is humility and also not tearing others down. When he learns those core components, then he can have a seat with the big kids. And lastly, he said that he was going to lose 14 cents in viewership. I can guarantee that it’ll be more. There’ll be more people dying for a repeat performance of Swan Lake in 100 years rather than a movie about ping pong.” You end the speech with a gentle smile.
Behind the camera, Alanis is gobsmacked and she ends the video before she starts snapping her fingers, “Respectfully, you ate him up with that one.”
She posts the videos to the company’s social media page, and as expected, it immediately gains traction.
@ynsbiggestfan: not our girl clocking Timothee’s tea in the most polite tone 🤣
@ynsslipper: it was giving “beautiful gowns” frfr. I’m so weak, but good for her👏🏽😮💨
@ynandmichaelfanpage: Chile..Timothee might wanna stay at home for the Oscars💀
The hype from your comments doesn’t die down. In fact, everyone is almost anticipating seeing you by Michael’s side on Oscar’s night.
Michael is proud of you for the way that you handled the situation, but it still doesn’t decrease his feelings of wanting to protect you.
You stand in front of him and pick a piece of lint off his suit. Your dress is a deep burgundy with v-cut. You have a matching diamond pendant around your neck—courtesy of Michael.
“You look so handsome, baby. My Oscar winner.”
Michael smiles shyly, “Possible Oscar winner.”
You can see the nerves swirling in his eyes and you clock the way that he’s already preparing himself to be disappointed. Your manicured hands come up to cup his face, “They’d be idiotic not to give you this award. Baby out of everyone in that category, you deserve it. You poured yourself into those characters. You’re always my winner.”
Michael’s eyes glisten as he sniffles softly. You lean in and press your lips against his. When you pull back, you both lay your foreheads against each other. Michael speaks first, “I love you baby. I owe this to you too.”
“I love you too, Kari. Now let’s go before we have you late.”
At the ceremony, you, Michael, and his family all pose together. You move to give them an opportunity to only pose together before Donna pulls you back into the picture.
“You’re family, darling. You deserve to be here just as much as we do,” She whispers to you before kissing your cheek. The cameras flash more at seeing the display of affection.
Inside the venue, you’re all ushered to your seats.
“I’m sorry, but there’s only one other seat beside Michael,” the girl announces.
“I’ll be up there with your dad and your siblings,” you tell Michael, capturing his lips in another kiss.
He squeezes your hands in his before you’re off to your seat. The ceremony goes on with many jokes being made about Timothee’s comments. You know that if you were sitting at the front, the camera would no doubt pan in your direction.
Finally, the moment arrives.
The announcement for Best Actor. You can hear your heart thudding inside your chest as you hold Jamila’s hands. Adrien Brody steps up to the microphone, “And the Oscar goes to…..Michael B. Jordan.”
The entire venue erupts into screams as the camera focuses on Michael. You can see the utter disbelief on his face as he hugs his mother.
Tears of joy stream down your face as you record the moment.
Michael begins his speech by thanking all of the cast and crew for Sinners, along with shouting out his family.
“Lastly, I’d like to dedicate this award to my beautiful partner. This award is hers just as much as it’s mine. She helped me to shape the characters and I’ll forever be grateful for her. But most of all, I’d like to commend her for her grace, dedication, and talent. Baby, you’re a shining star in this world and what you do, as a dancer and as an artist, matters. I hope you never lose that light. I love you so much, and I can’t wait to share this with you.” Michael ends the speech with a smile before exiting the stage.
You sniffle loudly at the speech.
After the ceremony, you rush forward to greet Michael with a passionate kiss. Camera capture the moment and they zoom in as you and Michael exchange, “I love you’s.” The moment is further cemented as he presses you into his side as he gets his name engraved into the Oscar.
It’s a night that’ll forever be talked about for years to come.
ᤢ . 𝓢ummary ♥︎ ੭ a dumb fling in college resulted in an unplanned pregnancy. miguel never knew since you ghosted him and never saw each other again. seven years later, you’ve been living a double life as a single mother and a thief, taking risks to provide for your daughter. who would’ve thought the famous spider-man you keep running into is also your baby daddy.
“gabi, you need to brush your teeth or you’re gonna be late for school again!”
“can i finish this episode of gumball first, mamá?”
“no mija, you have to get ready.”
“but mamá, por favor.”
“gabriella.” a tinge of sternness but gentle.
the seven year old pouts before rising from her chair, walking to the kitchen to place down her bowl of recent eaten cereal, and head to the bathroom. your heart aches every time you see that disappointed look on her face. it’s understandable but you all have to get a move on in the world if you wanna keep your job and not get gabriella in trouble at school.
that’s how life has been for the past seven years, you going to work and gabriella at school. well, two years of school since gabriella recently started 1st grade. it was all in a blink of an eye. remembering her very first day of school and how you cried while watching her walk to her classroom with the other kids, letting go of your baby girl into the world. remembering when she was born on a rainy afternoon. it was a family reunion when your water broke and everyone panicked. next thing you knew, a little girl wrapped in a pink blanket like a cocoon was laying in your arms. sun-kissed skin, a plethora of brown hair, and the most beautiful pair of brown eyes. you didn’t question where she got those features from. you thought of him in that moment, a shame he wasn’t there but it was your fault he wasn’t.
it was back in college, a time of exploration and experimentation. there was this boy in your biology class. soft brown hair, thickest eyebrows, sharpest cheekbones known to man, thick black rimmed glasses settled over the prettiest browns eyes and cute nose, way above the average male height, a total gym rat but the nerdiest dude ever.
miguel o'hara.
a name you never forgot.
even to this day, it still haunts you.
he was your assigned tutor since biology wasn’t your strongest subject and the last thing you wanted was to fail the class. it was a little awkward at first since you were both introverts, especially miguel because that boy barely socialized at all. kept to himself, only had one friend, rarely went out. despite being a total antisocial creature, miguel was damn smart. carried such intelligence and had a passion for science, specifically for biology. hence why he majored in that field. because of his big brain, you were able to pass the class. eventually, the tutorship turned into friendship until one night at a party where you both drank a little too much and lost your virginities to each other in the bed of some mutual friend. his calloused hands roaming your body, whispering soft praises into your ear as he slowly pumped himself in you. it was the night that changed everything.
friends with benefits is what you put it as, or a situationship. two friends who would occasionally fuck. neither you or miguel considered officially being together yet the feelings taunted you both like a virus. you weren’t his girlfriend but damn did you feel like it. it was a fucking mess of mixed signals. miguel being so sweet and caring towards you yet felt so distant at the same time. in public, you put on a show of a simple friendship. but behind closed doors, his cock was shoved deep inside of you and made sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. at the time, you didn’t think of it as much. you and miguel still maintain your friendship while hooking up. despite the feelings you harbor for each other.
until the consequences caught up.
it was a week before graduation when you found out you were pregnant. that morning you shed so many tears, your roommate xina was worried when she found you balling your eyes out in the bathroom. despite her words of comfort, you still felt like shit. she knew of you and miguel, although she did warned about this stupid situationship but of course your dumbass didn’t listen. now it was biting you in the ass. a harsh slap in the damn face. but the unplanned pregnancy wasn’t the only worst thing.
a weeks ago, miguel mentioned he got an internship at alchemax, a company he’s been dying to join. you never witnessed so much enthusiasm and happiness in those pretty brown eyes when he told you. he was so genuinely happy, your heart fluttered with joy. you were happy for him. he already had his life planned after college and you didn’t want to ruin that. just imagine you’re about to start your life then a bombshell of an unexpected pregnancy comes out and now you can’t achieve your dreams? you didn’t have the heart to tell him. you couldn’t do that to him because you loved him too much to hurt him.
so you made the worst decision of your life.
you never told miguel about the pregnancy.
instead, you ghosted him right after graduation. during that last week of school, you avoided him at all cost. ignored the numerous texts, calls, voicemails that blew up on your phone. every time you stared at his name on the screen and never answered, a piece of your heart broke. avoiding him on campus was hard. the numerous times xina told you when miguel was looking you, the sad look on his face when she told him she hadn’t seen you shattered your heart more. it hurt so fucking bad to ignore the man you loved. yes, you did loved miguel. you gave him your heart and the idiot didn’t even know.
the fucked part was that you never knew he was looking for you during graduation. the moment everyone tossed their caps in the air, you walked out of the stadium with tears running down your cheeks and a broken heart. since there was hundreds of students, it was impossible to find you in a sea of people wearing that same damn thing. you didn’t know how desperate miguel was searching for you. you didn’t know how heartbroken he was when miguel never found you and figured out you blocked him on everything when he tried to call you.
you never saw each other again.
it was the worst summer of your life. pregnant and unsure whether to keep it or not. after many serious conversations with your parents, you decided to keep it. with the support of your family, you were going to be okay. however, of course they weren’t happy when you first told them about the pregnancy. oh the look of murder on their faces when you told them miguel was the father, you knew he would’ve been way under than six feet in the ground. don’t be mistaken, they were pissed at you too for being irresponsible and not telling miguel. the sad thing is that your parents liked miguel, a good young man. they even thought you two would get married someday. but unfortunately that never came true.
that first year after college was fucking rough. it was actually an okay pregnancy, it was just the fact you were pregnant and couldn’t start your life the way you imagined it months ago. eventually, life went on and you had your beautiful baby girl gabriella. the greatest gift you could ever received. until she was three, you had been living with your parents while looking for jobs and have someone take care of gabi. you did manage to find a secretary position for some company that paid well enough to the point of you moving out and getting place of your own. unfortunately, that ended horribly when the CEO of the company was exposed for having multiple sexual relations with employees and gambling issues. losing that job heavily effected you and gabriella. it was terrible to the point of almost getting evicted but in the nick of time you found another job you have now, waitress at a diner. significantly lower pay than your previous job but you took what you could get and pay those damn bills and provide for gabriella.
however, the waitress pay was still not enough to support you both. there wasn’t much alternative options, it was both frustrating and a struggle. endless nights of silent tears trailing down your cheeks, desperately trying to find a better job while gabriella was sleeping in her room. you felt like a terrible mother, not doing enough for your daughter. all you wanted is to give her a good childhood, grow up in a safe and loving environment. you were doing everything you could for her, even if costed your mental health. a parent would do anything for their child. so, you decided to take a risk.
there were local jewelry stores around, owned the most prettiest elegant pieces. during nights when gabriella was babysat by your parents or a neighbor, you slip into black latex suit and sneak off to the jewelry shops. thanks to the two years of gymnastics when you were a kid, you were pretty flexible and swift through the city effortlessly. being stealthy was natural to you, it was easy to break in and steal whatever jewelry you could snatch. you knew this was bad, you knew you were committing a crime. all of your life, you were a good decent person. held good morals and never indulged in bad habits. well, besides getting knocked up in college. until you’re left with no options, you had to make a sacrifice. you were a mother now, you had to do it for the sake of your daughter. no matter what.
that’s how you became the infamous black cat.
a hardworking single mother by day, a thief by night.
it’s been like this for a few years and you’ve yet to be caught. it is the reason why you’ve been able to remain living in the same apartment and have food on the table for your little family. you also got a dog, weiner dog cocker spaniel mix named bella. since gabriella is often alone and didn’t have anyone to play with at home, a dog seemed like the best option. besides, you’ve always wanted a dog. gabi loves bella so much, always playing together. laughter and squeals echoing throughout the apartment as bella happily chases gabi. a sight that melts your heart. your perfect little family that you love dearly.
“gabi! let’s go, mija!”
you hear little footsteps running, making you smile. “i’m here!” gabriella runs in with her backpack.
“here’s your lunch.” you hand her monster high lunchbox that matches her backpack.
“gracias, mama! did you put the gummies in there?”
“i did, just remember to eat it after your quesadillas, okay?” you cup her cheek.
“yes, mama.” she nods, smiling brightly.
you smile back before leaning down to kiss her forehead. “bien, let’s put our shoes on.”
“bye, bella! i’ll miss you!” gabi crouches down to hug the dog after putting on her twinkle toes. she started learning to tie her shoes on her own, smart girl.
you kiss bella goodbye before heading out the door with gabi holding your hand. exiting the apartment building, you make it to gabi’s bus stop where other kids are waiting with their parents as well.
“you have a good day, mija. te quiero mucho.” you crouch in front of her, holding her tiny hands in yours.
“te quiero, mamá. bye!” you gave her a final kiss on the forehead before letting her run off to the bus, babbling with her friends as she gets on.
once she finds a seat, she looks at you and happily waves goodbye through the window. you wave back at her with a smile as the bus begins taking off. you briefly greet some of the parents with a gentle smile then head to your car and drive to work.
luckily it was friday, meaning gabriella is staying at your parents for the weekend along with her cousins. they wanted to spend time with all their grandkids. that means you and your siblings get to be kid-free. honestly, it’s a win-win situation. which also means another night of jewelry shopping, just not spending. once the moon is shinning so beautifully in the sky and most of nueva york is asleep, you slip into your iconic black latex suit. a small mask to cover the upper half of your face, exposing your nose and glossy lips. white gloves with fake nails, emphasizing the cat part of your name. a silver wig to conceal your true hair as a cherry on top. with one last glance at yourself in the mirror, you escape through your bedroom windowsill and venture into the night.
the night sky looks beautiful as always. the shimming moonlight illuminating the city. the cold breeze hitting your face as you jump from rooftop to rooftop. the distant beeps and sirens ring in your ears. in your beg, a diamond set worth thousands of dollars was your prized possession tonight. this will cover definitely expenses for months. maybe you finally buy that boujee ass dollhouse gabi has been wanting for weeks. maybe treat yourself a trip to the spa after all the reckless working you’ve been doing.
“give it back, gatita.”
ah shit, you know that heavy ass voice.
it was only a matter of time before he showed up.
turning around, you see that familiar red and dark blue figure. spider-man, the famous hero of nueva york. it was only a year ago when he started his whole charade. a strange man clad in a red and dark blue suit with spider abilities. stopped major catastrophes and saved hundreds of lives. the public praised him for his heroic efforts. the police were first skeptical, considered him a vigilante but later on referred to him as a hero to the city. his impact is so significant to the city, there’s a whole damn national holiday dedicated to him as thank you for his service. on halloween, the streets are filled with kids dressed up as him. spider-man is the town’s savor.
the first time you met him was during a jewelry trip and he caught you. but of course with your stealthy and seductive antics, you were able to escape. you never realized how tall he was until he was standing up close to you. the man is a fucking skyscraper, practically almost 7 feet tall and insanely buff as hell. the man is a pure greek god. but what really caught your attention was that handsome voice. every time you hear him, a shiver goes down your spine. a good shiver, to be exact. he sounds so attractive, you’ve always wondered who is underneath that glowing mask. but something about him feels so… familiar. his presence reminds you of someone, someone you haven’t seen in years. that familiarity has always struck you but you can’t pinpoint it.
ever since your first encounter, he’s been catching you but ultimately fails. you can’t help but secretly love when he shows up. a rush of excitement flows through your veins every time his attractive voice reaches your ears and find him standing there. but what you love the most is teasing the poor spider. oh you adore how fluster he gets when you gently brush a hand against his broad chest, abs, arms. although he’s wearing a mask, you know his face is burning. arch your back a little extra when you accidentally drop something. let out soft noises while stretching, showing off your latex suit. anything to tick him off and it works every time. you just love messing with him. it’s been like this for several months now.
“what took you so long, arañito? thought you died or some shit.” you tease, tilting your head a little with a pout on your lips, pretending to be sad.
“your life would be boring then.” he approaches with hands on his hips. “dame la bolsa.”
“well, someone forgot his manners.” you tease. “how rude… your mother would be disappointed.”
spiderman groans frustratingly, rubbing the temples of his forehead through the mask. “no me jodas, gatita. dame la pinche bolsa or else—”
“or else what? gonna tie me up in your pretty webs?”
“if i have to.”
damn, he might consider it. not to mention how his tone went down a pitch, more seductively. that sends another shiver of anticipation down your spine.
your eyes light up in amusement. “oh… bondage, huh? okay, i’m down for that~” you giggle when he runs a hand over his face, obviously flustered.
“por dios, mujer. just give me the—” he attempts to snatch the small black bag from your hand but you swiftly move out of his way with a twirl.
“lo siento, arañito pero mamí has to feed her kittens so… muchos besitos~”
just as you blow him a kiss and about to make a run for it, a large hand catches your wrist that holds the bag. eliciting a yelp from you when you’re suddenly yanked to his chest. one hand holding firmly against him and the other holding the bag away from you.
“you’re not escaping this time, gatita.”
you try to push him away by the chest but of course it doesn’t do shit since the man is heavy like a fucking tank. “suéltame, cabrón.”
“push and punch all you want, gatita, but you’re not going anywhere this time.” his grip on your waist tightens as you squirm in his hold. an annoyed groan escapes his lips when you continue fighting. “stop fighting, it’s not gonna help you.”
“those diamonds are gonna help me if you give them back.” you continue squirming.
“not happening, i’m sure your kittens will be fine while your ass sits in a jail cell.”
suddenly, panic invades your body like a plague. gabriella comes through your mind. “no! my daughter, you asshole! i need them for my daughter!” now you’re really panicking, punching and kicking him. you can’t go to jail, abandon your child. you can’t leave gabriella alone, live without her mother.
spiderman looks down at you with shock, the eyes of his mask widens. “daughter?… you have a daughter?…” his grip on you loosens. “you’re a mother?…” he sounds so speechless, shocked.
you finally get the chance to escape his hold and angrily push him away by the chest, making him stumble a little. “yes, i am a mother and yes i have a daughter! if you don’t give me the damn bag—”
“why does your daughter need diamonds?”
a frustrated groan escapes your lips. your patience is wearing thin. “goddamnit! i need to sell them for money so i can provide for my daughter, alright?!”
for once, spiderman is speechless. he simply states down at you in complete silence. a shame that he wears a mask so you can’t tell his expression.
“you’ve been struggling?… financial issues?”
“in this shitty ass economy, yes. my job isn’t enough so i have to make a little extra money just to keep up with rent and other expenses.”
he goes silent for a moment, glancing down at the small bag in his hand then back at you. “this is why you’re doing this… to help your family.”
you sigh sadly, shoulders sagging. “ugh yes, alright? i do this shit for her. chingado, why the hell am i telling you about my personal issues?” you turn away, feeling the frustration bubbling up inside you.
why the hell are you explaining your financial issues to spiderman? he’s not your goddamn therapist. the son of a bitch is about to take you to jail. you really think he is gonna understand? highly doubtful. you fucked up real good this time.
another silent pause between you two. only the distant car beeps and sirens keep the air busy.
“just forget it and take me away already—” you’re cut off when you feel you’re hand being raised up and the small black bag is in your grasp. your brows furrowed in confusion as you look up him. “what are—”
“take it before i change my mind.”
your frown deepens. “why the change of heart? you were literally about to throw my ass in jail.”
“i won’t let a child lose their mother.” he sighs quietly, shoulders slightly slouched. “look, i understand why you do this. you’re struggling and out of options, you’re just trying to help your daughter.”
now, you’re the one who’s speechless. suppose he is understanding and that surprises your for some reason. yet nevertheless, you’re grateful.
“well um… thank you… for being understanding.” you say awkwardly, avoiding his gaze.
“i know i’m overstepping here but… is it just you?”
you nod, still not looking. “yeah… just me and her. the father isn’t in the picture.”
god, it feels awkward talking about this. especially with the goddamn hero of the city.
“i’m sorry… he must’ve been an ass.”
“oh um no… he actually doesn’t know.”
“oh…”
awkward silence. yeah, totally should just dip.
“well… what you’re doing is still wrong but i understand that a parent should do anything for their child.” from your peripheral, he takes a step closer.
finally, you look back at him. taken aback by how close he is. “so all i had to do was say i have a daughter and you would’ve let me off the hook?”
spiderman scoffs and shakes his head, definitely rolling his eyes under the mask. “no, i— chingado, leave before i change my mind.”
you can’t resist a giggle. “well, muchas gracias spidey. didn’t think you were the sentimental type but i appreciate it.” you offer a wink before walking away towards the ledge. “adiós, arañito.” you blow a final kiss at him then jump off with a backflip.
your perspective of spiderman changed tonight.
perhaps he isn’t all that bad and annoying.
you and gabriella have a shopping day. you visit one of stores that she likes and buy a few new clothes for her. with the recent money you’ve made from that diamond set, you decided to treat yourself and your daughter a shopping spree. you’re in the middle paying for the clothes when gabriella sees a cute dog walking by, causing her to let go of your hand and run outside the store to chase after the dog.
“gabriella!” you quickly pay the clothes, thank the cashier, grab the bag, and rush out the door.
gabriella is too focused on the dog when she accidentally runs into someone, knocking her off balance until the stranger catches her by the arm.
“whoa- you okay, chiquita?”
the little girl looks up to find a very tall man with brown eyes and hair, dressed in a simple white sweater and gray sweats.
“oh, sorry mister! i didn’t mean to hurt you!”
the man softly chuckles as he crouches to match her eye level. “it’s okay, chiquita. don’t worry about it.” his eyes briefly glance behind her searching a potential parent. “where’s your parents? are you—”
“gabriella!”
both of them turn to see you rushing towards them until you suddenly stop when you recognize the man who your daughter bumped into. suddenly, your whole body is frozen. everything around is a blur and in slow motion. heart dropped to your stomach and panic invades your veins like a virus. the bag of clothes almost slips out of your hand.
“miguel…?”
it can’t be… the boy you loved from college stands before you. the boy you haven’t seen in seven fucking years is standing right there in flesh next to your daughter, the very same daughter you had with him and doesn’t know about.
oh my god…
he looks so… different yet the same. more muscular, no more glasses, older. he’s not that boy from your biology class, he is a full blown man. god, he still looks handsome. even more now, dear lord.
after 7 years, you see miguel for the first time.
miguel, on the other hand, is as speechless as you are. utterly dumbfounded and shocked to see the girl he fell in love with from college standing in front of him. even after seven years, you still look beautiful. you were always beautiful. fuck, you look like a goddamn angel. especially in that pretty sundress you’re wearing. suddenly, his heart beats faster.
you’re… here. you’re actually here… standing in front of him like an angel. this very moment is the one miguel has been dreaming for so long. so damn long that it’s unbelievable. he hasn’t seen you since college, seven fucking years ago. he hasn’t seen your angelic face since, his heart aches at that realization. all this time miguel has been wondering what happened to you. the memory of you blocking him on everything after graduation makes his heart ache immensely, an unsettling feeling in his chest. even after years, he still wonders why you did. your sudden disappearance left a deep hole in his heart, an area that hasn’t been repaired since until this moment.
he softly calls out your name like you did with his, shock and surprise laced in his tone.
“it’s really you…”
god, his voice… that rich, handsome voice-
“mamá.”
both of you snap out of trance and look at gabriella, who is confused by the situation. realization kicks you in the ass that your daughter is awkwardly standing between you and her father, who neither know of each other’s existences.
“i said sorry to the man for bumping into him.” the little girl explains, pouting.
honestly, you don’t care she bumped into him although you appreciate her polite apology. but the fact it’s miguel is what your mind focuses on.
“it’s okay, mija. let’s just go home, okay?”
miguel observes the interaction, slightly confused about the little girl you’re talking to. is she your little sister? but you’re the youngest in your family, your parents stopped after having you. maybe she’s a younger cousin? but none of your cousins live in nueva york. that only confuses him more, causing him to frown a little. who is this little girl? but then his ears catch the ‘mija’ and his eyes widen in shock.
wait… this little girl is your daughter?
you have a daughter?
you’re a mother?
that is what happened these past 7 years? you ghosted his ass after college then turn out to be a mother to a daughter who seems about that old. the girl does appear to be 6 or 7 years old.
wait… that’s…
miguel concentrates on you and your supposed daughter, but mainly on the little girl. brown hair and eyes, sun-kisses skin, oddly familiar nose.
hold on… that is very familiar.
he has those traits.
oh shit… oh no, no, no, no, no.
there is no fucking way it’s possible… but now really looking at the girl, she looks so similar. way too fucking similar to him. holy fuck…
you briefly sneak a glance at miguel and recognize the shock illustrated on his face.
oh no…
fuck, you and gabi need to leave before miguel figured it out. that’s your biggest nightmare.
he can’t know, he can’t know.
you need to leave now.
“let’s go, gabi.” you take her hand in yours, just about to turn and bolt the fuck out of here.
“wait!” miguel calls out.
you don’t even answer back and continue walking with gabriella by your aide, feeling your heart pounding immensely with anxiety.
“mamá, that man is talking—”
“i know but we need to leave.” you try to not lash at your daughter despite the anxiety bubbling inside and consuming every inch of your body.
“espera, por favor!” miguel pleads, walking by your side. “just please—”
you shake your head, too afraid to look back at him while trying to escape. “no, please.”
he calls out your name again, a bit louder, and reaches out a hand to grab your arm.
“don’t touch my mama!” gabriella shouts as she slaps off his hand from your arm, making miguel wince and back off immediately.
you turn around in shock by your daughter’s erratic behavior, stopping in your tracks. “gabi—”
“leave my mama alone!” the little girl yells, standing in front of you to defend you from the man.
those mahogany eyes widen in shock, fear. miguel immediately backs away, hands in the air surrendering. panic flowing through his veins. “i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt your mama.” he panics while the girl stares daggers at him. truthfully, he never meant to hurt you in any way. he would never, ever. he can’t blame your daughter’s frustration.
unfortunately, the mini chaotic scene captured many eyes which only made it worse.
you let out a quiet sigh. “vamos, gabi.” taking her hand in yours, you bolted without bothering to spare a final glance at miguel or give him a chance to speak. you just want to go home and forget.
but ever since then, you’ve been a panicky mess.
miguel found out.
you know it.
that look in his eyes, the way they widen. it was a look of realization and disbelief.
you can’t let him find you and gabriella. fuck, you should’ve known staying in nueva york was a stupid idea knowing miguel still lives there too. honestly, you didn’t think he still did since it’s been a long time. however, it was only a matter of time before you run into him and the truth spills out. panic has been plaguing your body for days, taking a toll on you. extra jumpy, shaky hands, rapid beating heart, constantly checking your surroundings making sure miguel isn’t there. you aren’t afraid of him, no, you believe he’s still the same sweet guy before. strange part of you knows he would never hurt you. you always knew that. you’re just afraid of his reaction.
gabriella has noticed your panicky state. she may only be seven years old, but she is smart. occasionally asks if you’re okay, what’s wrong, why are you acting scared. those questions stung deeply in your heart. panic has consumed you entirely that your own seven year-old daughter notices and is worried about you. oh your sweet baby girl. she loves her mama very much and it melts your heart. but what hurts more is lying to her about it. you explain it was stress about work. truthfully, you are stressed out but for completely different reasons. it’s unsure how long these lies will be satisfying enough for.
now, you’re heading to work. the clicking of your heels hit the concrete as you pass multiple people, adjusting the skirt of your waitress uniform. despite the anxiety coursing through your veins at the thought of miguel finding you, life doesn’t stop. perhaps being at work would takes your mind off it.
until your name is called by a familiar voice.
your body froze the moment you recognize that voice, swiftly turning around to find the very man you have been avoiding and scared to run into. miguel is quickly approaching you and you don’t hesitate to walk away as quickly as possible, panicking a little.
“wait!” he calls out, trying to not knock out passing individuals while catching up to you.
you continue speed-walking, even in those heels as much as they allow you to. adrenaline pumping through your veins, heart beating frantically.
you have to get away. you can’t let him catch up to you, can’t let him get you. you can’t face him.
“espera, por favor!” due to his long legs, miguel is able to catch up to you quickly and gently grabs one of your wrists. “please, don’t walk—”
you turn around with a gasp and yank your wrist from his grasp. “¡suéltame!”
miguel says your name pleadingly and raises his hands cautiously, afraid to touch you again. “just please… i need to talk to you.”
you shake your head, turning around to leave. “no, just please leave me alone.” a gasp escapes your lips as you stumble on one heel then a strong arm wraps around your torso and catches you.
“cuidado, amor.” miguel is right at your side, his arm wrapped securely around your torso and carefully helps you stand properly. standing in front of you with now both hands on your waist. “you okay?”
his touch makes your mind dizzy and ignite your skin. oh you haven’t felt his touch in so fucking long, seven long years and damn you miss it so much. those calloused hands holding you gently, caressing your skin with such gentleness. those strong arms wrapped around you securely, always made you feel safe. even years later, there is no other pair of arms you would rather be in than miguel’s. and god, did he miss having you in his arms. holding you so delicately, right where you belong. like you are meant to be him his arms, even after all these years.
your eyes hesitantly meet his and suddenly you’re lost in trance. both your bodies pressed against each other, miguel’s muscular figure against your smaller one. those hands calloused hands holding your waist as if you’re the most precious thing in his grasp. heavy breaths hitting each other faces well, his hitting your forehead and your against his chest due to the height difference. utterly hypnotized by each other’s eyes, filled with a lovesick glint. memories of college invades both your minds. flashbacks of a younger version of you and miguel secretly in love with each other, standing the same position with smiles plastered on your faces. a nasty wave of nostalgia coursing through you both.
you’re so lost in trance that you don’t realize one of miguel’s hands caressing your cheek. the same way he uses to do when you were, unofficially, together. the ache in your heart at the memory makes you snap out of it and back away from his hold.
“i-i have to go…” you avert your gaze from his, afraid you’ll get lost in them again.
miguel stops you with holding out a cautious hand, a pleading look on his face. “por favor… just please, amor… just for a minute. that’s is all i ask.”
god, he is killing you. that pleading tone never fails to make your knees weak, even years later.
reluctantly, you close your eyes with a slow head shake. “no, miguel… i can’t. i’m sorry, i have to go.” you try walking past him but miguel blocks your path, beginning to feel frustrated.
“not until you talk to me first.” he looks down at you with a serious look and slightly furrowed brows.
now you’re getting a little agitated. “there’s nothing to talk about, miguel. alright?”
miguel watches you try slipping past around him with a frown, following you. “what the hell do you mean there’s nothing to talk about?! i haven’t seen you in seven years and you think there’s nothing to talk about?! estas loca, huh?!”
“just leave me alone, miguel! forget it!”
unfortunately, the heated aggressiveness was drawing eyes from several bystanders.
“forget it?! you think i can just forget never seeing you for seven years and believing you were gone all this time only to find out you’re still here?!
“UGH! just stop it!” you continue walking away, frustration boiling in your veins.
“just tell me!”
you whirl around with bloodshot eyes. “STOP IT!”
a sudden explosion erupts from a bank a few blocks away. a sudden puff of smoke explodes into the air, breaking the glass windows sending shattered pieces flying, then followed by bursting flames. the ground shook underneath, causing you to fall with a scream. arms covering your head from the shattered glass. smoke fills your lungs and eyes immediately, coughing it out as you slowly look up to see what’s going but a sharp pain in your right ankle makes you whimper. looking down at your injured ankle, there is a small shard of glass inside. small trails of blood slowly flow down, decorating your ankle in red. while whimpering in pain, you suddenly feel a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.
“are you okay?!” miguel panics, eyes widen with pure fear as they trace over your figure searching for any injuries. hands gripping onto you tightly as if he’s terrified to let you go. he spots your injured ankle and the small streaks of blood trailing down. “fuck!”
fuck, you’re hurt. shit, shit, shit. he needs to get you to the hospital quick. he only just found you after so long, no fucking way he’s losing you now.
miguel doesn’t hesitate to carefully pick you up in his arms and carry you in bridal style. the painful whimpers you let out make his heart ache immensely, like multiple stabs. he almost fucking cries. fuck, he can feel the tears stinging in his eyes.
“i know, i know, lo siento…” he presses soft kisses against your forehead as miguel quickly rushes to the nearest hospital with all of his fucking might, thanks to his spider abilities. “lo siento, lo siento, mi alma…”
soon, he manages to find the nearest hospital. the doctors and nurses were a bit anxious to a very panicky, frustrated man built like a god carrying an injured you in his arms and barking at them to help you. if you were not in pain, you would’ve told miguel to calm down. he’s always been a dramatic man, overprotective of you. even years later without seeing each other, he still strongly cares for you. it warms your fragile heart. luckily, one nurse offered and quickly lead you both to the nearest room. a close call for security was made after miguel heavily refused to leave the room after the doctor and nurses told him so they could help you without distractions. he couldn’t leave you. he even threatened to punch the poor doctor, who is only trying to do his job, before he was given a final warning by one nurse. very reluctantly, miguel finally leaves the room by slamming the door on his way out. but not before giving you one last glance making sure you were fine.
while you were getting patched up, miguel paces back and forth outside in the hall. one hand resting on his hip and the other running down his face in frustration. heart pounding in his chest, anxiety flowing through his veins. never has he been so scared in his life. seeing you all scared, in pain, tears in those gorgeous eyes he loves, it fucking killed him. all miguel can think about is you and how badly he wants to rush inside to know if you’re okay. no, he needs to know how you’re doing but the doctor hasn’t come out to say anything yet. the longer he waits, the more worried he gets. normally, miguel is a patient man. but when it comes to you, that shit flies out the window. okay, terrible pun but point still stands. all miguel cares about is you. never has he stopped, even after seven years, he still does.
he will always care for you.
after several more minutes, the doctor comes out and informs miguel that you’ll be okay. a huge wave of relief courses through his entire body. he profoundly thanks the doctor and nurses for their assistance then quickly heads inside, desperate to see you. the relief truly hits when he sees you laying on the hospital bed, back rested against the pillows as support and ankle wrapped with a bandage.
“hi.” you whisper with a soft smile, the same one that always melts his heart.
the first time he sees that smile in seven years.
a smile miguel never forget.
“hey,” he mirrors your smile as he takes a seat in the chair next to the bed. “how are you feeling?” a bit of concern laced in his tone.
“i’m fine, it didn’t tear anything major and only needed a few stitches. should heal in a few days.”
he slowly nods, understanding. “that’s great.” those mahogany eyes land on your hand resting at your side. the urge to reach out and hold your hand consumes him but miguel isn’t sure if you’d like that. so, reluctantly, he decides against it.
a small silence fell between you two before you spoke again. “the doctor and nurses were a little nervous. i mean, being pressured by a man built like a damn god wasn’t exactly helpful. especially almost calling security.” you softly chuckle.
he scoffs with an eye roll. “you were bleeding, i wasn’t gonna leave you alone in here.”
“i wasn’t bleeding to death, miguel. it was only a little, nothing serious.”
“ni modo,” he shakes his head, not pleased with you brushing it off easily. “i’m not gonna lose you again.”
a huge silence falls in between you two. the tension that has been lingering since the day you reunited weighs heavily, like an anchor suddenly dropping. the silence was painful and the tension was dreadful. a conversation both you and miguel have been afraid of to discuss. the moment you’ve been dreading since you reunited with him. anxiety invades both your bodies. sitting there fiddling with your hands in your lap, miguel looking down at his own with an anxious expression illustrated on his face. it was only a matter of time until you had to tell him the truth, to tell him he’s s a father. you’ve never been so afraid, more than giving birth to gabriella all those years ago, more than finding out you were pregnant. confronting the truth is the scariest thing ever.
miguel looks up at you and notices your anxious expression. the way you fiddle with your hands, a habit you’ve had since you were a kid. he knew because you told him once during a tutoring session after he noticed it. he knew you, even seven years later. he always noticed everything about you. especially the anxious look on your angelic face. miguel has never seen you so nervous and it worries him. the strong urge to comfort you consumes him.
very slowly, he reaches out a hand for yours as he leans a bit closer towards you. “mi alma, i—”
“¡mamá!”
the sudden burst of the door opening makes miguel quickly pull back as he watches your daughter rush into the room and immediately hugs you.
