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Hi everyone! ๐๐พ๐๐พ I hope your day has been going wonderful so far. I have to admit that Iโve been drowning in college work lately, but since spring break is coming up, I wanted to ask you, my lovely followers, for some story ideas. ๐
I honestly just need some inspiration because Iโve been having a lot of writerโs block with my current (very unfinished) works, and I think itโs because Iโm not feeling truly inspired right now.
So maybe you guys can help? ๐ค๐
It can be anything (as long as Iโm comfortable writing it, of course). It could be a oneshot, something for the kink series, different AUs, tropes, time periodsโanything, lol.
Feel free to submit an ask (anonymous or not) or DM me your idea. If I enjoy it, Iโll definitely shout you out when I post it.
The plan is to have at least one story posted during spring break for you all. However, I donโt want to promise anything just yet. I definitely need this break too because, guysโฆ this college work has not been kind to me. ๐ฅฒ๐ฅฒ If you know, you know. ๐๐
Like always, I adoreee you guys so much! Stay safe and always remember you are loved!! ๐ซถ๐ฝ๐
๐staring: Nerd!Miguel OโHara x Queen Bee Fem!Reader
ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐ฉทpreview:ย โYou really didnโt think you could avoid me foreverโฆdid you, mutt?โย
๐ฉsummary:ย A month has passed since Mamaโs Diner, and your pet has gone into hiding. But you always find what belongs to you.
๐tw/cw: Big Dick Miguel, Blackmail, College AU, Cunnilingus, Enemies with Tension, Humiliation, Manipulation, Messy Emotions, Miguel!Defiance Sub, Obedience Kink, Phone Sex, Power Imbalance, Praise, Steamy Photos, Toxic Relationship
๐ฉท Rating: 18+ explicit I SMUT I
ย ย ๐ฆดWord Count: 5.8kย
๐ธMusic: Animals - Maroon 5
๐Here's Lapdog 2: Pt 1 Pt 2
The restroom was cold.ย
Echoey.ย
Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, flickering every few seconds like they were struggling to stay alive.ย
The sharp tang of bleach clung to the air, almost metallic on Miguelโs tongue.ย
He stepped inside and checked each stallโempty.ย
All of them.ย
A rough exhale tore out of him.ย
His bag hit the tiles with a loud thud as he tossed it against the porcelain walls.ย
Miguelโs hands gripped the edges of the sink, knuckles whitening, head hanging low as he fought for breath.ย
โWhat the fuck am I doing?โ He raised his head slowly, meeting his own reflection.ย
Flushed caramel skin.ย
Tensed shoulders.ย
Chest rising and falling like heโd sprinted across campus.ย
Lips parted.
Glasses fogged.ย
He looked wrecked.ย
But not from exhaustion.ย
From you.ย
His hand moved almost without permission. Slow, shaky fingers unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants just enough to free the throbbing outline aching beneath.ย
You did this to him.ย
You ruined his morning.ย
Entered his class like a storm in silk.ย
Hijacked every single thought he tried to have.ย
Reduced his notes to meaningless scribbles.ย
You forced him into humiliating, reckless, expulsion-worthy thingsโand yet his cock throbbed at the idea of doing it all again tomorrow.ย
Maybe even later today.ย
Miguel hated this.ย
He loved this
He palmed himself through his khakis, a low hiss escaping his throat as the pressure finally eased the unbearable ache.ย
โFuckโฆwhat is she doing to me?โ The question hit him again, harder this time, as he stared at himself in the mirror.ย
He didnโt see the outcast. The quiet, overlooked nerd who avoided eye contact and kept his head down.ย
Miguel saw a man flushed and trembling, rutting into his own palm like a dog in heat.
In a public restroom.ย
Because you told him to.ย
How had things come to this?ย
The door creaked and Miguelโs heart plummeted.ย
His hand jerked away from his body instantly, and his head snapped toward the soundโthe unmistakable click-click-click of pink heels striking tile.ย
And then you.ย
The entire atmosphere shifted the moment you stepped inside. Like a match had been struck, the heat bloomed into the cold air.ย
Bold.ย
Effortless.ย
Unbothered.ย
You walked in as if the restroom belonged to you.ย
As if he belonged to you.ย
Pink purse swinging at your side, eyes already on him, your presence filling the room like sweet perfume and danger.ย
Like ownership.ย
Like you owned the place.ย
Like you owned him.ย
Miguel turned away from you, shoulders tight, fists clenched at his sides like he was bracing for impact.ย
He didnโt speak at firstโhe didnโt have to.ย
His shame spoke for him, burning bright on the tips of his ears, flushing down his neck like spilled wine sliding over warm skin.
But when he finally turned his head back toward you, there it wasโ
That spark.ย
That bite.ย
That stubborn flicker of defiance still fighting under all the obedience youโd wrung out of him.ย
โTook you long enough,โ he uttered, voice low, roughโlike heโd swallowed his pride whole and was still choking on it.ย
His breath hitched when your hips swayed closer, when your heels echoed lightly on the tile.ย
But he didnโt step back.ย
Not an inch.ย
His legs felt bolted to the floor, heavy with the weight of every command he had followed today.ย
Every surrender.ย
Every humiliating photo.ย
You stepped closer.ย
He held his ground.ย
You tilted your head, dragging your gaze down him slow enough to make him swallow hard.ย
And Miguel knew.ย
He knew you were replaying that image in your headโthe one he sent.ย
The one where he tugged his pants low enough to reveal the thick, desperate outline pulsing beneath dark gray cotton.ย
The one where the wet spot shone faintly, giving him away completely.ย
You didnโt speak.ย
Didnโt tease.ย
Didnโt scold.ย
You leaned back against the cold tile wall, crossing your arms, your rose-colored crop top hugging your body perfectly as you watched him.ย
Waiting.ย
It was worse than anything you could have said.ย
Miguel exhaled sharply through his nose, head tipping down for breath. โThis is fucking crazy,โ he mumbled, like he was trying to talk himself down, trying to convince himself he still had control.ย
But his body had already betrayed him the moment you walked in.ย
He stepped toward you, slow and deliberate. His hand slipped under his blue cardigan.ย
Thenโwithout a wordโhe unbuttoned and unzipped the rest of his khakis.ย
His fingers trembled. Not from fear.ย
But from the weight of what this meant.ย
He still had a biteโa scowl pulling at his mouth, the tension in his jaw, the thick frustration simmering under his skin.ย
But this?ย
This was surrender.ย
For now.ย
Miguel eased his waistband down just enough. Then his boxers followed, elastic catching for a moment before giving way.ย
And there he was.ย
Thick.ย
Heavy.ย
Flushed dark at the tip.ย
Still glistening faintly from the leak you mocked him for.ย
Twitching at the cold air touching skin that clearly only wanted you.ย
Miguel didnโt look at you right away.ย
He couldnโt.ย
Because even he knew this was crossing something.
Breaking something.
Becoming something he couldnโt walk back from.ย
But youโฆ
You stared.ย
And you knew this image would seat itself into your memory forever.ย
Miguel OโHara.ย
The quiet loner.ย
The campus nobody.ย
Standing in front of you like a defiant, trembling pupโwanting your touch, wanting your approval, wanting relief only you could give.ย
A sight youโd absolutely touch yourself to later.ย
Your teeth caught on your lower lip as your eyes traced him. From the dip of his pelvis to the thick, needy length hanging between his thighs, pulsing for no one but you.ย
It made you smirk.ย
โYou are a good boy,โ you chuckled, pushing off the wall and gliding closer, step by step, until the heat between your bodies tightened into something suffocating. โYou followed all my directions.โย
Miguelโs nostrils flared. โIโฆwas merely following them since Iโm being blackmailed.โย
โOh?โ You tilted your head, mock-innocence dripping off your voice. โAnd here I thought you were enjoying yourself. You couldโve stopped messaging me at any time.โย
Your eyes slid down deliberately, landing on his throbbing cock. โPlusโฆyou are hard.โย
Whatever comeback Miguel had died instantly when you reached out and touched him.ย
His breath ripped from him in a sharp gasp as your fingers ghosted along the dip of his hip, dragging slowly across the sharp veins of his pelvis, tickling the soft hair of his happy trail.ย
It wasnโt enough.ย
But it was too much.ย
โAy coรฑoโฆโ he choked, chest stuttering. The sound trembled in the air between you.ย
You didnโt realize how much you missed thisโhis whimpers, broken breaths, the way he unraveled the moment your nails grazed his skin.ย
It was music.ย
Your sharp pink nails trailed up again, teasing, playful, cruel. โYou said what?โ you laughed, knowing perfectly well you were stealing the words from his throat.ย
Knowing he could never form full sentences when you touched him like this.ย
Miguelโs large hand shot out, gripping you wrist to steady himself as he fought the rush of sensation coursing through him.ย
โI should stop you,โ he managed to force out, voice strained, cracking at the edges.ย
But he didnโt move.ย
You lifted your gaze to him, smug and certain, because you already knew he wasnโt going to do a damn thing.ย
You leaned in, standing on your tiptops, your glossy lips brushing his ear. โThen stop me.โย
But Miguel didnโt.ย
Didnโt even try.ย
Instead, he let you cup him.ย
The moment your palm wrapped around him, his knees nearly buckled.ย
โFuckโฆโ he breathed, hips jerking forward in a desperate, involuntary sputter. His cock twitched eagerly in your hand, seeking more friction, more warmth, more you.ย
Your grin spread slowly across your lips as you stroked himโslow, deliberate, devastating. โDoesnโt this feel familiar, hmm?โ you teased. โReminds you of a diner, doesnโt it?โย
Miguel tensed, his body going rigid at the memoryโand the reaction only made you giggle softly.
His eyes were hooded, lips parted, cheeks flushed, glasses fogging with every pant.
And goodness, wasnโt he a looker when he fell apart.ย
But today wasnโt about him nor about recreating your little exhibitionist show in Mamaโs diner.ย
So just as quickly as you took him into your handโyou let him go.
ย
Miguelโs breath hitched violently, his chest rising too quickly as the heat and friction vanished from his throbbing shaft. His brows furrowed, body lurching at the loss of contact.ย
Then, rage flickered across his face.ย
โYou reallyโฆare a bitch,โ he spat, breathless and furious, anger rising for what had to be the millionth timeโas if speaking the word in your direction was the only dignity he had left.ย
โSpoken like a true mutt.โ Your smirk was sharp and merciless. โBut you still havenโt apologized for running off.โย
Miguelโs eyes widened. โThatโs what this is about?! Me ditching your sorry ass?!โ he snapped, voice louder than he intendedโprobably because the ache in his cock made every emotion ten times hotter.ย
Your eyes narrowed at his tone. โDitch me? You repeated, disgust dripping from every letter. โNo, sweetheart. I wasnโt ditched. I was deserted and left waiting like a fool.โย
You swept your gaze up and down his trembling, exposed body, wondering for the hundredth time why you were even bothering with this nonsense.ย
You could ruin him.ย
End him.ย
Drop him like the throbbing migraine he was.ย
And yetโฆsomething kept you rooted in place.ย
Your eyes drifted down to the heavy, flushed cock still twitching for you. 'Oh yeahโฆthat.'
A growl vibrated low in your throat, annoyed, furious even, at how some lowlife, cardigan-wearing nerd had this much effect on you.ย
Or perhaps it wasnโt just his body?ย
The thought rattled through your mind like a loose windowpane in a storm.ย
โYou are my pup.โ You spat the word out, shoving that horrid little thought to the back of your mind before it could root itself.ย
Stepping closer to him, you jabbed a pink nail into his chest, watching his scowl twist deeper.ย
โYou are my mutt. My damn dog. My lapdog until I say otherwise. And if you ever need a little reminderโโย
You snickered as you pulled your phone from your skirt pocket, waving it in the air like a death sentence.ย
โIโll gladly start by sending those photos you took today straight to MJ. Maybe start a few rumors about the mystery guy with abs for days, pecs for pillows, and a killer cock wandering around Nueva York Uniโโย
โDamnit! I get it!โ He shouted, voice raw with rage and panic.
The walls were closing in on him again, and you didnโt care.ย
โThen prove you understand!โ Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you stormed toward the sinks, heels thudding like the beginning of an execution.ย
โShow me you understand, pup.โย
You bent forward, thrusting your rear up, slowly bunching your skirt around your waist. Pink lace hugged your ass in ways that made grown men stupid.ย
You glanced over your shoulder, locking eyes with himโcold, furious.