“mama! are you okay?!” gabi cries, hugging you tightly. “i was so scared!”
you embrace her tightly, softly shushing her. “i’m okay, mi amor. i’m okay, i’m sorry for scaring you.” a hint of guilt squeezes your heart.
you feel her shake her head. “it’s okay, i know you didn’t mean it, mama. i was just scared you got hurt.”
oh your sweet baby. heart heavily swelled with love. “i was scared too but i’m okay.” you slowly pulling back away but keep gabi close, gently holding her arms. “it was just a little scratch from glass, nothing bad.” you gingerly wipe her tiny tears.
gabi nods before noticing the man sitting beside you, realizing it’s the same mean man who was bothering you the other day. the smile on her face dies and is replaced with a frown. “why is the mean man here?”
miguel’s eyes widen in concern at the little girl staring daggers at him. he was too in awe at the cute moment between you and your daughter to realize that she’s still mad at him for the way he mistreated you a few days ago. how protective she was of you and yelled at him in front of people. he can’t blame her though. she just wants to protect her mother and that is admirable for a seven year old.
“he saved me, mija.” you reassure her, causing both gabriella and miguel to turn to you with wide eyes which makes you giggle but squeezes your heart. the same expression, like twins. “he saved me from the accident and got me to the hospital super fast.”
gabriella’s expression is a mixture of surprise and confusion, like she couldn’t actually believe the same mean man saved you. “really…?”
you softly laugh at her expression, nodding. “yes mija, he saved me and i’m very thankful for him for helping me.” you spare a brief glance at miguel, who continues staring at you with wide eyes before his expression softens and offers a small smile.
the same damn smile that made your heart flutter.
gabi slowly turn her gaze from you to miguel. not giving him a death stare anymore but a little smile instead. “thank you, mister… for saving my mama.”
his broad shoulders deflated in relief. she isn’t mad at him anymore. “of course, chiquita. i know how much your mama means to you.” miguel softly smiles.
for the first time, gabi genuinely smiles at him and, oddly enough, that warms his heart immensely. yours too because that’s when you realized.
this is the first time they smile at each other.
a sight you never thought you would live to see. another painful squeeze to your heart.
before any of you could say anything else, your parents come rushing in with a million times worse worried expressions on their faces.
“mija! ay dios mio, we were so worried! when we got the call and the doctor told us everything, we—”
your mother stops as she and your father stop dead in their tracks the moment they see miguel sitting beside you. the very same miguel who was the sweet boy from your bio class that tutored you, visited during weekends, treated him like family. the same miguel who got you pregnant and left you alone to deal with raising a baby, even though was your fault for never telling him. he never knew and they never blamed him but he got you pregnant nevertheless.
your parents arrival and your dad’s extremely pissed off expression causes miguel to swiftly stand on his feet, making the chair screech against the floor. he addresses them with respect, hands behind his back. “it’s great to see you again—”
“¿por qué este güey esta aquí?” your father asks curtly, glaring at miguel.
“papá—” you warn him.
“mi amor, ya.” your mother calms her husband down, gently patting his shoulder. “gabi esta aquí.” she whispers in a warning tone.
your father, reluctantly, backs offs because he knows your mom is right. the last thing any of you want is to create drama in front of gabriella.
your parents look back at you.
“pobrecita, mi niña.” your mother coos, gently cupping your face and gives your forehead a kiss. “the doctor told us everything and you were going to be fine pero you’re sure you’re okay?”
“sí, mamá, i’m fine. i’ll heal soon.”
“gracias a dios.” your parents said in unison.
“we should thank him, too!” gabriella chirps in, pointing at miguel with a bright smile. “he saved mama and got her to the hospital!”
your parents turn and look at miguel in surprise. he just as surprised as they are but because your daughter gave him credit for helping you. your parents share a glance then look at miguel.
“you did?” your dad questions.
“sí, señor.” miguel said politely, nodding. “i brought her here as fast as possible.”
his answer seemed to satisfy them both. mainly because they know much of a good man he is and how much he deeply cares for you, even still to this day, that miguel will do anything for you.
“gracias, mijo,” your mom offers an appreciative smile. “for helping our daughter, we’re grateful.”
“siempre, señora.” miguel smiles in return. “anything for her.” he means it with all his heart.
they know it, so do you.
the ongoing screams from outside reminds him that the perpetrator is still on the loose. the city needs their spider vigilante. now that you’re safe, miguel can go fulfill his heroic duties.
“i’ll uh… leave you be.” miguel clears his throat as he makes his way towards the door.
“miguel.”
your soft voice makes him stop by the door, looking back at you. eager to what you have to say.
“thank you.” you say softly.
it makes his heart flutter. miguel offers a small nod, eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer before finally walking out of the room, leaving you be with your family. he exits the hospital and finds a hidden alleyway. with a few taps on his gizmo, his spider suit replaces his normal clothes and miguel swings away to save nueva york from another threat.
after a while, your ankle healed completely and you’re already back on black cat duties. effortless cartwheels and flips over rooftops in the night. it feels amazing to be back in latex and shifting through the beautiful night after being cooped up in your apartment barely doing anything. one of your neighbors, a nice elderly lady, offered to take gabriella to her bus stop since you couldn’t walk with a damaged ankle and you thanked her tremendously. your boss was kind enough to give you recovery time and it wouldn’t affect your pay. you hadn’t seen miguel much since the hospital. he didn’t have any way of contacting you anyways, no address given or no phone number. but you knew in your heart he was looking for you, thinking of you, and wanted to know if you were okay. you hoped to run into him soon.
another gig at a different jewelry store. this one has more diamonds accessories which means more money. while jumping from rooftop to rooftop, faint grunts and shouts reached your ears which makes you stop in your tracks. following the sound, you find a secluded alleyway where a huge fight takes place. appears to a gang of criminals, six guys against one individual clad in familiar hues of red and dark blue.
spiderman.
he seems to be whooping their asses. let’s be real, nobody has a fucking chance with a guy who is freakishly tall and insanely buff like a fucking god. even if it’s a whole damn army, their asses will be on the ground before any could get the chance to take a swing at him. there is even rumors that spiderman has bitten some of his enemies. now that sounds fucking insane. what the fuck is he? a damn vampire? you had to very hard time believing that when you first heard of it by a fellow colleague at the diner. at first, you were hesitant to run into him again during your nightly runs in fear of getting bit by the weirdo. but your curiosity got the better of you. one night when you ran into him, you asked him about the biting rumors and spiderman frustratingly denied it, which furthered your curiosity and teased him about it. now you wonder if you’d get to witness that.
but instead panic invades your veins as you notice one gang member whips out a pistol aimed at miguel’s back, who is currently too occupied beating up three other members. he’s gonna get shot. suddenly, you body goes into autopilot. without hesitation, you swiftly jump down and land right behind the bastard then knocked him out by kicking the back of his head, causing him to lose aim and fire the bullet off to the side instead. the gunshot startles spiderman and he swiftly turns around in concern only to find you standing there with the asshole on the floor. the eyes of his mask widen in disbelief.
“what the hell are you doing here?!”
“saving your ass from getting shot at.” you kick the gun away. “you’re welcome.”
“you need to get out of here now!” spiderman warns, shooting out webs to take down two approaching guys without looking away from you.
you were about to argue back when another guy comes running towards you both and you kicked him in the face knocking him out. there wasn’t any time to argue with a group of dudes attacking you so you teamed up together. miguel knocking them out with his webs, throwing punches here and there. you whooping their asses, kicking and punching while doing flawless flips and tricks. it’s actually quite fun fighting alongside the infamous spiderman. for once not fighting him but with him. watching the masked hero in action, it’s attractive as fuck. maybe you should interfere with his fights more often.
one idiot was pissing miguel off more than usual. the fight was getting aggravating and he was losing patience. aggressively grabbing the guy’s face with one hand and yanking him towards his face, miguel’s mask disintegrates and opens his mouth revealing those pearly sharp fangs. watching the guy’s eyes widen in pure terror before biting into his neck, causing the bastard to yelp in pain. the sound makes you turn around after knocking out the rest of the gang and your eyes widen in shock at the sight in front of you. spiderman is… biting the guy? what the actual fuck? the hero’s face is concealed since it’s buried in the guy’s neck, whose body squirm’s underneath him. you can’t believe what you’re seeing… what the actual fuck is spiderman doing?
once the venom is injected into the idiot’s veins and he feels his body weakened underneath, miguel lets him go causing the body to collapse on the ground without a care. glaring down at the paralyzed bastard, chest heaving and veins flowing with adrenaline. he wipes the blood off his lips with the back of his gloved hand then turns to you, not realizing you were watching the entire time.
your heart fucking drops.
drops into your fucking stomach. entire body completely frozen. blood gone too damn cold.
no fucking way… it can’t be true.
spiderman, the same man who saves and protects the lives of nueva york. the same man who everyone adores and praises for his heroic deeds. the same man who always caught your ass during a jewelry run. the same man who you’ve been teasing and sorta been developing some strange feelings for. the same man who is the boy you loved since college.
the same man who is your damn baby daddy.
miguel is fucking spiderman?!
the masked vigilante who has been chasing after you these past several months is the man you’ve never stopped loving and the father of your child?!
this whole fucking time it was him?!
“miguel?…” you whisper, standing there in pure disbelief. like you refused to believe it’s him.
his whole body freezes and fears settles in his bones when you said his name, his real name. those mahogany eyes widen in shock. “¿qué dijiste?”
“oh my god… it’s you…” you tremble, chest beginning to heave before the fire bursted into flames. “it was YOU! IT WAS YOU THIS WHOLE FUCKING TIME!”
miguel winces confusingly at your sudden burst of anger and accusations. “what the hell do you mean it was me? who the hell you even—”
you swiftly yank off your small mask, revealing your true identity and miguel fucking crumbles.
it’s… you?! you are the infamous black cat?! the same woman who’s been stealing jewelry. the same woman who’s been a pain his ass for months. the same woman who’s been driving him fucking crazy. black cat is the same woman he’s been in love with since collage and disappeared from his life for seven fucking years. the same woman who he’s been desperately searching for and found her after all these years yet only to find out she’s the fucking jewelry thief dressed in black latex this whole time.
the woman he never stopped loving is black cat.
miguel softly calls out your name, as if confirming himself that it’s actually you. “it’s you… you’re the fucking black cat?!” now it’s his burst of anger being unleashed. “it’s been you after these months?!”
“don’t fucking yell at me!” you point at him. “you don’t fucking get to give me shit when you’ve been fucking SPIDERMAN THIS WHOLE TIME!” you shouting echos throughout the alleyway.
“you think i was just gonna give away my fucking identity?! no!” he argues and takes a few steps closer. a huge frown settled on his face, pissed off as much as you are. “so you don’t give me shit for not telling you when i didn’t know it was you!”
“BABOSO! (asshole)” your boiling anger causes you to kick miguel in the chest before he can closer to you, making him stumble a bit with a groan.
with a frustrated groan, you turn away from him. running both hands down your heated face. miguel closes his eyes for a moment to calm down, pinching the bridge of nose and taking a heavy breath.
“it all makes sense now…” you whisper, slowly shaking your head. miguel looks back at you with furrowed brows but remains silent to let you speak. “no fucking wonder you felt so familiar. i thought i going crazy, that no fucking way it was you. it couldn’t be you…” you turn around to face him again but with a tender look that warms his heart.
“i felt it too…” miguel breaths out heavily, head hanging low and hands on his hips.
“what?” you’re surprised.
“the familiarity.” he confessed, looking back at you. “I felt it too. i thought…” he heavily sighs, running a hand through his hair. “i thought the same, thinking it was impossible for it to be you but… it’s true.”
silence falls in between you two. tension, feelings, unanswered questions lingering in the heavy air. a moment to sallow and digest the hard truth.
glancing back at miguel, you take a really good look at him. specifically at his face. those two piercing crimson orbs. with your past encounters with him, you heavenly really paid attention to his eyes and the fact they are red, not the brown ones you adored so much. those chestnut eyes that you’d stare at for hours, mesmerized by how beautiful they were. but now they were replaced a fierce shade of red. vehement, ominous, intimidating. but it doesn’t strip them of their beauty. it’s a vibrant kind of red, like a red gem. dazzling in the back of dark cave. like the pretty gems the seven dwarfs mine for in snow white, one of gabriella’s favorite films. his eyes, no matter the color, are nevertheless breathtaking. below are those sharp fangs that you just witnessed moments ago. pearly white, shape canines that possess some type of poison or something to knock someone out.
“what happened?”
as if he read your mind, miguel knew what you were referring to, making him sigh heavily. “alchemax. after my internship, i got a position there. deal with genetic machinery.” he turns away, concealing the shame. “there was an accident… some bastard screwed me over and… caused this.” he gestures at his eyes, fangs, and talons. “half-spider DNA.”
your eyes slightly widen at the reveal. half spider DNA? insane. “the spiderman name is no joke.”
miguel shakes his head, biting back a smile at your joke. still manage to crack jokes in serious matters, you never changed. a part he loved about you.
still loves.
looking back at you, miguel takes in your appearance and remembers why you do this. “how long have you been doing this?” he gestures at your latex suit.
“a few years. waitressing doesn’t really pay the bills much so i went against my morals. i know what i’m doing is wrong but it’s worth it for my daughter.”
miguel’s expression softens when you mention your daughter, remembering the little girl. the one who yelled at him in public for bothering you. the one who ran into the hospital room worried about her mother. the one who smiled at him for saving her mother. a sweet little girl you have. but then he remembers how similar she looked to him, like him. the features and traits he carried, she did too. when he pinned the points together, miguel wanted to crumble. not only he’s been dying to talk to you to know how and where the hell you’ve been the last seven years but also to ask about your daughter. a question that’s been infiltrating his mind since the day he saw you.
“your daughter…” miguel hesitates for a moment, preparing himself for possibly the hardest truth he has ever faced. “is she…?”
you close your eyes. the moment you’ve been dreading for, it has finally come.
“yes.”
his heart shatters. he brings up a hand to conceal the painful expression on his face. if he didn’t had enhanced strength, miguel would’ve collapsed.
he is a father. to a bright little girl.
tears swell up in his eyes. it’s earthshaking, unbelievable. these past seven years, he had a daughter. a daughter he shares with you, the love of his life, the girl he fell in love with from college. thinking back on college, miguel remembers you disappearing from his life after graduation. blocked him on everything, unable to reach you.
now it made sense.
but there’s one question bothering him.
“why didn’t you tell me?” he whispers, bringing down his hand from his face but refuses to look you. as if he’s scared to, scared to face the truth.
tears prickle in your eyes. the emotions that have been buried inside for so many years finally start boiling up. the dam breaks, the volcano erupts.
“because i didn’t want to hurt you.”
miguel looks back with shocked eyes, in pure disbelief. “what?”
hurt him? how could you possibly hurt him? he is the one who did the hurting, leaving you alone to carry and raise a baby. but a baby he never knew of.
the tears couldn’t hold back, now trailing down your face. “the week before graduation, i found out i was pregnant. i-i was so s-scared. angry at myself for being so fucking careless but we both were.”
yes, you both were stupid careless barely young adults. miguel should’ve known better, that his pull out game was terrible and should’ve stacked up on condoms more often. god, he wants to smack himself. such an irresponsible fucking idiot.
“i was so scared, miguel, i-i didn’t know how to tell you.” you sob, unable to control the tears any longer and honestly you don’t care. “then, i remembered you told me about your internship at alchemax a few weeks before and how excited you were. you looked so happy, miguel…” you offered a teary smile that shattered his heart into a million pieces. “i knew how much that meant for you and i was so happy for you. you had your life planned and i couldn’t ruin that. i couldn’t, miguel… i couldn’t hurt you. i couldn’t ruin your life with an unexpected pregnancy. it felt wrong, i loved you too much to hurt you.”
the truth finally revealed after seven years.
miguel’s heart crumbles into more pieces. he can’t believe it. physically, mentally, emotionally, all of the above. this heartbreaking revelation completely destroys him. you kept the most life-changing, earth-shattering secret because you didn’t want to hurt him? ruin his life? his heart aches terribly with immense guilt. he feels like the biggest fucking asshole. you went through so much painful emotions and inner turmoil while he was what? celebrating about his internship and graduation. what a fucking asshole. it breaks his already broken heart.
“that’s why i left you. blocked you on everything right after graduation. i left the stadium crying because i couldn’t face you. i couldn’t tell you so i left… it’s my fault.” you confess through teary eyes. “it’s my fault you never knew, not yours. please don’t blame yourself, you never knew. you shouldn’t feel bad for not knowing, not being there because it’s my fault. and no matter how many fucking times i wanted to call you, reach out to you to tell, i was too scared. scared that you’d be mad, that you didn’t want to be a part of it.” you wipe some tears off your face, not caring if it ruined your makeup and look like a melted candle. “i’m so sorry, miguel… for hurting you, keeping this from you, keeping her from you.”
now miguel is crying too, silently.
“i’m so, so sorry!” you completely break down, burying your teary face into your palms. the guilt caught up to you, consuming you entirely.
miguel swiftly charms in and takes you in his arms before you could collapse, holding you tight against his chest. one arm wrapped tightly around you and his other hand cupping the back of your head. each sob breaks a piece of his heart, causing him to tighten his hold on you as you continue sobbing into his chest. miguel has always hated seeing you cry, but this one hurts more, too painful. even though you said it’s your fault, miguel still believes it’s his too. it takes two to make a baby, he is the reason why you never told him. he is responsible too.
“i forgive you.”
you pull back a little to look up at him confusingly. “w-what? but i lied to you, hurt you for keeping—”
“i forgive you,” he states softly, bringing his hands up to gently cup your face. “because i love you.”
your eyes widen in shock. “w-what?”
“i love you. i’ve loved you since the moment i met you in biology.” the pad of his thumbs gently wipe your tears. “the day i became your tutor was the best day of my life because i met the most beautiful girl ever.” a heavy sigh escapes his lips. “i was stupid to not tell you, it was the biggest mistake in my life and i hated myself for it. because of that and our stupid mistakes, i lost you...” the thought makes his heart ache. “when you started avoiding me, i was worried and thought i did something wrong and tried reaching out to you but you never did. then, i never saw you again after graduation. i looked for you everywhere, called you, text you but then when i realized you blocked me completely… i broke.” he swallows those emotions building in his throat. “i… i cried… because i lost the love of my life.”
his confession makes your heart swell with intense love and a thousands other emotions. unbelievable and overwhelming but in a positive way.
“i tried looking for you everywhere, tried reaching out to your friends and family but they never answered. all i could think about was wondering what happened to you, why you disappeared, why you never told me anything.” those crimson orbs bore into your soul. “i never stopped looking for you.”
your breath hitches, staring up at him with wide eyes. all this time, he’s been looking for you?
“i never stopped thinking about you, wondering where you were, if you were okay. i never stopped.” miguel confesses. “then when i saw you that day with… your daughter… i couldn’t fucking believe it. after seven fucking years of wondering and searching, i found you. i actually found you…” he lets out a heartily chuckle. “beautiful since the day i met you, even more now.” his compliment makes your cheeks warm, something he always manages to do. “but then seeing you with her…” you know he’s referring to gabriella, your guys’ daughter. “seeing you as a mom wasn’t what i expected. i couldn’t believe it but then when i noticed how familiar she looked, i thought i was going insane.”
the shocking realization on miguel’s face from that day flashes through your mind. you knew he put the pieces together and figured it out at that moment.
“i’m sorry for avoiding you,” you softly inject, looking up at him with glossy eyes. “i-i was scared, of your reaction, what you’d say, if you were mad. i freaked out and couldn’t bare to face you.”
miguel shakes his head. “i wasn’t mad, never. i just was… shocked.” his eyes shift down for a moment while his hands caresses your face. “shocked that i had a daughter…” then, his gaze returns to yours. “she has my nose, the first thing i noticed.”
that elicits a soft chuckle from you. “yeah, i noticed too when she was born. she’s your mini you.”
a soft moment bonding over your daughter.
“i never stopped loving you, miguel.” you quietly confess, placing your hands on top of his. “even years later, i never stopped either. every time i look at gabi, i see you.” your lashes flutter and heart soars. “she’s so smart and passionate like you. sometimes i wonder if she even got anything from me since she’s so much like you in so many ways.” a soft chuckle slips past your lips. “she is you in every way.”
his heart soars too, with such love. this furthers his desire to get to know his daughter and build a possible relationship. most importantly to win you back, to be in your life again if you want to. to be part of yours and gabriella’s life. to be a family. something miguel never thought he could have.
“now… i know this is a lot for you. i mean, come on, you just found out you have a kid after years without knowing. so i want you to know that i don’t expect anything from you at all.” you assured him. “i don’t wanna pressure you into this. it’s your decide if you want to be part of her life. i know i took away those first seven years from you and i’m sorry. but… you have the choice if you want be there or not.”
“mi alma, of course i want to be there for her.” miguel doesn’t hesitate to answer. this news doesn’t stop his world from spinning. an opportunity to not miss. “but i want to be there for you… if you let me.”
his words caught you off guard.
“you… want me?”
“sí, mi vida.” miguel leans a bit closer, a loving smile tugging on his plump lips. “i’ve always wanted you, to be with you. officially, this time.”
your heart swells with intense love, a bit overwhelming but in a good way. he truly wants to be with you, part of your life, as well gabriella’s? it’ll be a new change but you gladly accept it, especially if it means for your daughter to have both loving parents.
“i’ve always wanted to be with you too.” you confess softly with a light smile and fluttering lashes.
miguel’s heart is swoon, swollen with adoration. words he has been dreaming of for years. he’s not gonna lose this opportunity. he’s not gonna lose you again. there will be many changes to come but miguel is willing to do that for you, and his daughter.
when you told gabriella the truth, it took her some time to process it. even for a seven year old, learning a difficult truth can be hard to understand. all her life she has only known her mother and never learned much of her father. in the beginning, you simply explained that her dad went away. although it was not entirely a lie, you had to explain to your daughter why she didn’t have a dad like other kids. but now with the truth, it was a little challenging. gabriella wasn’t convinced at first. mainly due to the fact that her father is the same guy who was bothering you at the store and also saved you from the accident. she was honestly shocked. interrogated both you and miguel, mainly him. never had he felt nervous because of a kid. you both were an anxious mess when you all gathered in your living room, you seated next to gabi and miguel across. despite wanting to be together again, to give it another shot, you had to make sure gabriella was comfort with it all. comfortable with knowing her father, welcoming him into her life, and being a part of it. prior to the conversation, you thought to yourself: would gabi be okay with this? okay with miguel being in her life? okay with him and you together? despite how happy you and miguel were about the possibility of a future together, you still wanted to make sure she was truly comfortable with it. you didn’t want to push the idea on her or make her feel uncomfortable. like every parent, the child must come first.
but over time, gabriella accepted it and welcomed miguel into both your lives. in fact, she was elastic to finally have a dad in her life. the moment she jumped into his arms, miguel’s heart swelled with immense love and happiness. forever grateful for her acceptance and to finally be her dad. tears swelled up in your eyes when you witnessed that heartwarming moment and joined in the hug after gabi begged you to. it was the beginning of a new chapter for your family, welcoming a new member. one of the happiest days of your life. a day you dreamed of but never thought it would happen. as time passes, new adjustments were made. miguel being part of your life now is so… different but amazing. he really stepped up into the role of a father. offering to take and pick up gabi from school. show up to her soccer games, proudly wearing a jersey with her number on it and being the loudest parent in the crowd cheering her on. participating in family outings like going to playgrounds, movies, the beach, cool restaurants, and amusement parks. attend any school events, volunteer as a chaperone for field trips. the man is really putting the effort and you can’t be any more grateful for it.
currently, you’re doing your nightly routine. freshly washed, skin lathered in lotion, dressed in a mini lilac satin nightgown, your playlist softly playing from your phone, candles glowing softly in the dark. a perfect evening for selfcare. gabriella is staying at your parents for the weekend, meaning you have the apartment to yourself for the next two days. a chance to relax and enjoy being child-free. while fixing up your hair (in whatever way you usually do depending on your style/texture before going to bed), you hear a light thud coming from your room which makes your head snap in that direction. sudden anxiety does through your veins. what the fuck was that? black cat mode turns on. grabbing the blow dryer since it was heaviest object accessible, you quietly exit the bathroom and steadily move towards your room. hiding behind the wall, right next to the doorframe, you turn a little to catch a sneak peek of the intruder. your eyes widen in shock. that sneaky son of a bitch dressed in red and dark blue climbs through your window, which you idiotically forgot to lock. a huge wave of relief courses through you as you lower the blow dryer in your hands and come out from hiding approaching him.
“what the fuck, miguel?”
you notice those crimson orbs briefly scan your figure, trailing over the silky nightgown. lingering a little too long on, what you suspect, your cleveage. the top of the nightgown is quite low, giving him a nice glimpse. typical but it doesn’t offend you, rather makes you smirk a little. a simple nightgown can make him his mind go haywire and you love it.
his eyes finally meet yours then the blow dryer in your hand. “you chose that to defend yourself?” he deadpans, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“shut up,” you scowl, rolling your eyes. “it was the heaviest thing i could grab.” you place the hair dryer on your vanity. “why the hell did you climb through my window? i thought you were an intruder.”
“why didn’t you lock your window?”
“no me jodas, miguel.” you cross your arms, matching his stance. “contéstame.”
your feistiness is one thing he loves about you.
“i wanted to see if you were okay.”
your heart flutters. “well, i’m fine despite the fact you almost gave me a damn heart attack.”
“dramática,” that earns him a glare, causing him to chuckle a little. “i’m sorry, i was out on patrol so i couldn’t be seen by your neighbors.”
you roll your eyes but you understand. “just give me a heads up or something next time.”
he nods. “and gabi?”
“with my parents, remember? for the weekend.”
“ah, sí…”
small silence falls in between you. only the gentle tunes of your music playing from your phone lingers in the background and distant beeps of cars flying outside. although, it wasn’t awkward silence but there is some tension. you and miguel have been alone together numerous of times before, but strangely enough this time feels different. you notice it when miguel starts averting his eyes from yours, looking down or around your room. the clenching of his jaw, tensed shoulders, sight frown on his face. he’s thinking, conflicted with something.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, slowly stepping closer.
“nada… i just…” he paused before sighing. “lo siento, mi alma for disbursing your night. ya me voy.” he turns to leave but you quickly yet gently grab his wrist, stopping him and looking back at you.
“don’t leave… please.” your soft plead almost makes miguel crumble to his knees. “what’s wrong? i know you’re thinking, you can tell me.”
those thick brows furrowed, crimson eyes glancing at the ground instead of your own. a glint of hesitation in them. he sighs before finally speaking.
“do you want this?”
now your brows furrowed. “do i want what?”
“this,” his eyes finally meet yours. “me being part of your life, gabi’s life. are you really okay with this?”
your expression softens a bit but the confusion remains. “of course i’m okay with this. i’m happy you’re part of this family, miguel. are you not…?”
you can’t help the doubt clouding your mind, afraid that he is having second thoughts about this because the truth is miguel being a part of it all has been amazing. in fact, your life has been better since miguel became more involved. not only for you but for gabriella as well. it feels like a true happy family and you didn’t want that to end.
his eyes widen worryingly, internally panicking. “no, no, no, mi alma. of course i’m happy, the happiest i’ve ever been in my life.” his large hands gently rest on your upper arms, holding you close. “it’s just… i know we’ve been doing this for gabi pero…” a small pause to release a sigh. “i wasn’t sure if you wanted to be with me again, if you were okay with me.”
your expression softens even more, replaced with a sympathetic one. insecurity gets the best of us, you understand where he’s coming from. “i meant what i said back in the alleyway that night. i’ve always wanted you, miguel. i’ve always loved you since that day you became my tutor for bio.” you smile at the memory. “so yes, i do want to be with you and i do want this.” you lean closer. “i want you.”
that confession and tender glint in those pretty eyes were all he needed to give in. his hands very slowly rise to gently cup your cheeks as miguel bends down to reach your face, not giving a shit about the potential back pain. those scarlet orbs boring into your pretty ones, overflowing with immense adoration. the close proximity makes your lashes flutter and both your hearts racing.
“¿puedo?” he whispers against your lips.
you roll your eyes, grinning. he’s still respectful even when you desperately want him to kiss you and devour your lips after what feels like an eternity because goddamnit you miss those plump ass lips.
“ya bésame, miguel.”
your inpatient attitude makes him grin before leaning forward to finally capture your lips with his after a fucking lifetime. the moment you both have been waiting for, dreaming of for years. like fireworks exploding in both your bodies. the longing, the desperation all expressed in the kiss. two souls finally reconnected after what felt like an eternity. goddamnit did he miss those soft lips, the same ones that haunted his dreams for seven years. too damn long and he ain’t gonna waste it, leading miguel to apply more pressure into the kiss which earns him a heavenly moan that almost makes his core throb. the kiss advanced more heated and desperate, savoring the taste of each other. a full blown makeout session. soft moans and groans lingering in the air, hands roam over each other’s bodies. your hands gripping his thick neck, one hand gripping his brown locks which elicits a groan from him. softly gasping when miguel’s large hands squeeze and grope your curves over the silkiness of your nightgown a little possessively, leaving you hot and bothered.
while messily making out, miguel hoists you in his arms and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he walks towards the bed. your lips never detached as he carefully placed you down on the plush mattress, your back against the silky sheets and him settled in between your legs. fingers digging and gripping those soft brown curls, hands roaming over those muscular shoulders and thick neck, sending shivers of pleasure down miguel’s spine. those same damn muscles you missed touching, the rippling sensation underneath your fingertips, digging your nails into them. miguel has always worked out since those college days, had muscle since but definitely gained more these past seven years and you can feel how muscular he’s gotten. maybe that half-spider DNA thing had some influence, enhanced his muscles and build. but besides that, you just miss touching them. thankfully you recently got your nails done, a fresh set ready to mark your canvas. you’re even more eager to do so because you know digging your nails into his back drives miguel crazy, to hear those heavenly groans.
a soft gasp escapes your lips as you feel one of miguel’s gloved hands slowly slip the hem of your nightgown up your thigh, his fingertips reaching your inner thighs. a move you’re familiar with and always made you tremble, still remember even years later. god you miss him touching you. those calloused hands roaming and groping your curves, every inch of you, melting under his additive touch. miguel moved away from your mouth but eases your concerns as he travels down, leaving a trail of kisses from your jawline to your neck. soft moans fall from your lips at the addictive sensation, mind becoming putty. one hand rested in his hair and the other gripping onto his shoulder, feeling the holographic particles of his suit under your fingertips. his hands continue roaming your body as miguel leaves wet kisses on your neck, intending on marking you.
“missed this,” he mumbles in between kisses and licks, drunk on your skin. “missed you, bebita.”
that old nickname from college, the one you adored, makes your heart flutter, responding with a soft whimper and a tug on his hair. “miguel~”
“seven fucking years…” a gasp escapes your lips when you feel his fangs gently prickling your skin. “you have any idea what that did to me?” his voice drops an octave, seductive. “the love of my life taken from me for seven years? drove me insane, bebita.”
another soft whimper falls from your lips when his fangs gently nipping your skin then leaves kisses over the sensitive area, making you arch your back. so utterly desperate to feel more of him. also, him calling you the love of his life? drove you over the fucking edge even more. god, you love this man.
“seven years without you, your voice, your laugh, your scent, your lips…” he whispers while his hands slowly roam and grope over your body, sending shivers of please through you and making your mind putty. “drove me fucking crazy, hermosa.” another few kisses on your neck before he lifts his head up to look down at you with intense adoration, lips hovering yours. “i’m not wasting a fucking second.”
your heart flutters and you don’t waste a second either by cupping his face and yanking him down to your lips together in a kiss filled with intense love, reuniting your souls. miguel swiftly trails down to your chest and buries his face in your cleavage, making out with your covered breasts. soft moaning as his calloused hands squeeze and knead your tits through the silky material of your nightgown. your hands play with his hair again, digging in those soft brown curls as endless soft moans spill from your lips at the incredible sensation miguel is providing you. moaning out his name and arching your back as his tongue slides over the roundness of your exposed breast. alternative between each one, kissing and licking the soft sensitive skin as his hands continue kneading and squeezing the squishy fat.
“miguel!~” you moan a bit louder and arch your back as he sucks your nipples through the silky nightgown, leaving a wet stain on the fabric.
he responds with a muffled groan, busy with providing much affection towards your delicate breasts. miguel then slowly trails down your body, kissing over the silky fabric of your nightgown, mind hazy from your fingers combing through his hair. god he misses that addictive sensation so much. like your nails were meant to be digging and playing with his hair and it always made his mind putty. miguel reaches towards the hem of your nightgown and slowly raises it, exposing your stomach and cute white panties. the cool air hitting your core makes you gasp softly. miguel grins at the wet stain on your panties but his attention is on your belly. he peppers it with adoring kisses and sinful licks, eliciting more of those cute soft noises he adores so much. that same noises that drive miguel fucking crazy. he’s drunk on your soft skin, savoring it and worshiping your body like a temple. to him, you are his temple.
a soft gasp falls from your lips as you feel his own on your clothed pussy, a bit too eagerly inhaling your scent. “still have that same sweet fucking scent, years later and it still drives me crazy.” he murmurs against the fabric. that sweet scent of yours is a like a fucking drug, intoxicating and addictive.
“miguel, please~” you whine, your needy fingers gripping onto his hair as a sign. he’s right there, your core throbbing terribly, and you’re losing your mind.
the bastard has the audacity to chuckle at your neediness. “¿qué quieres, bebita?” the teasing is inevitable, you’re adorable when you’re needy for him. but he’s also losing his mind too.
“no me jodas, miguel.”
that earns him a slightly harsh tug on his hair, causing his grin to widen. miguel has always adored when you’re bossy. the man may be 6’9 of pure muscle but will succumb to his knees when bossed around by a woman. a major turn on for him.
“relájate, bebé.” he softly chuckles. “i’ll take care of you like i always do, lo prometo.”
he is right, miguel always took care of you during sex. teasing but always a gentle provider. flashbacks of all your guys’ hookups during college ran through your mind. he always made sure you were comfortable, asking if you were okay no matter how steamy or soft the moment was. that baritone voice laced with tenderness whispering sweet praises, like dipped in honey while his body provided you pleasure in impeccable ways. hitting that sweet spot so perfectly, releasing intense yet fantastic ecstasy like waves coursing through your body. calloused hands roaming and groping every curve that makes your mind droopy. every touch, thrust, praise is overwhelming pleasure. you had always appreciated miguel’s care and thanked him every time, which resulted in him responding that you deserved to be treated with gentleness, every girl does. made your heart flutter every time. seven years later, he still cares the same and your heart still flutters.
using his talons to grip the edge of your panties, miguel slides them down your legs. “chinga… estás mojada, preciosa.” miguel curses at the fucking fountain between your legs. seven years later and you’re still wet for him? drives him fucking insane.
the mouthwatering sight fuels that burning desire inside him, causing him to quickly toss the discarded panties somewhere in the room as miguel gets on his knees at the edge of the bad and grab you by the thighs pulling you closer towards him. you squeal his name but miguel is too focused on your glistening folds, licking his lips in anticipation for the greatest meal that he has been dying for after what feels like an eternity. there is no time to react when miguel swiftly puts your legs over his bulky shoulders and immediately dives into your glistening pussy. yelping in surprise as his lips viscously suckles and tongue rapidly flickers your clit. one hand instinctively gripping his hair while the other does the same with the bed sheets as you throw your head back in pleasure. the alternation of him sucking and flickering your sweet bundle of nerves causes intense waves of ecstasy coursing through you.
“oh!~” you moan loudly, gripping tightly on those brown locks like a lifeline. “miguel!~ oh my g—” cut off by your own moaning as he continues eating you out like a damn starved man, basically making you see stars sooner than you expected.
miguel is too lost in the pretty valley between your legs to form any proper thought other than how fucking sweet you still taste after all these years. the same sweet taste that he was addicted to, his own drug. brought back memories of all the times he ate you out, which was very often. the first time is a memory still imbedded in his mind to this day. oh his life changed forever that day, nothing never tasted better than that sweet pussy of yours. that sweet, addictive essence. pretty cunt weeping and swollen in pure arousal that burned his senses. a taste that lingered on his tongue for ages and still craved for more. this moment now was like he found an oasis after suffering from eternal heat for centuries.
“fuck…” his moan vibrates against your pussy, causing you to shudder while moaning endlessly. “seven years later and you still taste fucking sweet, bebita.” his tongue feverishly swirls and flicks your precious clit, eliciting endless pretty moans and whines that makes his cock twitch. motivates him to hear more of those pretty sounds like are music to his ears. his lips give your little pearl a few sucks, making you squirm cutely, before shifting down and dipping his sinful tongue into your throbbing pussy.
a loud squeal erupts from your throat as miguel’s tongue starts penetrating you. “miguel!~” your back arches off the bed like waves as the wet muscle maneuvers that send jolts of pleasure shooting throughout your body. a chorus of moans and whines bouncing off the four walls of your bedroom.
that sweet chorus is proof he is doing it right, providing you pleasure that you deserve. it fuels his desire to continue, to make you come undone on his sinful tongue. those crimson eyes look up at your panting figure in admiration. pretty lips opened letting those heavenly sounds. pretty back arching off the bedsheets like ocean waves. pretty belly contracting due to panting. the most gorgeous angel experiencing immense pleasure above him. a sight that miguel loves. if he could stay in between your legs forever, he would and die happily.
miguel’s tongue continues fucking you mercilessly as he uses one thumb to rub your precious bundle nerves. the sudden sensation elicits a loud moan from you, almost a scream. your cute reaction puts a smile on his face. his thumb draws slow sinful circles on your sensitive clit before sliding it up and down, side to side. the way your legs tremble on his bulky shoulders makes him chuckle.
“you remember that, bebita?” he whispers against your sensitive folds as his thumb continues playing with your clit, admiring your squirming form.
god, yes you do.
he pulled that move all the time when he ate you out back in college. those slow sinful circles on your delicate bundle of nerves. his thumb slowly moving it up and down then side to side. playing with you until you’re seeing stars and forgetting everything.
only miguel could do that to you.
“brought back memories?” his thumb keep toying with your clit while admiring you. “years later and i still remember, preciosa. i still remember it all.”
memories of your time in college flooded his mind. all the nights you and him hooked up. miguel taking you back to his dorm, barely opening the door while eating each other’s faces off and hands roaming each other’s bodies. clothes spread across the floor and hard to find the next morning. the dents on the wall from the headboard repeatedly banging against it due to miguel’s powerful thrusting which earned him multiple complaints from the guys next door. your sweet scent lingering in his sheets for weeks and refusing to wash them until it completely worn off. the few bras or panties you’d forget after leaving his dorm and he’d keep in his drawer for later purposes. some miguel would give back but keep the rest. endlessly changing the bag for his trash bin due to the big amount of used condoms filling up like a mountain and didn’t want his roommates to see it. the few times you’d hook up in the shower, whether at his dorm or yours. the bathroom mirrors fogged up, moans bouncing off the tile walls of the shower. the times you two would sneak off from public events like hanging out with friends. finding a secluded spot and miguel fucking you against the wall, trying to be quiet as much as possible.
the flooding memories makes miguel’s mind hazy and cock throb terribly. but his heart also aches because all those times neither of you confessed your feelings. just two stupid kids messing around until the consequences came up. he should’ve confessed back then and maybe you’ve been together raising gabi like a family. you wouldn’t have been alone raising her and dealt with the issues you’ve been through. a ping of guilt stabs his heart but miguel shakes off the feeling away, not wanting to to ruin this passionate moment. the confession and feelings have already been addressed. this moment now is rekindling your relationship.
miguel glances at you one last time before focusing back on your fluttering folds with his tongue. drawing patterns among your wet walls that elicit more heavenly sounds from you. the more flicks of his thumb and tongue, that warm feeling in your lower belly increases and your moans become louder and pitchier. a small whine almost falls from your lips when miguel removes his thumb from your swollen clit until it’s replaced with his tongue and two fingers slip pass your soaking folds, making you moan and gasp simultaneously. you moan out his name and he gently shushes you while continuing on pleasing you.
“m-miguel- oh my- OH!—” your back arches off the bed to an insane degree, thanks to your flexibility, as his fingers reach that sweet spot inside.
the combination of his tongue flickering your clit and his fingers pumping inside you was sending you to cloud fucking nine. miguel provides passionate licks on your sensitive little pearl before suckling on it, lowly moaning at the sensation. his fingers continue pumping inside your wet sensitive walls, curling them as they repeatedly hit your sweet spot. both his fingers and tongue pick up pace, determined to make you cum. miguel knows you’re close by the increased volume of your moans, urging him to go faster and make you see the whole damn universe.
“ah~ i’m gonna— miguel, i—”
“dámelo, bebé.”
his voice dipped in lust and adoration like honey was the cherry on top. more flicks of his tongue and fingers, you finally cum with the loudest moan ever, almost like a wail. back arched off the sheets and stars in your vision as you gush all over miguel’s face. the pleasure is so intense you even squirt, which he doesn’t mind at all but enjoy it all. miguel devours all of your sweet nectar like his life depends on it. acting like a greedy little shit and he isn’t ashamed of. slurping all of your cum like there is no tomorrow. his favorite meal ever and damn does he miss it so much. seven fucking years without your sweetness is torture. obscure noises flooded the room, the wetness of your cum and miguel’s muffled groans. your thighs tremble around his head, feeling overstimulated by the never-ending pleasure he is still providing with that devious tongue of his.
“m-miguel, stop~ please~” you whine, squirming in his hold. “it’s too m-much…” if he continues, you’re for sure you’re gonna pass out from pleasure.
his greed consumed him, still savoring your sweet cum. licking and sucking every ounce, not allowing a single drop go to waste. it’s been seven fucking years, miguel ain’t wasting this moment. finally once he has his fill, miguel releases your poor sensitive pussy with a pop! and has a huge smug ass grin. oh he really enjoyed his meal and ain’t afraid to show it. his lips and chin glistening with your cum. you’re too fucked out to even open your eyes, laying there breathless and a bit overstimulated. miguel wipes his chin clean with the back of his hand and licks the leftover of your cum around his lips as he gently lifts your legs from his shoulders and hovers above you.
“are you okay?” he looks down at you concerningly with a gentle hand on your cheek, a major contrast to his lustful attitude moments ago.
you respond with a weak ‘mhm’ due to your breathlessness, eyes still closed. that man really did a number on you and hasn’t even fucked you yet.
those scarlet eyes scan over your fucked out, angelic form. eyes closed, chest heaving with a coat of sweat glistening in the moonlight, breathless, hair disheveled, thighs trembling, cunt swollen. the afterglow looks so beautiful on you.
“you’re glowing, preciosa.” he coos with a heartfelt grin on his face, caressing your cheek.
“stop it~” you whine softly, trying to turn away from him but your tried body refused to. your cheeks are already warm, now you feel like a furnace.
he always complimented you after a steamy moment and it made you flustered every time.
even now, he still does.
miguel softly chuckles at your cute flustered expression. “es la verdad,” he leans down closer towards your ear. “you’ll be glowing more soon.”
the drop in his tone makes you shiver. finally opening your eyes and looking up at him, you admire his pretty face in the dark atmosphere of your bedroom for a moment. crimson eyes filled with adoration staring down at you. remembering the old chestnut ones you adore. no matter the color of his eyes, they are still beautiful and you never get tired of admiring them. raising your arms, you cup miguel’s face with your hands and pull him closer to kiss him, which he gladly reciprocates. you can taste yourself on his tongue as the passionate kiss continues.
much to miguel’s dismay, you pull away from the kiss and he frowns a little. a soft groan almost escapes his lips as he tries chasing yours but you keep moving away. his grumpiness makes you chuckle.
“take off the suit, arañito.” a hint of seductiveness in your tone, grinning up at him.
his body shivers at that. with no hesitation, miguel’s suit disintegrates by command. revealing his muscular nude form in all its glory. a soft gasp falls from your lips at the glorious sight above you. thick muscular arms caging you in. bulky shoulders that need to be gripped. broad chest decorated in scrumptious body chair. delicious abs followed by a mouthwatering happy trail that leads down to the thing you’ve been anticipating for.
throbbing cock sprung out, tip leaking with precum. damn it looks bigger than before. well, it’s been seven years so of course it has grown. that spider DNA really did some enhancements in all accepts. staring at it makes you wonder if it’ll fit.
miguel senses your apprehension, his expression softens. “i’ll go gentle, preciosa, lo prometo.” he brings up a hand and caresses your cheek with such tenderness, hoping to ease your worries. “if you need me to stop, dime. don’t be afraid to.”
your eyes shot up back at him, seeing the soft glint in his eyes before nodding. “i know you will.” you offer a soft smile, leaning into his touch.
his heart swoons, a feeing miguel hasn’t felt in a long time. a feeling that only you could make.
miguel stares at you for a moment longer, making sure you’re truly okay with this before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, which you gladly accept. he pulls away to position himself in between your legs. one arm holding himself above you while using the other to grip his throbbing cock in his hand. just as he aligns himself with your entrance, you strip yourself from the nightgown and toss it somewhere across the room, leaving yourself completely bare to his eyes. miguel’s breath hitches and pupils dilate drastically as those crimson eyes roam over your nude form. admiring your soft skin, stretch marks, supple breasts, perky nipples, every curve like a piece of art. you are a masterpiece.
“hermosa…” he whispers, mainly to himself but doesn’t mind that you heard him.
he can’t help it, you are utterly breathtaking and miguel isn’t afraid to admit that.
his compliment makes your cheeks warm and heart flutter. before he could properly align himself, miguel grabs a pillow and carefully slips it underneath your hips for support after softly asking you to lift them. once you’re comfortable, miguel realigns his cock with your cunt and slowly begins sliding in. a soft mewl escapes your lips as his thick length slowly slides through your warm, wet walls.
“fuck…” miguel curses, brow furrowed at the sensation of your slick cunt gripping onto him like a vice. “breathe, bebita. okay?”
you can only answer in a small mewl, trying to follow his advice but goddamn this man so big. it’s been seven years since you had him inside you and he feels a bit bigger now. will he even fit?!
the small frown on your face makes his chest ache. he’s hurting you. “i’m gonna stop.”
“no!” you quickly grip onto his bulky shoulder preventing him from moving away, leaving miguel surprised. “just give me a sec…”
“mi alma, you’re in pain. i’m stopping right now—”
“if you move right now, i’m gonna kill you.”
miguel stares down at you with a firm expression. you look back at him with the same look.
“i’m fine.” you reassure him, a sincere glint in your eyes. “it’s just… you’re… different now.”
he raises an amusing brow. “different?”
your eyes roll in annoyance. “oh shut up, you know exactly what i mean and don’t gloat about it.”
the bastard chuckles, which only fuels your annoyance and impatience. “no, preciosa, i don’t know what you mean. dime.”
that stupid smug ass grin on his handsome face.
ugh you just want to slap him.
“¡chingado, miguel!” you exclaim. “it’s been seven fucking years! of course you’re different!”
seeing you frustrated is utterly adorable. “oh so you feel a difference, huh?” his grin widens.
“ugh, yes! it’s been fucking ages since i’ve done this so that’s another thing!” you admit frustratingly, removing your hand from his shoulder.
that smug ass smirk completely wipes off his face and his expression turns more serious, eyes softened. “wait… you haven’t… been anyone since?…”
a sad sigh escapes your lips, turning your head away from him to the side concealing the embarrassment spreading across your face. “yes… i haven’t. especially with gabi, i haven’t had time to so…”
it’s true, since gabriella was born, you’ve been focused on taking care of her. no time for new romances. sure, there were a few gentle callers when your older siblings encouraged a few date nights. most were nice men but things never got serious mainly due to you rejecting afterwards and using gabriella as an excuse. which wasn’t entirely not true since she was, still is, your main responsibility. never participated in one night stands either, never liked the concept of them anyways. there wasn’t time to fulfill personal needs. for the last seven years, you’ve been focused on being a mother. perhaps now the lack of romance and pleasure is biting you in the ass now and god you never felt so embarrassed.
but besides that, your love for miguel never vanished. he still has your heart after many years. no other man could steal it the way he did. it was always him.
miguel’s eyes widen at your confession. all this time, you haven’t been with anyone but him since? seven years is a long time. you’ve actually… loved him… all this time? your heart still beats for him all this time, the same way his beats for yours? your love for him hasn’t outgrown? you truly still love him? miguel’s heart is overwhelmed with adoration for you. part of him is in disbelief because you, the woman he never stopped loving, still love him after everything you went through. never once your heart changed? it still beats for him after these many years? honestly, miguel believed you had moved on for the longest time. forgot about him and gave your heart to someone who truly deserved it, someone who wasn’t afraid to admit their feelings for you. although the thought of another man having your heart made his own ache but miguel believed you deserved a loving, caring partner. yet here you are confessing your underlying love for him all these years.
miguel allows your words to process for a moment, still hovering above you with only his tip slipped through your slick, throbbing folds. those crimson eyes meet your face, still turned away from him, and his brows frown a little in concern. he may not possess a spidey sense but he definitely senses your discomfort and wishes to fix that immediately.
“mi alma…” he calls softly, carefully bringing up a hand to caress your cheek in hopes of getting you to look back at him. “don’t feel guilty, it’s okay. i understand, i…” he grows quite for a moment, finding the right words. “i haven’t been with anyone either.”
his confession makes you turn and look back at him with surprise. “seriously?” you ask softly.
“sí…” he nods lightly, a bashful grin on his face. “there was never time for me either. always cooped up in the lab, sometimes stayed overnight.”
“miguel!” you whisper-yelled, gently nudging his shoulder as reprehending him.
his grin widens as he chuckles. “i know, i know.” he gently grabs your wrist that nudged him and give them a little kiss before resting your hand against his cheek. “some nights my coworkers and i would head to the nearest bar after work. they would try to get me drunk enough and hook me up with random women but i never did, was just never interested.”
the thought of miguel with another woman makes your stomach churn. but you can’t blame him if he wanted to since you disappeared from each other’s lives and went your own separate paths. during that time you never really thought of that possibility, only when you thought of miguel at times. but here he is reciprocating the same feelings. now both of you realize you haven’t been with other people since college, evidence of your love for each other.
the thought causes you to break into laughter, leaving a slightly confused miguel above you.
“¿qué?” miguel can’t help but crack a little smile, relishing the sweet sound of your laughter.
“sorry.” your laughter dies down, now softly chuckling while covering your eyes with a hand. “it’s just… that proves that we never really stopped thinking about each other.” you admit bashfully.
his smile widens into a toothy grin, his fangs peeking out. “no, we never did.” a soft chuckle slips passed his lips, leaning into your hand on his cheek. “and i won’t stop.” with his free hand, miguel gently removes yours that is covering your eyes. “nunca.”
there he goes again making your heart flutter. bringing up your other hand to cup his face completely, you stare up at him with a soft smile.
“me neither.”
you and miguel share a smile before colliding lips together once again. a symbol of unity.
much to your dismay, miguel pulls away for a moment. “do you still want this?” he glances down at the space between you two for emphasis.
you quickly nod, a bit too eagerly. “yes, i’m gonna fucking explode if you don’t get inside me right now.” that earns you a snort from him.
“alright, alright. i’m coming, amor.”
“oh you will for sure.”
a moment of shared laughter before settling down. after confirming you were okay one last time, miguel slowly slides through your slick walls. his thick length ever so carefully slipping through, letting you feel every inch, until he was balled deep. mouth hung open at the overwhelming stretch of his cock, a feeling you miss so damn much. a shared moan mingles in the air as your bodies connect. bulbous tip rested against your womb, making you whimper.
“¿estas bien, mi amor?” miguel softly asks, caressing your cheek as comfort.
you hum, eyes fluttering. “mueve, miguel~”
he could’ve cum from that whiney plead alone. with a staggering breath, he slowly draws his hips back before rolling them in. a slow deep thrust, making you moan and arch your back. miguel’s brows furrowed in concentration, keeping a steady rhythm to not overwhelm you. lifting himself on his strong forearms rested on each side of your head against the sheets. muscular form consuming your smaller one, clouding your vision. yours hands on his back, nails digging into the muscles that miguel adores. legs wrapped around his waist, thighs above his sturdy ones, cores connected as one. bodies moving in harmony, releasing pleasure within you both. this is the moment you and miguel have been yearning for after a very long time of separation.
miguel’s pupils dilate immensely at the sight of you underneath him, taking everything he is giving you. pretty lips shaped in an “o” shape releasing the prettiest sounds his ears have ever heard. eyes screwed shut and face contorted in pure ecstasy. back arched off the bed, gorgeous body moving in waves at each thrust he makes. it all drove miguel over the edge, creating a sense of pride coursing through his body. all those sounds and movements of ecstasy were because of him. also this the first time you’re having sex since him back in college so that also adds to his pride. all so overwhelming but miguel relishes it, causing his thrusts to increase.
“miguel!~ oh my—” you cut yourself off with a moan as his tip hits that sweet spot inside so perfectly. back arched off the bed and nails clawing his back.
your reaction makes his lips curl into a smile of pride. “qué hermosa.” miguel leans down closer, admiring your squirming form of pleasure while thrusting in your slick heat. “after seven years, you still take me so well, bebita. all this time you could’ve chosen someone else but never stop thinking about me, huh? thought about all those nights like this?” his hips thrust a bit deeper for emphasis, eliciting a gasp mixed with a moan from you. “did you, bebita?”
“y-yes i always did~” you moan shamelessly.
that inflates his pride and ego. “all those nights alone, in bed… you always thought about me, hm?” he decides to tease you a little, just like old times.
“f-fuck- yes!” a frustrated whine leaves your lips while acting like a moaning mess, causing him smile to widen before gently shushing you.
“shhh… relájate, bebé~ lo siento… ” one of his hands caresses your cheek, easing your growing frustration. “i always thought about you too.” his lips capture yours in a kiss while continuing making love, swallowing those pretty moans he loves dearly.
the air is mingled with your moans and miguel’s groans as the love-making progresses. the tip of his cock repeatedly kissing your sweet spot, driving you on edge. leaving your mind a putty mess. your hands rested on his muscular back, nails digging into his skin leaving indents and scratch marks. the burning sensation makes him hiss a little bit miguel doesn’t mind because they’ll be a reminder of you and your love for him. one of your hands slide off his back and sluggishly lands on the bed. miguel gently takes it with his own and pins it beside your head with fingers intertwined, making it more intimate.
you part away from his lips as he does a deep thrust. “oh miguel~” you moan breathlessly. head thrown back against the sheets, brows furrowed and mouth agape in ecstasy. god he feels so fucking amazing.
miguel gazes down at you with pure adoration and in his eyes. a grin tugging on his lips. “qué linda.”
in one swift motion, miguel flips you both over the bed. the sudden movement makes you gasp in surprise. if you weren’t indulging in intense pleasure right now, you would’ve smacked the back of his head as reprehending. now miguel sits up on the bed and you in his lap straddling him. you wrap your arms around his bulky shoulders, nuzzling your face into his chest as more moans spill from your lips. miguel securely holds you, one arm wrapped around your upper back and the other around your waist, as if he’s hugging you. his face buried in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. the position is so intimate, embracing each other as you make love.
your head tips back releasing endless moans as miguel continues thrusting into your heated core, his bulbous tip angled perfectly in this position hitting that sensation spot. the intense the pleasure grows, the tighter your grip on his hair gets which miguel doesn’t mind but rather relishes it. he loved when you’d tug on his hair, it was a sign that you were feeling good. he missed that feeling, you gripping onto him in every possible way, reflecting the pleasure you were experiencing. with your head ripped back and neck exposed, miguel seizes the opportunity to plant delicate kisses on the soft skin. kissing, sucking, licking. even a little bite which makes you squeal. miguel couldn’t resist the urge to dig his fangs into your celestial skin, only just a tiny nip and that was it. he would never hurt you. only a little love bite, a reflection of his love for you. but miguel really wanted to use his fangs on you to fulfill a strange sexual fantasy of his. he knows you’ll give him shit about it later but right now he doesn’t care.
lifting away from your now hickey covered neck, miguel admires your blissful form. holding you like you’re the most delicate piece of art. witnessing you experience immense pleasure is a sight he will never ever get tired of. his beautiful angel.
“mi amor hermosa~” he coos, grinning when you let out a whimper. “qué tan hermosa~”
“miguel~” you whine softly, feeling flustered by his sweet words of affection and overwhelmed by his thick cock thrusting in and out of you.
“mírame, mi amor.”
you let out another whine in protest, already feeling too flustered to look at him but you do anyways. reluctantly opening your eyes, your blissful ones finds those scarlet orbs already looking at you filled with lust and adoration. seeing your gorgeous blown out eyes makes miguel smile lovingly.
“there’s my beautiful girl.”
the sweet endearment warms your cheeks, staring up at him with fluttering lashes before tugging him by the neck to press your lips against his.
“té quiero, miguel.” you whisper against his lips. the kind of whisper containing a sprinkle of love meant for his heart and his heart only.
and his heart was swoon with intense adoration by your soft confession. like it sealed the deal, a heart-shaped locket around your souls and forever together. never letting go of each other ever again.
“té quiero, mi alma. té quiero tanto.” he whispers in between kisses. “i never stopped loving you,” one deep thrust. “and i never will.” a much deeper one, sending you over the edge. back arched, head thrown back, moaning prettily. making him smile.
the love confessions makes the love-making more intimate, beautiful. desperately holding onto each other in a loving embrace. your nails clawing his bulky shoulders and biceps. miguel’s hands roaming over your body, worshiping you in his lap. another deep thrust from him causes your back to arch, exposing your bare chest to his hungry gaze. without hesitation, miguel dips down and captures a perky nipple with his lips, suckling it before swirling his tongue around it. eliciting more of those heavenly moans that are music to his ears. his mouth provides much affection towards your breasts as his cock continues pumping into your slick sensitive pussy.
very slowly and steadily, miguel fills you both over back in the old position, him above and you underneath. your grip on his bulky shoulders tighten when his thrusts quicken, increasing that burning sensation in your core. miguel knows it, senses it, and it motivates him to keep thrusting until you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. utterly lost in that sweet cunt of yours, greedily sucking him in and squeezing the fuck out of him. seven fucking years and you still have a vice grip on him.
“miguel, i—” cut off by your own moan as the burning sensation in your core intensifies with each thrust, like a firework is about to combust.
“i know, bebé. i fuck—” miguel groans, brows pinched together in pleasure as he feels you clenching around him so damn tight. reaching down with a hand, miguel flicks your clit to give you more pleasure. each flick in unison of his thrusts. “cum, mi amor.” he coos when you squeal at the sudden stimulation, observing you with pure adoration.
several more flicks and thrusts, you cum beautifully with a loud moan of his name. probably the loudest moan of the night that the whole neighborhood can hear. the most beautiful moan falling those gorgeous lips, pretty back arched, head thrown back in ecstasy, your sweetness gushing over his cock. miguel savored it all, a sight meant for him and him only, forever imbedded in his mind. after a few thrusts, his hips stutter before spilling himself inside of you, hot white spurts into your womb, and pumping you full. the warm, filling sensation makes you moan softly. feeling utterly filled by him. you both remain like that while recovering from your intense highs. sweaty bodies connected. your synchronized breathing echoing in the room.
“you okay?” lifting himself by the elbows, miguel looks down at you with a concerned look. “did i hurt you?” he caresses your cheek lovingly.
you lean into his touch with closed eyes, softly humming. “no, i’m fine. just had a nice workout.”
miguel huffs, rolling his eyes but has a grin tugging on his lips. “tonta…” he leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead before slowly pulling out, eliciting a soft whine from you. he gently shushes you with another soft kiss then slowly rises off the bed to fetch a towel from your bathroom.
you simply lay there, allowing exhaustion to flow through your sweaty overheated body. not even a minute, you hear him come back and softly hum when you feel the fabric of the towel down your inner thighs. he’s being gentle as possible to not overwhelm you. giving your thighs tender rubs and kisses as comfort while cleaning you up. even years later, miguel is still ever so gentle with you and providing the aftercare you need. it brought you back memories from your college days. a younger version of miguel, who wore glasses, being so gentle with you and whispering the sweetest praises after a good fucking. still carries that gentleness but now as a man. a man you wholeheartedly adore.
once you’re cleaned up and cleaned himself, miguel tosses the dirty towel in the hamper and digs into your drawers for new panties. you hear the ruffling, causing your eyes to open and turn your head to the side. grinning at the hunk of a man digging through your dresser. almost laughing when he opened the wrong drawers before finding the correct one. as your lips part open to say something, your eyes detect the fresh cold water bottle on the nightstand. the sight brings a smile to your face.
always thoughtful.
once he finds a new pair of panties, miguel returns and kneels by the your side carefully slipping the new garment for you, which you deeply appreciate, then proceeds to slip into his boxers. you sit up and reach for the water bottle on the nightstand but miguel swiftly steps in and grabs it, opening it for you.
“loving the royal treatment.” you can’t help but giggle at his chivalry and he shakes his head. you definitely caught that little grin.
kneeling by your side, he brings the bottle up to your lips while his other hand is placed on your back as support. “drink, hermosa.” you so do, taking a few sips that leaves him unsatisfied. “más, mi amor.”
complying, you drink bigger sips. relishing the cool, refreshing water down your bit irritated throat from all that moaning and screaming. once you’ve drank enough that left him satisfied, miguel drank some himself while you get under the covers. he leaves the bottle on the nightstand and joins you in bed. his muscular arms scoop you up, bringing you to his chest. you softly sigh as you snuggle into his warmth that always felt comforting. his heartbeat against your ear, soothing you into a relaxed state. embracing each other in comfortable silence as the weight of tonight’s events slowly soothes down.
“did you seriously bite me?”
miguel groans embarrassingly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “i knew you were gonna mention that.”
“got a biting kink?” you tease.
“it was just… in the moment.”
you snort, lightly slapping his chest. “in the moment, my ass. you definitely got a biting kink and went to town on my neck. probably gonna look like dracula bit me… oh shit, you’re basically dracula.”
miguel swiftly looks down at you with a frown, baffled that you compared him to one of the most famous gothic fictional characters. “i’m not dracula and i don’t have a biting kink.”
oh that’s a fatass lie. he does have a biting kink after attempting it on you. but of course his stubborn ass refuses to accept it, mainly due to embarrassment.
“mentiroso.” you give his chest another teasing, heartfelt slap. “pinche dracula.”
“ay por dios, mujer.”
the nickname may not be pleasing to him but hearing you laugh makes it up for it.
“i mean- i don’t mind, just don’t get too crazy or else i’m not gonna have enough foundation to cover it and gabi is gonna ask questions.”
that makes him laugh. miguel can already imagine the shit ton of questions she would ask and honestly can’t blame her. he should be more careful.
“oh, i should probably tell gabi her dad is dracula—”
“¡mujer!”
his reaction makes you laugh. lost in laughter before miguel swiftly turns you both over the bed, making you yelp as he lays on top of you with all his weight. now he’s the one laughing and you annoyed with his dumbassery. not long until you’re laughing too.
the night ended on a cute note.
the cool breeze of the night flows through you as you jump from one rooftop to another. a smirk grows on your face when the faint sounds of webs slinging from behind reaches your ears. smoothly landing one random rooftop, you silently admire the beautiful night sky when you hear a light thud and footsteps approaching from behind. that smirk turns into a smile when a certain pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and gently tug you against a solid chest.
“though you retired from this?” miguel asks, mask already disintegrated. allowing the cool night breeze flow those his dark brown locks.
you shrug nonchalantly, leaning into him while still staring at the sky. “just wanted relive old times.”
“being a pain in the ass, stealing all the time?”
“a girl gotta make a living.” another nonchalant shrug. “but it was for our little girl.”
he immediately softens the moment gabriella is mentioned, causing his arms to give you a gentle loving squeeze. “i know… but we’re better now.”
“we are…” you glance down at the pretty diamond ring on your finger, gleaming in the moonlight.
it’s been a year since you and miguel reunited. finally became a family but made it more official when you two got married a few months ago. sure, it seems like a short time getting back together but you and miguel knew you were meant for each other. no more waiting, hiding feelings, sneaking around, doing dumb shit. this time is official, the real deal. miguel continues to work at alchemax, which most of the income comes from. after the wedding, you quit your job at the diner and became a writer for a highly acclaimed fashion blog with an incredible pay. bought a beautiful house with a big ass backyard that includes a pool. the perfect place for your family to create wonderful memories together.
“we should head back.” he suggests. “we have to pick gabi from your parents early tomorrow.”
“it’ll be fine. besides, they love having her there all the time and she loves their house so it’s okay. let’s just stay here a few more minutes, please?” you look at him with fluttering lashes, knowing that he can never resist that cute pleading look.
“fine, five more minutes.” miguel mumbles, biting back a smile as he holds you closer.
the two of you silently admire the gorgeous night sky, holding each other close, relishing this cute intimate moment. bringing back memories of your black cat and spiderman days when neither of you knew of each other’s true identities. silly, fun times.
but it’s even better now you and miguel are back together, officially this time. being great parents to your precious daughter and being a happy family. a dream that you’ve longed for, now came true.
perhaps curiosity killed the cat but in a good way.
ᤢ . 𝓢ummary ♥︎ ੭ a dumb fling in college resulted in an unplanned pregnancy. miguel never knew since you ghosted him and never saw each other again. seven years later, you’ve been living a double life as a single mother and a thief, taking risks to provide for your daughter. who would’ve thought the famous spider-man you keep running into is also your baby daddy.
“gabi, you need to brush your teeth or you’re gonna be late for school again!”
“can i finish this episode of gumball first, mamá?”
“no mija, you have to get ready.”
“but mamá, por favor.”
“gabriella.” a tinge of sternness but gentle.
the seven year old pouts before rising from her chair, walking to the kitchen to place down her bowl of recent eaten cereal, and head to the bathroom. your heart aches every time you see that disappointed look on her face. it’s understandable but you all have to get a move on in the world if you wanna keep your job and not get gabriella in trouble at school.
that’s how life has been for the past seven years, you going to work and gabriella at school. well, two years of school since gabriella recently started 1st grade. it was all in a blink of an eye. remembering her very first day of school and how you cried while watching her walk to her classroom with the other kids, letting go of your baby girl into the world. remembering when she was born on a rainy afternoon. it was a family reunion when your water broke and everyone panicked. next thing you knew, a little girl wrapped in a pink blanket like a cocoon was laying in your arms. sun-kissed skin, a plethora of brown hair, and the most beautiful pair of brown eyes. you didn’t question where she got those features from. you thought of him in that moment, a shame he wasn’t there but it was your fault he wasn’t.
it was back in college, a time of exploration and experimentation. there was this boy in your biology class. soft brown hair, thickest eyebrows, sharpest cheekbones known to man, thick black rimmed glasses settled over the prettiest browns eyes and cute nose, way above the average male height, a total gym rat but the nerdiest dude ever.
miguel o'hara.
a name you never forgot.
even to this day, it still haunts you.
he was your assigned tutor since biology wasn’t your strongest subject and the last thing you wanted was to fail the class. it was a little awkward at first since you were both introverts, especially miguel because that boy barely socialized at all. kept to himself, only had one friend, rarely went out. despite being a total antisocial creature, miguel was damn smart. carried such intelligence and had a passion for science, specifically for biology. hence why he majored in that field. because of his big brain, you were able to pass the class. eventually, the tutorship turned into friendship until one night at a party where you both drank a little too much and lost your virginities to each other in the bed of some mutual friend. his calloused hands roaming your body, whispering soft praises into your ear as he slowly pumped himself in you. it was the night that changed everything.
friends with benefits is what you put it as, or a situationship. two friends who would occasionally fuck. neither you or miguel considered officially being together yet the feelings taunted you both like a virus. you weren’t his girlfriend but damn did you feel like it. it was a fucking mess of mixed signals. miguel being so sweet and caring towards you yet felt so distant at the same time. in public, you put on a show of a simple friendship. but behind closed doors, his cock was shoved deep inside of you and made sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. at the time, you didn’t think of it as much. you and miguel still maintain your friendship while hooking up. despite the feelings you harbor for each other.
until the consequences caught up.
it was a week before graduation when you found out you were pregnant. that morning you shed so many tears, your roommate xina was worried when she found you balling your eyes out in the bathroom. despite her words of comfort, you still felt like shit. she knew of you and miguel, although she did warned about this stupid situationship but of course your dumbass didn’t listen. now it was biting you in the ass. a harsh slap in the damn face. but the unplanned pregnancy wasn’t the only worst thing.
a weeks ago, miguel mentioned he got an internship at alchemax, a company he’s been dying to join. you never witnessed so much enthusiasm and happiness in those pretty brown eyes when he told you. he was so genuinely happy, your heart fluttered with joy. you were happy for him. he already had his life planned after college and you didn’t want to ruin that. just imagine you’re about to start your life then a bombshell of an unexpected pregnancy comes out and now you can’t achieve your dreams? you didn’t have the heart to tell him. you couldn’t do that to him because you loved him too much to hurt him.
so you made the worst decision of your life.
you never told miguel about the pregnancy.
instead, you ghosted him right after graduation. during that last week of school, you avoided him at all cost. ignored the numerous texts, calls, voicemails that blew up on your phone. every time you stared at his name on the screen and never answered, a piece of your heart broke. avoiding him on campus was hard. the numerous times xina told you when miguel was looking you, the sad look on his face when she told him she hadn’t seen you shattered your heart more. it hurt so fucking bad to ignore the man you loved. yes, you did loved miguel. you gave him your heart and the idiot didn’t even know.
the fucked part was that you never knew he was looking for you during graduation. the moment everyone tossed their caps in the air, you walked out of the stadium with tears running down your cheeks and a broken heart. since there was hundreds of students, it was impossible to find you in a sea of people wearing that same damn thing. you didn’t know how desperate miguel was searching for you. you didn’t know how heartbroken he was when miguel never found you and figured out you blocked him on everything when he tried to call you.
you never saw each other again.
it was the worst summer of your life. pregnant and unsure whether to keep it or not. after many serious conversations with your parents, you decided to keep it. with the support of your family, you were going to be okay. however, of course they weren’t happy when you first told them about the pregnancy. oh the look of murder on their faces when you told them miguel was the father, you knew he would’ve been way under than six feet in the ground. don’t be mistaken, they were pissed at you too for being irresponsible and not telling miguel. the sad thing is that your parents liked miguel, a good young man. they even thought you two would get married someday. but unfortunately that never came true.
that first year after college was fucking rough. it was actually an okay pregnancy, it was just the fact you were pregnant and couldn’t start your life the way you imagined it months ago. eventually, life went on and you had your beautiful baby girl gabriella. the greatest gift you could ever received. until she was three, you had been living with your parents while looking for jobs and have someone take care of gabi. you did manage to find a secretary position for some company that paid well enough to the point of you moving out and getting place of your own. unfortunately, that ended horribly when the CEO of the company was exposed for having multiple sexual relations with employees and gambling issues. losing that job heavily effected you and gabriella. it was terrible to the point of almost getting evicted but in the nick of time you found another job you have now, waitress at a diner. significantly lower pay than your previous job but you took what you could get and pay those damn bills and provide for gabriella.
however, the waitress pay was still not enough to support you both. there wasn’t much alternative options, it was both frustrating and a struggle. endless nights of silent tears trailing down your cheeks, desperately trying to find a better job while gabriella was sleeping in her room. you felt like a terrible mother, not doing enough for your daughter. all you wanted is to give her a good childhood, grow up in a safe and loving environment. you were doing everything you could for her, even if costed your mental health. a parent would do anything for their child. so, you decided to take a risk.
there were local jewelry stores around, owned the most prettiest elegant pieces. during nights when gabriella was babysat by your parents or a neighbor, you slip into black latex suit and sneak off to the jewelry shops. thanks to the two years of gymnastics when you were a kid, you were pretty flexible and swift through the city effortlessly. being stealthy was natural to you, it was easy to break in and steal whatever jewelry you could snatch. you knew this was bad, you knew you were committing a crime. all of your life, you were a good decent person. held good morals and never indulged in bad habits. well, besides getting knocked up in college. until you’re left with no options, you had to make a sacrifice. you were a mother now, you had to do it for the sake of your daughter. no matter what.
that’s how you became the infamous black cat.
a hardworking single mother by day, a thief by night.
it’s been like this for a few years and you’ve yet to be caught. it is the reason why you’ve been able to remain living in the same apartment and have food on the table for your little family. you also got a dog, weiner dog cocker spaniel mix named bella. since gabriella is often alone and didn’t have anyone to play with at home, a dog seemed like the best option. besides, you’ve always wanted a dog. gabi loves bella so much, always playing together. laughter and squeals echoing throughout the apartment as bella happily chases gabi. a sight that melts your heart. your perfect little family that you love dearly.