ย โGet over here.โ A commanding jerk of your head.ย
ย โOn your knees.โย
Miguel felt cornered againโcornered by choices that all led to ruin.ย
His reputation, his degree, his internship prospects, librarian jobโeverything could be destroyed with a single post from you.ย
You, the Queen Bee.ย
Judge, jury, executioner of anyone beneath your tax bracketโฆย
He was furious, frustrated, trapped, but heโd be lying if he said that was the core of what ran through his veins.ย
The truth?ย
Miguel felt shame.ย
Shame for wondering if youโd jerk him off again.ย
Shame for wanting to fuck that attitude out of you until you forgot that damn video recording.ย
Shame for still wanting to be your lapdog.ย
And worseโfar worseโshame for how many times heโd stroked himself stupid these few days imagining himself knocking on your sorority house door just to beg you to take him back.ย
Only his pride kept him from doing it.ย
So why you?ย
Why did he crave you?ย
Bitchy snobs like you werenโt his type. Never had been.ย
Also, Miguel loathed people who waved wealth around like crumbs to starving ducks.ย
Yet, here he was.ย
However, his spinning thoughts were cut short the instant you lifted your skirt.ย His breath left him.ย
Those commandsโโGet over there. On your knees.โโ triggered something deep and involuntary.ย
Like a damn dog.ย
A part of him wanted to drop.ย
To bury his face between your cheeks and beg forgiveness with his tongue.ย
But he didnโt move.
Couldnโt.ย
His jaw tightened, knuckled paling as he clenched his fists.ย
Miguel stayed frozenโnot because he didnโt want youโbut because his pride was hanging on by a single fraying thread.
You mustโve seen it in his eyes: that storm of humiliation, rage, arousalโฆand something animalistic coiling beneath.ย
Then he really saw you.ย
Bent over the sink like a sin. Spine arched beautifully, pink lace framing the ass that had been haunting him for weeks. Smooth skin practically glowing under the harsh lights.ย
His heart slammed like a fist against his ribs.ย
Blood rushed south with dizzying force.ย
Miguel was panting before he realized it.ย
โIโm notโฆโ he swallowed hard, dazed eyes meeting yours in the mirror. โIโm not your fucking pet.โย
His legs trembled.ย
His bare cock completely flushed, his blue cardigan hanging open, pants and boxers pooled helplessly at his ankles.ย
Chest heaving.ย
Fists clenched.ย
Jaw ticking.ย
He looked like a man trying to physically swallow his shame.ย
You didnโt flinch.ย
Didnโt react at all.ย
You just watched him through the mirror, every ounce of his inner turmoil on display.ย
It almost made you pity him.ย
Almost.ย
โThen leave,โ you said simply, tilting your headโmocking him with your ease.ย
The freedom you offered meant nothing, and you both knew it.ย ย
Miguel didnโt leave.
Of course, he didnโt.ย
His nostrils flared.ย
His fists tightened.ย
But, he still didnโt move.ย
โYouโre already mine, Miguel.โ Your voice was a low, lethal hum. โYou have been since I caught you in your office. Since Mamaโs diner.โ Your eyes sharpened to his in the mirror.ย
โYou just donโt want to admit how good it feels to be kept by me.โย
The truth spilled from your lips like poison.ย
Because he was yours until you said otherwise. It became true the moment you pressed the record that morning.ย
And another truth lay beneath itโone he couldnโt outrun:ย
Every command, every touch, every humiliating actโฆfelt euphoric.ย
And the second you said it aloudโsomething in him snapped.ย
Broke.ย
Bent.ย
Obeyed.ย
With no words, he walked toward you and sank to his knees.ย
It was clumsy.ย
Resentful.ย
And absolutely intoxicating.ย
A tall, brillant, broad-shouldered manโcock out, pride in ruinsโkneeling for you like he wanted to bite and beg at the same time.ย
It was rapturous.ย
The cold tile kissed his skin first, snapping Miguel out of the spiral of shame and straight into reality in front of him.ย
The only thing he could seeโhell, the only thing he could seeโwas the curve of your ass.ย
The perfect pink thong barely hiding anything, clinging to your damp center like it was guarding buried treasure meant only for him.ย
You didnโt look at him directly.ย
You didnโt need to.ย
You watched him in the mirror insteadโwatched the flicker of surprise, awe, and hunger cross his face.ย
It made everything worse.ย
For him.ย
For you.ย
โYouโre lucky Iโm hard,โ he grumbled, eyes narrowing up at you in a feeble attempt to reclaim control. โOtherwise, Iโd be out that door.โย
A pathetic lie.ย
You heard it.
He heard it.ย
You laughedโsoft, smug, cruel.ย โOh babyโฆyou were hard before we even entered the bathroom. I have the proof.โย
You rested both hands on the edge of the sink and pushed your ass out a little more, a silent invitation. A taunt.ย
And thatโs when he saw it.ย
The lace shifted.
Delicate.ย
Wet.ย
But the part that stole the fucking breath from his lungs was the glint of metal nestled right between your folds.ย
Miguel froze.ย
โWhat theโโ He blinked hard, brows snapping together. โAre you kidding me?โย
His breath shook as his hands rose, almost without permission, resting on the backs of your thighs.ย
Carefullyโtoo carefullyโhe spread your right cheek to see more.ย
The tiny piercing winked back at him, catching the fluorescent light like it was mocking him.ย
A soft pink gem shimmered wickedly above your swollen clitโpretty and dangerous, like it existed solely to ruin a man.ย
To ruin him.ย
โYou got thatโฆpierced?โ he rasped, voice cracking. โThatโs real?โย
Miguel watched pornโplenty of it. But heโd never seen anything like this.ย
Never seen something so obscene and appealing that it almost made him cum untouched.ย
You laughed at his expression, turning your head just enough to see him over your shoulder. โWhat? Never seen that while jerking off to your little websites?โ you teased, catching the glare he triedโand failedโto hide.ย
โBut yes, itโs real, dweebโฆYou like?โ You didnโt know why you cared, but that was the least of your concern as his response to such a question was even better.ย
Miguelโs brows rose, lips parting helplessly. โIโshit.โ He raked a shaky hand through his brown hair, swallowing a groan he couldnโt fully contain.ย
What was he supposed to say? โHell yeah, I like itโI want nothing more than to suck it into my mouth until you cum.โ
But Miguelโs pride had taken enough hits today.ย
He'd rather lick the damn bathroom floor than compliment you.ย
โItโsโฆinsane. And very unexpected,โ he muttered, clearing his throat.ย
You chuckled, shifting your hips back, closer to his face. โWellโฆMr. Never-Seen-A-Clit-Piercingโฆโ Your voice dropped to a seductive lilt. โGet to work.โย
Despite the defiance in his eyes, Miguel leaned forward. His large hands braced your thighs.ย
His breath hitched as he hoveredโtoo closeโover the thin fabric covering your pussy.ย
โYouโre not even gonna take your panties off?โ He asked, still clinging to scraps of rebellion and obviously stalling.ย
โNo.โ You sighed, your reply sharp and impatient. โYou have to work for it.โย
โYouโre such a damn brat.โย
โAnd youโre on your knees for me.โย
That shut him up.ย
His jaw clenched, grip tightening on your thighs.ย
Miguel dipped forward, your scent hitting him full force, something sweet and warm, a dizzying punch straight to his cock. Precum dripped onto the tiles.ย
He stilled, overwhelmed, mouth hovering over the soft swell of your right cheek.ย
Heโd never done anything like this.ย
Sex once in highschool and endless porn-watching didnโt exactly prepare you for this.ย
For you.ย
But then his lips found your skin.ย
A gentle kiss.ย
Tentative.
Worshipful.ย
Your eyes fluttered shut, humming in approval. โGoodโฆbut youโre trembling. Terribly.โ You laughed between soft sighs as he kissed again, trailing your ass with slow, shaky reverence.ย
Miguel was trembling.ย
Hands quivering.ย
Heart hammering.ย
Yet he kept goingโgiving in to the hunger heโd tried so hard to deny.ย
His teeth grazed your skin in a sudden bite, making you yelp. A deep and involuntary groan escaped him, his cock jumping in response.ย
โFuck, I hate you.โ Miguel sighed into your skin, frustrated at you, at himself, at how easily you unraveled him.ย
His lips moved lower, bolder now, edging toward your center. Then his tongue flicked out once to taste you through the delicate pink thong.ย
โMmmโฆsaid by the guyโฆwhose face is buried between my thighs.โ You arched back against him, grinding just enough to make him whine under his breath.ย
โSo the question isโฆโ Your voice dripping tauntingly, breathlessly, and sweetly.ย
โIs it truly hate?โย
Miguel didnโt answer.ย
Not with words.ย
Cursing under his breath, Miguel pressed in deeper, unable to stop himself.
Every lick, every desperate drag of his tongue only drove him wilder until he wasnโt just eating you through your thongโhe was smothering his face between your cheeks.ย
Tongue and lips lashed at the pink fabric, now drenched in his saliva and your slick. He devoured you like he needed it to breathe.ย
โFโfuck,โ you moaned, gripping the porcelain sink tightly.ย
It startled you how good he was becoming.ย
How quickly he learned.ย
How eager he was to please.ย
But youโd sooner surrender your black card to MJ before admitting that.ย
โYouโฆcan do better than thaโโย
A loud, broken moan ripped out of your throat, cutting your own taunt short.ย
Your head fell back, eyes fluttering as you glared down at him from over your shoulder. โF-fuck, dweebโฆyouโre finally starting to get it.โย
Your legs trembled as his tongue found your clit piercing, a sharp jolt of electricity shooting straight through your spine each time the metal clicked against his tongue.ย
Soon it was too much.ย
Too much teasing.ย
Too much fabric.ย
You needed his mouthโreally needed it.ย
โStop.โ Your palm nudged his forehead, chest rising and falling in heavy pants.ย
Miguel lifted his head, breath hot, lips slick. Annoyance flickered over his fogged glasses, but the moment you said, โTake them off,โ everything in him shifted.ย
The eagerness was pathetic.ย
He wished he wasnโt so obedient.ย
Wished heโd said something snarky insteadโsomething sharp enough to protect whatever was left of his pride.ย
But he didnโt.ย
Miguel hooked his fingers beneath the strings of your thong, and slid it down your legs slowlyโฆreverently. Kissing every inch of skin as it was revealed, right down to your ankles.ย
You parted your thighs just barely, inviting him back in. It made Miguelโs breath stutter.ย
Among your perfectly shaven, dripping pussy, the curve of your clit piercing gleamed. A small pink gem sat above your swollen bud, matching your lipstick, your heels, your entire cruel aesthetic.ย
A deliberate choice.ย
Something pretty.ย
Something dangerous.ย
โEstรกs jodiรฉndomeโฆโ he whispered, stunned. His cock throbbed at the sightโso hard it was painful, swollen, leaking again onto the tile beneath him.ย
โCat got your tongue?โ you smirked, catching his entranced gaze in the mirror.ย
Miguel gulped, unable to speak.ย
His brain was a mess, static buzzing from lust and disbelief.ย
YouโQueen Bee, untouchable tyrant of campusโhad a piercing likeโฆthat.ย
He couldnโt think.ย
He could barely breathe.ย
And his cock spilled another bead on the floor.ย
โUse your words, puppy,โ you teased.ย
โOr better yetโฆUse that tongue.โย
Miguel scrambled closerโactually scrambledโhands gripping your thighs again as he pressed his mouth to your skin.ย
He kissed the inside of your thighs first.ย
Slowly.ย
Tasting.
Marvelingโฆ
You were warm.ย
You were trembling.ย
Miguel inhaled deeply, like he wanted your scent burned into his memory. Then finallyโfinallyโhis mouth closed around your piercing.ย
You gasped.ย
He moaned.ย
Loudly.ย
The metal was cooler than your heat, a tiny spark of sensation that shot through you each time he flicked it.ย
He tested what pressure made you jolt.ย
What pace made you breathe harder.ย
What angle made your knees shake.
His tongue flattened, curled, circledโdeep, wet strokes that left you babbling.ย
Your manicured fingers tangled in his hair, dragging him deeper between your cheeks.ย
For once, your entire world narrowed down to this:ย
The buzz of fluorescent lights.
The cold sink under your palm.
Miguelโs tongue and lips learning you like a language he was born to speak.ย
Miguel growled into your cunt, chin slick, lips swollen, tongue desperate and relentless.ย
His free hand left your thigh to wrap his cock. Thick fingers slid along his length, matching the rhythm of his mouth as he groaned into you.ย
โTe gusto asรญ, no?โ His words slurred against your folds, feverish. โDesesperadoโฆ patรฉticoโฆโ
Every pump of his fist made his precum spill faster, coating his hand. Every lick of his tongue made your thighs tremble harder.ย
โThis is what you do to me,โ he thought savagely. โThis is what you make me become.โย
His mind flashed with fantasies heโd never confessedโ
Taking you from behind.ย
Fucking you until you screamed his name.ย
Feeling your walls squeeze the life out of him.ย
โOh fuckโฆMiguel!โ His name left your lips before you could catch it.ย
Any other time you wouldโve swallowed that weakness. But right now?ย
Right now you were close.ย
So damn close.ย
โMiguelโdonโt you dare f-fucking stop.โ Your voice cracked, breath hitching as your back arched hard enough to pop.ย
Hearing his name in your mouth made his balls tighten dangerously.ย
Miguel cursed into your cunt, doubling down. His tongue flattened, dragging, curling, licking you like he needed to earn forgiveness heโd never asked for.ย
Your thighs began to shake violently.ย
Your grip on his hair tightened.ย
Your breath shook.ย
โRight thereโfuck right thereโMiguel!โย
When your release hitโ it hit hard.ย
Your hips jerked into his mouth, thighs clamping around his head as your orgasm tore through you.ย
You whimpered his name while shaking, shuddering, and spilling onto his tongue.ย
Miguel moaned into you, swallowing everything you gave him. Your slick coated his lips, dripped down his chin, and smeared across his cardigan. But he didnโt stop.ย
Not while your clit pulsed against his tongue.