“gabi! let’s go, mija!”
you hear little footsteps running, making you smile. “i’m here!” gabriella runs in with her backpack.
“here’s your lunch.” you hand her monster high lunchbox that matches her backpack.
“gracias, mama! did you put the gummies in there?”
“i did, just remember to eat it after your quesadillas, okay?” you cup her cheek.
“yes, mama.” she nods, smiling brightly.
you smile back before leaning down to kiss her forehead. “bien, let’s put our shoes on.”
“bye, bella! i’ll miss you!” gabi crouches down to hug the dog after putting on her twinkle toes. she started learning to tie her shoes on her own, smart girl.
you kiss bella goodbye before heading out the door with gabi holding your hand. exiting the apartment building, you make it to gabi’s bus stop where other kids are waiting with their parents as well.
“you have a good day, mija. te quiero mucho.” you crouch in front of her, holding her tiny hands in yours.
“te quiero, mamá. bye!” you gave her a final kiss on the forehead before letting her run off to the bus, babbling with her friends as she gets on.
once she finds a seat, she looks at you and happily waves goodbye through the window. you wave back at her with a smile as the bus begins taking off. you briefly greet some of the parents with a gentle smile then head to your car and drive to work.
luckily it was friday, meaning gabriella is staying at your parents for the weekend along with her cousins. they wanted to spend time with all their grandkids. that means you and your siblings get to be kid-free. honestly, it’s a win-win situation. which also means another night of jewelry shopping, just not spending. once the moon is shinning so beautifully in the sky and most of nueva york is asleep, you slip into your iconic black latex suit. a small mask to cover the upper half of your face, exposing your nose and glossy lips. white gloves with fake nails, emphasizing the cat part of your name. a silver wig to conceal your true hair as a cherry on top. with one last glance at yourself in the mirror, you escape through your bedroom windowsill and venture into the night.
the night sky looks beautiful as always. the shimming moonlight illuminating the city. the cold breeze hitting your face as you jump from rooftop to rooftop. the distant beeps and sirens ring in your ears. in your beg, a diamond set worth thousands of dollars was your prized possession tonight. this will cover definitely expenses for months. maybe you finally buy that boujee ass dollhouse gabi has been wanting for weeks. maybe treat yourself a trip to the spa after all the reckless working you’ve been doing.
“give it back, gatita.”
ah shit, you know that heavy ass voice.
it was only a matter of time before he showed up.
turning around, you see that familiar red and dark blue figure. spider-man, the famous hero of nueva york. it was only a year ago when he started his whole charade. a strange man clad in a red and dark blue suit with spider abilities. stopped major catastrophes and saved hundreds of lives. the public praised him for his heroic efforts. the police were first skeptical, considered him a vigilante but later on referred to him as a hero to the city. his impact is so significant to the city, there’s a whole damn national holiday dedicated to him as thank you for his service. on halloween, the streets are filled with kids dressed up as him. spider-man is the town’s savor.
the first time you met him was during a jewelry trip and he caught you. but of course with your stealthy and seductive antics, you were able to escape. you never realized how tall he was until he was standing up close to you. the man is a fucking skyscraper, practically almost 7 feet tall and insanely buff as hell. the man is a pure greek god. but what really caught your attention was that handsome voice. every time you hear him, a shiver goes down your spine. a good shiver, to be exact. he sounds so attractive, you’ve always wondered who is underneath that glowing mask. but something about him feels so… familiar. his presence reminds you of someone, someone you haven’t seen in years. that familiarity has always struck you but you can’t pinpoint it.
ever since your first encounter, he’s been catching you but ultimately fails. you can’t help but secretly love when he shows up. a rush of excitement flows through your veins every time his attractive voice reaches your ears and find him standing there. but what you love the most is teasing the poor spider. oh you adore how fluster he gets when you gently brush a hand against his broad chest, abs, arms. although he’s wearing a mask, you know his face is burning. arch your back a little extra when you accidentally drop something. let out soft noises while stretching, showing off your latex suit. anything to tick him off and it works every time. you just love messing with him. it’s been like this for several months now.
“what took you so long, arañito? thought you died or some shit.” you tease, tilting your head a little with a pout on your lips, pretending to be sad.
“your life would be boring then.” he approaches with hands on his hips. “dame la bolsa.”
“well, someone forgot his manners.” you tease. “how rude… your mother would be disappointed.”
spiderman groans frustratingly, rubbing the temples of his forehead through the mask. “no me jodas, gatita. dame la pinche bolsa or else—”
“or else what? gonna tie me up in your pretty webs?”
“if i have to.”
damn, he might consider it. not to mention how his tone went down a pitch, more seductively. that sends another shiver of anticipation down your spine.
your eyes light up in amusement. “oh… bondage, huh? okay, i’m down for that~” you giggle when he runs a hand over his face, obviously flustered.
“por dios, mujer. just give me the—” he attempts to snatch the small black bag from your hand but you swiftly move out of his way with a twirl.
“lo siento, arañito pero mamí has to feed her kittens so… muchos besitos~”
just as you blow him a kiss and about to make a run for it, a large hand catches your wrist that holds the bag. eliciting a yelp from you when you’re suddenly yanked to his chest. one hand holding firmly against him and the other holding the bag away from you.
“you’re not escaping this time, gatita.”
you try to push him away by the chest but of course it doesn’t do shit since the man is heavy like a fucking tank. “suéltame, cabrón.”
“push and punch all you want, gatita, but you’re not going anywhere this time.” his grip on your waist tightens as you squirm in his hold. an annoyed groan escapes his lips when you continue fighting. “stop fighting, it’s not gonna help you.”
“those diamonds are gonna help me if you give them back.” you continue squirming.
“not happening, i’m sure your kittens will be fine while your ass sits in a jail cell.”
suddenly, panic invades your body like a plague. gabriella comes through your mind. “no! my daughter, you asshole! i need them for my daughter!” now you’re really panicking, punching and kicking him. you can’t go to jail, abandon your child. you can’t leave gabriella alone, live without her mother.
spiderman looks down at you with shock, the eyes of his mask widens. “daughter?… you have a daughter?…” his grip on you loosens. “you’re a mother?…” he sounds so speechless, shocked.
you finally get the chance to escape his hold and angrily push him away by the chest, making him stumble a little. “yes, i am a mother and yes i have a daughter! if you don’t give me the damn bag—”
“why does your daughter need diamonds?”
a frustrated groan escapes your lips. your patience is wearing thin. “goddamnit! i need to sell them for money so i can provide for my daughter, alright?!”
for once, spiderman is speechless. he simply states down at you in complete silence. a shame that he wears a mask so you can’t tell his expression.
“you’ve been struggling?… financial issues?”
“in this shitty ass economy, yes. my job isn’t enough so i have to make a little extra money just to keep up with rent and other expenses.”
he goes silent for a moment, glancing down at the small bag in his hand then back at you. “this is why you’re doing this… to help your family.”
you sigh sadly, shoulders sagging. “ugh yes, alright? i do this shit for her. chingado, why the hell am i telling you about my personal issues?” you turn away, feeling the frustration bubbling up inside you.
why the hell are you explaining your financial issues to spiderman? he’s not your goddamn therapist. the son of a bitch is about to take you to jail. you really think he is gonna understand? highly doubtful. you fucked up real good this time.
another silent pause between you two. only the distant car beeps and sirens keep the air busy.
“just forget it and take me away already—” you’re cut off when you feel you’re hand being raised up and the small black bag is in your grasp. your brows furrowed in confusion as you look up him. “what are—”
“take it before i change my mind.”
your frown deepens. “why the change of heart? you were literally about to throw my ass in jail.”
“i won’t let a child lose their mother.” he sighs quietly, shoulders slightly slouched. “look, i understand why you do this. you’re struggling and out of options, you’re just trying to help your daughter.”
now, you’re the one who’s speechless. suppose he is understanding and that surprises your for some reason. yet nevertheless, you’re grateful.
“well um… thank you… for being understanding.” you say awkwardly, avoiding his gaze.
“i know i’m overstepping here but… is it just you?”
you nod, still not looking. “yeah… just me and her. the father isn’t in the picture.”
god, it feels awkward talking about this. especially with the goddamn hero of the city.
“i’m sorry… he must’ve been an ass.”
“oh um no… he actually doesn’t know.”
“oh…”
awkward silence. yeah, totally should just dip.
“well… what you’re doing is still wrong but i understand that a parent should do anything for their child.” from your peripheral, he takes a step closer.
finally, you look back at him. taken aback by how close he is. “so all i had to do was say i have a daughter and you would’ve let me off the hook?”
spiderman scoffs and shakes his head, definitely rolling his eyes under the mask. “no, i— chingado, leave before i change my mind.”
you can’t resist a giggle. “well, muchas gracias spidey. didn’t think you were the sentimental type but i appreciate it.” you offer a wink before walking away towards the ledge. “adiós, arañito.” you blow a final kiss at him then jump off with a backflip.
your perspective of spiderman changed tonight.
perhaps he isn’t all that bad and annoying.
you and gabriella have a shopping day. you visit one of stores that she likes and buy a few new clothes for her. with the recent money you’ve made from that diamond set, you decided to treat yourself and your daughter a shopping spree. you’re in the middle paying for the clothes when gabriella sees a cute dog walking by, causing her to let go of your hand and run outside the store to chase after the dog.
“gabriella!” you quickly pay the clothes, thank the cashier, grab the bag, and rush out the door.
gabriella is too focused on the dog when she accidentally runs into someone, knocking her off balance until the stranger catches her by the arm.
“whoa- you okay, chiquita?”
the little girl looks up to find a very tall man with brown eyes and hair, dressed in a simple white sweater and gray sweats.
“oh, sorry mister! i didn’t mean to hurt you!”
the man softly chuckles as he crouches to match her eye level. “it’s okay, chiquita. don’t worry about it.” his eyes briefly glance behind her searching a potential parent. “where’s your parents? are you—”
“gabriella!”
both of them turn to see you rushing towards them until you suddenly stop when you recognize the man who your daughter bumped into. suddenly, your whole body is frozen. everything around is a blur and in slow motion. heart dropped to your stomach and panic invades your veins like a virus. the bag of clothes almost slips out of your hand.
“miguel…?”
it can’t be… the boy you loved from college stands before you. the boy you haven’t seen in seven fucking years is standing right there in flesh next to your daughter, the very same daughter you had with him and doesn’t know about.
oh my god…
he looks so… different yet the same. more muscular, no more glasses, older. he’s not that boy from your biology class, he is a full blown man. god, he still looks handsome. even more now, dear lord.
after 7 years, you see miguel for the first time.
miguel, on the other hand, is as speechless as you are. utterly dumbfounded and shocked to see the girl he fell in love with from college standing in front of him. even after seven years, you still look beautiful. you were always beautiful. fuck, you look like a goddamn angel. especially in that pretty sundress you’re wearing. suddenly, his heart beats faster.
you’re… here. you’re actually here… standing in front of him like an angel. this very moment is the one miguel has been dreaming for so long. so damn long that it’s unbelievable. he hasn’t seen you since college, seven fucking years ago. he hasn’t seen your angelic face since, his heart aches at that realization. all this time miguel has been wondering what happened to you. the memory of you blocking him on everything after graduation makes his heart ache immensely, an unsettling feeling in his chest. even after years, he still wonders why you did. your sudden disappearance left a deep hole in his heart, an area that hasn’t been repaired since until this moment.
he softly calls out your name like you did with his, shock and surprise laced in his tone.
“it’s really you…”
god, his voice… that rich, handsome voice-
“mamá.”
both of you snap out of trance and look at gabriella, who is confused by the situation. realization kicks you in the ass that your daughter is awkwardly standing between you and her father, who neither know of each other’s existences.
“i said sorry to the man for bumping into him.” the little girl explains, pouting.
honestly, you don’t care she bumped into him although you appreciate her polite apology. but the fact it’s miguel is what your mind focuses on.
“it’s okay, mija. let’s just go home, okay?”
miguel observes the interaction, slightly confused about the little girl you’re talking to. is she your little sister? but you’re the youngest in your family, your parents stopped after having you. maybe she’s a younger cousin? but none of your cousins live in nueva york. that only confuses him more, causing him to frown a little. who is this little girl? but then his ears catch the ‘mija’ and his eyes widen in shock.
wait… this little girl is your daughter?
you have a daughter?
you’re a mother?
that is what happened these past 7 years? you ghosted his ass after college then turn out to be a mother to a daughter who seems about that old. the girl does appear to be 6 or 7 years old.
wait… that’s…
miguel concentrates on you and your supposed daughter, but mainly on the little girl. brown hair and eyes, sun-kisses skin, oddly familiar nose.
hold on… that is very familiar.
he has those traits.
oh shit… oh no, no, no, no, no.
there is no fucking way it’s possible… but now really looking at the girl, she looks so similar. way too fucking similar to him. holy fuck…
you briefly sneak a glance at miguel and recognize the shock illustrated on his face.
oh no…
fuck, you and gabi need to leave before miguel figured it out. that’s your biggest nightmare.
he can’t know, he can’t know.
you need to leave now.
“let’s go, gabi.” you take her hand in yours, just about to turn and bolt the fuck out of here.
“wait!” miguel calls out.
you don’t even answer back and continue walking with gabriella by your aide, feeling your heart pounding immensely with anxiety.
“mamá, that man is talking—”
“i know but we need to leave.” you try to not lash at your daughter despite the anxiety bubbling inside and consuming every inch of your body.
“espera, por favor!” miguel pleads, walking by your side. “just please—”
you shake your head, too afraid to look back at him while trying to escape. “no, please.”
he calls out your name again, a bit louder, and reaches out a hand to grab your arm.
“don’t touch my mama!” gabriella shouts as she slaps off his hand from your arm, making miguel wince and back off immediately.
you turn around in shock by your daughter’s erratic behavior, stopping in your tracks. “gabi—”
“leave my mama alone!” the little girl yells, standing in front of you to defend you from the man.
those mahogany eyes widen in shock, fear. miguel immediately backs away, hands in the air surrendering. panic flowing through his veins. “i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt your mama.” he panics while the girl stares daggers at him. truthfully, he never meant to hurt you in any way. he would never, ever. he can’t blame your daughter’s frustration.
unfortunately, the mini chaotic scene captured many eyes which only made it worse.
you let out a quiet sigh. “vamos, gabi.” taking her hand in yours, you bolted without bothering to spare a final glance at miguel or give him a chance to speak. you just want to go home and forget.
but ever since then, you’ve been a panicky mess.
miguel found out.
you know it.
that look in his eyes, the way they widen. it was a look of realization and disbelief.
you can’t let him find you and gabriella. fuck, you should’ve known staying in nueva york was a stupid idea knowing miguel still lives there too. honestly, you didn’t think he still did since it’s been a long time. however, it was only a matter of time before you run into him and the truth spills out. panic has been plaguing your body for days, taking a toll on you. extra jumpy, shaky hands, rapid beating heart, constantly checking your surroundings making sure miguel isn’t there. you aren’t afraid of him, no, you believe he’s still the same sweet guy before. strange part of you knows he would never hurt you. you always knew that. you’re just afraid of his reaction.
gabriella has noticed your panicky state. she may only be seven years old, but she is smart. occasionally asks if you’re okay, what’s wrong, why are you acting scared. those questions stung deeply in your heart. panic has consumed you entirely that your own seven year-old daughter notices and is worried about you. oh your sweet baby girl. she loves her mama very much and it melts your heart. but what hurts more is lying to her about it. you explain it was stress about work. truthfully, you are stressed out but for completely different reasons. it’s unsure how long these lies will be satisfying enough for.
now, you’re heading to work. the clicking of your heels hit the concrete as you pass multiple people, adjusting the skirt of your waitress uniform. despite the anxiety coursing through your veins at the thought of miguel finding you, life doesn’t stop. perhaps being at work would takes your mind off it.
until your name is called by a familiar voice.
your body froze the moment you recognize that voice, swiftly turning around to find the very man you have been avoiding and scared to run into. miguel is quickly approaching you and you don’t hesitate to walk away as quickly as possible, panicking a little.
“wait!” he calls out, trying to not knock out passing individuals while catching up to you.
you continue speed-walking, even in those heels as much as they allow you to. adrenaline pumping through your veins, heart beating frantically.
you have to get away. you can’t let him catch up to you, can’t let him get you. you can’t face him.
“espera, por favor!” due to his long legs, miguel is able to catch up to you quickly and gently grabs one of your wrists. “please, don’t walk—”
you turn around with a gasp and yank your wrist from his grasp. “¡suéltame!”
miguel says your name pleadingly and raises his hands cautiously, afraid to touch you again. “just please… i need to talk to you.”
you shake your head, turning around to leave. “no, just please leave me alone.” a gasp escapes your lips as you stumble on one heel then a strong arm wraps around your torso and catches you.
“cuidado, amor.” miguel is right at your side, his arm wrapped securely around your torso and carefully helps you stand properly. standing in front of you with now both hands on your waist. “you okay?”
his touch makes your mind dizzy and ignite your skin. oh you haven’t felt his touch in so fucking long, seven long years and damn you miss it so much. those calloused hands holding you gently, caressing your skin with such gentleness. those strong arms wrapped around you securely, always made you feel safe. even years later, there is no other pair of arms you would rather be in than miguel’s. and god, did he miss having you in his arms. holding you so delicately, right where you belong. like you are meant to be him his arms, even after all these years.
your eyes hesitantly meet his and suddenly you’re lost in trance. both your bodies pressed against each other, miguel’s muscular figure against your smaller one. those hands calloused hands holding your waist as if you’re the most precious thing in his grasp. heavy breaths hitting each other faces well, his hitting your forehead and your against his chest due to the height difference. utterly hypnotized by each other’s eyes, filled with a lovesick glint. memories of college invades both your minds. flashbacks of a younger version of you and miguel secretly in love with each other, standing the same position with smiles plastered on your faces. a nasty wave of nostalgia coursing through you both.
you’re so lost in trance that you don’t realize one of miguel’s hands caressing your cheek. the same way he uses to do when you were, unofficially, together. the ache in your heart at the memory makes you snap out of it and back away from his hold.
“i-i have to go…” you avert your gaze from his, afraid you’ll get lost in them again.
miguel stops you with holding out a cautious hand, a pleading look on his face. “por favor… just please, amor… just for a minute. that’s is all i ask.”
god, he is killing you. that pleading tone never fails to make your knees weak, even years later.
reluctantly, you close your eyes with a slow head shake. “no, miguel… i can’t. i’m sorry, i have to go.” you try walking past him but miguel blocks your path, beginning to feel frustrated.
“not until you talk to me first.” he looks down at you with a serious look and slightly furrowed brows.
now you’re getting a little agitated. “there’s nothing to talk about, miguel. alright?”
miguel watches you try slipping past around him with a frown, following you. “what the hell do you mean there’s nothing to talk about?! i haven’t seen you in seven years and you think there’s nothing to talk about?! estas loca, huh?!”
“just leave me alone, miguel! forget it!”
unfortunately, the heated aggressiveness was drawing eyes from several bystanders.
“forget it?! you think i can just forget never seeing you for seven years and believing you were gone all this time only to find out you’re still here?!
“UGH! just stop it!” you continue walking away, frustration boiling in your veins.
“just tell me!”
you whirl around with bloodshot eyes. “STOP IT!”
a sudden explosion erupts from a bank a few blocks away. a sudden puff of smoke explodes into the air, breaking the glass windows sending shattered pieces flying, then followed by bursting flames. the ground shook underneath, causing you to fall with a scream. arms covering your head from the shattered glass. smoke fills your lungs and eyes immediately, coughing it out as you slowly look up to see what’s going but a sharp pain in your right ankle makes you whimper. looking down at your injured ankle, there is a small shard of glass inside. small trails of blood slowly flow down, decorating your ankle in red. while whimpering in pain, you suddenly feel a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.
“are you okay?!” miguel panics, eyes widen with pure fear as they trace over your figure searching for any injuries. hands gripping onto you tightly as if he’s terrified to let you go. he spots your injured ankle and the small streaks of blood trailing down. “fuck!”
fuck, you’re hurt. shit, shit, shit. he needs to get you to the hospital quick. he only just found you after so long, no fucking way he’s losing you now.
miguel doesn’t hesitate to carefully pick you up in his arms and carry you in bridal style. the painful whimpers you let out make his heart ache immensely, like multiple stabs. he almost fucking cries. fuck, he can feel the tears stinging in his eyes.
“i know, i know, lo siento…” he presses soft kisses against your forehead as miguel quickly rushes to the nearest hospital with all of his fucking might, thanks to his spider abilities. “lo siento, lo siento, mi alma…”
soon, he manages to find the nearest hospital. the doctors and nurses were a bit anxious to a very panicky, frustrated man built like a god carrying an injured you in his arms and barking at them to help you. if you were not in pain, you would’ve told miguel to calm down. he’s always been a dramatic man, overprotective of you. even years later without seeing each other, he still strongly cares for you. it warms your fragile heart. luckily, one nurse offered and quickly lead you both to the nearest room. a close call for security was made after miguel heavily refused to leave the room after the doctor and nurses told him so they could help you without distractions. he couldn’t leave you. he even threatened to punch the poor doctor, who is only trying to do his job, before he was given a final warning by one nurse. very reluctantly, miguel finally leaves the room by slamming the door on his way out. but not before giving you one last glance making sure you were fine.
while you were getting patched up, miguel paces back and forth outside in the hall. one hand resting on his hip and the other running down his face in frustration. heart pounding in his chest, anxiety flowing through his veins. never has he been so scared in his life. seeing you all scared, in pain, tears in those gorgeous eyes he loves, it fucking killed him. all miguel can think about is you and how badly he wants to rush inside to know if you’re okay. no, he needs to know how you’re doing but the doctor hasn’t come out to say anything yet. the longer he waits, the more worried he gets. normally, miguel is a patient man. but when it comes to you, that shit flies out the window. okay, terrible pun but point still stands. all miguel cares about is you. never has he stopped, even after seven years, he still does.
he will always care for you.
after several more minutes, the doctor comes out and informs miguel that you’ll be okay. a huge wave of relief courses through his entire body. he profoundly thanks the doctor and nurses for their assistance then quickly heads inside, desperate to see you. the relief truly hits when he sees you laying on the hospital bed, back rested against the pillows as support and ankle wrapped with a bandage.
“hi.” you whisper with a soft smile, the same one that always melts his heart.
the first time he sees that smile in seven years.
a smile miguel never forget.
“hey,” he mirrors your smile as he takes a seat in the chair next to the bed. “how are you feeling?” a bit of concern laced in his tone.
“i’m fine, it didn’t tear anything major and only needed a few stitches. should heal in a few days.”
he slowly nods, understanding. “that’s great.” those mahogany eyes land on your hand resting at your side. the urge to reach out and hold your hand consumes him but miguel isn’t sure if you’d like that. so, reluctantly, he decides against it.
a small silence fell between you two before you spoke again. “the doctor and nurses were a little nervous. i mean, being pressured by a man built like a damn god wasn’t exactly helpful. especially almost calling security.” you softly chuckle.
he scoffs with an eye roll. “you were bleeding, i wasn’t gonna leave you alone in here.”
“i wasn’t bleeding to death, miguel. it was only a little, nothing serious.”
“ni modo,” he shakes his head, not pleased with you brushing it off easily. “i’m not gonna lose you again.”
a huge silence falls in between you two. the tension that has been lingering since the day you reunited weighs heavily, like an anchor suddenly dropping. the silence was painful and the tension was dreadful. a conversation both you and miguel have been afraid of to discuss. the moment you’ve been dreading since you reunited with him. anxiety invades both your bodies. sitting there fiddling with your hands in your lap, miguel looking down at his own with an anxious expression illustrated on his face. it was only a matter of time until you had to tell him the truth, to tell him he’s s a father. you’ve never been so afraid, more than giving birth to gabriella all those years ago, more than finding out you were pregnant. confronting the truth is the scariest thing ever.
miguel looks up at you and notices your anxious expression. the way you fiddle with your hands, a habit you’ve had since you were a kid. he knew because you told him once during a tutoring session after he noticed it. he knew you, even seven years later. he always noticed everything about you. especially the anxious look on your angelic face. miguel has never seen you so nervous and it worries him. the strong urge to comfort you consumes him.
very slowly, he reaches out a hand for yours as he leans a bit closer towards you. “mi alma, i—”
“¡mamá!”
the sudden burst of the door opening makes miguel quickly pull back as he watches your daughter rush into the room and immediately hugs you.
“mama! are you okay?!” gabi cries, hugging you tightly. “i was so scared!”
you embrace her tightly, softly shushing her. “i’m okay, mi amor. i’m okay, i’m sorry for scaring you.” a hint of guilt squeezes your heart.
you feel her shake her head. “it’s okay, i know you didn’t mean it, mama. i was just scared you got hurt.”
oh your sweet baby. heart heavily swelled with love. “i was scared too but i’m okay.” you slowly pulling back away but keep gabi close, gently holding her arms. “it was just a little scratch from glass, nothing bad.” you gingerly wipe her tiny tears.
gabi nods before noticing the man sitting beside you, realizing it’s the same mean man who was bothering you the other day. the smile on her face dies and is replaced with a frown. “why is the mean man here?”
miguel’s eyes widen in concern at the little girl staring daggers at him. he was too in awe at the cute moment between you and your daughter to realize that she’s still mad at him for the way he mistreated you a few days ago. how protective she was of you and yelled at him in front of people. he can’t blame her though. she just wants to protect her mother and that is admirable for a seven year old.
“he saved me, mija.” you reassure her, causing both gabriella and miguel to turn to you with wide eyes which makes you giggle but squeezes your heart. the same expression, like twins. “he saved me from the accident and got me to the hospital super fast.”
gabriella’s expression is a mixture of surprise and confusion, like she couldn’t actually believe the same mean man saved you. “really…?”
you softly laugh at her expression, nodding. “yes mija, he saved me and i’m very thankful for him for helping me.” you spare a brief glance at miguel, who continues staring at you with wide eyes before his expression softens and offers a small smile.
the same damn smile that made your heart flutter.
gabi slowly turn her gaze from you to miguel. not giving him a death stare anymore but a little smile instead. “thank you, mister… for saving my mama.”
his broad shoulders deflated in relief. she isn’t mad at him anymore. “of course, chiquita. i know how much your mama means to you.” miguel softly smiles.
for the first time, gabi genuinely smiles at him and, oddly enough, that warms his heart immensely. yours too because that’s when you realized.
this is the first time they smile at each other.
a sight you never thought you would live to see. another painful squeeze to your heart.
before any of you could say anything else, your parents come rushing in with a million times worse worried expressions on their faces.
“mija! ay dios mio, we were so worried! when we got the call and the doctor told us everything, we—”
your mother stops as she and your father stop dead in their tracks the moment they see miguel sitting beside you. the very same miguel who was the sweet boy from your bio class that tutored you, visited during weekends, treated him like family. the same miguel who got you pregnant and left you alone to deal with raising a baby, even though was your fault for never telling him. he never knew and they never blamed him but he got you pregnant nevertheless.
your parents arrival and your dad’s extremely pissed off expression causes miguel to swiftly stand on his feet, making the chair screech against the floor. he addresses them with respect, hands behind his back. “it’s great to see you again—”
“¿por qué este güey esta aquí?” your father asks curtly, glaring at miguel.
“papá—” you warn him.
“mi amor, ya.” your mother calms her husband down, gently patting his shoulder. “gabi esta aquí.” she whispers in a warning tone.
your father, reluctantly, backs offs because he knows your mom is right. the last thing any of you want is to create drama in front of gabriella.
your parents look back at you.
“pobrecita, mi niña.” your mother coos, gently cupping your face and gives your forehead a kiss. “the doctor told us everything and you were going to be fine pero you’re sure you’re okay?”
“sí, mamá, i’m fine. i’ll heal soon.”
“gracias a dios.” your parents said in unison.
“we should thank him, too!” gabriella chirps in, pointing at miguel with a bright smile. “he saved mama and got her to the hospital!”
your parents turn and look at miguel in surprise. he just as surprised as they are but because your daughter gave him credit for helping you. your parents share a glance then look at miguel.
“you did?” your dad questions.
“sí, señor.” miguel said politely, nodding. “i brought her here as fast as possible.”
his answer seemed to satisfy them both. mainly because they know much of a good man he is and how much he deeply cares for you, even still to this day, that miguel will do anything for you.
“gracias, mijo,” your mom offers an appreciative smile. “for helping our daughter, we’re grateful.”
“siempre, señora.” miguel smiles in return. “anything for her.” he means it with all his heart.
they know it, so do you.
the ongoing screams from outside reminds him that the perpetrator is still on the loose. the city needs their spider vigilante. now that you’re safe, miguel can go fulfill his heroic duties.
“i’ll uh… leave you be.” miguel clears his throat as he makes his way towards the door.
“miguel.”
your soft voice makes him stop by the door, looking back at you. eager to what you have to say.
“thank you.” you say softly.
it makes his heart flutter. miguel offers a small nod, eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer before finally walking out of the room, leaving you be with your family. he exits the hospital and finds a hidden alleyway. with a few taps on his gizmo, his spider suit replaces his normal clothes and miguel swings away to save nueva york from another threat.
after a while, your ankle healed completely and you’re already back on black cat duties. effortless cartwheels and flips over rooftops in the night. it feels amazing to be back in latex and shifting through the beautiful night after being cooped up in your apartment barely doing anything. one of your neighbors, a nice elderly lady, offered to take gabriella to her bus stop since you couldn’t walk with a damaged ankle and you thanked her tremendously. your boss was kind enough to give you recovery time and it wouldn’t affect your pay. you hadn’t seen miguel much since the hospital. he didn’t have any way of contacting you anyways, no address given or no phone number. but you knew in your heart he was looking for you, thinking of you, and wanted to know if you were okay. you hoped to run into him soon.
another gig at a different jewelry store. this one has more diamonds accessories which means more money. while jumping from rooftop to rooftop, faint grunts and shouts reached your ears which makes you stop in your tracks. following the sound, you find a secluded alleyway where a huge fight takes place. appears to a gang of criminals, six guys against one individual clad in familiar hues of red and dark blue.
spiderman.
he seems to be whooping their asses. let’s be real, nobody has a fucking chance with a guy who is freakishly tall and insanely buff like a fucking god. even if it’s a whole damn army, their asses will be on the ground before any could get the chance to take a swing at him. there is even rumors that spiderman has bitten some of his enemies. now that sounds fucking insane. what the fuck is he? a damn vampire? you had to very hard time believing that when you first heard of it by a fellow colleague at the diner. at first, you were hesitant to run into him again during your nightly runs in fear of getting bit by the weirdo. but your curiosity got the better of you. one night when you ran into him, you asked him about the biting rumors and spiderman frustratingly denied it, which furthered your curiosity and teased him about it. now you wonder if you’d get to witness that.
but instead panic invades your veins as you notice one gang member whips out a pistol aimed at miguel’s back, who is currently too occupied beating up three other members. he’s gonna get shot. suddenly, you body goes into autopilot. without hesitation, you swiftly jump down and land right behind the bastard then knocked him out by kicking the back of his head, causing him to lose aim and fire the bullet off to the side instead. the gunshot startles spiderman and he swiftly turns around in concern only to find you standing there with the asshole on the floor. the eyes of his mask widen in disbelief.
“what the hell are you doing here?!”
“saving your ass from getting shot at.” you kick the gun away. “you’re welcome.”
“you need to get out of here now!” spiderman warns, shooting out webs to take down two approaching guys without looking away from you.
you were about to argue back when another guy comes running towards you both and you kicked him in the face knocking him out. there wasn’t any time to argue with a group of dudes attacking you so you teamed up together. miguel knocking them out with his webs, throwing punches here and there. you whooping their asses, kicking and punching while doing flawless flips and tricks. it’s actually quite fun fighting alongside the infamous spiderman. for once not fighting him but with him. watching the masked hero in action, it’s attractive as fuck. maybe you should interfere with his fights more often.
one idiot was pissing miguel off more than usual. the fight was getting aggravating and he was losing patience. aggressively grabbing the guy’s face with one hand and yanking him towards his face, miguel’s mask disintegrates and opens his mouth revealing those pearly sharp fangs. watching the guy’s eyes widen in pure terror before biting into his neck, causing the bastard to yelp in pain. the sound makes you turn around after knocking out the rest of the gang and your eyes widen in shock at the sight in front of you. spiderman is… biting the guy? what the actual fuck? the hero’s face is concealed since it’s buried in the guy’s neck, whose body squirm’s underneath him. you can’t believe what you’re seeing… what the actual fuck is spiderman doing?
once the venom is injected into the idiot’s veins and he feels his body weakened underneath, miguel lets him go causing the body to collapse on the ground without a care. glaring down at the paralyzed bastard, chest heaving and veins flowing with adrenaline. he wipes the blood off his lips with the back of his gloved hand then turns to you, not realizing you were watching the entire time.
your heart fucking drops.
drops into your fucking stomach. entire body completely frozen. blood gone too damn cold.
no fucking way… it can’t be true.
spiderman, the same man who saves and protects the lives of nueva york. the same man who everyone adores and praises for his heroic deeds. the same man who always caught your ass during a jewelry run. the same man who you’ve been teasing and sorta been developing some strange feelings for. the same man who is the boy you loved since college.
the same man who is your damn baby daddy.
miguel is fucking spiderman?!
the masked vigilante who has been chasing after you these past several months is the man you’ve never stopped loving and the father of your child?!
this whole fucking time it was him?!
“miguel?…” you whisper, standing there in pure disbelief. like you refused to believe it’s him.
his whole body freezes and fears settles in his bones when you said his name, his real name. those mahogany eyes widen in shock. “¿qué dijiste?”
“oh my god… it’s you…” you tremble, chest beginning to heave before the fire bursted into flames. “it was YOU! IT WAS YOU THIS WHOLE FUCKING TIME!”
miguel winces confusingly at your sudden burst of anger and accusations. “what the hell do you mean it was me? who the hell you even—”
you swiftly yank off your small mask, revealing your true identity and miguel fucking crumbles.
it’s… you?! you are the infamous black cat?! the same woman who’s been stealing jewelry. the same woman who’s been a pain his ass for months. the same woman who’s been driving him fucking crazy. black cat is the same woman he’s been in love with since collage and disappeared from his life for seven fucking years. the same woman who he’s been desperately searching for and found her after all these years yet only to find out she’s the fucking jewelry thief dressed in black latex this whole time.
the woman he never stopped loving is black cat.
miguel softly calls out your name, as if confirming himself that it’s actually you. “it’s you… you’re the fucking black cat?!” now it’s his burst of anger being unleashed. “it’s been you after these months?!”
“don’t fucking yell at me!” you point at him. “you don’t fucking get to give me shit when you’ve been fucking SPIDERMAN THIS WHOLE TIME!” you shouting echos throughout the alleyway.
“you think i was just gonna give away my fucking identity?! no!” he argues and takes a few steps closer. a huge frown settled on his face, pissed off as much as you are. “so you don’t give me shit for not telling you when i didn’t know it was you!”
“BABOSO! (asshole)” your boiling anger causes you to kick miguel in the chest before he can closer to you, making him stumble a bit with a groan.
with a frustrated groan, you turn away from him. running both hands down your heated face. miguel closes his eyes for a moment to calm down, pinching the bridge of nose and taking a heavy breath.
“it all makes sense now…” you whisper, slowly shaking your head. miguel looks back at you with furrowed brows but remains silent to let you speak. “no fucking wonder you felt so familiar. i thought i going crazy, that no fucking way it was you. it couldn’t be you…” you turn around to face him again but with a tender look that warms his heart.
“i felt it too…” miguel breaths out heavily, head hanging low and hands on his hips.
“what?” you’re surprised.
“the familiarity.” he confessed, looking back at you. “I felt it too. i thought…” he heavily sighs, running a hand through his hair. “i thought the same, thinking it was impossible for it to be you but… it’s true.”
silence falls in between you two. tension, feelings, unanswered questions lingering in the heavy air. a moment to sallow and digest the hard truth.
glancing back at miguel, you take a really good look at him. specifically at his face. those two piercing crimson orbs. with your past encounters with him, you heavenly really paid attention to his eyes and the fact they are red, not the brown ones you adored so much. those chestnut eyes that you’d stare at for hours, mesmerized by how beautiful they were. but now they were replaced a fierce shade of red. vehement, ominous, intimidating. but it doesn’t strip them of their beauty. it’s a vibrant kind of red, like a red gem. dazzling in the back of dark cave. like the pretty gems the seven dwarfs mine for in snow white, one of gabriella’s favorite films. his eyes, no matter the color, are nevertheless breathtaking. below are those sharp fangs that you just witnessed moments ago. pearly white, shape canines that possess some type of poison or something to knock someone out.
“what happened?”
as if he read your mind, miguel knew what you were referring to, making him sigh heavily. “alchemax. after my internship, i got a position there. deal with genetic machinery.” he turns away, concealing the shame. “there was an accident… some bastard screwed me over and… caused this.” he gestures at his eyes, fangs, and talons. “half-spider DNA.”
your eyes slightly widen at the reveal. half spider DNA? insane. “the spiderman name is no joke.”
miguel shakes his head, biting back a smile at your joke. still manage to crack jokes in serious matters, you never changed. a part he loved about you.
still loves.
looking back at you, miguel takes in your appearance and remembers why you do this. “how long have you been doing this?” he gestures at your latex suit.
“a few years. waitressing doesn’t really pay the bills much so i went against my morals. i know what i’m doing is wrong but it’s worth it for my daughter.”
miguel’s expression softens when you mention your daughter, remembering the little girl. the one who yelled at him in public for bothering you. the one who ran into the hospital room worried about her mother. the one who smiled at him for saving her mother. a sweet little girl you have. but then he remembers how similar she looked to him, like him. the features and traits he carried, she did too. when he pinned the points together, miguel wanted to crumble. not only he’s been dying to talk to you to know how and where the hell you’ve been the last seven years but also to ask about your daughter. a question that’s been infiltrating his mind since the day he saw you.
“your daughter…” miguel hesitates for a moment, preparing himself for possibly the hardest truth he has ever faced. “is she…?”
you close your eyes. the moment you’ve been dreading for, it has finally come.
“yes.”
his heart shatters. he brings up a hand to conceal the painful expression on his face. if he didn’t had enhanced strength, miguel would’ve collapsed.
he is a father. to a bright little girl.
tears swell up in his eyes. it’s earthshaking, unbelievable. these past seven years, he had a daughter. a daughter he shares with you, the love of his life, the girl he fell in love with from college. thinking back on college, miguel remembers you disappearing from his life after graduation. blocked him on everything, unable to reach you.
now it made sense.
but there’s one question bothering him.
“why didn’t you tell me?” he whispers, bringing down his hand from his face but refuses to look you. as if he’s scared to, scared to face the truth.
tears prickle in your eyes. the emotions that have been buried inside for so many years finally start boiling up. the dam breaks, the volcano erupts.
“because i didn’t want to hurt you.”
miguel looks back with shocked eyes, in pure disbelief. “what?”
hurt him? how could you possibly hurt him? he is the one who did the hurting, leaving you alone to carry and raise a baby. but a baby he never knew of.
the tears couldn’t hold back, now trailing down your face. “the week before graduation, i found out i was pregnant. i-i was so s-scared. angry at myself for being so fucking careless but we both were.”
yes, you both were stupid careless barely young adults. miguel should’ve known better, that his pull out game was terrible and should’ve stacked up on condoms more often. god, he wants to smack himself. such an irresponsible fucking idiot.
“i was so scared, miguel, i-i didn’t know how to tell you.” you sob, unable to control the tears any longer and honestly you don’t care. “then, i remembered you told me about your internship at alchemax a few weeks before and how excited you were. you looked so happy, miguel…” you offered a teary smile that shattered his heart into a million pieces. “i knew how much that meant for you and i was so happy for you. you had your life planned and i couldn’t ruin that. i couldn’t, miguel… i couldn’t hurt you. i couldn’t ruin your life with an unexpected pregnancy. it felt wrong, i loved you too much to hurt you.”
the truth finally revealed after seven years.
miguel’s heart crumbles into more pieces. he can’t believe it. physically, mentally, emotionally, all of the above. this heartbreaking revelation completely destroys him. you kept the most life-changing, earth-shattering secret because you didn’t want to hurt him? ruin his life? his heart aches terribly with immense guilt. he feels like the biggest fucking asshole. you went through so much painful emotions and inner turmoil while he was what? celebrating about his internship and graduation. what a fucking asshole. it breaks his already broken heart.
“that’s why i left you. blocked you on everything right after graduation. i left the stadium crying because i couldn’t face you. i couldn’t tell you so i left… it’s my fault.” you confess through teary eyes. “it’s my fault you never knew, not yours. please don’t blame yourself, you never knew. you shouldn’t feel bad for not knowing, not being there because it’s my fault. and no matter how many fucking times i wanted to call you, reach out to you to tell, i was too scared. scared that you’d be mad, that you didn’t want to be a part of it.” you wipe some tears off your face, not caring if it ruined your makeup and look like a melted candle. “i’m so sorry, miguel… for hurting you, keeping this from you, keeping her from you.”
now miguel is crying too, silently.
“i’m so, so sorry!” you completely break down, burying your teary face into your palms. the guilt caught up to you, consuming you entirely.
miguel swiftly charms in and takes you in his arms before you could collapse, holding you tight against his chest. one arm wrapped tightly around you and his other hand cupping the back of your head. each sob breaks a piece of his heart, causing him to tighten his hold on you as you continue sobbing into his chest. miguel has always hated seeing you cry, but this one hurts more, too painful. even though you said it’s your fault, miguel still believes it’s his too. it takes two to make a baby, he is the reason why you never told him. he is responsible too.
“i forgive you.”
you pull back a little to look up at him confusingly. “w-what? but i lied to you, hurt you for keeping—”
“i forgive you,” he states softly, bringing his hands up to gently cup your face. “because i love you.”
your eyes widen in shock. “w-what?”
“i love you. i’ve loved you since the moment i met you in biology.” the pad of his thumbs gently wipe your tears. “the day i became your tutor was the best day of my life because i met the most beautiful girl ever.” a heavy sigh escapes his lips. “i was stupid to not tell you, it was the biggest mistake in my life and i hated myself for it. because of that and our stupid mistakes, i lost you...” the thought makes his heart ache. “when you started avoiding me, i was worried and thought i did something wrong and tried reaching out to you but you never did. then, i never saw you again after graduation. i looked for you everywhere, called you, text you but then when i realized you blocked me completely… i broke.” he swallows those emotions building in his throat. “i… i cried… because i lost the love of my life.”
his confession makes your heart swell with intense love and a thousands other emotions. unbelievable and overwhelming but in a positive way.
“i tried looking for you everywhere, tried reaching out to your friends and family but they never answered. all i could think about was wondering what happened to you, why you disappeared, why you never told me anything.” those crimson orbs bore into your soul. “i never stopped looking for you.”
your breath hitches, staring up at him with wide eyes. all this time, he’s been looking for you?
“i never stopped thinking about you, wondering where you were, if you were okay. i never stopped.” miguel confesses. “then when i saw you that day with… your daughter… i couldn’t fucking believe it. after seven fucking years of wondering and searching, i found you. i actually found you…” he lets out a heartily chuckle. “beautiful since the day i met you, even more now.” his compliment makes your cheeks warm, something he always manages to do. “but then seeing you with her…” you know he’s referring to gabriella, your guys’ daughter. “seeing you as a mom wasn’t what i expected. i couldn’t believe it but then when i noticed how familiar she looked, i thought i was going insane.”
the shocking realization on miguel’s face from that day flashes through your mind. you knew he put the pieces together and figured it out at that moment.
“i’m sorry for avoiding you,” you softly inject, looking up at him with glossy eyes. “i-i was scared, of your reaction, what you’d say, if you were mad. i freaked out and couldn’t bare to face you.”
miguel shakes his head. “i wasn’t mad, never. i just was… shocked.” his eyes shift down for a moment while his hands caresses your face. “shocked that i had a daughter…” then, his gaze returns to yours. “she has my nose, the first thing i noticed.”
that elicits a soft chuckle from you. “yeah, i noticed too when she was born. she’s your mini you.”
a soft moment bonding over your daughter.
“i never stopped loving you, miguel.” you quietly confess, placing your hands on top of his. “even years later, i never stopped either. every time i look at gabi, i see you.” your lashes flutter and heart soars. “she’s so smart and passionate like you. sometimes i wonder if she even got anything from me since she’s so much like you in so many ways.” a soft chuckle slips past your lips. “she is you in every way.”
his heart soars too, with such love. this furthers his desire to get to know his daughter and build a possible relationship. most importantly to win you back, to be in your life again if you want to. to be part of yours and gabriella’s life. to be a family. something miguel never thought he could have.
“now… i know this is a lot for you. i mean, come on, you just found out you have a kid after years without knowing. so i want you to know that i don’t expect anything from you at all.” you assured him. “i don’t wanna pressure you into this. it’s your decide if you want to be part of her life. i know i took away those first seven years from you and i’m sorry. but… you have the choice if you want be there or not.”
“mi alma, of course i want to be there for her.” miguel doesn’t hesitate to answer. this news doesn’t stop his world from spinning. an opportunity to not miss. “but i want to be there for you… if you let me.”
his words caught you off guard.
“you… want me?”
“sí, mi vida.” miguel leans a bit closer, a loving smile tugging on his plump lips. “i’ve always wanted you, to be with you. officially, this time.”
your heart swells with intense love, a bit overwhelming but in a good way. he truly wants to be with you, part of your life, as well gabriella’s? it’ll be a new change but you gladly accept it, especially if it means for your daughter to have both loving parents.
“i’ve always wanted to be with you too.” you confess softly with a light smile and fluttering lashes.
miguel’s heart is swoon, swollen with adoration. words he has been dreaming of for years. he’s not gonna lose this opportunity. he’s not gonna lose you again. there will be many changes to come but miguel is willing to do that for you, and his daughter.
when you told gabriella the truth, it took her some time to process it. even for a seven year old, learning a difficult truth can be hard to understand. all her life she has only known her mother and never learned much of her father. in the beginning, you simply explained that her dad went away. although it was not entirely a lie, you had to explain to your daughter why she didn’t have a dad like other kids. but now with the truth, it was a little challenging. gabriella wasn’t convinced at first. mainly due to the fact that her father is the same guy who was bothering you at the store and also saved you from the accident. she was honestly shocked. interrogated both you and miguel, mainly him. never had he felt nervous because of a kid. you both were an anxious mess when you all gathered in your living room, you seated next to gabi and miguel across. despite wanting to be together again, to give it another shot, you had to make sure gabriella was comfort with it all. comfortable with knowing her father, welcoming him into her life, and being a part of it. prior to the conversation, you thought to yourself: would gabi be okay with this? okay with miguel being in her life? okay with him and you together? despite how happy you and miguel were about the possibility of a future together, you still wanted to make sure she was truly comfortable with it. you didn’t want to push the idea on her or make her feel uncomfortable. like every parent, the child must come first.
but over time, gabriella accepted it and welcomed miguel into both your lives. in fact, she was elastic to finally have a dad in her life. the moment she jumped into his arms, miguel’s heart swelled with immense love and happiness. forever grateful for her acceptance and to finally be her dad. tears swelled up in your eyes when you witnessed that heartwarming moment and joined in the hug after gabi begged you to. it was the beginning of a new chapter for your family, welcoming a new member. one of the happiest days of your life. a day you dreamed of but never thought it would happen. as time passes, new adjustments were made. miguel being part of your life now is so… different but amazing. he really stepped up into the role of a father. offering to take and pick up gabi from school. show up to her soccer games, proudly wearing a jersey with her number on it and being the loudest parent in the crowd cheering her on. participating in family outings like going to playgrounds, movies, the beach, cool restaurants, and amusement parks. attend any school events, volunteer as a chaperone for field trips. the man is really putting the effort and you can’t be any more grateful for it.
currently, you’re doing your nightly routine. freshly washed, skin lathered in lotion, dressed in a mini lilac satin nightgown, your playlist softly playing from your phone, candles glowing softly in the dark. a perfect evening for selfcare. gabriella is staying at your parents for the weekend, meaning you have the apartment to yourself for the next two days. a chance to relax and enjoy being child-free. while fixing up your hair (in whatever way you usually do depending on your style/texture before going to bed), you hear a light thud coming from your room which makes your head snap in that direction. sudden anxiety does through your veins. what the fuck was that? black cat mode turns on. grabbing the blow dryer since it was heaviest object accessible, you quietly exit the bathroom and steadily move towards your room. hiding behind the wall, right next to the doorframe, you turn a little to catch a sneak peek of the intruder. your eyes widen in shock. that sneaky son of a bitch dressed in red and dark blue climbs through your window, which you idiotically forgot to lock. a huge wave of relief courses through you as you lower the blow dryer in your hands and come out from hiding approaching him.
“what the fuck, miguel?”
you notice those crimson orbs briefly scan your figure, trailing over the silky nightgown. lingering a little too long on, what you suspect, your cleveage. the top of the nightgown is quite low, giving him a nice glimpse. typical but it doesn’t offend you, rather makes you smirk a little. a simple nightgown can make him his mind go haywire and you love it.
his eyes finally meet yours then the blow dryer in your hand. “you chose that to defend yourself?” he deadpans, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“shut up,” you scowl, rolling your eyes. “it was the heaviest thing i could grab.” you place the hair dryer on your vanity. “why the hell did you climb through my window? i thought you were an intruder.”
“why didn’t you lock your window?”
“no me jodas, miguel.” you cross your arms, matching his stance. “contéstame.”
your feistiness is one thing he loves about you.
“i wanted to see if you were okay.”
your heart flutters. “well, i’m fine despite the fact you almost gave me a damn heart attack.”
“dramática,” that earns him a glare, causing him to chuckle a little. “i’m sorry, i was out on patrol so i couldn’t be seen by your neighbors.”
you roll your eyes but you understand. “just give me a heads up or something next time.”
he nods. “and gabi?”
“with my parents, remember? for the weekend.”
“ah, sí…”
small silence falls in between you. only the gentle tunes of your music playing from your phone lingers in the background and distant beeps of cars flying outside. although, it wasn’t awkward silence but there is some tension. you and miguel have been alone together numerous of times before, but strangely enough this time feels different. you notice it when miguel starts averting his eyes from yours, looking down or around your room. the clenching of his jaw, tensed shoulders, sight frown on his face. he’s thinking, conflicted with something.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, slowly stepping closer.
“nada… i just…” he paused before sighing. “lo siento, mi alma for disbursing your night. ya me voy.” he turns to leave but you quickly yet gently grab his wrist, stopping him and looking back at you.
“don’t leave… please.” your soft plead almost makes miguel crumble to his knees. “what’s wrong? i know you’re thinking, you can tell me.”
those thick brows furrowed, crimson eyes glancing at the ground instead of your own. a glint of hesitation in them. he sighs before finally speaking.
“do you want this?”
now your brows furrowed. “do i want what?”
“this,” his eyes finally meet yours. “me being part of your life, gabi’s life. are you really okay with this?”
your expression softens a bit but the confusion remains. “of course i’m okay with this. i’m happy you’re part of this family, miguel. are you not…?”
you can’t help the doubt clouding your mind, afraid that he is having second thoughts about this because the truth is miguel being a part of it all has been amazing. in fact, your life has been better since miguel became more involved. not only for you but for gabriella as well. it feels like a true happy family and you didn’t want that to end.
his eyes widen worryingly, internally panicking. “no, no, no, mi alma. of course i’m happy, the happiest i’ve ever been in my life.” his large hands gently rest on your upper arms, holding you close. “it’s just… i know we’ve been doing this for gabi pero…” a small pause to release a sigh. “i wasn’t sure if you wanted to be with me again, if you were okay with me.”
your expression softens even more, replaced with a sympathetic one. insecurity gets the best of us, you understand where he’s coming from. “i meant what i said back in the alleyway that night. i’ve always wanted you, miguel. i’ve always loved you since that day you became my tutor for bio.” you smile at the memory. “so yes, i do want to be with you and i do want this.” you lean closer. “i want you.”
that confession and tender glint in those pretty eyes were all he needed to give in. his hands very slowly rise to gently cup your cheeks as miguel bends down to reach your face, not giving a shit about the potential back pain. those scarlet orbs boring into your pretty ones, overflowing with immense adoration. the close proximity makes your lashes flutter and both your hearts racing.
“¿puedo?” he whispers against your lips.
you roll your eyes, grinning. he’s still respectful even when you desperately want him to kiss you and devour your lips after what feels like an eternity because goddamnit you miss those plump ass lips.
“ya bésame, miguel.”
your inpatient attitude makes him grin before leaning forward to finally capture your lips with his after a fucking lifetime. the moment you both have been waiting for, dreaming of for years. like fireworks exploding in both your bodies. the longing, the desperation all expressed in the kiss. two souls finally reconnected after what felt like an eternity. goddamnit did he miss those soft lips, the same ones that haunted his dreams for seven years. too damn long and he ain’t gonna waste it, leading miguel to apply more pressure into the kiss which earns him a heavenly moan that almost makes his core throb. the kiss advanced more heated and desperate, savoring the taste of each other. a full blown makeout session. soft moans and groans lingering in the air, hands roam over each other’s bodies. your hands gripping his thick neck, one hand gripping his brown locks which elicits a groan from him. softly gasping when miguel’s large hands squeeze and grope your curves over the silkiness of your nightgown a little possessively, leaving you hot and bothered.
while messily making out, miguel hoists you in his arms and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he walks towards the bed. your lips never detached as he carefully placed you down on the plush mattress, your back against the silky sheets and him settled in between your legs. fingers digging and gripping those soft brown curls, hands roaming over those muscular shoulders and thick neck, sending shivers of pleasure down miguel’s spine. those same damn muscles you missed touching, the rippling sensation underneath your fingertips, digging your nails into them. miguel has always worked out since those college days, had muscle since but definitely gained more these past seven years and you can feel how muscular he’s gotten. maybe that half-spider DNA thing had some influence, enhanced his muscles and build. but besides that, you just miss touching them. thankfully you recently got your nails done, a fresh set ready to mark your canvas. you’re even more eager to do so because you know digging your nails into his back drives miguel crazy, to hear those heavenly groans.
a soft gasp escapes your lips as you feel one of miguel’s gloved hands slowly slip the hem of your nightgown up your thigh, his fingertips reaching your inner thighs. a move you’re familiar with and always made you tremble, still remember even years later. god you miss him touching you. those calloused hands roaming and groping your curves, every inch of you, melting under his additive touch. miguel moved away from your mouth but eases your concerns as he travels down, leaving a trail of kisses from your jawline to your neck. soft moans fall from your lips at the addictive sensation, mind becoming putty. one hand rested in his hair and the other gripping onto his shoulder, feeling the holographic particles of his suit under your fingertips. his hands continue roaming your body as miguel leaves wet kisses on your neck, intending on marking you.
“missed this,” he mumbles in between kisses and licks, drunk on your skin. “missed you, bebita.”
that old nickname from college, the one you adored, makes your heart flutter, responding with a soft whimper and a tug on his hair. “miguel~”
“seven fucking years…” a gasp escapes your lips when you feel his fangs gently prickling your skin. “you have any idea what that did to me?” his voice drops an octave, seductive. “the love of my life taken from me for seven years? drove me insane, bebita.”
another soft whimper falls from your lips when his fangs gently nipping your skin then leaves kisses over the sensitive area, making you arch your back. so utterly desperate to feel more of him. also, him calling you the love of his life? drove you over the fucking edge even more. god, you love this man.
“seven years without you, your voice, your laugh, your scent, your lips…” he whispers while his hands slowly roam and grope over your body, sending shivers of please through you and making your mind putty. “drove me fucking crazy, hermosa.” another few kisses on your neck before he lifts his head up to look down at you with intense adoration, lips hovering yours. “i’m not wasting a fucking second.”
your heart flutters and you don’t waste a second either by cupping his face and yanking him down to your lips together in a kiss filled with intense love, reuniting your souls. miguel swiftly trails down to your chest and buries his face in your cleavage, making out with your covered breasts. soft moaning as his calloused hands squeeze and knead your tits through the silky material of your nightgown. your hands play with his hair again, digging in those soft brown curls as endless soft moans spill from your lips at the incredible sensation miguel is providing you. moaning out his name and arching your back as his tongue slides over the roundness of your exposed breast. alternative between each one, kissing and licking the soft sensitive skin as his hands continue kneading and squeezing the squishy fat.
“miguel!~” you moan a bit louder and arch your back as he sucks your nipples through the silky nightgown, leaving a wet stain on the fabric.
he responds with a muffled groan, busy with providing much affection towards your delicate breasts. miguel then slowly trails down your body, kissing over the silky fabric of your nightgown, mind hazy from your fingers combing through his hair. god he misses that addictive sensation so much. like your nails were meant to be digging and playing with his hair and it always made his mind putty. miguel reaches towards the hem of your nightgown and slowly raises it, exposing your stomach and cute white panties. the cool air hitting your core makes you gasp softly. miguel grins at the wet stain on your panties but his attention is on your belly. he peppers it with adoring kisses and sinful licks, eliciting more of those cute soft noises he adores so much. that same noises that drive miguel fucking crazy. he’s drunk on your soft skin, savoring it and worshiping your body like a temple. to him, you are his temple.
a soft gasp falls from your lips as you feel his own on your clothed pussy, a bit too eagerly inhaling your scent. “still have that same sweet fucking scent, years later and it still drives me crazy.” he murmurs against the fabric. that sweet scent of yours is a like a fucking drug, intoxicating and addictive.
“miguel, please~” you whine, your needy fingers gripping onto his hair as a sign. he’s right there, your core throbbing terribly, and you’re losing your mind.
the bastard has the audacity to chuckle at your neediness. “¿qué quieres, bebita?” the teasing is inevitable, you’re adorable when you’re needy for him. but he’s also losing his mind too.
“no me jodas, miguel.”
that earns him a slightly harsh tug on his hair, causing his grin to widen. miguel has always adored when you’re bossy. the man may be 6’9 of pure muscle but will succumb to his knees when bossed around by a woman. a major turn on for him.
“relájate, bebé.” he softly chuckles. “i’ll take care of you like i always do, lo prometo.”
he is right, miguel always took care of you during sex. teasing but always a gentle provider. flashbacks of all your guys’ hookups during college ran through your mind. he always made sure you were comfortable, asking if you were okay no matter how steamy or soft the moment was. that baritone voice laced with tenderness whispering sweet praises, like dipped in honey while his body provided you pleasure in impeccable ways. hitting that sweet spot so perfectly, releasing intense yet fantastic ecstasy like waves coursing through your body. calloused hands roaming and groping every curve that makes your mind droopy. every touch, thrust, praise is overwhelming pleasure. you had always appreciated miguel’s care and thanked him every time, which resulted in him responding that you deserved to be treated with gentleness, every girl does. made your heart flutter every time. seven years later, he still cares the same and your heart still flutters.
using his talons to grip the edge of your panties, miguel slides them down your legs. “chinga… estás mojada, preciosa.” miguel curses at the fucking fountain between your legs. seven years later and you’re still wet for him? drives him fucking insane.
the mouthwatering sight fuels that burning desire inside him, causing him to quickly toss the discarded panties somewhere in the room as miguel gets on his knees at the edge of the bad and grab you by the thighs pulling you closer towards him. you squeal his name but miguel is too focused on your glistening folds, licking his lips in anticipation for the greatest meal that he has been dying for after what feels like an eternity. there is no time to react when miguel swiftly puts your legs over his bulky shoulders and immediately dives into your glistening pussy. yelping in surprise as his lips viscously suckles and tongue rapidly flickers your clit. one hand instinctively gripping his hair while the other does the same with the bed sheets as you throw your head back in pleasure. the alternation of him sucking and flickering your sweet bundle of nerves causes intense waves of ecstasy coursing through you.
“oh!~” you moan loudly, gripping tightly on those brown locks like a lifeline. “miguel!~ oh my g—” cut off by your own moaning as he continues eating you out like a damn starved man, basically making you see stars sooner than you expected.
miguel is too lost in the pretty valley between your legs to form any proper thought other than how fucking sweet you still taste after all these years. the same sweet taste that he was addicted to, his own drug. brought back memories of all the times he ate you out, which was very often. the first time is a memory still imbedded in his mind to this day. oh his life changed forever that day, nothing never tasted better than that sweet pussy of yours. that sweet, addictive essence. pretty cunt weeping and swollen in pure arousal that burned his senses. a taste that lingered on his tongue for ages and still craved for more. this moment now was like he found an oasis after suffering from eternal heat for centuries.
“fuck…” his moan vibrates against your pussy, causing you to shudder while moaning endlessly. “seven years later and you still taste fucking sweet, bebita.” his tongue feverishly swirls and flicks your precious clit, eliciting endless pretty moans and whines that makes his cock twitch. motivates him to hear more of those pretty sounds like are music to his ears. his lips give your little pearl a few sucks, making you squirm cutely, before shifting down and dipping his sinful tongue into your throbbing pussy.
a loud squeal erupts from your throat as miguel’s tongue starts penetrating you. “miguel!~” your back arches off the bed like waves as the wet muscle maneuvers that send jolts of pleasure shooting throughout your body. a chorus of moans and whines bouncing off the four walls of your bedroom.
that sweet chorus is proof he is doing it right, providing you pleasure that you deserve. it fuels his desire to continue, to make you come undone on his sinful tongue. those crimson eyes look up at your panting figure in admiration. pretty lips opened letting those heavenly sounds. pretty back arching off the bedsheets like ocean waves. pretty belly contracting due to panting. the most gorgeous angel experiencing immense pleasure above him. a sight that miguel loves. if he could stay in between your legs forever, he would and die happily.
miguel’s tongue continues fucking you mercilessly as he uses one thumb to rub your precious bundle nerves. the sudden sensation elicits a loud moan from you, almost a scream. your cute reaction puts a smile on his face. his thumb draws slow sinful circles on your sensitive clit before sliding it up and down, side to side. the way your legs tremble on his bulky shoulders makes him chuckle.
“you remember that, bebita?” he whispers against your sensitive folds as his thumb continues playing with your clit, admiring your squirming form.
god, yes you do.
he pulled that move all the time when he ate you out back in college. those slow sinful circles on your delicate bundle of nerves. his thumb slowly moving it up and down then side to side. playing with you until you’re seeing stars and forgetting everything.
only miguel could do that to you.
“brought back memories?” his thumb keep toying with your clit while admiring you. “years later and i still remember, preciosa. i still remember it all.”
memories of your time in college flooded his mind. all the nights you and him hooked up. miguel taking you back to his dorm, barely opening the door while eating each other’s faces off and hands roaming each other’s bodies. clothes spread across the floor and hard to find the next morning. the dents on the wall from the headboard repeatedly banging against it due to miguel’s powerful thrusting which earned him multiple complaints from the guys next door. your sweet scent lingering in his sheets for weeks and refusing to wash them until it completely worn off. the few bras or panties you’d forget after leaving his dorm and he’d keep in his drawer for later purposes. some miguel would give back but keep the rest. endlessly changing the bag for his trash bin due to the big amount of used condoms filling up like a mountain and didn’t want his roommates to see it. the few times you’d hook up in the shower, whether at his dorm or yours. the bathroom mirrors fogged up, moans bouncing off the tile walls of the shower. the times you two would sneak off from public events like hanging out with friends. finding a secluded spot and miguel fucking you against the wall, trying to be quiet as much as possible.
the flooding memories makes miguel’s mind hazy and cock throb terribly. but his heart also aches because all those times neither of you confessed your feelings. just two stupid kids messing around until the consequences came up. he should’ve confessed back then and maybe you’ve been together raising gabi like a family. you wouldn’t have been alone raising her and dealt with the issues you’ve been through. a ping of guilt stabs his heart but miguel shakes off the feeling away, not wanting to to ruin this passionate moment. the confession and feelings have already been addressed. this moment now is rekindling your relationship.
miguel glances at you one last time before focusing back on your fluttering folds with his tongue. drawing patterns among your wet walls that elicit more heavenly sounds from you. the more flicks of his thumb and tongue, that warm feeling in your lower belly increases and your moans become louder and pitchier. a small whine almost falls from your lips when miguel removes his thumb from your swollen clit until it’s replaced with his tongue and two fingers slip pass your soaking folds, making you moan and gasp simultaneously. you moan out his name and he gently shushes you while continuing on pleasing you.
“m-miguel- oh my- OH!—” your back arches off the bed to an insane degree, thanks to your flexibility, as his fingers reach that sweet spot inside.
the combination of his tongue flickering your clit and his fingers pumping inside you was sending you to cloud fucking nine. miguel provides passionate licks on your sensitive little pearl before suckling on it, lowly moaning at the sensation. his fingers continue pumping inside your wet sensitive walls, curling them as they repeatedly hit your sweet spot. both his fingers and tongue pick up pace, determined to make you cum. miguel knows you’re close by the increased volume of your moans, urging him to go faster and make you see the whole damn universe.
“ah~ i’m gonna— miguel, i—”
“dámelo, bebé.”
his voice dipped in lust and adoration like honey was the cherry on top. more flicks of his tongue and fingers, you finally cum with the loudest moan ever, almost like a wail. back arched off the sheets and stars in your vision as you gush all over miguel’s face. the pleasure is so intense you even squirt, which he doesn’t mind at all but enjoy it all. miguel devours all of your sweet nectar like his life depends on it. acting like a greedy little shit and he isn’t ashamed of. slurping all of your cum like there is no tomorrow. his favorite meal ever and damn does he miss it so much. seven fucking years without your sweetness is torture. obscure noises flooded the room, the wetness of your cum and miguel’s muffled groans. your thighs tremble around his head, feeling overstimulated by the never-ending pleasure he is still providing with that devious tongue of his.
“m-miguel, stop~ please~” you whine, squirming in his hold. “it’s too m-much…” if he continues, you’re for sure you’re gonna pass out from pleasure.
his greed consumed him, still savoring your sweet cum. licking and sucking every ounce, not allowing a single drop go to waste. it’s been seven fucking years, miguel ain’t wasting this moment. finally once he has his fill, miguel releases your poor sensitive pussy with a pop! and has a huge smug ass grin. oh he really enjoyed his meal and ain’t afraid to show it. his lips and chin glistening with your cum. you’re too fucked out to even open your eyes, laying there breathless and a bit overstimulated. miguel wipes his chin clean with the back of his hand and licks the leftover of your cum around his lips as he gently lifts your legs from his shoulders and hovers above you.
“are you okay?” he looks down at you concerningly with a gentle hand on your cheek, a major contrast to his lustful attitude moments ago.
you respond with a weak ‘mhm’ due to your breathlessness, eyes still closed. that man really did a number on you and hasn’t even fucked you yet.
those scarlet eyes scan over your fucked out, angelic form. eyes closed, chest heaving with a coat of sweat glistening in the moonlight, breathless, hair disheveled, thighs trembling, cunt swollen. the afterglow looks so beautiful on you.
“you’re glowing, preciosa.” he coos with a heartfelt grin on his face, caressing your cheek.
“stop it~” you whine softly, trying to turn away from him but your tried body refused to. your cheeks are already warm, now you feel like a furnace.
he always complimented you after a steamy moment and it made you flustered every time.
even now, he still does.
miguel softly chuckles at your cute flustered expression. “es la verdad,” he leans down closer towards your ear. “you’ll be glowing more soon.”
the drop in his tone makes you shiver. finally opening your eyes and looking up at him, you admire his pretty face in the dark atmosphere of your bedroom for a moment. crimson eyes filled with adoration staring down at you. remembering the old chestnut ones you adore. no matter the color of his eyes, they are still beautiful and you never get tired of admiring them. raising your arms, you cup miguel’s face with your hands and pull him closer to kiss him, which he gladly reciprocates. you can taste yourself on his tongue as the passionate kiss continues.
much to miguel’s dismay, you pull away from the kiss and he frowns a little. a soft groan almost escapes his lips as he tries chasing yours but you keep moving away. his grumpiness makes you chuckle.
“take off the suit, arañito.” a hint of seductiveness in your tone, grinning up at him.
his body shivers at that. with no hesitation, miguel’s suit disintegrates by command. revealing his muscular nude form in all its glory. a soft gasp falls from your lips at the glorious sight above you. thick muscular arms caging you in. bulky shoulders that need to be gripped. broad chest decorated in scrumptious body chair. delicious abs followed by a mouthwatering happy trail that leads down to the thing you’ve been anticipating for.
throbbing cock sprung out, tip leaking with precum. damn it looks bigger than before. well, it’s been seven years so of course it has grown. that spider DNA really did some enhancements in all accepts. staring at it makes you wonder if it’ll fit.
miguel senses your apprehension, his expression softens. “i’ll go gentle, preciosa, lo prometo.” he brings up a hand and caresses your cheek with such tenderness, hoping to ease your worries. “if you need me to stop, dime. don’t be afraid to.”
your eyes shot up back at him, seeing the soft glint in his eyes before nodding. “i know you will.” you offer a soft smile, leaning into his touch.
his heart swoons, a feeing miguel hasn’t felt in a long time. a feeling that only you could make.
miguel stares at you for a moment longer, making sure you’re truly okay with this before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, which you gladly accept. he pulls away to position himself in between your legs. one arm holding himself above you while using the other to grip his throbbing cock in his hand. just as he aligns himself with your entrance, you strip yourself from the nightgown and toss it somewhere across the room, leaving yourself completely bare to his eyes. miguel’s breath hitches and pupils dilate drastically as those crimson eyes roam over your nude form. admiring your soft skin, stretch marks, supple breasts, perky nipples, every curve like a piece of art. you are a masterpiece.
“hermosa…” he whispers, mainly to himself but doesn’t mind that you heard him.
he can’t help it, you are utterly breathtaking and miguel isn’t afraid to admit that.
his compliment makes your cheeks warm and heart flutter. before he could properly align himself, miguel grabs a pillow and carefully slips it underneath your hips for support after softly asking you to lift them. once you’re comfortable, miguel realigns his cock with your cunt and slowly begins sliding in. a soft mewl escapes your lips as his thick length slowly slides through your warm, wet walls.
“fuck…” miguel curses, brow furrowed at the sensation of your slick cunt gripping onto him like a vice. “breathe, bebita. okay?”
you can only answer in a small mewl, trying to follow his advice but goddamn this man so big. it’s been seven years since you had him inside you and he feels a bit bigger now. will he even fit?!
the small frown on your face makes his chest ache. he’s hurting you. “i’m gonna stop.”
“no!” you quickly grip onto his bulky shoulder preventing him from moving away, leaving miguel surprised. “just give me a sec…”
“mi alma, you’re in pain. i’m stopping right now—”
“if you move right now, i’m gonna kill you.”
miguel stares down at you with a firm expression. you look back at him with the same look.
“i’m fine.” you reassure him, a sincere glint in your eyes. “it’s just… you’re… different now.”
he raises an amusing brow. “different?”
your eyes roll in annoyance. “oh shut up, you know exactly what i mean and don’t gloat about it.”
the bastard chuckles, which only fuels your annoyance and impatience. “no, preciosa, i don’t know what you mean. dime.”
that stupid smug ass grin on his handsome face.
ugh you just want to slap him.
“¡chingado, miguel!” you exclaim. “it’s been seven fucking years! of course you’re different!”
seeing you frustrated is utterly adorable. “oh so you feel a difference, huh?” his grin widens.