Not while you trembled and gasped and sagged forward.ย
He licked you clean until your knees almost buckled.ย
Then he pulled back, panting, wrecked, pupils blown wide and he reached for himself again.ย
Miguelโs hand worked fast, desperate. His hips bucked, heavy balls drawing up tight as he spiraled toward release.ย
โGonnaโfuckโฆโ he grunted, head falling back.ย
He came hard, thick ropes spilling onto the tile and splattering beneath him.ย
His fist pumped through it, milking every drop. His chest heaved, veins bulging along his pelvis as he rode it out.ย
Then the restroom fell silentโexcept for two ragged sets of breathing.ย
Your chest rose and fell, hair sticking to your forehead, thighs still quivering faintly. Brushing your hair aside, you looked over your shoulder.ย
And there he was.ย
Miguel.ย
On his knees.ย
Wrecked.ย
Glasses fogged.ย
Chin shiny with your slick.
His spent cock still twitching as cum pooled under him.ย
The sight surprised and satisfied you.ย
Deeply.ย
A victorious smile curled your lips. โStill think youโre not mine?โย
Miguelโs breath came hard and uneven, chest rising like heโd been fighting for more than just air. He glared up at you through those fogged lenses, irritation resurfacing now that clarity was setting in.ย
โFuck you,โ he breathed. โThat wasnโt for you. That was for me.โ
โOh, really?โ Your smirk sharpened as you adjusted your skirt with casual elegance. โBe careful what you say, Miguel. I might take you up on that offer.โ
You let your gaze drag slowly down his wrecked body. โAnd your moans and the mess all over your lipsโtell me otherwise.โ
Miguel stayed on his knees, knowing damn well every word heโd just said was a lie.
Complete and utter bullshit.ย
โGet up.โย Your command cracked through the restroom like a whip.ย
Miguelโs brows narrowed, disbelief flickering across his flushed face. โYou serious?โ he huffed internally.ย
For a man who could deadlift half the gym and jog across campus without breaking a sweat, it was humiliating how breathless he felt nowโhow weak his legs were after what youโd just done to himโฆor better yet, what heโd done for you.ย
Still kneeling, he watched you saunter toward your purse.ย
The sway of your hips.
The intentional angle of your lean as you bent over.ย
Your skirt lifted just enough to flash a pink lace againโ
A reminder.ย
A warning.ย
A promise.ย
His throat tightened.ย He remembered that piercing.ย
That wicked little jewel sitting pretty between your folds.ย
The one heโd just had his tongue on.ย
The one he now wanted between his lips again.ย
His face burned hotter as he pushed himself upright onto unsteady legs, shamefully aware he was still staring at your ass like a starving man denied a final meal.ย
Miguel cleared his throatโtoo rough, too shaky.ย
He reached down and grabbed for his boxers and khakis still pooled around his ankles, tugging them up with stiff, embarrassing movements.ย
โD-Donโt expect this toโฆbe a daily thing,โ he muttered, fumbling with his zipper. His voice tried for icy defiance, but landed somewhere between flustered and wrecked. โI actually care about my education.โย
His hands shook just enough to betray him.ย
His breath still came too fast.ย
His cock hadnโt fully softened.ย
And despite the glare he tried to throw your way, he looked every bit the lapdog youโd made him.ย
He hated you.ย
He wanted you.ย
He was yours.ย
And he knew it.ย
โWhatever.โ You barely spared him a glance, rifling through your purse.ย
You had a snarky comeback on the tip of your tongue, but honestly? You werenโt listening.ย
You were too busy searching for that one particular item.ย
โThere it is.โ Your fingers curled around the tub.ย
Turning back toward him with a mischievous glint in your eye. You twirled the peony pink lipstick between your manicured fingers.ย
Miguel stilled.ย
Eyebrows raised.ย
Hands pausing halfway up his belt.ย
He assumed you were about to fix your makeup until you walked right up to him and stopped dangerously close.ย
โWhat do you want now?โ he sighed, looking down at you with that weary frustration of someone who already knew that spark in your eyes meant trouble.ย
You silenced him instantly with a single manicured finger pressed to his lips. โHush. And hold still.โย
Miguel swallowed hard as you slowly crouched down in front of him.ย
His heart thudded loudlyโtoo loudlyโagainst his ribs.ย
His cock stiffened in his pants again, shamefully eager at the thought of your mouth being on him next.ย
But instead of giving him that hopeful BJ, you lifted his cardigan and tugged his waistband down just a little.ย
Just enough to reveal the lightly shaven dip of his pelvis, the curve of his hipbones, the trail of hair disappearing into his boxers, the visible veins across his lower abdomen, and the growing bulge beneath it all.ย
Looking up at him, lips curled, you popped the cap off your lipstick and twisted the base.ย
โSorry to ruin your little fantasy, mutt,โ you teased with that sultry tone. โBut you havenโt earned a blowjob. Not yet.โย
His breath stuttered as you dragged your fingertips across the perfect spotโright above his V-line. Where his skin was hot, taut, and undeniably sensitive.ย
Then you raised the lipstick.ย
Miguelโs brain short-circuited.ย
โW-What the fuck are you doing?โ he asked, though he didnโt move. Couldnโt.ย
He winced at the cold, creamy glide of the lipstick against his skin.ย
โFuckโฆ what are youโโย
He felt the strokes.ย
Felt each letter forming.ย
Felt the anxiousness crawling up his throat.ย
But he didnโt breathe again until you sat back on your heels, grinning wickedly. โHmmโฆitโs missing somethingโฆโย
โMissing what?โ Miguel snapped through clenched teeth.ย
Your answer was a loud, unapologetic smooch pressed right to his pelvis.ย
He moanedโlow, startled, involuntary.ย
โThere,โ you murmured, standing. โNow youโre mine.โย
Miguel stared at you, stunned.ย
โNow you are mine.โย
What the actual hell?ย
He twisted around to the mirror, lifting his shirt and froze.ย
Because there it was:
Your name.
In bold, pink lipstick.ย
Written across his tan skin.ย
Right over hisโย
Miguel swallowed hard.ย
The lipstick glowed against himโmarking him, claiming him, branding him.
Beside it, your kiss print bloomed like a signature further showing ownership.ย
His jaw flexed. His chest rose and fell like he was overheating from the inside.ย
โYouโreโinsane,โ he finally growled.ย
โAnd youโre hard. Again,โ you shot back, watching him in the mirror as you touched up your lips with the same lipstick that now marked him.ย
He was going to blow another load.ย
You plucked your purse from atop his bookbagโno way were you letting it touch the dirty restroom floorโand tucked the lipstick inside.ย
โPeter Bโs throwing a party after the homecoming game,โ you said casually, adjusting your top. โIโm expected to be there.โย
Miguel scoffed, buckling his pants, and pulling himself back together. He removed his glasses to wipe them clean, trying to erase the evidence of everything that just happened.ย
โSo?โ he mumbled, slipping them back on.ย
You caught his gaze. He quickly looked away.ย
โSo,โ you repeated, stepping closer. โIโm picking you up,โย
Miguelโs heartbeat stumbled. โMaybe I have plans,โ he lied horribly.ย
He had no plans.ย
Ever.ย
His boss at the library practically begged him to get a life.ย
You snorted. โYou donโt. I checked your schedule.โ Slowly and unexpectedly, you reached up and smoothed down his hair. Your nails grazed his scalp, making him shiver.ย
โAnd if I say no?โ he muttered, cheeks hot, breath catching.ย
You tucked a strand behind his ear. Your smile was cruel and prettyโa thing he didnโt believe was possible until he met you.ย
โIโll send that picture of you leaking all over yourself to MJ. And maybe the dean.โย
Miguel glared, but you giggledโsoft, smug, and annoyinglyโฆcute.ย
โAnd how do you even know where I live? How do you know my schedule?โ He asked, voice tight.ย
โI have my ways.โ Which was the polite and short version of saying you spiraled when he ghosted you and did FBI-level search.ย
Not that he needed to know that.ย
You leaned in, lips brushing his. โNext Friday,โ you whispered. โBe ready.โ Your smile twisted. โAnd if you ditch me again? Same rules apply.โย
โYeah, yeah,โ he groaned. โYouโre leaking the fucking pictures and video.โย
โGood,โ you murmured before you kissed him.ย
A soft gasp slipped from Miguelโs lips before he could stop itโand worse, a low, traitorous hum of satisfaction followed right behind it.ย
The kiss was brief. Nothing like the deep, hungry, breath-stealing one youโd given him in the diner.ย
But it didnโt matter.ย
It still rocked him.
Left him breathless.ย
Left something blazing under his ribs that heโd never admit out loud.ย
โDamn you,โ he thought hazily. โDamn you for kissing like that.โย ย
The thought drifted through his fogged brain as you pulled away, leaving his lips tingling, his pulse stumbling.ย
Dazed, wrecked, and entirely too pliant, Miguel watched you saunter toward the doorโhips swaying, perfume lingering, everything about you spelling trouble he couldnโt walk away from.ย
He almost thought that was it.ย
That youโd leave him in ruins again.ย
But then you stopped.ย
โOh!โ you chirped, mischief sparkling in your eyes as you reached underneath your skirt.ย
Miguelโs brows pinched together just a second before your pink thong slid down your legs and into your hands.ย
Thenโyou tossed it.ย
Instinct alone made him catch it one-handed.ย
Warm.ย
Still damp.ย
The scent of your release clinging to the fabric like a brand.ย
His breath hitched, pupils blowing wide behind his frames.ย
โYouโre keeping those,โ you said with a smile that could slice through steel. Adjusting your skirt, you turned with a flick of your hair.ย
โSee you around, pup.โย
You blew him a kiss and walked outโheels clicking, hips swaying like you owned the whole damn world.ย
Miguel stood frozen, clutching your panties, heart pounding and cock stirring like he hadnโt just spent himself all over the floor.ย
You left him wanting again.ย
Needing again.ย
Obeying again.ย
And as you stepped into the hallway, a soft breeze kissed the heat between your thighs, coaxing an even deeper, more triumphant smirk onto your lips.
Your lapdog was back.ย
And this time, you planned to keep him on a much tighter leash.ย
A/N: This is the end of Lapdog 2! I hope you enjoyed it, because I ADORREEE this series so much, yes, there will be a third. That said, please bear with me, as I canโt promise itโll be coming soonโฆ but it will definitely be a future work.
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A/N: The second part of Lapdog is here! I do want to mention that thereโs a series of text messages in this part. I originally had them formatted to look exactly like a phone screen in my Google Doc, but once I transferred everythingโฆ Tumblr completely messed it up. ๐ So I had to go a different route in how I showcased them.
I hope itโs still appealing and doesnโt pull your attention away from the story too much. I just wanted to explain because my perfectionist self was stressed about it for a while. ๐ฅฒ
๐staring: Nerd!Miguel OโHara x Queen Bee Fem!Reader
ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐ฉทpreview:ย โYou really didnโt think you could avoid me foreverโฆdid you, mutt?โย
๐ฉsummary:ย A month has passed since Mamaโs Diner, and your pet has gone into hiding. But you always find what belongs to you.