“ugh, yes! it’s been fucking ages since i’ve done this so that’s another thing!” you admit frustratingly, removing your hand from his shoulder.
that smug ass smirk completely wipes off his face and his expression turns more serious, eyes softened. “wait… you haven’t… been anyone since?…”
a sad sigh escapes your lips, turning your head away from him to the side concealing the embarrassment spreading across your face. “yes… i haven’t. especially with gabi, i haven’t had time to so…”
it’s true, since gabriella was born, you’ve been focused on taking care of her. no time for new romances. sure, there were a few gentle callers when your older siblings encouraged a few date nights. most were nice men but things never got serious mainly due to you rejecting afterwards and using gabriella as an excuse. which wasn’t entirely not true since she was, still is, your main responsibility. never participated in one night stands either, never liked the concept of them anyways. there wasn’t time to fulfill personal needs. for the last seven years, you’ve been focused on being a mother. perhaps now the lack of romance and pleasure is biting you in the ass now and god you never felt so embarrassed.
but besides that, your love for miguel never vanished. he still has your heart after many years. no other man could steal it the way he did. it was always him.
miguel’s eyes widen at your confession. all this time, you haven’t been with anyone but him since? seven years is a long time. you’ve actually… loved him… all this time? your heart still beats for him all this time, the same way his beats for yours? your love for him hasn’t outgrown? you truly still love him? miguel’s heart is overwhelmed with adoration for you. part of him is in disbelief because you, the woman he never stopped loving, still love him after everything you went through. never once your heart changed? it still beats for him after these many years? honestly, miguel believed you had moved on for the longest time. forgot about him and gave your heart to someone who truly deserved it, someone who wasn’t afraid to admit their feelings for you. although the thought of another man having your heart made his own ache but miguel believed you deserved a loving, caring partner. yet here you are confessing your underlying love for him all these years.
miguel allows your words to process for a moment, still hovering above you with only his tip slipped through your slick, throbbing folds. those crimson eyes meet your face, still turned away from him, and his brows frown a little in concern. he may not possess a spidey sense but he definitely senses your discomfort and wishes to fix that immediately.
“mi alma…” he calls softly, carefully bringing up a hand to caress your cheek in hopes of getting you to look back at him. “don’t feel guilty, it’s okay. i understand, i…” he grows quite for a moment, finding the right words. “i haven’t been with anyone either.”
his confession makes you turn and look back at him with surprise. “seriously?” you ask softly.
“sí…” he nods lightly, a bashful grin on his face. “there was never time for me either. always cooped up in the lab, sometimes stayed overnight.”
“miguel!” you whisper-yelled, gently nudging his shoulder as reprehending him.
his grin widens as he chuckles. “i know, i know.” he gently grabs your wrist that nudged him and give them a little kiss before resting your hand against his cheek. “some nights my coworkers and i would head to the nearest bar after work. they would try to get me drunk enough and hook me up with random women but i never did, was just never interested.”
the thought of miguel with another woman makes your stomach churn. but you can’t blame him if he wanted to since you disappeared from each other’s lives and went your own separate paths. during that time you never really thought of that possibility, only when you thought of miguel at times. but here he is reciprocating the same feelings. now both of you realize you haven’t been with other people since college, evidence of your love for each other.
the thought causes you to break into laughter, leaving a slightly confused miguel above you.
“¿qué?” miguel can’t help but crack a little smile, relishing the sweet sound of your laughter.
“sorry.” your laughter dies down, now softly chuckling while covering your eyes with a hand. “it’s just… that proves that we never really stopped thinking about each other.” you admit bashfully.
his smile widens into a toothy grin, his fangs peeking out. “no, we never did.” a soft chuckle slips passed his lips, leaning into your hand on his cheek. “and i won’t stop.” with his free hand, miguel gently removes yours that is covering your eyes. “nunca.”
there he goes again making your heart flutter. bringing up your other hand to cup his face completely, you stare up at him with a soft smile.
“me neither.”
you and miguel share a smile before colliding lips together once again. a symbol of unity.
much to your dismay, miguel pulls away for a moment. “do you still want this?” he glances down at the space between you two for emphasis.
you quickly nod, a bit too eagerly. “yes, i’m gonna fucking explode if you don’t get inside me right now.” that earns you a snort from him.
“alright, alright. i’m coming, amor.”
“oh you will for sure.”
a moment of shared laughter before settling down. after confirming you were okay one last time, miguel slowly slides through your slick walls. his thick length ever so carefully slipping through, letting you feel every inch, until he was balled deep. mouth hung open at the overwhelming stretch of his cock, a feeling you miss so damn much. a shared moan mingles in the air as your bodies connect. bulbous tip rested against your womb, making you whimper.
“¿estas bien, mi amor?” miguel softly asks, caressing your cheek as comfort.
you hum, eyes fluttering. “mueve, miguel~”
he could’ve cum from that whiney plead alone. with a staggering breath, he slowly draws his hips back before rolling them in. a slow deep thrust, making you moan and arch your back. miguel’s brows furrowed in concentration, keeping a steady rhythm to not overwhelm you. lifting himself on his strong forearms rested on each side of your head against the sheets. muscular form consuming your smaller one, clouding your vision. yours hands on his back, nails digging into the muscles that miguel adores. legs wrapped around his waist, thighs above his sturdy ones, cores connected as one. bodies moving in harmony, releasing pleasure within you both. this is the moment you and miguel have been yearning for after a very long time of separation.
miguel’s pupils dilate immensely at the sight of you underneath him, taking everything he is giving you. pretty lips shaped in an “o” shape releasing the prettiest sounds his ears have ever heard. eyes screwed shut and face contorted in pure ecstasy. back arched off the bed, gorgeous body moving in waves at each thrust he makes. it all drove miguel over the edge, creating a sense of pride coursing through his body. all those sounds and movements of ecstasy were because of him. also this the first time you’re having sex since him back in college so that also adds to his pride. all so overwhelming but miguel relishes it, causing his thrusts to increase.
“miguel!~ oh my—” you cut yourself off with a moan as his tip hits that sweet spot inside so perfectly. back arched off the bed and nails clawing his back.
your reaction makes his lips curl into a smile of pride. “qué hermosa.” miguel leans down closer, admiring your squirming form of pleasure while thrusting in your slick heat. “after seven years, you still take me so well, bebita. all this time you could’ve chosen someone else but never stop thinking about me, huh? thought about all those nights like this?” his hips thrust a bit deeper for emphasis, eliciting a gasp mixed with a moan from you. “did you, bebita?”
“y-yes i always did~” you moan shamelessly.
that inflates his pride and ego. “all those nights alone, in bed… you always thought about me, hm?” he decides to tease you a little, just like old times.
“f-fuck- yes!” a frustrated whine leaves your lips while acting like a moaning mess, causing him smile to widen before gently shushing you.
“shhh… relájate, bebé~ lo siento… ” one of his hands caresses your cheek, easing your growing frustration. “i always thought about you too.” his lips capture yours in a kiss while continuing making love, swallowing those pretty moans he loves dearly.
the air is mingled with your moans and miguel’s groans as the love-making progresses. the tip of his cock repeatedly kissing your sweet spot, driving you on edge. leaving your mind a putty mess. your hands rested on his muscular back, nails digging into his skin leaving indents and scratch marks. the burning sensation makes him hiss a little bit miguel doesn’t mind because they’ll be a reminder of you and your love for him. one of your hands slide off his back and sluggishly lands on the bed. miguel gently takes it with his own and pins it beside your head with fingers intertwined, making it more intimate.
you part away from his lips as he does a deep thrust. “oh miguel~” you moan breathlessly. head thrown back against the sheets, brows furrowed and mouth agape in ecstasy. god he feels so fucking amazing.
miguel gazes down at you with pure adoration and in his eyes. a grin tugging on his lips. “qué linda.”
in one swift motion, miguel flips you both over the bed. the sudden movement makes you gasp in surprise. if you weren’t indulging in intense pleasure right now, you would’ve smacked the back of his head as reprehending. now miguel sits up on the bed and you in his lap straddling him. you wrap your arms around his bulky shoulders, nuzzling your face into his chest as more moans spill from your lips. miguel securely holds you, one arm wrapped around your upper back and the other around your waist, as if he’s hugging you. his face buried in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. the position is so intimate, embracing each other as you make love.
your head tips back releasing endless moans as miguel continues thrusting into your heated core, his bulbous tip angled perfectly in this position hitting that sensation spot. the intense the pleasure grows, the tighter your grip on his hair gets which miguel doesn’t mind but rather relishes it. he loved when you’d tug on his hair, it was a sign that you were feeling good. he missed that feeling, you gripping onto him in every possible way, reflecting the pleasure you were experiencing. with your head ripped back and neck exposed, miguel seizes the opportunity to plant delicate kisses on the soft skin. kissing, sucking, licking. even a little bite which makes you squeal. miguel couldn’t resist the urge to dig his fangs into your celestial skin, only just a tiny nip and that was it. he would never hurt you. only a little love bite, a reflection of his love for you. but miguel really wanted to use his fangs on you to fulfill a strange sexual fantasy of his. he knows you’ll give him shit about it later but right now he doesn’t care.
lifting away from your now hickey covered neck, miguel admires your blissful form. holding you like you’re the most delicate piece of art. witnessing you experience immense pleasure is a sight he will never ever get tired of. his beautiful angel.
“mi amor hermosa~” he coos, grinning when you let out a whimper. “qué tan hermosa~”
“miguel~” you whine softly, feeling flustered by his sweet words of affection and overwhelmed by his thick cock thrusting in and out of you.
“mírame, mi amor.”
you let out another whine in protest, already feeling too flustered to look at him but you do anyways. reluctantly opening your eyes, your blissful ones finds those scarlet orbs already looking at you filled with lust and adoration. seeing your gorgeous blown out eyes makes miguel smile lovingly.
“there’s my beautiful girl.”
the sweet endearment warms your cheeks, staring up at him with fluttering lashes before tugging him by the neck to press your lips against his.
“té quiero, miguel.” you whisper against his lips. the kind of whisper containing a sprinkle of love meant for his heart and his heart only.
and his heart was swoon with intense adoration by your soft confession. like it sealed the deal, a heart-shaped locket around your souls and forever together. never letting go of each other ever again.
“té quiero, mi alma. té quiero tanto.” he whispers in between kisses. “i never stopped loving you,” one deep thrust. “and i never will.” a much deeper one, sending you over the edge. back arched, head thrown back, moaning prettily. making him smile.
the love confessions makes the love-making more intimate, beautiful. desperately holding onto each other in a loving embrace. your nails clawing his bulky shoulders and biceps. miguel’s hands roaming over your body, worshiping you in his lap. another deep thrust from him causes your back to arch, exposing your bare chest to his hungry gaze. without hesitation, miguel dips down and captures a perky nipple with his lips, suckling it before swirling his tongue around it. eliciting more of those heavenly moans that are music to his ears. his mouth provides much affection towards your breasts as his cock continues pumping into your slick sensitive pussy.
very slowly and steadily, miguel fills you both over back in the old position, him above and you underneath. your grip on his bulky shoulders tighten when his thrusts quicken, increasing that burning sensation in your core. miguel knows it, senses it, and it motivates him to keep thrusting until you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. utterly lost in that sweet cunt of yours, greedily sucking him in and squeezing the fuck out of him. seven fucking years and you still have a vice grip on him.
“miguel, i—” cut off by your own moan as the burning sensation in your core intensifies with each thrust, like a firework is about to combust.
“i know, bebé. i fuck—” miguel groans, brows pinched together in pleasure as he feels you clenching around him so damn tight. reaching down with a hand, miguel flicks your clit to give you more pleasure. each flick in unison of his thrusts. “cum, mi amor.” he coos when you squeal at the sudden stimulation, observing you with pure adoration.
several more flicks and thrusts, you cum beautifully with a loud moan of his name. probably the loudest moan of the night that the whole neighborhood can hear. the most beautiful moan falling those gorgeous lips, pretty back arched, head thrown back in ecstasy, your sweetness gushing over his cock. miguel savored it all, a sight meant for him and him only, forever imbedded in his mind. after a few thrusts, his hips stutter before spilling himself inside of you, hot white spurts into your womb, and pumping you full. the warm, filling sensation makes you moan softly. feeling utterly filled by him. you both remain like that while recovering from your intense highs. sweaty bodies connected. your synchronized breathing echoing in the room.
“you okay?” lifting himself by the elbows, miguel looks down at you with a concerned look. “did i hurt you?” he caresses your cheek lovingly.
you lean into his touch with closed eyes, softly humming. “no, i’m fine. just had a nice workout.”
miguel huffs, rolling his eyes but has a grin tugging on his lips. “tonta…” he leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead before slowly pulling out, eliciting a soft whine from you. he gently shushes you with another soft kiss then slowly rises off the bed to fetch a towel from your bathroom.
you simply lay there, allowing exhaustion to flow through your sweaty overheated body. not even a minute, you hear him come back and softly hum when you feel the fabric of the towel down your inner thighs. he’s being gentle as possible to not overwhelm you. giving your thighs tender rubs and kisses as comfort while cleaning you up. even years later, miguel is still ever so gentle with you and providing the aftercare you need. it brought you back memories from your college days. a younger version of miguel, who wore glasses, being so gentle with you and whispering the sweetest praises after a good fucking. still carries that gentleness but now as a man. a man you wholeheartedly adore.
once you’re cleaned up and cleaned himself, miguel tosses the dirty towel in the hamper and digs into your drawers for new panties. you hear the ruffling, causing your eyes to open and turn your head to the side. grinning at the hunk of a man digging through your dresser. almost laughing when he opened the wrong drawers before finding the correct one. as your lips part open to say something, your eyes detect the fresh cold water bottle on the nightstand. the sight brings a smile to your face.
always thoughtful.
once he finds a new pair of panties, miguel returns and kneels by the your side carefully slipping the new garment for you, which you deeply appreciate, then proceeds to slip into his boxers. you sit up and reach for the water bottle on the nightstand but miguel swiftly steps in and grabs it, opening it for you.
“loving the royal treatment.” you can’t help but giggle at his chivalry and he shakes his head. you definitely caught that little grin.
kneeling by your side, he brings the bottle up to your lips while his other hand is placed on your back as support. “drink, hermosa.” you so do, taking a few sips that leaves him unsatisfied. “más, mi amor.”
complying, you drink bigger sips. relishing the cool, refreshing water down your bit irritated throat from all that moaning and screaming. once you’ve drank enough that left him satisfied, miguel drank some himself while you get under the covers. he leaves the bottle on the nightstand and joins you in bed. his muscular arms scoop you up, bringing you to his chest. you softly sigh as you snuggle into his warmth that always felt comforting. his heartbeat against your ear, soothing you into a relaxed state. embracing each other in comfortable silence as the weight of tonight’s events slowly soothes down.
“did you seriously bite me?”
miguel groans embarrassingly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “i knew you were gonna mention that.”
“got a biting kink?” you tease.
“it was just… in the moment.”
you snort, lightly slapping his chest. “in the moment, my ass. you definitely got a biting kink and went to town on my neck. probably gonna look like dracula bit me… oh shit, you’re basically dracula.”
miguel swiftly looks down at you with a frown, baffled that you compared him to one of the most famous gothic fictional characters. “i’m not dracula and i don’t have a biting kink.”
oh that’s a fatass lie. he does have a biting kink after attempting it on you. but of course his stubborn ass refuses to accept it, mainly due to embarrassment.
“mentiroso.” you give his chest another teasing, heartfelt slap. “pinche dracula.”
“ay por dios, mujer.”
the nickname may not be pleasing to him but hearing you laugh makes it up for it.
“i mean- i don’t mind, just don’t get too crazy or else i’m not gonna have enough foundation to cover it and gabi is gonna ask questions.”
that makes him laugh. miguel can already imagine the shit ton of questions she would ask and honestly can’t blame her. he should be more careful.
“oh, i should probably tell gabi her dad is dracula—”
“¡mujer!”
his reaction makes you laugh. lost in laughter before miguel swiftly turns you both over the bed, making you yelp as he lays on top of you with all his weight. now he’s the one laughing and you annoyed with his dumbassery. not long until you’re laughing too.
the night ended on a cute note.
the cool breeze of the night flows through you as you jump from one rooftop to another. a smirk grows on your face when the faint sounds of webs slinging from behind reaches your ears. smoothly landing one random rooftop, you silently admire the beautiful night sky when you hear a light thud and footsteps approaching from behind. that smirk turns into a smile when a certain pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and gently tug you against a solid chest.
“though you retired from this?” miguel asks, mask already disintegrated. allowing the cool night breeze flow those his dark brown locks.
you shrug nonchalantly, leaning into him while still staring at the sky. “just wanted relive old times.”
“being a pain in the ass, stealing all the time?”
“a girl gotta make a living.” another nonchalant shrug. “but it was for our little girl.”
he immediately softens the moment gabriella is mentioned, causing his arms to give you a gentle loving squeeze. “i know… but we’re better now.”
“we are…” you glance down at the pretty diamond ring on your finger, gleaming in the moonlight.
it’s been a year since you and miguel reunited. finally became a family but made it more official when you two got married a few months ago. sure, it seems like a short time getting back together but you and miguel knew you were meant for each other. no more waiting, hiding feelings, sneaking around, doing dumb shit. this time is official, the real deal. miguel continues to work at alchemax, which most of the income comes from. after the wedding, you quit your job at the diner and became a writer for a highly acclaimed fashion blog with an incredible pay. bought a beautiful house with a big ass backyard that includes a pool. the perfect place for your family to create wonderful memories together.
“we should head back.” he suggests. “we have to pick gabi from your parents early tomorrow.”
“it’ll be fine. besides, they love having her there all the time and she loves their house so it’s okay. let’s just stay here a few more minutes, please?” you look at him with fluttering lashes, knowing that he can never resist that cute pleading look.
“fine, five more minutes.” miguel mumbles, biting back a smile as he holds you closer.
the two of you silently admire the gorgeous night sky, holding each other close, relishing this cute intimate moment. bringing back memories of your black cat and spiderman days when neither of you knew of each other’s true identities. silly, fun times.
but it’s even better now you and miguel are back together, officially this time. being great parents to your precious daughter and being a happy family. a dream that you’ve longed for, now came true.
perhaps curiosity killed the cat but in a good way.
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Anime | TV show/movie | K-pop | Video games | OCs /Original works | Comics
No Symbol: The author exclusively writes M x F (Male x Fem!Reader) or their stories feature OCs (Original Characters) with fixed genders.
☁️: Gender Neutral Reader
💌: queer fiction (wlw, mlm, etc)
🤎: All of the above (including mxf)
🌬𝒮𝐸𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 𝐼: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
[Category: Fluff, Domesticity, & Pure Tenderness]
For the tender love, the awkward meets, and the pure adoration we’re told is rare. No struggle, just sweetness
Featured Authors:
@iamaslutfor3dman - only writes fluff and angst. If you like Ryomen Sukuna, you are in for a treeat. ☆
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@kajismp3 - writes incredible fluff and angst—no smut! I'm always left with a warm feeling after reading her stories. Her work is wonderful. ☆
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@moralisist - writes exclusively SFW fluff. Her work is incredibly sweet and highly recommended if you're looking for something wholesome! ☆
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@mrs-livvy - You have to check out her masterlist. She’s got stories for Tyriq Withers, M’Baku, MBJ, Henry Cavill, and more. They’re mostly multi-chapter series, so get ready—it’s a total journey. ☆
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🤎@mtcloudsworld - has a good bit of fluff, mainly smut for the DC fandoms. The way she writes sensory details is *chefs kiss <3 ☆☆
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@pinkhoodi - is a truly versatile creator, offering everything from fluff and angst to crack hcs and SMAUs. She has moodboards paired with headcanons for both characters and Reader archetypes—like a Pop Princess Reader. ☆☆
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@s0urw00lf - has lots of fics for Supernatural, Teen Wolf, TVD, etc. I loooove her Sam x reader fics. ☆
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@usoppshoneydew is pretty much exclusively black reader fluff fics for Marvel and Call Of Duty!! She has a lot of good stuff. Her works with Simon are my favorite. ☆☆
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[Category: Angst, Mixed Emotions, & Melancholy]
For when you want to feel something raw. Angst that varies and stays with you long after you close the tab.
Featured Authors:
@krys4h - pretty much falls under anything, but her angst stories are amazing and one of a kind. HER WORK STAYS ON MY MIND FOR WEEKS AFTER I READ IT. ☆
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@alaiasole - Falls under other categories as well, but her multiple part stories and angst one-shots are amazing. ☆
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🗺 𝒮𝐸𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 𝐼𝐼𝐼: 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐄
[Category: High-Concept AUs, Folklore, & Fairytales]
Out of the box plots, folklore, and fairytales. Think high-fantasy world-building where Black women are the center of the myth.
Featured Authors:
@neighbourscat - Another extremely versatile creator. She has amazing fluff, smut, and aus (like fallen entertainment idol!tyriq withers x tech balancer!blackfem!reader, or bestfriend from overseas!tyriq withers x royal descendant!blackfem!reader. If you’re looking for content that feels unique and high-effort, she’s exactly where you need to be. ☆☆☆
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@raggycookie - Her Vampire!Eren fic is amazing—the dacryphilia and exhibitionism elements are handled so well, and the chemistry is explosive. It’s unique, it’s intense. ☆
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@otakufilms did an apocalyptic sci-fi fic with Ony!! Her work is consistently incredible. 10/10, highly recommend. ☆
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@zensei8 - is extremely creative. Think big bad wolf!sukuna x little red!reader. Incredible world-building and fairytale reimagining. ☆
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🌶 𝒮𝐸𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 𝐼𝒱: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭
[Tender & Creative Smut]
This is for the well-written and creative fics that actually have plot/story to go with the freaky stuff.
Featured Authors:
@blkkizzat - She crafts rough, otherworldly smut that pulls you in, but it’s the storytelling that keeps you there. Her mini-series are god sent. ☆
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@k0niiii-blog you'll find fluff, angst, and smut. Her stories are not centered on sex, and they all have great depth to them. So you'll find plot, emotional intensity, etc. ☆☆
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@otakufilms - Her works are a beautiful blend of grit and domesticity—written with such warmth they’ll make your heart ache in the best way possible. From her earliest pieces to her newest, everything she touches is a masterpiece. ☆
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@shawtuzi - The smut is top-notch, but you'll stay for the way she makes you fall in love with the character's personalities. ☆☆
@amourflores - Her library is still in the making, but keep a close eye on her; she’s working on greatness!!
incoming...
🤎@liliacsdelight - I do this genre justice. ☆☆☆☆
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@loonatears - Her dark content library is still in the making, but she has amazing angst and smut for DC. ☆☆☆
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@tojisteddy - Featuring tropes like daddy kinks and fauxcest. The Simon Riley and Toji Fushiguro girls are well fed over there! ☆☆☆
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💮 𝒮𝐸𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 𝒱𝐼: 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐓𝐨𝐞-𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭
[Gritty & Edgy Erotica]
This is for the creators who write. brain-chemistry-altering smut. Whether it’s minimal to no plot, or character-driven intensity, these authors deliver. It's not your average smut!
@2neaky - Her descriptions are so visceral and detailed, you’ll forget you’re even reading. Her work is truly on another level... it’s just so good 😣. FEMDOM AND SWITCH DYNAMICS>>. ☆☆☆
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@chrollohearttags - Writes the kind of smut that lives in your head. You’ll re-read it all day, and dream about it at night. ☆
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🤎@h3avenlyglory - Another amazing writer. She has a variety of fics on her account. Her masterlist is a goldmine. I love you heavenly. ☆☆☆☆☆
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@jazzthatonewriterchick - Writes a bit of everything tbh. The tension she builds is so thick—and when it snaps?? 10S ACROSS THE BOARD. ☆
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@jjdaddywrites18 - Quality over quantity. Every piece she drops is great. She balances soft, sugary fluff with top-tier spice. ☆
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@ridingreeves - Incredibly intense. Her writing creates a physical tension that lasts from the first sentence to the very last (it be throbbing the entire time while reading). ☆
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@st4rbwrry - Her one-shots are written perfection, delivering exactly what you need in every genre imaginable. ☆
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@tojiseviltwin - She writes for multiple fandoms. Has great fluff too! Every fic will leave you giggling and kicking your feet. ☆
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Masterlist Disclaimer & Notes
I am constantly updating it and adding more creators. While I’ve gathered these names to celebrate the community, I haven’t thoroughly read every single piece of work by every author listed, which leads me to my next points.
Categorization: Authors are placed in categories based on what they seem to write the most or what they are best known for. Authors, if you’d like to be moved to a different category, please just dm me!
Featured Stories: For now, I have linked individual author masterlists or included 2–3 stories to get you started. Authors, if there is a specific story you’d rather have featured or if you want to swap a link, my dms are open.
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Him being called “Bebe” or “Amor” for the first time? Like does he ask what it means or gets defensive. Would he already have learned your native tongue and go with it and have cute names for you back?
You look around the table in the common room. Swearing your pen was just here. Like literally just here a second ago, you looked up to say hi to Mina and looked back down and the damn thing vanished.
Looking at the chair, under the table, under every single piece of paper, even checking your hair.
“Oh my god! Bebe!” you yelled into the kitchen. Frustration taking over.
Bakugou was already defending his pre-work out snack from Kirishima. Breaks his neck realizing you were talking to him.
“What woman?” he grunts.
“My pen is gone, my favorite one, can you help me please, I swear it was just here!”
He makes his way over to the table, giving a quick glance before letting out a long sigh. Picking up your pencil case and taking out your pen.
“It’s right here, you always put it back and then get angry when you can’t find it.” he says it as if it’s a fact. Which it is but you’re not giving him the satisfaction.
“Ugh thank you Amor, you’re the best” you reach up to kiss his cheek and take your pen. Attitude completely gone.
He looks at you in confusion, how your emotions changed at the drop of a hat.
A hand lands on his shoulder giving a gentle pat.
“You’ll get used to it” Sero laughs. Stealing a bite of Bakugous snack.
“What does that mean? What she said to me?” He asked, using Sero as a translator.
“Bebe means baby, and Amor” he sighs, “that means love, so if you’re not official, you’re definitely not going anywhere now.”
It didn’t bother Katsuki, because there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
Y/N sat cross-legged atop the kitchen counter, screwdriver tucked behind her ear, entirely unrepentant.
That was the problem with her.
Bill was always so calm chaos never reached him.
Charlie was so good at managing to navigate through chaos so he never really minded it.
Percy was always reciting what happened during chaos with wierd accuracy.
Fred and George caused trouble because they enjoyed chaos.
Ron stumbled into trouble accidentally.
Ginny caused trouble because she was terrifying.
But Y/N?
Y/N genuinely wanted to know how things worked. Every object became a mystery. Why did enchanted clocks choose specific magic? How did cursed necklaces recognize intent? Why were magical objects almost emotional sometimes?
Arthur adored those questions.
Molly feared them.
Ron suffered through them.
“You cannot take apart dark objects just because you’re curious,” Ron told her for the thousandth time during fifth year while following her through Hogwarts corridors.
“Actually I can,” Y/N replied.
“That’s not the point.”
“It literally is.”
Ron groaned dramatically. “One day I’m going to walk into the common room and find you possessed.”
“Don’t be dramatic.”
“You licked a cursed gobstone in third year.”
“To see if it was really cursed.”
“You were unconscious for six hours!”
“But I was RIGHT.”
Harry laughed so hard he nearly walked into a suit of armor.
Hermione sighed without looking up from her book. “Honestly, I stopped questioning her years ago.”
—
By fifth year, Y/N had developed a reputation around Hogwarts.
Not popular exactly.
More infamous.
She bought strange artifacts from older students.
She snuck into abandoned classrooms looking for leftover enchantments.
She once got detention after trying to “improve” Peeves with rune work.
Flitwick secretly thought she was brilliant.
McGonagall looked tired whenever she spoke.
Snape acted like her existence shortened his lifespan.
And Draco Malfoy absolutely could not stand her.
“She’s deranged,” he informed Blaise one afternoon while watching Y/N argue with a malfunctioning telescope in Astronomy.
“She’s talking to it.”
“She talks to everything,” Blaise replied.
The telescope sparked.
Y/N pointed at it accusingly. “Don’t you start.”
Draco stared.
Because somehow the infuriating part wasn’t that she was strange.
It was that she made strange look easy.
Her robes were always ink-stained.
Her hair was never fully tied properly.
Her hands constantly carried tiny burns or scratches from experiments gone wrong.
And yet she moved through Hogwarts like she belonged there completely.
Like the castle itself amused her.
Draco hated that he noticed those things.
He hated even more that she noticed him noticing.
“What are you staring at, Malfoy?” she asked lazily without looking away from the telescope.
“You’re one failed experiment away from national tragedy.”
“You sound obsessed with me.”
“I sound concerned for public safety.”
Ron appeared instantly. “Why are you talking to my twin?”
Draco smirked. “Protective, Weasley?”
“Yes,” Ron said immediately.
“Pathologically,” Harry added.
Y/N looked offended. “I can protect myself.”
Ron pointed at the telescope, which had started smoking.
“No you cannot.”….
Then Colin Creevey got the camera.
At first it was just another Muggle novelty.
A Polaroid his parents had sent him over Christmas.
Colin adored it instantly.
He photographed everything …friends, lessons, food, ghosts….sleeping students.
Then one afternoon he misplaced it near an abandoned dueling room on the fifth floor.
A room everyone avoided because old magic lingered there strangely.
When he found it again, the camera had changed.
The first weird photograph was Neville.
The picture showed him covered head to toe in dirt and holding a snapped flowerpot.
Three hours later it happened exactly.
Then Dean’s photograph showed him failing a quiz before he took it.
Then Lavender’s predicted a fight with Parvati.
And naturally, the second Colin mentioned “possibly cursed magical object,” everyone pointed toward Y/N.
Ron looked immediately horrified.
“No.”
“Yes,” Y/N said instantly.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“You are not touching haunted future magic.”
“Ron.”
“You promised after the screaming kettle incident.”
“The kettle screamed first.”
Hermione leaned forward immediately as Colin handed over the camera.
“A predictive enchantment…” she murmured.
Y/N’s eyes practically glowed.
That was the exact moment Ron knew everyone was doomed.
—
For the next two weeks the camera consumed her entirely.
She carried it everywhere.
At first the future predictions stayed harmless.
Tiny moments.
Embarrassing accidents.
Quiz grades.
But Y/N quickly realized the enchantment wasn’t stable.
It was growing.
And instead of being frightened like a normal person, she became fascinated.
“There’s layered magic inside it,” she explained excitedly late one night while sitting in the Gryffindor common room surrounded by tools. “Not just prediction. Emotional imprinting too.”
Hermione frowned. “Emotional?”
“The photos aren’t random. They’re choosing significant moments.”
“That’s deeply unsettling.”
“That’s deeply BRILLIANT.”
Ron grabbed a silver screwdriver before she could use it.
“No.”
“You can’t stop scientific progress.”
“I can absolutely stop YOU.”
But she kept tinkering.
Tiny rune stabilizers.
Modified enchantments.
Spell rewiring.
Every adjustment pushed the photographs farther into the future. Days became years.
The camera started producing images before the button even clicked.
And somehow through all this, Draco Malfoy kept appearing.
At first to mock her.
Then because he was curious.
Then because hours passed strangely fast around her.
He’d find her hidden in empty classrooms muttering over glowing runes, sleeves rolled messily to her elbows.
“You know,” he remarked one evening while leaning against a desk beside her, “normal people have hobbies.”
Y/N didn’t look up from the camera pieces scattered around her. “I do have hobbies.”
“Potentially fatal ones.”
“Don’t be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“You’ve visited me six times this week.”
Draco paused.
“…Have I?”
She smirked.
And annoyingly,
Draco felt himself smirk back.
That was the problem.
Somewhere between insults and arguments, something shifted.
He started lingering.
Y/N started expecting him.
Ron started noticing.
Which made him unbearable.
“Why is Malfoy always around you lately?”
“He’s fascinated by my genius.”
“He’s plotting murder.”
“He can multitask.”
—
Rain battered the castle windows while Y/N sat on the floor surrounded by tiny silver tools and scattered parchment.
The camera rested between her knees.
“You’re going blind,” Draco informed her from where he leaned against a desk.
“I’m enchanting.”
“You’ve been staring at microscopic runes for three hours.”
“You’ve been watching me for three hours.”
Draco rolled his eyes.
Y/N grinned slightly and reached for the camera.
“I think I finally fixed the stabilization.”
“That sentence never ends well.”
“Oh relax. Worst case scenario, we explode.”
“Comforting.”
She adjusted the final rune.
The camera sparked violently.
“Ah.”
“Why did you say ‘ah’ like that?”
“Because it’s not supposed to smoke-”
Draco lunged forward at the same moment she grabbed it.
Their hands collided.
FLASH.
The room went silent.
A photograph slid out slowly.
Neither moved at first.
Then Draco picked it up.
And froze.
Y/N frowned immediately
“Why do you look traumatized? Do we see how I die?”
He didn’t answer.
For the first time since she’d met him, Draco Malfoy looked genuinely shaken.
Not annoyed.
Not sneering.
Shaken.
Y/N stood slowly.
“Malfoy.”
He handed her the photograph wordlessly.
And suddenly the air disappeared from the room.
It was them.Older. Far older than any photograph before.
The image moved softly.
Warm golden light filled a cluttered workshop lined with enchanted inventions and half-built magical objects.
Y/N sat perched on a wooden table wearing one of Draco’s black button-ups.
A wedding ring gleamed on her finger.
Draco stood between her knees, one hand spread possessively over the curve of her pregnant stomach while she laughed at something outside the frame.
Then moving gently, future Draco kissed her.
Not dramatic.
Not desperate.
Familiar.
Like it was the thousandth time.
Y/N physically stumbled backward.
“No.”
Draco looked equally horrified.
“That’s impossible.”
“Obviously.”
“You tampered with the camera.”
“You grabbed it too!”
“You’re the one feeding dark magic into Muggle objects!”
“Oh yes because my lifelong dream was clearly reproducing with Draco Malfoy!”
The moving photograph continued behind her words.
Future Draco murmured something against her mouth that the picture couldn’t quite capture.
Future Y/N smiled.
Actually smiled.
Soft and completely in love.
Y/N stared at herself like she was looking at a stranger.
“No,” she whispered again.
Then she grabbed the photo and shoved it deep into her bag like hiding it would erase it.
After that,everything got worse.
—
Y/N started noticing the way Draco always moved closer unconsciously when she explained something excitedly.
Draco noticed she only forgot to hate him when she laughed.
Arguments stretched too long.
Silences became dangerous.
So they avoided each other.
For exactly six days.
Then Harry accidentally walked in on Draco pinning Y/N against a bookshelf in an abandoned corridor while she whispered furiously “This is your fault.”
“You kissed me first.”
“That was tactical.”
Harry backed out silently and later informed Hermione he’d “seen something deeply upsetting.”
Sneaking around after that became a disaster.
Ron was constantly suspicious.
Fred and George were worse.
“You’re hiding something,” Fred announced one breakfast while Y/N nearly inhaled pumpkin juice.
George narrowed his eyes dramatically. “She’s glowing.”
“I am NOT glowing.”
“You’re defensive,” Ginny sang.
Hermione looked up from her book slowly.
“Oh my God.”
Y/N kicked Harry under the table before he could choke laughing.
The worst part was Draco found the whole thing amusing.
“You’re terrible at lying,” he murmured later that night while Y/N adjusted his tie in an empty corridor.
“I’m excellent at lying.”
“You look guilty every time your brother enters a room.”
“That’s because Ron looks like he wants to kill you.”
“He usually does.”
Then Draco kissed her.
Quick.
Hidden.
Addicting.
And suddenly months passed like that.
Secret meetings in unused classrooms.
Hands brushing beneath library tables.
Kissing in dark corridors while trying not to laugh.
The camera kept producing photographs.
Draco asleep beside her in a workshop.
Y/N dancing barefoot in Malfoy Manor.
Tiny red-haired children racing through hallways.
Every single picture terrified them.
Every single picture came true piece by piece…..
—
Y/N stood in a warm workshop cluttered with magical inventions.
Exactly like the photograph.
Her wedding ring glinted under golden light.
Draco’s arms wrapped around her from behind automatically while one hand rested over her pregnant stomach.