๐tw/cw: Big Dick Miguel, Blackmail, College AU, Cunnilingus, Enemies with Tension, Humiliation, Manipulation, Messy Emotions, Miguel!Defiance Sub, Obedience Kink, Phone Sex, Power Imbalance, Praise, Steamy Photos, Toxic Relationship
๐ฉท Rating: 18+ explicit I SMUT I
ย ย ๐ฆดWord Count: 3.6kย
๐ธMusic: Middle of the Night - Elley Duhรฉ
๐Here's Lapdog 2: Pt 1 Finale
โAnd Miguel,โ he added, gesturing down the row, โgo ahead and move a few seats over, please. Letโs give the new student some space to be engaged. Four down should do.โย
Your smile froze.ย
The audacity.ย
The absolute gall of this clearance-rack scholar.ย
Miguel looked like he wanted to melt through the floorโnot from embarrassment, but from relief.ย
And that relief pissed you off.ย
Before he could stand, you leaned in, voice a velvet blade against his ear.ย
โYesโฆrun along and obey. Good boy~โย
His hand tightened so hard around his satchel you swore you heard the fabric squeak.ย
A soft sound escaped him, barely audible, as he shifted in his seat, thighs pressing together, trying to hide the growing bulge youโd awakened.ย
Then, with a stiff swallow, he stood and moved exactly four seats down.ย
You watched every step he took.ย
Miguel clearly thought heโd gotten away from you.ย
Cute.ย
You had more than enough time to turn this class into a personal nightmare for him.ย
Time seemed to slow.ย
The clock ticked, but never fast enough.ย
10:13 AMโฆ
10:14 AMโฆ
10:15 AMโฆ
Class ended at 11:00 AM, and at this pace, even the father of time seemed hellbent on joining in the torment of the outcast of NYU.ย
You had gone quiet.ย
Which, Miguel knew, was never a good thing.ย
If anythingโฆhe found himself wanting your threats and venom-laced jabs.
At least those gave him something solid to brace for.ย
Your silence? Even four seats away?
That was deadly.ย
His anxiety gnawed at him.ย
The tap of your heel was like a needle puncturing his eardrum.ย
The wet snap of your glossy pink lips as you chewed bubble gum made him flinch with every pop.ย
He realized quickly that everything you didโevery moment, every sound, every inhaleโwas engineered to terrorize him.ย
Miguelโs jaw clenched.ย
His hand tightened around his wooden pencil until he swore he felt it crack.ย
โFuck, I gotta get out of here.โ The thought looped in his mind like a mantra, his leg bouncing against the floorboards, nerves on full display.ย
โWell, that concludes my lecture for today,โ Dr. Octavius announced, and for a brief, delusional instant, Miguel hoped that meant freedom.ย
But no.ย
He knew this class like the back of his hand.ย
He wasnโt escaping the she-devil in Prada that easily.
โWe still haveโฆโ the doctor checked his wristwatch, โforty-five to fifty minutes left in class. More than enough time to start on questions in your textbook on pages 142 to 146.โย
Dr. Octavius plopped into his desk chair with a tired, world-ending sighโthe kind a man makes when heโs one bad day away from sprouting mechanical arms and terrorizing Nueva York.
Miguel understood the feeling.
โFeels like the Puta Queen drained everyoneโs lifespan the moment she walked inโฆโ he thought, scanning the room.ย
The slumped shoulders.ย
The empty stares.ย
The palpable exhaustion.ย
Then, he cautiously glanced in your direction.ย
You sat with the immaculate composure of royalty, back straight, legs crossed, phone glowing in your manicured hand.ย
Chair desk completely empty. Not a single textbook or paper in sight.ย
Like you werenโt even in class.ย
Like you were above it.ย
And of courseโฆyou were.ย
Miguelโs hand snapped his pencil in half. A quiet curse escaped him. โMierda. This is what she wants. She wants me wound up. She wants me to lose it. I canโt let her win.โย
Miguel loosened his constricting tie around his thick throat, breathing fractionally easier. He reached down into his satchel to grab another pencilโ
But the buzz from his pocket froze him in place.ย
Miguel never checked his phone in class.ย
Never.ย
But something in himโcuriosity, dread, inevitabilityโmade him pull it out.ย
The moment he saw the notification, he regretted looking at it all.ย
Puta Queen ๐: Puppy, I'm bored as hell. Play with me. ๐
Read ย ย 10:18 AM
Miguelโs heart dropped straight to the pit of his stomach.ย
His head snapped to youโand there you were, already watching him.ย
Perfectly waxed brows wiggling.ย
A wicked grin playing on your glossy lips.ย
A growl nearly tore out of his throat.ย
โWhat more do you want from me?!โ he wanted to shout. โYouโve threatened me, cornered me, invaded my space. You can ruin everything Iโve strived for, so what more is left!?โย
To Miguel, you were a ravaging fireโconsuming, relentless, impossible to satisfy.ย
Every time he thought he had escaped, your flames licked up his heels again.ย
Hunching over in a tiny corner heโd carved for himself in the back row, he typed out a reply with frantic, shaky thumbs.ย
Puta Queen ๐: Puppy, Iโm bored as hell. Play with me. ๐
Read 10:18 AM
My Lapdog ๐ฆด: No. Stop this.
Read 10:19 AMย
My Lapdog ๐ฆด: We are literally in class forย goodness sake.
Read 10:M
Puta Queen ๐: Do u seriously think I give a shitย that weโre in class, pup? Donโt tell meย u forgot about the diner already?
Read 10:19 AM
Puta Queen ๐: And why? Itโs fun, donโt u think so, pet?
Read 10:19 AM
My Lapdog ๐ฆด: The only person who finds this fun is a controlling, psychotic bitch.ย
Read 10:20 AM
My Lapdog ๐ฆด: And would you stop calling me that?ย Iโm not your fucking anything
Read 10:20 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Me? A bitch? I think we knowย who the real bitch is.ย
Read 10:21 AM
Puta Queen ๐: I heard he even barks ifย u stroke his cock real nice, lmao
Read 10:21 AM
Miguelโs face ignited.ย
Heat burned across his cheeks.ย
The memory slammed into him with humiliating clarity and shame twisted deep in his stomach like a cyclone.ย
But beneath the shameโฆsomething hotter throbbed at the base of his spine.ย
And then he heard itโyour soft giggle.ย
Reveling in his torment.ย
Feeding off it.ย
Fucking bitch.ย
Puta Queen ๐: Me? A bitch? I think we knowย who the real bitch is.ย
Read 10:21 AM
Puta Queen ๐: I heard he even barks ifย u stroke his cock real nice, lmao.
Read 10:21 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Good. Iโm happy to freshen ur memory, bitch.ย
Read 10:22 AM
Puta Queen ๐: So unless u want everyone to see thatย absolutely heinous video of their favorite mutt and his big cock...agree u will play a game with me.
Read 10:22 AM
My Lapdog ๐ฆด: Fineโฆ
Read 10:25 AM
My Lapdog ๐ฆด: Iโll play your fucked-up game.
Read 10:25 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Always a good boy.ย
Read 10:26 AM
Puta Queen ๐: First part of the game is forย u to raise ur shirt. Send a pic of that pathetic stomach.ย
Read 10:26 AM
Miguel sucked in a breath.ย
He stared at the message like it might disappear if he blinked hard enough.ย
Like maybeโjust maybeโyouโd lose interest, forget about him, decide he wasnโt worth the trouble.ย
But heโd told himself that lie too many times already, and reality always came swinging back hard.ย
His hand moved before he realized it, nerves firing in every direction.ย
You were forcing him to do something soโฆ
Scandalous.ย
Dangerous.ย
Humiliating.ย
So utterly not him.ย
He glanced around cautiously. Under the guise of rummaging in his backpack, he lifted his shirt and vest just a few inchesโjust enough.ย
Miguel wasnโt subtle. He was sweating bulletsโred-faced and trembling.ย
But the picture was snapped anyway.ย
A shot of his bare abdomen: soft in places from stress and sleepless nights, but still cut and strong from years of 2 A.M. workouts in his apartment gym.ย
A moment later he heard the buzz from your phone.ย
My Lapdog ๐ฆด: Image
Read 10:30 AM
Your phone buzzed.ย
You didnโt look up at first.ย
You let it sit in your lap like you werenโt already anticipating itโlike your pulse hadnโt quickened the moment the little photo icon popped up under his name.ย
Then you peeked.ย
Clicked.ย
And snorted.ย
Fucking hellโฆ
You tilted your phone under your chair desk, rolling your eyes dramatically.ย
So what if his body looked like it had been carved out of stress, pent-up rage, and cheap protein powder?ย
So what if that faint V-line and the trail of dark hair dipping below the waistband only made your thighs instinctively squeeze together.ย
Big deal.ย
Youโd seen better.ย
Probably.ย
Definitely.ย
...Maybe not.ย
Not that he needed to know that.ย
You wrinkled your nose at the picture, pretending it offended you personallyโlike you were the one being punished just for looking at it.ย
โYawn. Mid,โ you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.ย
His annoyed scoff?ย
Exquisite.ย
With the perfect mask of false irritation, your manicured fingers began to type.ย
My Lapdog ๐ฆด: Image
Read 10:30 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Well, fuck meโฆย u rly r obedient, arenโt u?
Read 10:32 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Only a four-pack?ย Tsk tsk, I thought u worked out. U rly r a nerd. ๐
Read 10:32 AM
Puta Queen ๐: But donโt think our game is done. It's just getting started.
Read 10:32 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Second part of the game:ย Undo one button. Just one.ย Let me see ur chest, big boy.
Read 10:32 AM
Miguel bit the inside of his cheek, knuckles whitening around his phone.ย
โIโm playing right into her fucking hands, and I canโt do a damn thing about it.โ His breath shuddered out of him in frustration.ย
But stillโwith trembling fingersโhe reached up and popped the top button of his collared shirt.ย
Just one.ย
Like you asked.ย
He didnโt need to look at you to know you felt the shift. His shame burned hot enough to radiate across the row.ย
A shaky exhale slipped from his parted lips. The squeak of his chair when he adjusted only made you grin wider.ย
Oh yes.ย
You had him.ย
Puta Queen ๐: Well, fuck meโฆย u rly r obedient, arenโt u?
Read 10:32 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Only a four-pack?ย Tsk tsk, I thought u worked out. U rly r a nerd. ๐
Read 10:32 AM
Puta Queen ๐: But donโt think our game is done. It's just getting started.
Read 10:32 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Second part of the game: Undo one button. Just one.ย Let me see ur chest, big boy.
Read 10:32 AM
My Lapdog ๐ฆด: Image
Read 10:35 AM
My Lapdog ๐ฆด: This is the last thing Iโm doing.
Read 10:35 AM
My Lapdog ๐ฆด: You are pushing it.
Read 10:35 AM
His message made your eyes roll so hard they nearly rattled.ย
It was laughable that he still believed he had control hereโthat he thought he could draw a line in the sand.ย
โThis better be good with how much shit heโs talking,โ you thought, tapping the new image open.ย
And you swore your eyes widened before you caught yourself.ย
The photo was slightly blurred from his shaky, sweaty fingersโbut the important parts were perfect.ย
Through the parted flap of his collared shirt peeked the tight crease of his pec.ย
Honey-warm skin.
Smooth, cleanly shaven.ย
A faint shadow of definition.ย
And the barely-hidden glimpse of a dark nipple tucked inside.ย
The dweeb almost had you.ย
Almost.ย
Yet the more you toyed with him, the more you realized just how magnificent you truly were.ย
You, who discovered this nerd in the worst way imaginable.ย
You, who blackmailed him into becoming your lapdog.ย
You, who found beneath the layers of cardigan and anxiety to uncover somethingโฆunexpectedly attractive beneath.ย
You really were magnificent.ย
Grinning to yourself, you returned to your phone to see another message from your panting lapdog waiting for you.ย
My Lapdog ๐ฆด: Iโm serious.ย
Read 10:38 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Aww, but that wasnโt theย safe word, pup
Read 10:39 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Plus, I think u r enjoying it.ย Donโt lie to me.ย I know an erection when I see one. ๐
Read 10:39 AM
Puta Queen ๐: And u're being soย obedient for me alreadyโฆ
Read 10:39 AM
Puta Queen ๐: So speaking of erectionโฆ
Read 10:40 AM
โMierda.โย
The curse slipped out under Miguelโs breath as his eyes squeezed shut.ย
He wanted you asking such a thing to be a hallucination.ย
A nightmare.ย
A trick of the mind.ย
But the stirring in his khakis said otherwise.ย
He forced his eyes open, looking down at your messageโฆthen over at you.ย
You sat four seats away, the picture of smug serenity.ย
Legs crossed.ย
Chin in hand.ย
Cunning smile on your pink lips.
Like you hadnโt just smashed the remainder of his dignity with a sledgehammer.
Like you hadnโt just told him to take a damn dick pic in the middle of class.ย
Heat burned up his neck as he looked back at the screen. As if his cock understood it was the topic of the conversation, the damn thing twitched in agreement.ย
Puta Queen ๐: And youโre being so obedient for me alreadyโฆ
Read 10:39 AM
Puta Queen ๐: So speaking of erectionโฆ
Read 10:40 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Tug those hideous khakis down.ย Just enough.ย I want to see exactly whatโs got uย squirming in ur seat.ย
Read 10:41 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Be a good boy and donโt get caught. ๐
Read 10:41 AM
Miguelโs disbelief didnโt even begin to cover what he felt.ย
โShe wants me to take a photo ofโฆthat.โ His jaw flexed.ย
He knew he shouldnโt do this.ย
Shouldnโt let it go on.ย
Shouldnโt keep playing this sick, humiliating game.ย
But thenย something that sank claws into his gut:ย
Obedient.ย
A command wrapped in velvet and poison.ย
Not just an order.ย
A test.ย
A lure.ย
And deep under all his pride and indignation, an ugly truth uncurled:ย
He wanted to pass.ย
Not because you demanded it.ย
But because some pathetic, needy, low-burning part of him wanted to please you.ย
Not for affection.ย
Not for approval.ย
Just for that smirk.ย
That gleam of triumph in your eyes when he obeyed.ย
That was what made him slide a hand under his chair desk and quietly unbuckle his belt.ย
His pulse thundered in his ears.ย
His face burned.
But he didnโt stop.ย
He couldnโt.ย
The soft clink of metal made him wince, praying no one heardโbut a timely cough from a classmate masked the sound.ย
He slid a notebook to the edge of his desk for cover, breath tight and shaky as he popped open the button of his khakis.ย
Carefully.ย
Silently.ย
His eyes darted across the room to make sure no one was watching, before he pushed his pants down just enough to rest on the muscle of his thighs.ย
He nearly groaned.ย
Miguel wasโฆ painfully hard.
His cock strained against his thin dark-gray boxers, the front already damp.ย
The outline was obscenceโthick, heavy, angled slightly left, pulsing with every beat of his traitorous heart.ย
Youโd done this to him.ย
Again.ย
Even worse, he was letting you.ย
โJust a photo. Hurry the fuck up,โ he told himself. With a shaky exhale, Miguel angled his phone downward, hovering it over his lap.ย
โThis is insane. Unthinkable. Reckless!โ The nerd in him panicked, running frantic circles in his mind.ย
But the other sideโthe one he kept locked away in the dim quiet of the library officeโgrinned wide.ย
That part of him was always there, under his skin, waiting for something exactly like this.ย
Without giving himself time to think, he snapped the photo.ย
Close.ย
Hot.ย
Dirty.ย
The fabric of his boxers hid nothing.ย
If anything, it made it worseโmore suggestive.ย
More shameful.ย
The kind of photo that screamed: โHe didnโt even have to show skin to be utterly filthy.โ
And before rationality could stop himโhe hit send.ย
Miguel shoved his phone face down on the desk, scrambling to fix himself. Buttoning up his shirt, buckling his belt, yanking his khakis back into place.ย
Trying to look normal, but feeling anything but.ย
My Lapdog ๐ฆด: Image
Read 10:45 AM
Your phone pinged.ย
The moment you saw the image preview pop up under his name, you knew it was bad.ย
Bad in the kind of way that made your mouth go dry, your thighs clench, and your breath skipโlong before you even tapped the picture open.ย
Still, you took your time.ย
Like a cat batting its prey around just because it can.ย
Then you finally clicked itโ
And the air in your lungs dissolved.ย
โ...Holy shit.โย
Your breath hitched.ย
Barely.ย
The tiniest slip of composure, and your smirk?ย
It deepened.ย
Darked.ย
Curled sweetly at the edges.ย
โIโll be damned.โย
You sat back in your seat, teeth sinking into your glossy bottom lip.ย
Your gaze stayed glued to your phone hidden beneath your chair desk.ย
The sight of him, the proof of your control, the evidence of your pet accepting the role you carved for himโthere it was:
That arrogant, infuriating, maddeningly attractive bulge pressed tight against damp cotton, framed perfectly by the waistband of his pants.ย
A faint line of dark hair disappeared into the swell beneath. And the strainโgoodness, the strainโit was so obvious it echoed low in your stomach.ย
He was hard.ย
For you.ย
You blinked once.ย
Twice.ย
Glancing over at your obedient mutt, you caught the trembling wreck of him desperately pretending to do schoolwork.ย
No doubt, Miguel was scribbling nonsense in his notebook, glasses fogged, cheeks flushed, even his ears turning red.ย
He looked like a man one wrong breath away from snapping.ย
His cock still throbbing inside those boxers, practically begging to be acknowledgedโand he knew you knew it too.ย
The thought alone made your thighs clamp together, heat blooming beneath your skirt, your panties soakening with need.ย
And then that thought returned. That same thought you had at Mamaโs dinerโ
Grabbing him.ย
Dragging him somewhere dark and private.ย
Taking what you wanted from the trembling mess.
Seeing if his smart mouth stays slick when your tongue is in it.ย
Seeing if his cock feels as big inside you as it felt in your hand.ย
You exhaled the breath you didnโt realize you were holding.ย
Your gaze fell to the picture againโgosh, that pictureโand something snapped delightfully, dangerously inside you.ย
This wasnโt teasing anymore.ย
You wanted to ruin him.ย
With fingers steady in a way your pulse wasnโt, you started typing.ย
Puta Queen ๐: Well, wellโฆsomeoneโs leaking for me already.ย Tell me, pup, how long have u been this needy?
Read 10:44 AM
Puta Queen ๐: All class?
Read 10:44 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Ever since u saw me walk in?
Read 10:44 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Since the diner perhaps?
Read 10:44 AM
Miguel no longer pretended to work on the questions from pages 142-146.ย
The moment your texts came through, his eyes snapped down to the screen, each message hitting harder than the lastโsharp little knives digging into his pride and slicing open whatever resistance heโd been clinging to.ย
But fuckโฆyou made it so damn easy.ย
So natural.ย
โWell, wellโฆsomeoneโs leaking for me already.โย
He nearly flinched at that message.ย
His thigh jerked under the desk, fingers clenching around the corners of his phone.ย
The word leaking made his jaw flex; his pulse thumped visibly at his neck.ย
You werenโt even next to him, yet somehow he felt your breath in his ear.ย
โTell me, pupโฆhow long have you been this needy?โย
He blinked.ย
Scoffed.ย
A low, bitter sound.ย
โMaldita seaโฆโ he muttered.ย
His body was burning.ย
His cock throbbed, painfully confined, and you knew it.ย
You were picturing it.ย
You were reveling in it.ย
And that made him even harder.ย
Miguel turned his head just slightly, just enough to see you through the corner of his fogged glasses.
Sitting there like sin wrapped in silk.ย
Typing with the same fingers heโd imagined around his cock.ย
Lip caught between your teeth, a smug grin just barely tugging at the corners.ย
His ears went bright red.ย
You were enjoying this.ย
And worse, he was, too.ย
He read your messages again and again.ย
Your words were on his screen and your voice? It was tattooed into his mind.ย
He clenched his phone harder to stop his hands from trembling, preparing to type something to end this, to at least push backโ
But then your next message came through, and it knocked the breath out of him.ย
Puta Queen ๐: Ever since u saw me walk in?
Read 10:44 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Since the diner perhaps?
Read 10:44 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Good, bc Iโm done playing.ย Fourth part of the game:ย Raise ur hand.ย Ask to go to the big boysโ room
Read 10:47 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Itโs near the end of class, so bring ur things.ย U wonโt be coming back.
Read 10:47 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Uโre going to take a field trip.
Read 10:47 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Left wing restrooms.ย The ones no one checks untilย
after the dayโs over. U know the ones, naughty boy.
Read 10:47 AM
Puta Queen ๐: Donโt make me repeat myself, Miguel.ย
Be a good boyย
Hurry.ย
Run even.ย
Before I change my mind.ย
Read 10:48 AM
Miguelโs throat bobbed hard.ย
Heโd been trying to breatheโslow, steady, controlledโanything to fight the tight, throbbing pressure inside his pants.ย
But those restrooms?ย
The left wing restrooms?ย
His whole spine locked.ย
His cock jerked in his boxers.ย
โOf course, youโd pick those.โ The tucked-away ones near the art wing.ย
Quiet, cold, barely used. Too far from any active classrooms around this time to be considered relevant.ย
Most importantly, secluded.ย
A place meant for secrets, not students.ย
A place someone like Miguel had no business being unless he was hiding something too.ย
And now you were sending him there.
Like a mutt told to go to sit and wait.ย
He stared at your final message, emotions knotting togetherโanger, lust, humiliation, need.ย
His lips twitched into something close to a sneer, but weaker.ย
Shakier.ย
He hated this.ย
Hated you.ย
Hated how his body listened to you before his pride could argue.ย
His cock throbbed againโhot, insistent, pressing, pulsing.ย
He shifted, biting back a groan as fabric grazed the sensitive head.ย
Miguel should say no.
Should shut it down.ย
Should draw a line.ย
But your wordsโ
โBe a good boy.โย
โRun.โย
โNaughty boy.โย
They were engraved into his head.ย
And he couldnโt stop.ย
Not anymore.ย
He bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste copper. โMierdaโฆโ Miguel breathed, dragging a hand down his flushed face.ย
You wanted a field trip.ย
Fineโฆย
He raised his hand. โBathroom,โ he muttered, voice dry, clipped strained. Dr. Octavius barely glanced up before nodding.ย
Miguel stuffed his notebook, textbook, and airpods into his bag.ย
Stood.ย
Adjusted his vest.ย
Straightened his pants.ย
Every move stiff with barely-contained tension.ย
As he passed your seat, he didnโt look at you directly, but under his breath, low and dangerous, he rasped:ย
โYou better pray no one walks in there.โย
Your smirk bloomed instantly as he walked out.ย
Of course he listened.ย
Of course, he did.ย
Your mutt was back on his leash.ย
Checkmate.ย
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A/N: Here it isss!! ๐๐ I hope you enjoy your Christmas gift. Again, Merry Christmas guysss! ๐๐
๐staring: Nerd!Miguel OโHara x Queen Bee Fem!Reader
ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐ฉทpreview:ย โYou really didnโt think you could avoid me foreverโฆdid you, mutt?โย
๐ฉsummary:ย A month has passed since Mamaโs Diner, and your pet has gone into hiding. But you always find what belongs to you.
๐tw/cw: Big Dick Miguel, Blackmail, College AU, Cunnilingus, Enemies with Tension, Humiliation, Manipulation, Messy Emotions, Miguel!Defiance Sub, Obedience Kink, Phone Sex, Power Imbalance, Praise, Steamy Photos, Toxic Relationship
๐ฉท Rating: 18+ explicit I SMUT I
ย ย ๐ฆดWord Count: Pt 1: 4k
๐ธMusic: I Donโt Do Drugs - Doja Cat & Ariana Grandeย
๐ Here's the first Lapdog!
โTell me youโre my little puppy and sweeten the deal with a cute little barkโฆโย
โI-Iโm yourโฆ l-littleโฆ puppyโฆโย
โWoofโฆwoofโฆโย
โMierda!โย
The curse tore out of Miguel before he could stop it, the sound echoing through his tiny on-campus apartment just as his pencil smacked against the desk.ย
The poor thing didnโt deserve it, but neither did his brain for tormenting him like this.ย
Ever since he got home, his mind had been stuck in a damn loopโreplaying every single thing that happened back at the library, and then at Mamaโs diner.ย
Over and over again.ย
Like a broken record that refused to shut up.ย
It still didnโt feel real.ย
It still felt like a dream that any of it happenedโฆย
From him being caught pleasuring himself in the library that morning, to being dragged to Mamaโs diner and dropped into a situation he never in his life thought heโd be inโsitting at a booth with Peter B. Parker, the universityโs golden poster boy, and MJ, the voice of the student body and campus media.ย
Honestly? Miguel could at least rationalize that part.ย
Popular people hang out with nobodies all the time. Doing their homework, being used as a stepstool. Whatever.ย
But you?ย
You were the one thing Miguel couldnโt wrap his damn head around.ย
Miguel still couldnโt figure out how the hell heโd ended up breathing in the Queen Beeโs proximityโclose enough to smell your jarringly sweet perfume, close enough to hear your laugh, close enough to feel your hand wrapped around hisโ
โFuck,โ he uttered again, the word heavy and tired as he slid off his black glasses to drag a frustrated hand down his tanned face.ย
His fingers pressed into the deepening lines at the corners of his eyes, trying, but failing, to soothe the stress etched there.ย
He was only twenty-six, but with the weight he carried? He looked like a man in his late thirties, worn at the edges by everything he refused to talk about.ย
Miguel groaned, letting his tired eyes drift toward the digital clock on his wooden desk. The blue neon numbers blinked back at him: 9:00 PM.ย
โDammnitโฆ she wanted me at her sorority house tonight.โย
The thought of seeing you again sent a whole damn tidal wave crashing through himโlust, anger, anxiety, anticipation. Every emotion seeking dominance all at once.ย ย
He hated it.ย
Hated how turbulent it all felt.ย
Hated the way these emotions pressed on his chest like they were trying to choke the air right out of him.ย
He never planned on getting wrapped up in college dramaโnever planned on orbiting your life in any way.ย
Miguel just wanted to survive his years at Nueva York University, get his degree, keep his head down, and go home to his quaint apartment each day.ย
But this morning had been a breaking point.ย
He'd been drowning in workโclasses, assignments, projects, presentations, labs, shifts at the campus libraryโeverything piling up with no room to breathe.ย
He was stretched so thin he could hear himself cracking.ย
Normally, Miguel would cope just fine. Listening to music. Reading research articles. A late-night workout. Those things always grounded him.ย
Except lately?ย
None of it worked.ย
And heโd beenโฆhornier than usual, which wasnโt helping his situation in the slightest.ย
The mix of anxiety and pent-up desire pushed him into doing the unthinkable.ย
But whyโwhyโ did it have to be you who caught him!?ย
Itโs not like he wanted to be seen. But of all peopleโof everyone on campusโwhy the hell did it have to be the most snobbish, narcissistic mean girl in the entire study body who found him with his pants down?ย
Literally.ย
Before this, Miguel had never actually met you.ย
He had only heard the rumorsโwhispers drifting through classrooms, hallways, dining areas. And from everything heโd heard, you were exactly what he assumed:
A bitch.ย
You bad-mouthed and insulted anyone who lived in a lower tax bracket than you.ย
Which, letโs be real, was basically everyone.ย
You treated people like peasants put on this earth solely to cater to you.ย
You used your wealth, your last name, and your immaculate reputation to bend situations in your favor.ย
And with that paired with your bitchy attitude, you climbed your way straight to the top of the university hierarchy.ย
Now?ย
Everyone walked on eggshells around you because of how ruthless and unpredictable you were.ย
Miguel once overheard a student complaining about how you snapped at them for being an โass-kisserโ...simply because they picked up the pink lip gloss you dropped.ย
Before coming to Nueva York University, the term โQueen Beeโ felt like some cheesy movie trope.ย
But now?ย
It was the only title anyone used for you.ย
The only one he ever heard.ย
You were everywhere.ย
On every bulletin board, every poster, every campus advertisement. Your glossy smile plastered across every hallway.ย
And alwaysโalwaysโflanked by your so-called friends: Peter B. Parker and Mary Jane Watson.ย
There wasnโt a single day on this campus when you couldnโt look up and see your trio plastered across a posterโsmiling sweetly, beaming down at the student body, chirping โHave a great day!โ
Only for the real you to stroll by minutes later and splash your Stanley cup water all over some poor kid who had the nerve to step in your way. With Peter and MJ laughing right beside you.