“You’re overworking again,” he murmured against her shoulder.
Y/N laughed softly.
Then froze.
Because sitting on the nearby table was the old Polaroid camera.
And beside it, faded with age, was the original photograph.
The first future it had ever shown them.
Draco followed her gaze.
For a long moment neither spoke.
Then moving exactly like the picture had predicted years ago, he leaned down and kissed her gently.
summary: In the quiet aftermath of losing your bending, Aang refuses to accept it as permanent, rallying the team and holding onto unwavering hope even when you’re struggling to feel anything at all.
The kind that sat in your chest and made everything feel just a little harder to breathe through. You didn’t say anything when Aang helped you onto Appa. You just held onto him. Tightly.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, your face pressed into his like if you let go even a little, you might fall apart completely.
And Aang…
He didn’t try to move you. Didn’t tell you to sit differently. Didn’t even tease you like he normally would. He just reached back, one hand covering yours, holding it there.
Grounding you.
Reassuring you.
Every now and then, you felt his fingers tighten just slightly like he was checking that you were still there. Like he needed it just as much as you did.
By the time you reached the hideout, your body felt drained.
Not just physically. Everything in you felt… empty. Aang noticed immediately.
“Hey,” he said softly as he helped you down, his hands steady on your arms. “Easy.”
You barely nodded. You didn’t trust your voice. He didn’t push you to talk.
Instead, he guided you inside, one hand resting gently at your back, never leaving your side for even a second. “Sit,” he murmured, guiding you toward your bed.
You hesitated.
“I’m fine”
“You’re not,” he said gently, but firmly.
You looked at him. There was no harshness in his tone. Just care. Concern.
And something deeper, something protective.
“…Please,” he added quietly.
That was enough.
You sat.
Aang knelt in front of you, his hands resting lightly on your knees, his eyes searching your face like he was trying to understand everything you weren’t saying. “I’m going to fix this,” he said again.
You swallowed hard.
“Aang- ”
“I mean it,” he interrupted softly. “Whatever it takes.”
Your chest tightened. He reached up, brushing a tear from your cheek you hadn’t even realized had fallen.
“You’re not alone in this,” he added.
You nodded faintly.
You wanted to believe him.
You really did.
He stood slowly, hesitating for just a second like he didn’t want to leave you. “I’ll be right outside,” he said. “Just… rest, okay?”
Your fingers caught his sleeve before he could turn away.
“…Don’t go far.”
His expression softened instantly.
“I won’t,” he promised.
He gently squeezed your hand before stepping away.
And when he closed the door
It was soft.
Careful.
Like he didn’t want to disturb you any more than you already were.
But the second the door shut.
Everything about him changed.
His posture straightened.
His expression hardened not cold, but focused.
Serious.
He turned to the others immediately.
“We’re fixing this,” he said.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
Sokka crossed his arms, frowning. “Yeah, that’s kind of the goal, but how?”
Katara stepped forward, her brows knit with concern. “I’ve never seen something like this before… but if it’s anything like energy disruption, I might be able to help.”
Aang looked at her quickly. “How?”
“I can try healing,” she explained. “Sometimes bending is tied to the body’s energy paths. If I can restore that flow…”
“Do it,” Aang said immediately.
Katara nodded, though uncertainty flickered in her eyes. “I’ll need time… and she’ll need to be stable.”
Zuko, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke.
“There might be another way too.”
Aang turned to him.
Zuko’s arms were crossed, his expression thoughtful. “Firebending isn’t just power, it’s breath, control, energy from within. If she can still feel that, even a little… I can help her try to reconnect to it.”
Your heart skipped from inside the room.
You could hear them.
Every word.
“…You think it’ll work?” Aang asked.
“I don’t know,” Zuko admitted honestly. “But if there’s even a chance, we should try.”
Silence fell for a moment.
Then Aang nodded.
“We try everything,” he said firmly.
No hesitation.
No giving up.
Sokka sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Figures. We don’t exactly have a ‘give up’ option with you.”
Aang didn’t respond.
He was already thinking ahead.
Already planning.
Already fighting for you in every way he could.
Inside the room, you sat quietly. Listening. Your hands rested in your lap, fingers curling slightly as you tried again, to feel something.
Anything.
Nothing came.
But their voices... Aang’s voice
It reached you.
And for the first time since it happened. The emptiness didn’t feel quite as suffocating. Because even if your fire was gone
content: firelord!zuko x black!reader, yearning, arranged marriage, miscommunication, newlyweds reader has locs
word count: 4.1k
synopsis: ever since you and zuko married things haven't been like you imagined they be. And you yearn to truly connect with him again.
A/N: this came into my head the morning after I watched the movie! please for give me if it's a little ooc I tried to do as much research as possible before hand. I'm currently watching the show to get a better grasp on everyone's backstories and personalities.
I'm currently on S2! It's so good! I can't believe it came out when I was one.
Big thanks to @duffymaycry for proofreading this for me!
The sun’s rays marked another day, waking up alone in bed once again in chambers that you now must call home.It had been sixty- one days of the same song and dance :the same amount of time since your wedding.You and Zuko had been married off quite quickly, a political endeavor that would save your people from total annihilation, it seemed like a great idea at first to salvage your tiny kingdom from the blockade that had plagued your people endlessly for centuries.
All you had to do was marry the prince of the strongest empire in the world but to be frank if you knew your days would be filled with constant seclusion from your betrothed, you selfishly would have rejected the offer: if your kingdom wasn’t at the forefront that is.
The people were nothing but delightful to you. They always tried their best to make you feel welcome, asking about your food, clothing and activity preferences, anything to keep you interested day after day they even threw a banquet in your honor but to no avail you still felt the same: hollow. What was the point when the person that you were supposed to share it with wasn’t even there? Wasn't that the point of marriage to spend your days with the person you loved growing your everlasting connection?
Your mind was constantly bursting with these same meddlesome questions even now they tormented you as you lay awake in a bed that felt like it could devour you with its size alone.
Why would you want to spend the rest of their life in a foreign land with people they didn’t recognize?
Why don’t you break it off?
There had to be other ways to save your realm from total damnation without this sinking ship disguised as a marriage of convenience… right?
Was everything he said to your parents a lie just to obtain your hand and along with his title as lord?
Did he even love you?
The last two were the ones that overwhelmed your thoughts the most even if this marriage was solely political. Your parents weren’t going to just hall you off to just anyone they wanted nothing but the best for you.
In the three long months that Zuko was in your family and kingdom's presence he was nothing but what some would consider a gentleman.
Doting on you every chance he got,showering you in gifts,helping the town’s people in the central village, he even took initiative to draw up the details of the alliance himself which benefited your land the most allowing it to prosper in six months time but that wasn’t what primarily drew you to him.
It was the way his eyes sparkled when you talked like he was hanging on to every word you said no matter the topic, giving meaning insight while you talked back and forth. The glances during family dinners made you feel like you were the only two people in the entire world even if your giggles would get the whole table's attention giving away to your antics.
He even agreed to sneak off with you to your place of solitude at night,a gorgeous meadow filled with beautiful flowers by day and a sky full of stars and constellations by night all hidden behind the castle’s trees.
Your heart swelled bigger everyday.
He seemed so carefree, so alive in contrast to now you barely were able to speak a word to each other. Now Zuko was constantly gone, meetings in the morning til dinner but when dinner came around you’d arrive and his plate would already empty Zuko nowhere to be seen forcing you to eat in silence.
And when night felt you were always hopeful that maybe he would be awake so you guys could confide in each other about your days but that hope was slowly shattered by the time your ladies in waiting finished preparing you for bed he would already be asleep.
Every. Single. Time.
You yearned for that version of him: that blissful connection. Would you ever see that Zuko again? or would you be stuck in this unending cycle forever? Your rumination was abruptly silenced by a soft knock echoing through the room,you slowly rising at the sound. The mountain of illustrious pillows sinking in at the sign of your weight comforting you like a cocoon,your locs slowly cascading down your back.
“ My Lady, are you awake? It's time to get ready for the day! Flora your head lady in waiting chimes the door opening a sliver.
“Yes”
The door opens fully revealing Flora,Annette and Hyacinth in their entirety.“Good morning my lady!” they say in unison their smiles meeting the sparkles in their eyes. Your shoulders slump as you sigh “Calling me by my name is fine”
“ Unfortunately we can’t my lady” Flora says swiftly making her way inside over to you
“Why?”
You stand up from the bed, tiredness releasing its claim to your body. Without delay Flora leads you down the hall to your dressing chambers Hyacinth and Annette quickly shadowing behind. Oil lamps illuminate the large room full of jewelry,informal robes,pulling out the stool and sitting you down in front of your vanity as she did
every day. The mirror reflects your appearances back at you: resetting the time loop once again.
“Because we just got word from the council that you and prince Zuko’s coronation will be taking place in four mouths time so we must not only prepare you but ourselves for this monumental transition” her lips curving into a big smile showing her dimples
Removing the silk cloth from your head Flora focuses on gathering your locs letting the room simmer in silence as she twisted them into a neat french twist securing it with a couple discrete pins adding some flair with a golden hair cuff adorned in rubies one of many abundant gifts from Zuko. Your chest tightens to the unspoken and verbal mention of your husband's name.
Straightening up again you make your way to a pedestal with mirrors placed in all directions the Flora steps away leaving the other two ladies to make quick work:Annette replacing your nightgown with a formal crimson robe while Hyacinth applied a berry stain to full lips. It was breathtaking on your brown skin, the robe signaling to you that you’d be meeting with someone important.They leave shortly after leaving you alone.
Flora makes her presents known again with a pair of gold earrings slipping them in your ears “Which means starting today you will meet with the seamstress and designer to discuss your ceremonial robes! Your lips stretch upwards at her words as you bend over to put on your flats a warm feeling starts to fill your chest.This could finally be the moment Zuko needed them too so he had to be there.
“ That sounds great! Will Zuko be meeting with the seamstress and designer alongside us?”
Flora’s eyes soften shaking her head “ No My Lady lord zuko will have his meeting scheduled at another time” Even though You and Flora relationship wasn’t as tight-kit was it could’ve of been she was always there for you when you needed someone,able to see first hand how your current situation was affecting you the tears you shed in private she even saw the mask you put on at the banquet. She even tried contacting Zuko’s advisor but ultimately turned up empty.
“Well we don’t want to keep the seamstress waiting do we? You mutter your expression blank
You surveyed the room as you walked, it was jam-packed with so much equipment, fabric jewelry samples on the round table,racks full of white robes, prototypes maybe? And a big display case of elaborate headdresses. You hadn't seen such beautiful craftsmanship since your wedding day. The one you wore then was vast and hefty; these looked not only smaller but weightless.
Two identical women stood on both sides of the room, backs turned to you,soft blue robes, hair as dark as a crow’s feathers and skin tan as if the sun had kissed them revealing its quiet devotion. They immediately turned to meet you in the middle, bowing in the process.
“ Good day My Lady, it’s an honor to officially meet you!” they say almost simultaneously
“ My name is Miyu” she said timidly
“And I am Misaki”
It was impossible to tell the two women apart visually. They were identical down to the clothes but as you looked closer you promptly found the tell Miyu had a beauty mark under her left eye while Misaki didn’t. “ It’s nice to meet you as well” you bowed as your lips slowly revealed a smile you loved meeting new people it was something you always did back home.
“ Alright let's get started shall we! Flora proposes you could feel her excitement billowing off her in waves
“Yes! Lets” Miyu replied
The white robes are where you started first even though they were made with one shade of fabric you could still see all the illustrious details the lace,beading and the hand sown embroidered patterns each one felt a silent story being told. As you walked down the racks one caught your eye ,chrysanthemums cascading down both sleeves with lace at the bottom,the v-shaped neckline showcased the most delicate bead work you had ever seen. It felt like it was calling to you whispering “I am the one”.
“ what’s the story behind this one?’’As you raised your hand mesmerised by its likeness
“ this design is a lot older than the others our mother made it when she opened her first boutique with her best friend when we were five years marking the occasion the chrysanthemums were her idea symbolizing their long joyous friendship and loyalty to one another” Misaki stated her eyes glossy at the distant memory.
“ that’s a wonderful i’ll do this one “ your lips so tight they start hurting your cheeks
As Miyu takes the robe, setting it on an empty rack close by you all make it towards the fabric sample and jewelry. Jewelry wasn’t your strong suit before marrying Zuko. You never wore such high-quality pieces so frequently, daily even. Back home jewelry like these were saved for milestones like eighteen birthdays,coronations and weddings. You still held on to the earrings your parents gifted you on your birthday and the bangle they gifted you at your wedding. Fire nation nobility seem to wear them to “silently” indicate class and project power. It was the only thing you had to go off of. Your body goes idle as you start to think. Which did you choose?
“The one with the biggest jewels?”
“The biggest one?”
So many questions swam through your mind but were interrupted by Flora's soft voice accompanied by a comforting hand “Choose the ones that speak to you Madam as Fire Lady there will be no need to prove yourself to anyone” her words seeped into you quitting the leftover over baring thoughts.
Shaking your head, you focus back on the jewelry in front of you, picking up a necklace with garnet’s embedded, some hanging from the chain detailing and a big one dangling from the middle.the polished garnet doubling your eyes back to you.handing it to Miyu moving on to the fabrics. “ It’s tradition for the robes to be red and heavy but fortunately with the changing times more materials have become available so if My Lady wishes the robes texture and weight can be modified” Mikyu says
With your eyes closed Your hand slowly passes over the samples using one out of five senses so as to not overwhelm yourself again your hand touches a wax texture it was soft to the touch and felt lightweight.Opening them back your vision unblurs and unveils the silk fabric. “ this one” you say voice confident and unyielding
The sun had taken refuge by the time you finished revealing the moon's bright light. Your stomach grumbled as you and flora made it across the courtyard’s bridge to dinner, hands held tightly in front of as if it would conceal sound.
“ You did well today Madam” Flora says softly as not disturb the warm ambiance
“ I think so too”
Coming up on the dining room doors Flora pulled them open, stepping through the threshold turning your head behind you to speak to her once more but the doors were closed with no Flora in sight. “FLORA” but no answer, your voice traveled back to you in the empty room. That weird flora usually stays in the room to keep me company. Maybe she has other things to attend to?
Walking towards the table you pull out the tall chair and sit down. The chair across the long table was empty as you expected. What you didn’t expect was a vacant spot where your plate should be when you looked down. The utensils lay there strategy placed You could almost visualize the missing plate your mind trying to complete what was now left unfinished.. Are the cooks running off schedule?
the door on the other side opens snapping you out of your staring contest with the table looking up to see Zuko walk through despite his face being blank of emotions, you could tell his jaw was clenched his golden eyes sharp as if he was waiting for a battle to start contrasting the softness he had when calmly sleeping next to you. His long hair swayed as he sat down; he didn’t acknowledge you not a single word; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
At that moment the servants scurry in with food and wine, placing it in front of you both leaning down until their bodies rested briefly at a 90 degree angle before lifting themselves up and turning to leave the room, not giving you enough time to thank them. It was always this way they leave, never giving you a chance to show them any form of gratitude.
After a while the only sound to break the silence was the clatter of cutlery but your gaze remained on zuko. Is this real!? Was he actually sitting across from you!? You move your left hand over top of your left and squeeze a slight pain bloomed proving that this was indeed not a dream. Your chance was finally here right in front of you. You could finally connect and break the spell of distance between you before you could think your lips opened.
“ How was your meeting” coming out louder than you meant it to
Hearing the flames in the lamps crackle as time passed you reached for your wine glass, swishing the liquid contained inside back and forth before taking a sip letting the berry flavors marinate as you waited for an answer. He glanced up briefly at you, his utensils stopping mid motion “Fine” his voice clipped looking back down to his plate.
He’d never been this curt before. Maybe he just didn’t want to talk about it? Setting down the glass moving on to a lighter topic. “ I met with Mikyu and Misaki today. The robes and jewelry are breathtaking. I can't -“ the creaking of the chair sliding back interrupts you. Zuko stands up straight “ Where are you going?” you swiftly interjecting
“ I have some scrolls to sign off on, I must leave” his voice was just as monotone as before, like he could care less about what you had to say. “Maybe you could stay a while longer” you lightly suggested, a shimmer of disappointment glimmered in your eyes. You had finally gotten a moment together to talk as husband and wife after so long and he wanted to cut it short for diplomacy.
“ I don’t have the time “
“ Maybe that's the problem, Zuko! “ You yell hands slamming on the table knocking over your glass of wine“ You don’t make time for us anymore! Has it even occurred to you it’s been two months we haven’t spoken let alone spent any time together since our wedding not a single word do you even care! Because it’s starting to feel like you don’t “ warmth in your body erupted anger seething out like the brightness flames, staring daggers into him.
But as hot as the flames they were soon snuffed out by the a stinging sensation rapid followed a waterfall tears
“ You have no idea how hard it is to wake up everyday in a bed alone surrounded by walls and people alien to you having to learn a new way of life just so your people can have a chance for a better one! For the carefree, awkward and charming person you fell in love with to vanish only to be replaced with someone you don’t recognize hoping and pleading to the gods that things would change! That the Husband that looked you in the eyes so lovingly and vowed to love and protect you would be there for you! talk to you.
“ But I guess that’s too foolish to wish for..” Your voice disappearing
Quickly whipping your eyes you stalked off not wanting to hear what he had to say, leaving nothing but the echo of your shoes behind.
The water in the bath chamber sloshes as your body moves further down, relaxing your muscles. After your outburst Flora led you here she must have heard everything standing outside waiting for you.the heat in your body rose just thinking about it. Groaning weakly, you place your hands going over your face in embarrassment. According to Flora she had overheard some ladies in waiting talking to the cooks about dinner and hearing Zuko’s name mentioned. She had wanted it to be a surprise hoping that you two could finally reconnect but after how things went down she profusely apologized. Not wanting her to blame herself you dismissed the apology after all she did have your best interest at heart.
Dipping your hands in the water watching as it streamed out of your cupped hands and back into the endless pool of itself. Water was something that had always calmed you but it was doing very little to compose you right now. Sorrow still plagued your mind the longer you thought about it. You had finally got to tell Zuko how you felt but where did you go from here? Do you give him even more space? Resolve it right away? In all honesty you felt lost “ Maybe getting a goodnights rest will help” you say to yourself stepping out of the bath letting your lady in waiting wrap you in the silk robes that seemed to weigh more on your shoulders.
Flora and the others readied you for bed. Locs safely secure under one of your main satin scarves.You walk down the hall to your shared room. Flora had suggested the idea of sleeping in a separate room for the night but you kindly declined wanting to avoid pushing the conflict further. Deciding to face this head on approaching the door you slowly opened it quietly closing it on your way in. The candles in the room silently flicker in a quiet dance with one another reminding you of a slow sway in a dance that reminded you of your coronation day.
Zuko’s laid on his back in bed still his long hair sprawled out some strands obstructing his eyes. His forearm resting over his eyes made him look asleep, but unknownst to you he was spiraling. Walking over to the bed you sit letting it dip ever so slightly under your weight. Looking over you take in his form wanting to say something, but alas you held your tongue. You reveled in the room's silence and waited for sleep to take you but before it could a low voice interrupted.
“ I’m sorry”
Your breath hitched, fingers curling into the silks of the blanket beneath your hands. Opening your eyes, you turned ever so slightly. Zuko was awake, golden eyes locking with yours. Even though you didn’t respond, he continued to speak, something heavy laced within his voice. “ I've been thinking about everything you said and you were right, I've been so caught up in my duties that I've been totally neglecting you and our marriage.” he says as he rises up. You rise alongside him hands now resting elegantly atop of the silks.
“ I've gotten so obsessed with the preparation of changing everything my father built. I started to lose sight of myself and the person who I'm supposed to love and care for. I should've been more attentive toward you.” He clenched his fists tightly against his lap before continuing.
“ I may not know how it feels to leave my home so my people can have a better way of life. I was banished at a young age. I should’ve known the feeling of not being home, having someone to turn to in need of comfort. Instead I put myself deep into diplomatic duties to fix everything my father destroyed. Not knowing how that would have affected you, my wife. For that I truly and deeply apologize for my digressions ” Zuko gently takes your hands in his, bringing them up to rest against his forehead in deep apology.
“ I declare to you, the Zuko you know, love, and chose to stand beside is still here. No, I give you my word that I’m still here. “ Zuko states, placing your hand to rest against his beating heart. It felt warm….sincere. It felt…good. “ From this night forward I promise to be the husband that I vowed to be.” Tears prickle from the sides of your eyes.
“ We may all get lost in our pursuit of work balance Zuko, and we may have not known each other for long, but I’m here for you always. I know I’m the one who normally talks and you listen, but as your wife, and as future Fire Lady. Please come to me, rely on me whatever you need. I'll be here. You don’t have to rule all by yourself.” You say, the hand he had placed upon his chest curling tightly into his robe.
Zuko puts his forehead on yours. Inhaling deeply “ Will you forgive me”
“ Yes I’ll forgive you…under one condition “ a small smile comes across your face.
“ And that is?” His breath tickles your face, eyes serious.
“We must come together three times a week, whether it’s through tea, frolicking through the garden, walking through the village, or even resting here in our chambers. I want us to spend more time together, not as Fire Lord and Fire Lady, but as husband and wife. ”
“ I can do that. I will do that for you, my wife. I’ll even have it put in writing by tomorrow “
A giggle escapes your lips. The thought of Zuko sitting in the council room writing such a request on a divine scroll with such seriousness and dedication plagued your mind. It was a cute thought indeed.
Zuko leans forward ready to push his lips against yours before stopping halfway. “ May I? “ His eyes flicked to yours, his hands now holding yours. “ Yes, my husband. You may “ He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, eagerly pushing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. Your response being just as passionate as your lips move against his. Heat rose in the apples of your face. It’s truly been a while since you’ve both kissed like this.
Pulling back for some much needed air. Foreheads resting against each others, His calloused hands resting upon your cheeks, as yours rested upon the back of his head, “ Even if you get lost again. I’ll always guide you back to me like the moon does the tide. ” You spoke softly.
“ And I’ll be waiting for the moons ever so bright and effortless light to guide and bring me back to you”
“ I Love You” he declared, pressing a kiss on top of your head before pulling back. His eyes so full of fondness as if he had never left in the first place.
“ And I love you, Zuko ”
“ It’s getting late, You need your rest to put my conditions into writing ” You whisper teasingly.
Sliding under the sheets, you and Zuko move as close as possible to each other. Hands clasping together as you lay your head on top of his chest. You squeeze his hand tightly once more as if afraid he would disappear on you if you didn't. The silence in the room felt warm and comforting as if everything was back how it should be. The loop had shattered. No longer were you stuck in endless distance and loneliness, everything had finally fallen into place upon you.
Are you okay writing Tony's parents alive? I was thinking something around Reader meeting his parents for the first time (they are good parents, please) and she's so nervous to meet them but they are so sweet to her and proud of Tony finding such a good woman... Maria teaching Reader some Italian recipes... the family our favorite genius deserves and all the fluff in the world. 🤧
Sunday Dinner at the Starks'
Pairing: Tony Stark x Girlfriend F!Reader
Warning/Rating: PG, Fluff, Family Dynamics, Domestic Fluff, Tony's Parents Alive
Word Count: 3.4 K
The Stark family estate loomed before you, all elegant stonework and manicured gardens that probably cost more to maintain than your entire apartment building. Your hands were clammy against the leather seat of Tony’s Audi, and you had checked your reflection in the visor mirror at least seventeen times during the drive to Manhattan.
“You’re going to wear out the mirror,” Tony said, amusement coloring his voice as he pulled through the gates. His hand found yours, warm and steady. “Sweetheart, you look perfect. You’ve looked perfect for the last hour.”
“What if they hate me?” The words tumbled out before you could stop them. “What if they think I’m not good enough for you? What if -”
“Hey.” Tony pulled the car to a stop in the circular driveway and turned to face you fully, his brown eyes soft with affection. “They’re going to love you. How could they not? You’re brilliant, you’re kind, you laughed at my jokes - questionable taste, but still - and you make me happier than I’ve ever been. My mom has been pestering me for months to bring you to dinner. She’s probably watching from the window right now.”
You glanced toward the house and sure enough, a curtain in one of the front windows fluttered.
“Oh God,” you breathed.
Tony laughed, that warm, genuine laugh that had made you fall for him in the first place. “Come on. I promise, they’re going to adore you almost as much as I do.”
The front door opened before you even reached it, and Maria Stark appeared in the doorway like something out of a classic Hollywood film. She was elegant in a simple cashmere sweater and tailored slacks, her dark hair swept up, but it was her smile that struck you - warm and genuine and so much like Tony’s that your heart squeezed.
“Finally!” she exclaimed, moving forward with her arms outstretched. “Anthony, you’ve been hiding this beautiful girl from us for far too long.”
Before you could even process what was happening, you were enveloped in a hug that smelled like expensive perfume and something warm and comforting - vanilla, maybe, or cinnamon. Maria pulled back, keeping her hands on your shoulders, and looked at you with such genuine warmth that some of your anxiety began to melt.
“Mrs. Stark, it’s so wonderful to meet you,” you managed, hoping your voice sounded steadier than you felt. “Thank you so much for having me.”
"Mrs. Stark?" Maria laughed, a musical sound. "Please, call me Maria. And this -" she gestured behind her as a tall, distinguished man appeared in the doorway, "- is Howard."
Howard Stark was every bit as imposing as you had imagined, but the moment he smiled, you saw where Tony got his charm. He had the same mischievous glint in his eyes, the same easy confidence.
“So you’re the woman who’s managed to tame our son,” Howard said, extending his hand. His handshake was firm but friendly. “I’ve got to know your secret. We’ve been trying for thirty-four years.”
“Dad,” Tony groaned, but he was grinning.
“I haven’t tamed anything,” you said, finding yourself smiling back. “I’ve just learned to appreciate the chaos.”
Howard barked with a laugh. “Oh, I like her. Maria, I like her.”
“Of course you do,” Maria said, linking her arm through yours and guiding you into the house. “She has excellent taste and clearly good sense. Now come, dinner won’t be ready for another hour, but I have wine and entirely too many questions.”
The interior of the Stark home was as beautiful as you had expected - high ceilings, original artwork, furniture that was probably worth more than your car - but it was also surprisingly warm. Family photos lined the walls of the hallway, chronicling Tony’s life from gap-toothed child to awkward teenager to the man you loved. There were candid shots, vacation photos, pictures of birthday parties and holidays. It felt lived-in, loved.
Maria led you to a spacious living room where a fire crackled in the fireplace despite the mild autumn weather. She pressed a glass of wine into your hand - something red and probably expensive - and settled onto the sofa beside you while Tony and Howard gravitated toward the bar cart.
“So,” Maria said, her eyes twinkling, “tell me everything. How did you two meet? Anthony has been frustratingly vague about the details.”
You glanced at Tony, who was watching you with an encouraging smile. “We met at a charity gala, actually. I work in art restoration, and I was there representing the museum. Tony was -”
“Bidding ridiculous amounts of money on things he didn’t need,” Tony interjected, bringing over his own drink and settling into the chair across from you.
“I was going to say ‘charming,’” you said diplomatically, “but yes, also that. He won a Pollock in the auction and then spent twenty minutes telling me everything that was wrong with the museum’s climate control system.”
“It was inadequate,” Tony said defensively. “Those pieces need proper environmental controls.”
“He wasn’t wrong,” you admitted to Maria. “And he was so passionate about it that I found myself giving him a private tour of our conservation lab. We talked for three hours. I missed the entire rest of the gala.”
Maria’s expression had gone soft, and when you looked at her, you saw something that made your chest tight - approval, affection, and something that looked almost like relief.
“He called me the next day,” you continued, “and asked if I wanted to get coffee and talk more about art preservation. Which turned into dinner. Which turned into… this.”
“Six months,” Tony said quietly, and the way he looked at you made you forget anyone else was in the room. “Best six months of my life.”
“Oh, Anthony,” Maria said, and when you turned back to her, you were startled to see her eyes were bright with unshed tears. “I’m so happy for you. For both of you.”
Howard cleared his throat, and you realized he looked a bit emotional too. “It’s good to see you like this, son. Really good.”
The moment was interrupted by a timer going off somewhere in the house. Maria stood, squeezing your shoulder as she passed. “That’s my cue. Dinner needs attention. Darling,” she said to you, “would you like to help? I’d love the company, and I promise not to interrogate you too much more.”
“I’d love to,” you said, meaning it.
The kitchen was enormous, all marble countertops and professional-grade appliances, but it was also clearly well-used. Cookbooks lined a shelf, their spines cracked and pages marked. A collection of wooden spoons stood in a ceramic holder by the stove. Fresh herbs grew in pots on the windowsill.
“I hope you like Italian,” Maria said, moving to the stove where several pots were simmering. “It’s Howard’s favorite, and I’ve been making these recipes since Tony was a boy.”
“I love Italian food,” you said, moving to wash your hands at the sink. “My grandmother was Italian, actually. She tried to teach me to cook, but I’m afraid I never quite got the hang of it.”
Maria’s face lit up. “What region was she from?”
“Tuscanyy. A little town near Siena.”
“Ah! My family is from further north, near Lake Como, but we share the same love of good food and loud family dinners.” She handed you a wooden spoon. “Here, stir the sauce while I check the pasta. What was your grandmother’s name?”
“Lucia,” you said, accepting the spoon and moving to the stove. The sauce was a rich, deep red, and the smell of tomatoes, garlic, and herbs made your mouth water.
“A beautiful name,” Maria said warmly. She pulled a pot of water off the burner, testing a piece of pasta between her fingers. “Perfect. You know, when Anthony first told me about you, I could hear something different in his voice. He’s always been brilliant, my son, always so focused on his work. But with you… there’s a lightness. A happiness.”
You felt your cheeks warm. "He makes me happy too. Happier than I ever thought possible."
Maria moved to stand beside you, looking down at the sauce. "A little more basil, I think," she said, plucking fresh leaves from a plant on the windowsill and tearing them with her fingers before dropping them in. "There. Now it's perfect. You know, the secret to good sauce is patience and love. You can't rush it."
"Is that the secret to everything?" you asked, surprising yourself with the question.
Maria smiled, understanding in her eyes. "Perhaps. Though sometimes love rushes in whether we're ready or not." She paused, then added quietly, "I worried about Anthony for so long. He's always been so driven, so focused on proving himself. Even though Howard and I have always been proud of him, always loved him, he's had this need to be more, do more. I worried he would never let himself just... be happy."
Your throat felt tight. "He's told me about that. The pressure he puts on himself."
"But with you," Maria continued, "I see him breathe. Does that make sense? It's like he's finally allowing himself to just exist, not just achieve." She turned to you, taking your hand. "Thank you for that. Thank you for seeing him - really seeing him - and loving him anyway."
"It's not 'anyway,'" you said softly. "It's because. Because he's brilliant and kind and funny and so full of love that sometimes I can't believe he chose me."
"Oh, sweetheart," Maria said, pulling you into another hug. "He's the lucky one. Trust me, a mother knows."
You helped Maria finish preparing dinner, and she walked you through each step of her recipes - the proper way to cook pasta al dente, how to tell when the sauce had reduced enough, the secret to her grandmother's meatballs (a splash of milk in the mixture, she confided, and a light hand with the breadcrumbs).
"You'll have to come back," Maria said as you worked together to plate the food. "I'll teach you my Sunday gravy - it takes all day, but it's worth it. And my osso buco. Anthony loves osso buco."
"I'd really like that," you said, and realized you meant it with your whole heart.
Dinner was served in a dining room that managed to be both elegant and comfortable. The table was set with beautiful china, but the atmosphere was relaxed, filled with laughter and easy conversation. Howard told stories about Tony's childhood - the time he'd taken apart the family television at age six, the science fair project that had nearly burned down the garage, the first car he'd built from scratch at sixteen.
"Dad," Tony protested, but he was laughing. "You're going to scare her off."
"Impossible," you said, reaching for his hand under the table. "I already know about the time you accidentally created a small explosion in your MIT dorm."
"He told you about that?" Howard looked delighted. "Did he tell you about the time he -"
"Dad, please," Tony groaned, but his eyes were bright with happiness.
The food was incredible - the pasta perfectly cooked, the sauce rich and complex, the meatballs tender and flavorful. You told Maria as much, and she beamed.
"You helped make it," she said. "You're a natural. Your grandmother taught you better than you think."
After dinner, you all moved back to the living room. Howard and Tony fell into a discussion about some new technology Stark Industries was developing, their conversation rapid-fire and filled with technical jargon that you only partially followed. You didn't mind - you loved watching Tony like this, animated and passionate, his hands moving as he explained some complex concept.
Maria settled beside you on the sofa, two cups of espresso in hand. She passed you one, and you sipped it gratefully.
"They'll be like this for a while," she said fondly, watching her husband and son. "Once they start talking shop, there's no stopping them."
"It's nice," you said. "Seeing them together like this. Tony talks about his father with so much respect and admiration."
"Howard feels the same about him," Maria said. "He's so proud of Tony. We both are. Not just because of his accomplishments, though those are remarkable. But because of who he is - his heart, his integrity, his capacity for love." She paused. "When he told us about you, really told us, I could hear it in his voice. This wasn't just another relationship. This was the one."
Your heart skipped. "He said that?"
"Not in so many words," Maria admitted with a smile. "But a mother knows. The way he talks about you, the way his whole face changes when your name comes up... I've never seen him like this. So happy. So settled. So sure."
You looked over at Tony, who was gesturing enthusiastically about something, his eyes alight with passion. As if sensing your gaze, he looked over and smiled - that soft, private smile that was just for you.
"I love him," you said quietly. "So much it scares me sometimes."
"That's how you know it's real," Maria said, squeezing your hand. "Love should be a little scary. It means you have something precious to lose. But it also means you have something precious to gain - a partner, a best friend, a family."
The word 'family' settled over you like a warm blanket. You'd been so nervous about this dinner, so worried about making a good impression, about being good enough for Tony and his family. But sitting here, in this warm house with these kind people, you realized you'd been worried about the wrong thing. This wasn't about proving yourself worthy. This was about being welcomed home.
"Thank you," you said to Maria, your voice thick with emotion. "For raising such an incredible man. For being so welcoming to me. For... for this."
Maria's eyes were bright. "Thank you for loving our son. For making him happy. For being exactly who you are." She leaned in conspiratorially. "And between you and me, I'm already planning the wedding. I'm thinking spring, maybe in the garden. Unless you prefer something else? I won't interfere, I promise, but I have so many ideas -"
"Mom," Tony called from across the room, "are you planning our wedding already?"
"Of course not," Maria said innocently. "We're just talking about... flowers. Generally."
"Uh-huh," Tony said, but he was grinning. He stood and crossed to you, extending his hand. "Come here, you. Save you from my mother's matchmaking."
"I like her matchmaking," you said, but you took his hand and let him pull you up.
He led you to the French doors that opened onto a terrace overlooking the gardens. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Tony wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"So," he murmured. "Verdict? Are they as terrifying as you feared?"
You laughed, leaning back against him. "They're wonderful. Your mom is already planning our wedding, apparently."
"Of course she is," Tony said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. "She's been planning it since I first mentioned you. Dad's probably already designing the engagement ring."
Your heart stuttered. "Tony -"
"I'm not proposing," he said quickly. "Not yet. Not tonight. But..." He turned you in his arms so you were facing him. "But I want you to know that this is it for me. You're it for me. My parents see it, I see it, and I hope you see it too."
You reached up to cup his face, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone. "I see it," you whispered. "I've seen it for a while now."
He kissed you then, soft and sweet and full of promise. When you pulled back, you saw Howard and Maria watching from inside, both of them smiling.
"They're watching," you said.
"Let them," Tony said. "They're happy. I'm happy. You're happy. That's all that matters."
You stayed outside for a while longer, wrapped in Tony's arms, watching the sun set over the Stark estate. Eventually, Maria called you back inside for dessert—tiramisu that she had made that morning, she said, though you suspected she'd been planning this dinner for weeks.
As you sat around the table, listening to Howard tell stories and Maria laugh and Tony's hand warm in yours, you felt something settle deep in your chest. This was family. This was home. This was everything you had been too afraid to hope for.
"Next Sunday," Maria said as the evening wound down, "you'll come back, yes? I'll teach you the Sunday gravy. And maybe we can look at some old photo albums. I have the most adorable pictures of Anthony as a baby -"
"Mom, no," Tony protested.
"Mom, yes," you said, grinning at him. "I absolutely need to see those."
Maria clapped her hands together. "I like you more and more. Howard, doesn't she fit right in?"
"Like she's always been here," Howard agreed, raising his wine glass. "To family. And to the wonderful woman who's made our son happier than we've ever seen him."
"To family," Maria echoed, her eyes shining.
"To family," Tony said softly, looking at you.
You raised your own glass, your throat tight with emotion. "To family."
Later, as Tony drove you back to the city, your hand in his and the taste of Maria's tiramisu still on your tongue, you felt lighter than you had in years. The anxiety that had plagued you all week was gone, replaced by a warm certainty that settled in your bones.
"Thank you," you said quietly.
Tony glanced at you. "For what?"
"For sharing them with me. Your family. Your home. For..." You paused, searching for the right words. "For letting me in."
Tony brought your joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Thank you for wanting in. For seeing past the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist thing -"
"You're never going to let that go, are you?"
"Never," he agreed cheerfully. "But seriously. Thank you for seeing me. The real me. And for loving me anyway."
"Not anyway," you said, echoing your earlier words to Maria. "Because."
Tony's smile was soft and genuine and so full of love that your heart ached with it. "I love you," he said. "In case that wasn't clear."
"I love you too," you said. "And I really like your parents."
"They really like you too," Tony said. "Mom texted me three times while we were saying goodbye. She wants to know if you're allergic to anything because she's already planning next week's menu."
You laughed, pulling out your phone. "I should probably give her my number. For recipe emergencies."
"Recipe emergencies," Tony repeated, amused. "Is that what we're calling wedding planning now?"
"Tony!"
"I'm just saying, you should probably start thinking about flowers. Mom has opinions. Strong opinions. She's been collecting pictures from magazines for years, just waiting for me to find the right person." He paused. "She stopped collecting about six months ago, by the way. Right around the time I met you."
Your heart felt too big for your chest. "She couldn't have known—"
"She's my mother," Tony said simply. "She knew before I did."
You looked out the window at the lights of the city coming into view, thinking about Maria's warm hugs and Howard's proud smile and the way they had welcomed you into their home like you had always belonged there. You thought about Sunday dinners and Italian recipes and photo albums full of memories you'd soon be part of.
"Next Sunday," you said. "I'll be there."
"I know," Tony said, squeezing your hand. "You're family now. You don't get to escape."
"I don't want to escape," you said softly.
And as the city lights blurred past and Tony's hand stayed warm in yours, you realized you'd never meant anything more in your life. You had come to dinner terrified of not being enough, of not fitting in, of not measuring up to the Stark family legacy.
Instead, you had found something you’d been searching for your whole life without even knowing it: a place where you belonged, exactly as you were. A family who welcomed you with open arms and open hearts. A future that stretched out before you, bright and warm and full of Sunday dinners and Italian recipes and love.
You had found home.
And it was more beautiful than you'd ever imagined.
SYNOPSIS: (bakugou has a crush on his baby mama) after a bad day at work, your baby father comes over to drop your kid home
WARNINGS: child death mention, flirting, crying n comfort
NOTES: i’ve never got so many people asking for MORE so if i get that again im gonna deactivate xoxo
PART ONE / BABY DADDY MASTERLIST
katsuki: Kenji has fallen asleep in my car so don’t be loud when you open the door
bakugou katsuki cradles his son against one bicep, holding his little deku trainers in his other hand with his matching green travel bag hanging off a single finger.
it’s a sight that calms you, that’s for sure. after a long day at work at the hospital, there’s nothing more you need than to sit down at home in silence to collect your thoughts. as a doctor, you dealt with injured patients often, especially in a society with wannabe villains and unregulated vigilantes. every shift was different and a whirlwind. today being one of the bad ones dealing with a death that just wasn’t warranted, they rarely rarely ever are but this one today just wasn’t… a second more, fuck maybe if you tried… or if you didn’t…
you gaze at your son’s face first. puffy cheeks breathing in and out, eyelashes fanned across them, closed in a deep sleep. he’s got a dynamight t-shirt on and you can already predict he was running havoc in his daddy’s agency. you press a wet kiss to his cheek.
then your baby daddy, holding your son with a single muscled arm against his black woolly jumper, rocking him ever so slightly. that usual smirk he’s got on his face, on tv, on patrol, to you, has immediately dropped to a look of concern at the sight of you. you don’t look that bad do you? fuck, you should have looked in the mirror before he came.
bakugou felt his heart drop to his ass at the sight of you. you’re in your usual mix match pyjamas whenever he drops kenji off in the evenings. these thin grey leggings that are tight at the ass but flare straight past your knee. paired with a light pink sweatshirt thin enough that he knows you’re not wearing a bra but not enough where nipple is showing.
he won’t explain how he knows those details. he watches you, a lot. enough to notice your red rimmed tired eyes and the way you keep pulling your sweatshirt to cover your hands, he’s an idiot to not think something’s up.
“i don’t wanna talk about it. can you drop him in his bed? he’s up early tomorrow.” you mumble, stepping aside to let the pro hero into your apartment.
bakugou takes one step and the room feels smaller, completely dwarfed by him. he could probably touch both walls in your bathroom with his wingspan. his caramel woody scent has already snuck it’s way up your nose and you’re fighting the urge to roll your eyes from how delicious he always smells.
“fuck, okay,” he replies, looking you up and down, twice over before kicking off his shoes as quietly and quickly as possible. “took him out to eat and he hung out with me and the guys at the office. he got overexcited and had to nap on my sofa. i think he had fun.”
you snort, crossing your arms as you lean against your fridge.. you have no clue why bakugou says things like this to you. it’s never often but you could count all the times on one hand. “he loves hanging out in your office. he tells me how your secretary gives him doughnuts and tells him not to tell you. then apparently kaminari, i think? shows him electrical tricks and you’re going to build him an indoor slide. he loves it.”
bakugou freezes, looking over at you once his shoes are off. then down at his son with these wide eyes like he’s just got a peep into his brain. “ah sometimes i just… adult environment, you know? not a place for a kid.”
you follow the blonde into your son’s bedroom, watching katsuki take off his jumper and trousers to tuck into bed. kenji makes a little sleepy mumble as he snuggles into his red riot duvet cover, “dada….”
“huh-uh. i’ll see you later, little man.” a kiss to his forehead and tucking his duvet in from all sides.
you watch as bakugou rises to his feet, watches his son with a look you can only describe as smitten and then turns to face you. his hands land on your shoulders, slowly pushing you out and shutting kenji’s bedroom door behind him.
you’re both too close. it’s a feat that happens a few times when you're both alone. either you’ve taken more steps than needed and you’re right up in katsuki’s personal space or him to you, badly measuring how big he is compared to you in your much smaller apartment.
he drops his hands from your shoulders, but stays close to you, half an inch from chest to chest. bakugou refuses to drop eye contact, straight white top teeth biting down into his bottom lip with a slight frown. it makes you think about kissing him, stopping that frown, stopping the questions you know he wants to ask you but he’s focused on how the skin around your eyes is dry from tears and there’s a slight rasp to your voice.
“you’re going to spoil him if you build that slide.”
“i’ll say it’s for my employees too. everyone can use it.”
“but really it’s for him, isn’t it?”
bakugou smiles slightly, just the left corner of his lips quirking up, eyes shining, “‘course it is. he’d fuckin’ love it.”
now you laugh because even though you’re not with your son’s father, you’re so grateful he’s got a father who’s so willing and proactive and loves him. almost as much as you do, okay, the same amount equally…
“you gonna tell me why you’ve been cryin’?”
that stupid frown is back, said in a whisper because you both are still outside your sleeping son's door. he stuffs his hands in his jean pockets and the action almost annoys you like they shouldn’t be there. back on your shoulders or your waist or—
you roll your eyes walking back into your living room away from the man with ruby red eyes that will make you confess anything without trying. bakugou’s following behind, not leaving much space behind you.
“it… wasn’t some guy was it? the one from that date you went on?”
you spin around in shock and bakugou’s raking his hand through his hair on edge.
“if it’s him i’ll kill him.”
now, he looks like the dynamight you see on your television when they’re showing his best bits from the decade. eyes alight, mind racing with possibilities. his fist clenching like he’s already trying to store his sweat for a blast.
“what? no? i didn’t even go on a date then. i told you that?”
bakugou tries to recall that conversation… your green panties… jazz bar… you did say you were going out with a….
“you were actually with a friend?”
“yeah. why would i lie?”
you know why you’d exaggerate and hold back details. but you didn’t think you’d get to see the result of your words in person. your baby father with his hand on the nape of his neck with parted lips like he’s finally got answers after days of ruminating.
“oh, fuck. okay, then,” he breathes and it’s like a weight has fallen off his chest, “another guy?”
“no guy, katsuki.”
you could just tell him to leave and you know he’d listen, if anything he’d actually understand. you’re about two metres apart now but there’s a string that keeps dragging him closer to you. one metre apart.
“what happened at work today? stupid patient?”
his deducing skills aren’t bad, though slightly off. it’s like he’s flicking through the book of yn, everything he’s gathered about you from his few years of knowing you. still half empty with so much more to learn.
you tilt your head at him, leaning on the back of your sofa as he leans on your kitchen counter top. you wonder if he’s got somewhere to be in the morning. he did that day you slept together a few years ago, leaving you an apologetic note about work and his phone number.
“how do you handle people dying all the time?”
bakugou’s eyes widen in realisation. you don’t look as if you want comfort yet, your walls are still up, arms crossed against your chest.
“therapy. blockin’ shit out. rememberin’ i can only do what i can do.” he finds a sweet wrapper on your countertop. he rubs it between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying the soft crinkling sound. then he looks over at your shiny pretty eyes, desperate for reassurance. “i can’t save everyone. neither can you, sweetheart.”
you’ve been a doctor as long as he’s been a pro hero. you haven’t saved quite as many people he has but any civilian who gets hurt gets sent to your hospital.
you sniff, wiping under your nose with your sleeve. “but he was just a baby… a teenager and he got in with the wrong group of boys and his mother looked like her whole world ended. that’s like if kenji and—”
bakugou moves without hesitation, stepping up to wrap you in his arms. he holds you tightly, your arms trapped on either side of your body. a low hush comes from his lips to soothe you, his head resting on top of yours.
“and i tried katsuki, i tried but i didn't have enough time.” you muffle against his chest, tears falling freely and catching in your throat. “i saw the panic and light leave his eyes all at once.”
“there’s never enough fuckin’ time. but you tried, all we can do is try, baby. you’re insane at your job, i know you did what you could. gotta find peace with that, hm?”
you know. you know this. they tell you in sensitivity training and you’ve been doing this job long enough to wrap these events up and store them in the back of your head.
so you slowly nod against bakugou’s chest, feeling his arms unwrap from you so two paws can hold your cheeks to face him.
his thumbs wipe under your eyes softly and a loud hideous sniff comes from you.
“you’re good, yeah? all good.”
“you talk to kenji like this, don’t you?”
a breathless laugh falls from bakugou and you hate how utterly gorgeous he looks through your blurry eyes. “sometimes you gotta tell him he’s okay so he doesn’t burst into tears at nothin’.”
you nod with a small smile, “sorry for getting snot on you.”
“i only wear black now for you and him. never know when the waterworks will start.”
you both laugh now, lowly with bouncing shoulders. slowly his hand slip from your cheeks but he loosely hooks two fingers on your forearm, just to keep you close. when it gets quiet he pipes up again.
“but talk about this shit. with me or someone, storing it all up… it’s gonna burst.” and he levels you with a stare so serious you can only nod.
“you give really good hugs,” you mumble and bakugou grins.
“yeah? i don’t get that compliment a lot.”
“it’s because you don’t hug anyone but kenji.”
bakugou’s eyes narrow in defense, “how do you know?”
possibilities of women and girlfriends and one night stands flicker through your head. that article you saw about bakugou being pictured with two women on his trip in the states a few months ago. the thought makes you want to gag. you scoff despite, “‘cause i know.”
“that’s mum logic for you. ‘cause you know.” he rolls his eyes and you shrug with a smug look on your face. “do you want another or is my time up here?”
you stare at him for two seconds before stomping over into his chest and he reacts without much thought, opening his arms to swallow you up.
“fuck, i really needed this,” you mumble, snuggling into his large body and pressing your cheek into his pectoral.
he’s in off season currently, always training but eating whatever he wants is causing his body to be slightly softer where it counts. he’s like a perfect pillow, firm with a squish and with all the emotion finally draining out of you you’re getting sleepy on him.
“am i gonna have to put you to bed too?”
your eyes snap open and your arms tighten around his back. he didn’t mean it like that, he definitely didn’t mean it like that. but now you’re thinking of your baby daddy throwing you onto your mattress and dragging your legs to the end of the bed and yanking off your leggings and—
“hmm, no. i’ll be off you in just three seconds.”
three seconds ends up being five and that’s when you feel the hard press into your stomach. one that has your body react like it’s been dumped in hot water.
“katsuki, is that your—,”
bakugou grunts like a bear, untangling to push you out of his arms, holding you arms width away. there’s a light flush of pink on his cheeks and he looks shamelessly away from you. you can’t help but look down at his crotch and see the swell… even in his jeans.
“you really don’t hug women, do you?”
“woman, you… you drive me crazy.” he states letting go of you and rubbing his face with a single hand.
giggles begin to bubble up and before you know it they’re falling out of you. you cover your mouth to not wake up kenji, “i’m only joking.. kinda?”
bakugou shakes his head with a smirk, making his way over to your front door to pull his shoes on. he doesn’t mention how every part of you felt, practically trying to crawl into his skin. he could feel your jaw against his chest, your breasts squished and he could remember how it felt to have them in his hands. you even stood right between his legs, and he doesn’t have to strain to rest his chin on your head. he loves how your arms clutched onto him like a lifeline and it bloomed a new craving inside of him for you. not just his stupid crush but he wants you to need him, to rely on him. he doesn’t want to admit it but it feels like you’re made for him. you fit perfectly.
“happy i can make you laugh like that, sweetheart.”
when bakugou’s ready to leave, you feel a rock drop to the pit of your stomach. you’ve really enjoyed his presence, him. you notice him gazing at your bitten lips, then your puffy cheeks, then up to your less bloodshot eyes.
“i’ll pick kenj up in two days. his grandmother wants to see him, take him to the aquarium i think.”
you nod, feeling warm despite the emptiness. “okay, just text me.”
bakugou nods back, and it’s another silent staring contest between you both. unsaid words floating around the room. maybe in another life when your kid isn’t sleeping and you weren’t done crying over a shift and bakugou katsuki was just bakugou katsuki, you’d ask if he wanted to stay the night.
but bakugou katsuki will never be just bakugou katsuki.
“okay… i’ll go,” he takes it upon himself to open your front door. he turns back at you with a grin that makes you already start to miss him, “see you, yn.”
“bye katsuki."
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hyung line seeing your natural hair for the first time .ᐟ
pairing : blackfem!reader x hyung line (separate)
genre : fluff n pure cuteness. that's it.
warnings : kissing, pet names, violent threats, cursing.
has links to hairstyles found on pinterest!
backstory : so basically, you guys started dating when your hair was straightened. so they haven't seen your natural hair yet. hence, why they're surprised.
a/n: im so super excited to do this one, due to the fact that poc (that are also stays) people don't get much recognition here on tumblr. the maknae line might be delayed due to my vacation, sorry!!!
feel free to like, comment, and reblog.
word count: 652
bangchan - 방찬
you were putting your hair into this hairstyle, when chan entered the bathroom
this mans jaw would DROP
but he would fall in love all over again (kisses everywhere for the next straight week)
"baby, why haven't seen your beautiful hair like this before?!"
would spend the entire day researching about your hair
listens to you talk about your hair
almost fainted at the amount of hair products you owned
"Jesus Christ, that's like 50 products!"
probably could almost faint at the beauty supply store
when he saw the different color eco gels on the shelf, he just had to ask
"baby what's the difference between the brown and green gel?"
most DEFINITELY would rest his head in it (with consent obviously)
poor channie would bring home the wrong hair products for you
"it's the wrong one? i'm going back"
you would have to convince him it's fine and that he doesn't have to go
moral of this, he just fell in love all over again
leeknow - 리노
you had been doing your hair in the bathroom while leeknow went to go get lunch and ran some errands
he opened the door to find Dori, Soonie, and Doongie at your feet
"i was looking for y- wow."
absolutely flabbergasted at how big your puffs were
you originally thought he didn't like it, due to the fact that your hair was straight when you two got together
"jagiya, it looks so good on you."
accidentally got his hands stuck in it (bless this kitty.)
found out about amount of hair products from Doongie while you were at work
"how does y/n use this many..."
but he didn't judge because he didn't know much about it (also why would he judge his beautiful black girlfriend..??????)
the next morning you were doing your hair again
he had been hugging you from behind, head on your shoulder
the cats were on counter following your every move along with leeknow
was just completely entranced.
had to untangle a cat's paw or 2 out your hair (dori and soonie were curious)
is protective over you, especially to any jokes or certain looks about your hair
"don't mind them jagiya. they're like this because they don't have as much hair as you."
always smiled when you kept your hair out like this and not straightened
changbin - 창빈
you just left your hair in a afro
did a QUADRUPLE take when he walked past the bathroom
"sweetheart your hair was this big and fluffy THE WHOLE TIME?!"
would fall in love all over again (this mf had actual heart eyes)
is completely distracted in the studio until jisung asked him
"changbin what's wrong? this is like the fifth time you've been spaced out."
proceeds to absolutely gush and become a fanboy over your hair
thinks about it all the damn time
the proudest smile on his face when you get compliments
buys literally anything at the beauty supply for you
has been at the beauty supply so many times that the employees just know
practically lives in your afro (loves the feeling and the scent of all the hair products
will most DEFINITELY throw a dumbell at anyone who looks at you and your hair wrong while you two are on your gym date
got matching bonnets for you two
is completely inlove again
hyunjin - 현진
you tied your hair up, making sure it was out of the way
when hyunjin entered the bathroom it was like a play
he gasped dramatically
"i've got an heaven sent girlfriend. i'm the luckiest man alive."
"is it bad...?"
"I LOVE THEM"
taking his eyes off of you was not an option
came back from an errand run with two bags filled with hair products
did his research and found temporary hair dye for your hair type
shaped your puffs into stars with the most delicate touch ever
painted you (for his eyes and yours only)
refills hair products without you having to ask
absolutely adores hair supply runs with you (even if he gets looks, he just wants you to be happy
wrote poems about you and hair
showed his members SO many photos of it
bought so many matching bonnets for the two of you
I'm not sure if you take requests but if you do I have one
Rhysand with reader who is usual a very strict HL but Mor takes her out drinking and she's kind of a lightweight
So just reader being a cute drunk mess with Rhys in the Rainbow and a few shop owners are so happy seeing them be cute
ALSO ALSO reader calls Rhys "Hubby" in drunk slurring which she's never had cause they are Fae mate but Rhys loves it
Pleasepleaseplease
a/n: I got this a while back and it was so cute omg
Hubby
Rhysand x Reader
RHYSAND MASTERLIST
ACOTAR MASTERLIST
Summary: After a night of drinking at Rita's, you started to miss your mate, calling him from your bond without knowing, leaving him to deal with your drunken mess.
Cw: Tooth rotting ass fluff, a lot of "hubby", drinking mentioned
The Night had barely begun in Rita's when Mor had ordered a line of vodka shots for you to "Get started", most Fae had a high drinking tolerance but for someone who didn't usually drink, the potent liquor quickly took its toll on your senses. The dimly lit tavern seemed to spin around you as you struggled to keep your balance, leaning heavily against the bar counter. Mor, ever the mischievous demon, cackled with glee at your predicament, downing shot after shot with ease.
As the night wore on and the drinks continued to flow, vodka, tequila, rum, wine, you found yourself becoming increasingly disoriented, all you wanted in the moment was more, and you wanted him too, so under your intoxicated mind, you send him a full access to every thought. The sounds of raucous laughter and clinking glasses grew distant, replaced by a strange, pulsating rhythm that seemed to emanate from within your own body. Your vision blurred, colours bleeding into one another like watercolours on wet paper yet you kept drunkenly dancing on the floor with Mor.
"MATE!" You gasped, jumping on a male nearby who looked nearly the height of your mate, you wrapped your arms around the poor unsuspecting guy.
As you drunkenly threw your arms around the tall stranger, he stumbled back in surprise, his eyes wide with alarm. "Whoa there! Easy..." He chuckled, trying to gently pry you off his back. He froze when he realised who you were, "My Lady?" The poor male, still looking shell-shocked, took a step back, holding up his hands in a defensive gesture.
"Hey now, let's not get too handsy here!" A voice purred, effortlessly prying you loose from the startled man's grasp. That voice, that smell, you melted into him. Rhysand stood behind you in all his beauty. Your head lolled onto his shoulder, dizzy from the alcohol and the sudden closeness. Rhysand's touch sent tingles through your body, making you acutely aware of just how much you wanted him.
With a wicked grin, Rhysand swept you up into his strong arms, cradling you against his chest. His touch ignited sparks across your skin, even through the layers of fabric separating you. "Looks like someone needs a babysitter," He teased, then turned to his sister with a glare that didn't meet the rest of him, "You were supposed to take care of her."
He tried to appear threatening, but was impossible to do with his beloved mate in his arms poking and pinching at his cheeks, letting out dunk hiccups and giggles.
Mor rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Hey, I did try to keep her sober! I didn't know she would be stumbling around so soon." She gestured vaguely towards the tall stranger still standing a few feet away, looking both relieved and scandalized.
Rhysand shot Mor a withering look before focusing back on his giggling, hiccupping mate. He couldn't resist the adorable sight - your flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, and the way you nuzzled into his neck like a contented kitten. Despite his annoyance at having his cheeks pinched, he felt a surge of affection for you.
"I think it's time we got you home, love," Rhysand murmured, his warm breath tickling your ear. "You're going to regret this in the morning." He turned to the strange male, "Apologies for the scare, have your next one on me." With a nod, he picked you up in his arms, ready to leave with you.
Mor just shrugged, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Hey, she was having fun! And now that you're here, I've got other things to attend to." She winked suggestively at a group of rowdy females across the room before sauntering off towards them, leaving you alone with Rhysand.
He rolled his eyes at his sister's antics and carried you effortlessly through the crowd, drawing curious glances from the other patrons. Some whispered, others pointed, but Rhysand ignored them all, his focus solely on you. Once outside, he set you down gently against the walls of the tavern.
"You're quite the handful when you drink, my love," Rhysand said, running a hand through his hair, sighing. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."
He knelt in front of you, helping you out of the high heels you were wearing, "Can't walk properly can you? Lets remove these." He winnowed the heels back home.
With a contented sigh, you leaned against the wall, watching Rhysand, his fingers brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Once free of the restrictive footwear, he carefully removed your stockings, revealing smooth legs.
Rhysand's gaze lingered on your exposed skin, his eyes darkening with desire. He reached out to trail a finger along your calf, feeling the heat radiating from you. "You're burning up," He murmured, concern etched on his face. "Are you sure you're alright?"
Despite the lingering effects of the alcohol, being close to Rhysand made everything else fade away. All you could focus on was the intoxicating scent of him, the gentle touch of his hand, and the raw hunger in his eyes.
"Hubby!" You giggled drunkenly, cupping his face as you looked down at him with wide eyes, "Youcameforme-" You slurred together. "Hubby-"
Rhysand's lips curved into a tender smile at your endearment, his heart swelling with affection. He covered your hands with his own, pressing a soft kiss to your palm as he got up. "For you, always, I came as quickly as I could." He chuckled at your drunkenness, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. His eyes softened. "Hubby, huh? I could get more than used to that. How much have you had to drink?"
"Just... Just this much." You held up your fingers in a pinch. "Hubbbbyh..." You pinched his cheek with the same fingers.
Rhysand laughed, the sound rich and warm, as he captured your pinched fingers between his lips, giving each a playful nip. "Well, perhaps we should get you home before you start calling everyone Hubby. I'm going to be the only one who you call that." He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "You're utterly wasted."
You nodded proudly, eyes closing a little. "Hubbyyy... I am no lighwight..." You shook your head, smiling drunkenly, "I can... Haaandlee ittt...."
He rolled his eyes amused. "You say that, but you're in my arms right now, not your own two feet." Rhysand had scooped you up effortlessly, cradling you against his chest once again. "I think it's time for us to return home, don't you agree, my lovely drunk High Lady?"
You nuzzled into his neck, inhaling deeply the comforting scent of him, your eyelids growing heavy. "Mmmhmmm... Home... Hubby's house..." You mumbled, your words slurring even further. "Noflying... Carry me. Piggggybackk me..." You try scaling his height, "Carry meee."
"Our house." Rhysand corrected, and smiled indulgently at your demands, his heart melting at the sweet, drunken request. "Of course, my little drunkard," He cooed, adjusting you securely in his arms. "Piggyback ride it is."
He bent down, allowing you to climb onto his broad shoulders, your legs wrapped around his waist as you settled comfortably against his back. Rhysand straightened up, his strides confident and purposeful as he began walking through the streets of taverns and shops.
The cool night air caressed your flushed skin, but you hardly noticed, lost in the warmth and security of Rhysand's embrace. Every now and then, you'd nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his scent, or press a lazy kiss to his skin. The world spun lazily around you, a pleasant haze of happiness and contentment enveloping you completely.
You sighed, burying your face in his neck. You were usually stoic, the role of High Lady had taken a toll on the carefree young female you used to be, in the haze of the alcohol, you felt young again. "Hubbyyy... Hub..." You hold onto his neck, face in his hair. "Hub?"
"Yes? Need something, love?" Rhysand chuckled softly, the vibrations of his laughter resonating against your cheek pressed to his throat. "I'm still here," He reassured you, his hands holding onto the backs of your thighs to keep you stable
"Food... Hubby." You sighed, nibbling at his neck, "Or I eat youuu..."
He laughed, a shiver running down his spine as he felt your teeth against his skin. Your words were slightly muffled from the way your head was buried in his neck, but he could make out the hunger in your voice. "No, you can't eat me." He teased. "You need something to soak up the alcohol."
"Soak me up..." You sighed as he carried you through The Rainbow, a few whispers flying by seeing their High Lord and Lady like this, none judgemental, rather endearing, "Hubby? Food..." You pointed to an open shop.
He chuckled, shook his head, amused. He followed your pointing finger, spotting the open food stall. "Alright, alright. We'll get some food, you drunken fool." He turned towards the shop you were pointing at and walked in, still carrying you on his back.
"Hello Mr!" You smiled over Rhysand's shoulder to the shop owner "Can I have what you're selling? Everything looks so goodd..."
The older male looked up in surprise at the sight of the High Lord carrying his very clearly intoxicated High Lady, but a warm smile spread across his weathered face, and chuckled a bit at your cheerful greeting. He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Of course, my Lady. Anything in particular you'd like?" Amusement danced in his eyes, eyeing you and your mate fondly.
"Mmhhmm... Anything... Warm... Soothing..." You slurred, nuzzling deeper into Rhysand's neck.
The vendor nodded knowingly, selecting some hearty stew and fresh bread. "Well, this is our speciality. Me and my mate's." He said and with your confirmation, he went to the back of the shop, ready to prepare the food in the rather empty shop. The shop usually did numbers, especially further in the night when drunken patrons from taverns came by for food when they realised they forgot to eat.
Rhysand smiled, appreciating the vendor's kindness. He watched as the man prepared the meal, the aroma of the stew wafting through the air, making your stomach growl loudly. The High Lord couldn't help but chuckle at the sound. He set you down on one of the tables, sitting beside you.
As the vendor worked, Rhysand couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and affection for you. You may have been drunk, but there was an innocence, a vulnerability to you in this moment that tugged at his heartstrings. He knew you weren't often given the chance to let go, to simply be yourself without the weight of responsibilities and expectations.
"What...?" You whispered when you caught Rhysand staring, leaning against the wall by your seat for support.
He watched you for a moment, taking in your drunken state. You leaned against the wall for support, your eyes glassy and unfocused. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before he answered. "Nothing, darling. Just admiring the view." He smirked, his eyes roaming over you, taking in every inch of your form as you leaned against the wall, looking completely and utterly wasted.
Rhysand moved closer to you until he was right beside you, his body heat enveloping yours. He gently placed his hands on your hips, pulling you back against his chest. "You know, you look absolutely stunning like this," He whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "So relaxed, so carefree... It's intoxicating."
His hands slid up your sides, fingertips grazing the underside of your breasts as he leaned in closer. "I want to bottle this moment up and keep it forever," He murmured, nipping at your earlobe. "You, drunk and adorable, all mine..."
You looked up as an elderly female walked out from behind the shop, the vendor's mate. She set glasses of water in front of you and smiled, "Welcome to our humble place, My Lord. Lady. I hope you enjoy the food."
Rhysand thanked her warmly, his gaze never leaving yours as she retreated back inside. He picked up one of the glasses, bringing it to your lips and tilting it so you could take a sip. "Drink up, my love. You need to rehydrate after all that drinking."
As you sipped the cool water, he stroked your cheek tenderly, his thumb brushing over your plump lower lip. "I've missed these moments with just us," He admitted softly, his voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "When it's not about titles and duties, but just about being together."
You took another sip of the water, feeling it soothe your parched throat. As Rhysand continued to stroke your cheek, you leaned into his touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips. His words struck a chord within you, reminding you of the simplicity and beauty of your bond.
"I miss... Those moments too..." You managed to say, your eyes meeting his. In that instant, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a bubble of intimacy and understanding, eyes closing.
He nudged you gently, trying to get your attention, waking you up when the male brought the stew paired with bread. Rhysand guided you to sit properly at the table. Supporting your back with his arm as he handed you a spoon. "Here, try some of the stew first. It's delicious, I promise."
"Hubby Ahhhh..." You opened your mouth for him, clearly indicating you wanted to be fed.
With a gentle smile, Rhysand lifted the spoon to your lips, feeding you a small bite of the savoury stew. You hummed in delight as the flavours danced on your tongue, the richness of the broth mingling with the tenderness of the meat and vegetables. He continued to feed you in this manner, each bite carefully placed between your parted lips.
He fed you the spoonful of stew, his hand holding the spoon gently to your mouth. He smirked softly as you opened your mouth to accept the food. The hot liquid fills your mouth, warming you up and the spices soothe you. He couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable you looked in your drunken state. "Good girl. Eat the rest, it'll make you feel better."
You grunted to pick up the bread, dipping it in the stew, you brought it to your lips, "Mmm... It's so good."
He chuckled watching you, your usual grace replaced with clumsy, drunken movements. But even still, there was something endearing about it. "Careful there, love. Don't want you making a mess."
Rhysand reached out, gently taking the bread from your fingers before you could bring it to your mouth again. He dipped it in the stew himself, then held it to your lips. "Let me do that for you," he cooed, his voice low and soothing. "Just relax and enjoy."
You pouted playfully at Rhysand's intervention, but didn't resist as he took control of feeding you once more. He held the dripping bread to your lips, the warmth of it contrasting pleasantly with the cooling broth. Your eyes fluttered closed as you savoured the taste, a contented hum rising in your throat.
"Mmmm... Rhys... So good..." You mumbled around the mouthful, the slurping sounds of your enjoyment filling the quiet shop. A few stray droplets of stew escaped the corner of your mouth, trailing down your chin.
Without thinking, Rhysand leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick them away, his eyes never leaving yours. "Delicious..." He whispered, his voice husky with desire. "And call me hubby again."
You giggled at his request, the sound slightly slurred. "Hubby... Hubby..." You repeated, emphasizing each syllable with a playful nod. The intimate act of him licking the stew from your chin sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself leaning into him, craving more of his touch.
Rhysand grinned, pleased with your response. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he continued to feed you in a slow, sensual rhythm. Each dip of the bread, each tender placement of it against your lips, was deliberate and charged with intimacy.
As you ate, he nuzzled into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo mixed with the faint tang of alcohol. His free hand wandered down to rest on the curve of your hip, fingers tracing gentle circles over the fabric of your dress. The warmth of his palm seeped through to your skin, igniting a pleasant ache in its wake.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it. Maybe next time, you should drink a bit less." He murmured, his breath tickling your ear. "So you can fully appreciate the food."
"I don't drink too much." You deny with with a head shake, swallowing the food, and drinking water at proper intervals.
Rhysand chuckled at your protest, amused by your attempt to defend yourself despite your current state. "Oh really? Because you seem to be having quite the hard time sitting upright right now," he teased, his fingers subtly massaging your hip in a way that made you squirm slightly in your seat.
A soft, drowsy giggle bubbled up from your throat as you tried to maintain focus on the conversation. The alcohol still coursing through your veins made everything feel like you were floating on a cloud, although you could string together words better.
"You're saying that like you've not been bored with me being sober," You replied with a mischievous grin. "Hubby doesn't like it when I'm all responsible, does he?"
Rhysand laughed, the sound rich and deep. "I just adore you, no matter what state you're in. An I could never be bored with you." He pulled you closer, until you were in his lap, sharing the same space.
"You're perfect just the way you are, y/n," He said, his voice filled with conviction. "Sobriety, intoxication, strict, carefree. It doesn't change who you are to me. You're my mate, my partner, my equal, my best friend."
He tilted your face up towards his, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. "I love watching you come alive when you let go and have fun. Seeing that sparkle in your eyes, hearing your laughter... It's intoxicating in its own right."
After eating, Rhysand paid the couple and held you again on his chest, as you nestled comfortably against his broad chest, your arms wrapping around his neck. The gentle sway of his steps and the cool night air on your flushed skin soon had you drifting off to sleep once more, lulled by the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear.
Rhysand carried you through the quiet streets, the moon casting an ethereal glow over the scene. He navigated the path home with ease, his senses heightened by the presence of his sleeping mate. The rhythmic thud of your heart and the soft rise and fall of your chest against him were a comforting lullaby.
"Hubby..." You whispered in your sleep as Rhysand carried you home, the gentle sway of his steps and the cool night air on your flushed skin soon had you drifting off to sleep once more, lulled by the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. Rhysand carried you through the quiet streets, the moon casting an ethereal glow over the scene. He navigated the path home with ease, his senses heightened by the presence of his sleeping mate.
He felt a surge of protectiveness and affection wash over him, knowing you trusted him enough to fall asleep in his arms after a night out.
why have the black women of tumblr come to the conclusion that ghetto black women don’t deserve love or representation?
like what’s wrong with a character liking rap music, or liking to have her nails, lashes and hair done?
it’s like yall don’t realize that you’re being anti-black and elitist asf. like yall complain and complain about how writers on here never “write characters like you” and honestly if you feel that way then write it yourself?
ghetto black women never get good representation in media because of people LIKE YOU. like god forbid someone writes characters like the people in their everyday life or like them because they ALSO thought “i don’t get good representation either” like what the fuck is wrong with yall.
i love every single ghetto, loud, “stereotypical” (which makes no fucking sense) black woman that loves to have long nails, to wear wigs and braids, loves have their lashes done and ones built like megan thee stallion and speak aave.
i love every single shy, quiet, nerdy black woman that loves wearing her natural hair no rocking her natural face and the ones skinny, thick, fat, short, tall, and whatever tf else.
like there is some actual representation you SHOULD be fighting for like more PLUS SIZE reader rep that isn’t the stereotypical “i hate my body” ass shit , more DARK SKIN reader rep that doesn’t have anything to do with the reader hating her skin tone or going through colorism, and some TALL reader rep but bitch you’re pissy because they made the reader like to wear wigs …like bitch are you DUMB???
bashing black woman writers on here because YOU don’t feel represented is fucking stupid. they take times out of THEIR days to write on this app and they DON’T get paid for this! so for the love for all things that are holy, if i hear another one of yall say some this shit imma beat your ass.