Like everyone else, Miguel assumed the three of you were inseparableโthree peas in a perfectly curated pod. But from what he witnessed at Mamaโs diner?ย
Your sunshine-and-smiles brand image cracked fast.ย
You clearly dislike MJ.ย
Peter seemed way more interested in the mighty Queen Bee than his girlfriend hanging off his arm.ย
And MJ, she looked downright enviousโmaybe wanting to be you.ย
Her and every other girl on campus.ย
Just today alone, Miguel had seen multiple fractures splintering through the supposed โeliteโ clique of NYU.ย
On the outside, the three of you painted a flawless portrait of upper-class friendshipโpicture-perfect, glossy, untouchable.ย
But on the inside? It was chaos brewing.ย
โAnd it looks like Iโve somehow become a part of itโฆโ Miguel thought, shaking his head in disbelief and disgust.ย
If he were to be your lapdog, Miguel knew exactly what that meantโyouโd want him around constantly.ย
Which meant heโd be seeing the other elitists on campus, too.ย
But he wasnโt even sure he wanted to be your lapdog.ย
Yes, what happened at Mamaโs dinerโฆ was steamy.ย
Thrilling.ย
Easily the riskiest thing heโd ever doneโbesides jerking off in the library, of course.ย
But Miguel didnโt like the man he became sitting in that booth.ย
He was honestly recognizable.ย
Saying the most bizarre shit.ย
Barking.ย
With his cock out.ย
Coming home afterward, heโd never felt so ashamed. The idea that he might have to go through something similar again made something cold and heavy settle in his stomach.ย
He still couldnโt believe the terms heโd agree to. Being your lapdog, or by your words:ย
Fetching things.ย
Doing your work.
And, most of all, satisfying your every need.ย
Miguel felt his cheeks heat just thinking about it.ย
His cock pressed against his shorts, growing harder with every memory of your voice.ย
It was moments like this that made him question himself.ย
Did heโฆlike the idea of being this thing to you?ย
Any sane person wouldnโtโฆright?ย
He swallowed hard, placing a large hand over the bulge straining his shorts, hiding half his face with the other as a shaky sigh slipped out.ย
Miguel was conflicted about everythingโevery emotion, every thoughtโbut there was one thing he was sure of:ย
He didnโt want to be enslaved to a bratty girl like you.ย
You were the most cunning, devious, wicked, cruel, and unapologetically bitchy person he had ever encountered.ย
And worst of allโyou held Miguelโs reputation and education in the palm of your perfectly manicured hands.ย
All because heโd lost control and jerked off in the libraryโฆย
A tired breath pushed past his lips as he glanced back at the clock.ย
Twenty-five minutes had passed.ย
His heart sunk.ย
Miguel didnโt want to see you.ย
He didnโt want to feel the anxiety, the anger, the overwhelming, foreign, addictive lust that came with being near you.ย
Miguel didnโt want to be your lapdog.ย
Heโd made a mistakeโฆ
His phone buzzed from where it lay on the desk beside your calculus packet. Miguelโs stomach twisted violently, heart tripping over itself when he saw your name.ย
Puta Queen ๐: Puppy, I expect you here at 10.ย Donโt be late!ย You donโt want to upset me.ย ๐ก๐ฅ๐ค
Read ย ย ย 9:28 PM
Miguelโs breath hitched the second he saw your message.ย
Not only did it crush the tiny, desperate hope that this was all a dream or that youโd somehow forgotten he existedโit slammed him with the reminder of the leverage you held over him.ย
That damn video.ย
โWhat am I going to do?โ he muttered aloud, frustration knotting in his chest.ย
He hated how trapped he feltโcaged, cornered, owned. ย
All Miguel wanted was for everything to go back to normal.
ย
Back to the way life was before this morningโjust him shelving books in the campus library, going to class, dodging the jocks who picked on him and girls who kept trying to flirt with him, to bury himself in coursework until the world faded out.ย
That was the life he wanted.ย
That was the life he missed.ย
Then, suddenly, an idea flickered to life. Risky.ย
Stupidly risky, but Miguel was past the point of caring.ย
He didnโt like this new reality heโd been pulled into.ย
He didnโt want to be your plaything, your entertainment, your lapdog.ย
He wanted out.ย
Miguel glanced at your message one more time, then powered off his phone, letting the screen go dark.ย
A long breath left him as he leaned back in his rolling chair, staring up at the ceiling like it might offer him a way out.ย
โTomorrow will be like nothing happenedโฆโย
โEverything will return to how it was beforeโฆโ ย
He was avoiding youโฆย
That fucking dweeb was avoiding you like the damn plague.ย
It had been a month since you caught Miguelโthe outcast of campus, the loser in khakisโjerking off in the library, and then offering himself up to you at Mamaโs diner.ย
But now? It was like the man evaporated.ย
You couldnโt find his ass anywhere!ย
The last time you saw or heard from him was that day. And after that?ย
Poof.ย
Gone.ย
But what really sat at the core of your angerโwhat made your blood boil every time you thought about itโwas the fact that your puppy had the audacity to stand you up.ย
He never showed at your sorority house.ย
You had slipped into your sexiest pink dress, fully prepared to let the lowlife bask in exactly who heโd submitted himself toโฆand you waited.ย
And waited.ย
And waited.ย
Until it got pathetic.ย
You had never felt so stupid, so weak, in your entire life.ย
Sitting there like some princess locked in a tower, waiting on him, as if you needed him or something.ย
The only proof he came anywhere near your place was the sight of your homework packetโfinished, perfectly completedโtucked neatly inside the sorority mailbox.ย
And from that day forward?ย
He ghosted you.ย
No replies.ย
No call answered.ย
No sightings of him anywhere on campus.ย
You didnโt want to make it a big deal.ย
Honestly, your first instinct was to just post the damn video and watch his entire life crumble in real time for thinking he could drop you like some nobody.ย
But for some reasonโฆyou couldnโt do it.ย
Instead, you become a detective.ย
A dangerous one.ย
Using your power, your influence, your money and reputationโyou hunted for your massive mutt who dared to run away.ย
And unsurprisingly?ย
It was easy.ย
Being the Queen Bee of Nueva York University meant doors opened when you flicked your wrist.ย
A few words here, a subtle threat there, a flash of cashโand suddenly, you had everything.ย
His class schedule.ย
His perfect grades.ย
His on-campus apartment number.ย
His work hours.ย
Hell, you were pretty sure his social security number was buried somewhere in the stack of documents youโve collected.ย
But one thing stood out:ย
His library schedule had changed.ย
The nerd worked afternoons or evenings now instead of morningsโthe time the two of you โmet.โย
The discovery only confirmed what you already knew.ย
The missed calls.ย
The silence.ย
The scheduling switch.ย
The sudden disappearance.ย
Miguel was trying to vanish from your radar.ย
And honestly?ย
He might have succeededโฆ
If there wasnโt one giant flaw in his entire plan:ย
You being the fucking Queen of Nueva York University.ย
The fact that his lame ass thought you wouldnโt find him made you angerier than anything else.ย
So you decided your little runaway puppy needed to be punished.ย
And what better punishment than paying him a visit when he least expected it?ย
It was 9:30 in the morning when your pink heels began their sharp, authoritative clicking down the pristine floors of Reilly Science Hall at NYU. Each strike slicing straight through the murmur of students crowding the hallway.ย
Every step earned attention.ย
Eyes flicked toward youโsome with envy, others with shameless adoration.ย
And the rest?ย
They didnโt matter.ย
They were planets meant to orbit you, never the other way around.ย
The day that happens is the day the world officially ends.ย
You donโt slow down nor manuever your way through the crowd.ย
Why would you?ย
People move out of your way before you even reach themโsome stepping aside instinctively, others thinking for a split second they might challenge youโฆuntil one look sends them scattering like the seas parting.ย ย
As always, youโd be a fool to challenge the Queen.ย
You swept past the ogling peasants with ease, adjusting the strap of your purseโyour sleek designer bag that cost more than most of these studentsโ entire wardrobes.ย
It sat perfectly against your side, because expensive things always knew their place.ย
The soft rose silk of your long-sleeved crop top hugged your figure just right, the oversized bow framing your chest like it was tied there by the gods of couture.ย
Paired with the crisp pleats of your white skirt and the height of your pink heels?ย
You didnโt look untouchable.ย
No, you were untouchable.ย
The hallway reeked of old textbooks and cheap coffee, but the scent never reached you.ย
Your perfume, something floral, expensive, impossible to imitate, trailed behind you like a signature.ย
A few students whispered.ย
Someone glanced down at their outfit as if suddenly realizing how plain they were in comparison. You smirked.ย
Just another day being Queen.ย
However, today this Queen had a lost pup to track down, and apparently a Genetic Engineering and Biotechnology class to grace with her presence.ย
At the end of the hall, the lecture room door awaited. You already knew what was inside:ย
Students who didnโt deserve to breathe the same air as you, a professor who could be bought with what you spent on makeup, and your burly mutt who seemed convinced heโd slipped his leash.ย
Letโs see about thatโฆย
You pushed open the door, and the room fell quietโjust for a heartbeat. Just long enough to confirm what you already knew.ย
They saw you.ย
They always did.ย
Your gaze cut through the room like a blade, narrowing when it found the mutt in the very back row.ย
Miguel O'Hara.ย
He looked up, met your eyesโand went pale, like heโd seen a ghost crawl straight out of his nightmares.ย
โAwwโฆisnโt someone looking a little ill today,โ you thought, a wicked grin tugging at your glossy pink lips.ย
Didnโt expect this, did you, big boy?ย
Miguel OโHara always enjoyed genetics. Hell, it was his majorโhe hoped he enjoyed it.ย
Gene splicing, mutations, mitosis, meiosisโฆanything involving genetics, and the Latino could ramble for hours in pure joy.ย
Of course, no one ever asked, so he kept that information to himself.ย
Genetic Engineering and Biotechnology, one of his required courses, was something he adored deeply.ย
Miguel was always fascinated by CRISPR, gene therapy, and synthetic biologyโconstantly wondering how far the field can go.ย
Human enhancement.ย
Evolution.ย
The endless possibilities.ย
It was his scientific dream.ย
So every day, without fail, he would walk into Dr. Octaviusโ lecture with his head a little higher, a tiny pep in his step, ready to expand his mind in his favorite subject.ย
But lately, like everything elseโฆย
It had come crashing down.ย
Miguel didnโt notice the sudden hush in the lecture hall, nor the way the air shifted.ย
He was too busy studying his textbook, airpods in, zoning out to his favorite band.ย
His amber eyes, framed behind black square glasses, moved quickly over the printed words. The world around him was muted, softened, distantโthe way he liked.ย
The only thing he ever paid attention to was Dr. Octaviusโ muffled voice signaling the start of class.ย
So when Miguel heard the familiar tone, he reached up, removed his airpod, and lifted his gaze toward the frontโonly to meet eyes with the she-devil dressed head-to-toe in Prada standing beside his professor.ย
In that instant, his world shattered.ย
His heart slammed into his throat.ย
His blue cardigan suddenly felt suffocating.ย
He tugged at his tie, loosening it, but it didnโt stop the room from closing in on him.ย
โWhat the hell is she doing here!? In my lecture!?โย
The rush of emotions was immediateโanger, frustration, and that unwelcome, humiliating burn of desire.ย
When he left your homework packet in the sorority mailbox, he swore it was it.ย
Heโd never see you again.ย
Heโd vanish.ย
Youโd get bored and move on.ย
Changing his work schedule, avoiding campus hotspots, ghosting youโall of it was supposed to work.ย
For once, it appears Miguel miscalculated.ย
Clearing his throat, he forced his expression into something neutral, something controlled, even though his pulse was hammering and he felt anything but unrattled.ย
He lowered his gaze back to his textbook, pretending to read, trying to ignore the way your stare was boring a hole through his skull.ย
โMs. Y/L/N,โ The professor, Dr. Octavius, you believe his name was,ย greeted with a hopeful smile, โwhat a lovely surprise. To what do I owe this pleasure?โย
You barely acknowledged the man.ย
Anyone who willingly lectured a room full of horny young adults about DNA replication as a job was already beneath you.ย
He was not worth your attention.ย
You hummed dismissively, eyes locked on your trembling mutt in the back row. โIโll be joining your class today,โ you said, blunt and absolute.
Dr. Octavius blinked behind his circular frames, startled. โW-With all due respect, miss, itโs the middle of the semester. A-and you can't just join a class today. You canโt simplyโโย
Your head snapped toward him in a single, lethal motion. His words died instantly.ย
โO-Of course,โ he corrected himself quickly. โI-I think I can fit you somewhere.โย
A slow, glossy smile curled your lips. โThanks, doc. I knew youโd understand.โ The seductive lilt in your voice hit him like a tranquilizer dart.ย
You watched the man sway slightly, dazed, enchanted for one humiliating moment. โMhmโฆo-of course,โ he stammered. โTake a seat wherever youโd like.โย
Your attention slid back to Miguelโthe loner, the mutt, the runaway pup.ย
He was hunched over his textbook, shoulders tense beneath that tragic excuse of a blue cardigan. The navy-and-beige outfit did nothing to hide the sheer size of himโthe large, imposing body of the so-called nerd who had dared avoid you.ย
A familiar spark of anger flared beneath your skin.ย
You strode toward him, savoring the way he stiffened with each step.ย
His jaw tightened. His glasses slipped a fraction down his nose. His exhale was deep, bracingโa man preparing for impact.ย
His large hands reached up to adjust his tie, a desperate attempt to ground himself.ย
Not once did he look up at you.ย
Smart boy.ย
Each click of your heels on the stairs boomed like thunder in his ears. His jaw clenched.ย
Your perfume arrived a second before you didโsweet, expensive, hypnotic.ย
Thenโ
โYou,โ you commanded, voice sharp enough to slice steel. โMove.โย
Miguelโs stomach twisted painfully at the sound of your authorityโa reaction he despised.ย
He didnโt miss this.
He didnโt miss you.ย
Not. One. Damn. Bit.ย
The student beside him scrambled out of the chair like heโd been set on fire.ย
You wrinkled your nose at the seat, pulled out your sanitizer mist, and sprayed it thoroughlyโbecause of course you did.ย
Only then did you sit, lowering yourself with the effortless grace of a queen settling onto her throne.ย
You crossed your legs, set your hands neatly in your lap, and basked in the anxiety radiating from Miguelโs body like heat off asphalt.ย
Down at the front, Dr. Octavius began his lecture, but his voice blurred into meaningless noise.ย
You reached into your purse, deciding it was a great time to touch up your makeup. โPeony pinkโฆyes, that was the shade.โย
You popped open your compact with practiced ease and began applying your lipstickโslow, deliberate strokes dripping with confidence and ego.ย
No one dared say a word.ย
Not with you here.ย
Not if they knew what was good for them.ย
Miguel had never felt this tense.ย
He needed to focus on the lectureโgoodness, he needed toโbut how could he when you were right next to him?ย
You, the one person who could ruin everything heโd worked for.ย
You, sitting close enough for him to smell your perfume and make his chest tighten.ย
He took a slow breath and straightened, trying to pull himself together.ย
โDidnโt think you took genetics,โ he muttered, voice low and clipped.ย
No greeting.ย
No softness.ย
He refused to give you more than that.ย
He already knew the truthโQueens like you didnโt give a damn about CRISPR or gene sequencing. Miguel just needed something to say to prove your hold on him was nonexistent.ย
Your hand stilled on your lips.ย
Your eyes slid to himโsharp, amused, predatory.ย
โWell, wellโฆso he speaks.โ A smirk curved your mouth as you tucked your lipstick away.ย
You gave him your full attention, settling into your seat like a cat sitting back to observe a toy.ย
โWhy not take a different class for once?โ you purred. โMight help me understand my new pup a little better.โ You rested your chin in your palm, studying him like he was something you might dissect later.ย
Tilting your head, your smile deepenedโsweet on the surface, venomous underneath.ย
โYou really didnโt think you could avoid me foreverโฆdid you, mutt?โย
The title sent a chill tearing down his spine.ย
Miguel inhaled sharply through his nose. His fists curled in his lap, tension rolling off him in waves.ย
But his face stayed controlled.ย
Blank.ย
Neutral.ย
Iโve been busy,โ he muttered, jaw tight.ย
โYouโve been hiding.โ Your reply came instantly, sharp as a blade.ย
His jaw ticked, just once and then finallyโfinallyโhe looked at you, dark eyes narrowing behind his square glasses.ย
For all his nerdy exterior, there was nothing timid in that stare.ย
He looked like a storm forced into polite clothingโcoiled tension, restrained fury, a lion shoved into a sweater vest.ย
โAnd if I was?โ he asked quietly, voice edged with danger.ย
Oh, you liked that.ย
You leaned in slightly, watching his throat bob, watching his muscles tighten beneath that ridiculous cardigan.ย
He hated this.ย
Hated you.ย
But he wouldnโt dare lash out.ย
Not when you could destroy him with one tap of your screen.ย
โThen youโre not as smart as I thought you were,โ you murmured, your voice syrup-sweet, your smile deadly. โAnd it seems youโve forgotten the power I hold and the shit I have on you.โย
Your pink manicured finger tapped lightly against the phone in your lapโa soft sound, but the threat behind it hung in the air like a noose tightening.ย
Miguelโs breathing slowed. Controlled.ย
For a moment he just stared at you, something unreadable flickering across his features.ย
Of course, youโd bring up the video.ย
It was only a matter of time.ย
With a sharp inhale, he leaned back, head tilting slightly as he carefully chose his next words.ย
โAnd here I thought,โ he said evenly. โYou had better things to do than chase after people you claim are beneath you.โ
A clean hit.ย
A checkmateโif you were anyone else.ย
Your glossy lips parted, a razor-sharp retort forming on your tongueโ
Butโย
โAhem.โย
Dr. Octaviusโ voice cracked through the tension, louder and more pointed this time, demanding attention.ย
Demanding your attention.ย
โY/N, dear.โย
Dr. Octaviusโ voice rolled across the roomโrich, authoritative, slicing through the thick tension that had settled over the two of you.ย ย
โSince today is your first day of Genetics Engineering and Biotechnology, may I ask what all theโฆ chit-chat is about?โย
You caught it.ย
That tiny twitch of Miguelโs lips.ย
Not a full smirkโjust enough to say, ha, finally someone calls her out.ย
The little shit.ย
Your manicured hand tightened around the armrest, but your expression remained pristine, perfectly polished.ย
Both of you turned your attention to the professor standing at the front, arms crossed, unimpressed brow arched like he actually thought he could put you in your place.ย
โNone of your business, dipshit,โ you thought, even as you placed a sweet, easy smile onto your lips.ย
โOh, nothing of importance, Professor,โ you said smoothly. โJust getting acquainted with my newโฆclassmate.โย
Miguel didnโt flinch.ย
Didnโt move.ย
Didnโt dare breathe too loudly.ย
But you felt itโthe subtle shift in his posture, the tap of his fingers against his textbook, that restrained irritation he tried so hard to hide.ย
He hated being associated with you.ย
Absolutely despised it.ย
And the fact that he didnโt correct you?ย
Delicious.
Dr. Octavius hummed, unconvinced. โWell, if youโre so eager to socalizeโฆperhaps, youโd like to demonstrate what you know thus far in genetics?โย
For the briefest moment, your smile faltered.ย ย
Barely.
But Miguel saw itโhis head tilting, amusement flashing across his eyes like a spark.ย
Your nails dug into the fabric of the armrest.ย
โOh, he thinks this is funny? The nerve of this lowlife.โย
But you refused to crack.ย
You were the Queen Bee of NYUโ and no overgrown nerd would ever put wrinkles in your flawless skin.ย
With a practiced breath, you straightened, flipping your hair back over your shoulder.ย
โIโd love to,โ you began pleasantly, โbut Iโd hate to overshadow my peers on my first day.โย
Then, with a venomous smile: "I'm sure Miguel would be more than happy to answer.โย
The smug twitch in Miguelโs expression vanished instantly, replaced by a hard scowl. His entire body tensed.ย
The damn professor even smiled.ย
The idiot.ย
โExcellent idea, Y/N. Miguel, please explain the role of CRISPR-Cas9 in genome editing.โย
You reclined in your seat, folding your hands in your lap as you watched the dread pool behind his eyes.ย
He knew the answer.ย
Of course he did.ย
But he hated thisโhated being watched, hated the attention, hated being put on the display.ย
He hated most that he was sure you knew that.ย
With a slow exhale through his nose, he adjusted his glasses and began: โCRISPR-Cas9 is a gene-editing tool derived from bacterial immune systems. It allows for precise modifications of DNA by using a guide of RNA to direct the Cas9 enzyme to a specific sequence, where it makes a cut, enabling insertion or deletion of a genetic material.โ.ย
Steady.ย
Restrained.ย
Professional.ย
Nothing like the chaos tearing him apart inside.ย
โWell done, Miguel,โ Dr. Octavius praised. โNow, Y/N, I expect you to be just as engaged as yourโฆclassmate.โย
You opened your mouth to reply, but the professor continued before you could.ย
โAnd Miguel,โ he added, gesturing down the row, โgo ahead and move a few seats over, please. Letโs give the new student some space to be engaged. Four down should do.โย
Your smile froze.ย
The audacity.ย
The absolute gall of this clearance-rack scholar.ย
Miguel looked like he wanted to melt through the floorโnot from embarrassment, but from relief.ย
And that relief pissed you off.ย
Before he could stand, you leaned in, voice a velvet blade against his ear.ย
โYesโฆrun along and obey. Good boy~โย
His hand tightened so hard around his satchel you swore you heard the fabric squeak.ย
A soft sound escaped him, barely audible, as he shifted in his seat, thighs pressing together, trying to hide the growing bulge youโd awakened.ย
Then, with a stiff swallow, he stood and moved exactly four seats down.ย
You watched every step he took.ย
Miguel clearly thought heโd gotten away from you.ย
Cute.ย
You had more than enough time to turn this class into a personal nightmare for him.ย
A/N: Lapdog 2, is here!!! ๐ถ๐ I hope this Christmas gift was to your liking and worth the wait! I worked really hard on this, and I apologize again for how long it took. Like Iโve said before, I did not expect Lapdog to get this much hype, so I definitely became a bit of a perfectionist with the second one. I really hope you enjoy it just as much.
Anddddโgood news! There will be more coming soon, so stay tuned for more of Nerd Miguel and Queen Bee ๐
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Good morning / Good afternoon / Good evening Authors/Writers, Readers everyone, since I'm born on the 2000s of July you may address to me as Ruby or R, if you readers are wondering where this nickname originated from, the birth stone of July is Ruby, that's where I got the idea from.
Before I start my journey once again here in tumblr, I am here to make everything clear and straight to the point, I respect all of you authors/writers out there writing stories and fandoms especially when you write about our favorite fictional characters that don't exist in this reality, So I would like to express my appreciation in this post, I love your works, keep up the good hard work, keep working hard but first of all take care and watch your health, health comes first, take a break from time to time, we wouldn't have authors right now if you all aren't taking care of your health, I agree that we don't know anything what's going on in their own life, and second of all thank you for having the motivation to give us stories we desperately need in this reality.
I'm posting this because I noticed some authors don't feel appreciated for their hard work, some quit, some deleted their accounts, including me and my favorite authors/writers from the past when I started Tumblr as well, their sacrificing countless sleepless nights to post something for their readers, making readers request some demanding it to be done. I am not writing anything to make anyone mad in this post, but to be honest even me as a reader or writer encountered demanding readers to make the story they wanted, and as cringe and embarrassing as it seems I sometimes fall into that category...
And now here I am, back to where I started, I know there's a long way road ahead of me, I don't make any promises because I know I would ended up jinxing it, Honestly, I really lose motivation quickly to write stories, but I would do my best to accomplish all of your requests and ideas. And I'm apologizing very early, if I ever make you writers/authors and readers mad or offended, I am very sorry.
If you or anyone is reading this now, I really appreciate it, thank you for reading my rant or reading my thoughts.
I hope youโre all enjoying your winter breakโand for those of you, like me, who just finished finals, give yourselves a pat on the back because youโre one semester closer to that degree! ๐๐
I wanted to pop in to first wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! ๐โญ๏ธ I also want to say how incredibly thankful I am for each and every one of you and for the love you show my stories. Truly. ๐ซถ๐ฝ๐ซถ๐ฝ
Sometimes when Iโm feeling unmotivated or uninspiredโwhether itโs with writing or life in generalโyour comments, asks, and presence are what lift me back up. Iโm always so grateful for that. ๐โค๏ธ
Hopefully next semester will be a little less stressful for me because I really do want to write more. I donโt want to make any false promises, but my doc is overflowing with ideas that Iโm dying to get outโ I just need the time and energy to write them. ๐
I hate the thought of you all waiting on me, but college has honestly been draining. Iโm not much of a social girly in real life, so meetings, conversations, and events can really take me out sometimes. ๐๐ Because of that, normally, I am so tired that I do not have the ability to write.
Fingers crossed next semester is kinder so I can give you all a little more content. ๐
Thank you so much for sticking around and continuing to enjoy my work. I also want to give a special shoutout to @oharare. I hopped onto Tumblr today and saw Rubyโs beautiful post, and it truly meant the world to me.
Ruby's insight and message were so touching, and Iโll be reposting it after this because it deserves even more love and attention.
Seeing myself mentioned as one of Rubyโs favorite Miguel OโHara writers, and just as a writer that's enjoyed was incredibly moving. I really canโt thank Ruby enough for that. ๐ซถ๐ฝ
I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and an amazing New Year! โค๏ธ๐โค๏ธ๐
P.S. Tomorrow, I have a christmas present for you guyssss!!!! ๐โจ
And yes...it's exactly what you are thinking... ๐
OMG IMMSO EXCITED FOR LAPDOG PT2 OR WHATEVER UR WRITING IT DOESNT EVEN MATTER IM JUST EXCITED IVE MISSED U
Omg stoppp ๐คญ๐ . This really made my day, lol. I really missed you guys too and Iโm so happy to see people are still excited about my work! ๐ฅน๐คง
Like I mentioned in my previous post, Iโve been super busy, from graduating early college ๐ to now preparing for university, which has honestly been just as exciting as it is stressful ๐ . So, finding time to write has been tough.
Also, I have A LOT of hobbies that Iโve been catching up on since summer started. To get a little personal for a sec, lol, Iโve gotten back into gaming and have literally been playing Mortal Kombat 1 almost every day. Itโs so good. ๐ซ ๐
Iโve also been catching up on TV shows and K-dramas, from Weak Hero to Invincible (and yes, I can definitely see the Omni-Man appeal ๐). And finally, Iโve gotten back into crocheting, which I didnโt have much time for because of all my classes and studying. Itโs been so relaxing. Putting on an audiobook or some music while crocheting is just chefโs kiss ๐๐ค๐ฝ. Speaking of audiobooks, I just started The Housemaid and oh my gosh, Iโm so invested. ๐คญ
So yeah, thatโs been my life since graduating in May. I do write sometimes, but at the end of the day, writing is still a hobby for me. And honestly, I sometimes feel guilty, like, โYou have time to write, so why arenโt you doing that instead of this?โ But when I sit down to try, either nothing flows or it just doesnโt come out right, and I never want to give you guys something that isnโt my best.
I actually talked to my older sister, the best writer I know, @powerful-niya, about this. (Btw, if youโre a big NSFW Naruto x Hinata fan, check her out. Iโll never steer you wrong, ๐). She reminded me not to force it and said the worst thing is for your hobby to start feeling like a chore. Thatโs probably the best advice Iโve gotten since I started writing for Miggy and creating my own little space here on Tumblr and AO3. โค๏ธ๐คง
Thank you, anon, for expressing so much love and enthusiasm. Itโs honestly so relieving and heartwarming to know people enjoy what I write.
Thanks so much for sticking around, and Iโll try to get around to posting more in the future when I'm less busy or gotten around to finally finishing something. Like I said, editing has to be the worst process of writing but it must be done. ๐ฅฒ
Until then, I appreciate all the patience, support, and sweet messages more than you know. You guys seriously keep me going. Please continue to stay safe and hydrated in this crazy world we live in. ๐ซถ๐ฝ๐
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Also, for those who are interested, Iโm currently in the editing phase for Lapdog 2! And goodness, editing is such a pain, lol. ๐ฎโ๐จ๐
not sure if this is a bad ask but iโve been ITCHING for a pt2 of lap dog ๐ฅ๐
Soโฆ Lapdog Part 2? ๐ค
It seems Lapdog Pt. 2 has been highly anticipated, and honestly, I wasnโt expecting the Lapdog series to gain so much love over the years ๐ ๐ . But here we are and Iโm beyond grateful!
So the big question isโฆ where is it?
Well, my lovely people, I have some good news. Itโs currently in the works ANDDโฆ Iโm very close to finishing. ๐
I wonโt say itโs dropping this week or anything because I truly want to make sure itโs amazing for you all.
Itโll be completed, read, edited, and re-read probably 100 more times before I post it. I really, really want it to be worth the wait. ๐
So no, anon, this was absolutely NOT a โbad ask.โ Youโre always welcome to inquire about upcoming projects or even send in requests! I adore your messages as they keep me going and help pull me out of writerโs block (which Iโve definitely been dealing with lately, among other things).
I plan to make a separate post soon to greet you all properly and explain my absence becauseโฆ a lot has happened.
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yk that bit of spiderman lore between silk and peter where they were bitten by the same spider and canโt be near each other without feelingโฆ.
yeah this is that but with Miguel. SO NSFW. i love blue balling yโall. PART 2 IS UP NOW!
There were certain things that were absolutely not up for discussion when it came to Miguel: his leadership skills, his authority, his ability to lead this society, his daughter andโฆyou.
There were too many issues to discuss about your strangeโฆhe didnโt even know what to call it at this point. See, you were both bitten by the same spider which everyone deemed highly impossible, but it happened. What came with being bit by the same spider were chemically and biologically bound side effects no one knew the first thing about. You and Miguel were more enhanced than the others, in many ways, many uncomfortable and impossibly distracting ways. You were physically drawn to each other, unable to physically feel anything but an intense primal, primitive and animalistic sexual attraction to one another. Neither of you could be in the same room without wanting to fuck like bunnies. The chemical compounds in your brains were the same, and it made you both become aphrodesiacs for each other. No one knew about it other than Lyla and Jess.
This was a problem, he was your boss and you couldnโt actually look at him without feeling hot and wet, you had fangs the same way he did but no one knew about it, Lyla made sure of it. Miguel on the other hand was a wreck because of it, his blood would burn at the mere thought of you. He worked his body out to the bone, he would work out and sweat the thoughts and desires away from him. It never worked. But he needed to pretend it did. Neither of you would anticipate how drastic it could be. You knew it was the genetics and the chemicals from the same spider that bit you which made you weary of ever getting close to one another but Lord, the desires were still there. It felt like you were muzzled and on a leash, hindered by moral righteousness. You both knew you couldnโt give in but that was rather difficult when you actually needed to see one another.
You ripped a hole in your suit, where your waist was and only Miguel seemed to have the supplies to fix it. A massive horizontal gash that exposed your skin. Your brain was dreading to see him, your heart said otherwise and your pussy throbbed at the mere idea. It was like you were magnets, constantly avoiding due to the the impossibility to be pulled apart. Taking a deep breath to keep a cool calm head seemed to work momentarily and then you walked into his lair.
Miguel could smell you from here. His skin tightened and his muscles tensed when he felt your scent wrap around him, like a warm golden glow. He would taint you in red. He would break you. He knew this. Thatโs why he could neverโฆ.
โYou know you canโt be here.โ He sighed, ignoring your presence as he was staring blankly at his screens. โYou know I canโt concentrate.โ He added quietly.
You swallowed thickly and closed your eyes, wincing slightly. โI know weโre not- Look, I just need you to fix my suit and Lyla told me I had to fix it immediately or the wiring would go to shit. You know I wouldnโt be here if I didnโt need to.โ
Miguel paused and blinked slightly at the last thing you said. You did need to see him. You did need to be here but neither of you wanted to talk about the true reason. He turned his head to face you. He wanted to groan at the sight of you.
Miguel had to force himself not to stare at your body and the way your suit clung to it, there was a massive gash in it that exposed the skin of your waist. Why did God always have to test his patience? Lord above give him strength. Even with his impeccable self control and strength, it took everything in his power to resist the urge to throw you against the floor and...Miguel groaned softly and rolled his eyes. โIf that's what it takes...โ
โI know you want to get rid of me quickly. I promise it wonโt take long.โ You say hurriedly as you hop onto his platform. You were really close to each other now, You swallowed and your breathing became slightly more shallow. Please let this be quick. Please. You begged silently. โI just need you too stitch my suit on my waist for me.โ You say. โQuicklyโฆโ You added breathily. You had to get closer for him to actually help you and as he sat in his chair and pulled out his supplies, he raised an eyebrow to lure you closer. He felt his body tighten as you breathed so near him. The electricity was sizzling between you. Your heart beats synchronized and your minds only on one thing.
You got closer and you were practically standing inbetween his legs, you saw his breath hitch slightly but Miguel was a master at not letting his mask slip. He was good at pretending. His brow furrowed slightly, making a fruitless effort of avoiding that fucking look in your eyes. That face. Fuck.
This was bad, this was so dangerous. Being this close could end in a catastrophe for the both of you.
He paused before he put his fingers on your suit, a spark of electricity caused your body to still. He just closed his eyes and breahed out hurridly. He bit the bullet and grabbed your waist for you to stumble closer.
He needed to get this over and done with. No matter what it took, he needed to get you away from him. You gasped a little when he did that and he could feel that sound travel all the way to his dick. He tried to ignore it by getting to work and scanning your suit and then stitching up. His fingers worked at the speed of light. Your eyes just widened, continuing your mindless gawk as hazy thoughts of grabbing his hair and lowering his head further down between your thighs clouded your head. You tried to shake the sensation of his hands gripping your waist but it felt impossible, part of you genuinely wanted to grit your teeth until they shattered- the tension hurt.
Miguel always seemed to be perfectly fine on the outside, he had masked emotions other than anger or annoyance very well but this was causing that picture of himself to falter at the seams. Internally, he was breaking apart. Weakened by desperation. Lord, you were his weakness.
Images of you flashed through his head as he stitched, he wanted you tied up. Yes. With your own webs. Letting him have his way with you, pounding you until you cried and begged him to stop. He would fill you up, make you guzzle his cum as you pleaded for more. He let out a soft grunt at the sheer idea.
His fingers moved quickly as he sewed your torn suit together. โWhy are you always getting hurt?โ Miguel's voice was raspy, and he was unable to control his breathing. Miguel did his best to look away, but the smell of your exposed your skin was making it hard for him to think clearly. Your body was perfect. Jesus, it was like it was made for him.
You swallowed hard, your thoughts became hazy as he was this close. His hands were brushing on you and you tensed slightly at his fleeting barely there touchs. โMm- Iโm not always getting hurt.โ You say softly, if you said it any louder you were sure you would moan.
โRight,โ Miguel mumbled softly, his words catching in his throat. โI'm sure you were just passing by when you ran into trouble.โ Miguel kept his eyes down to avoid meeting your gaze. All you could do was scowl at him. He finished his work and immediatly grabbed your waist and pushed you away as he got up from his chair to stare at his screens again as a means to avoid looking at you. โDonโt come back here.โ He muttered at you seriously.
โI wonโt.โ You glowered at his broad and muscular back. You lied though, you were sure youโd be back. โButโฆI canโt keep going on like this.โ
His ears pricked up at your admission and he felt the exact same way. Miguel's body was on fire. He wanted you. Right now. He didn't know what would happen if he gave into his urges. His body was shaking, and he had to make a conscious effort to keep his hands to himself. He was trying not to touch you, but every move you made, every tiny shift, only made your body more desirable. โPlease, go.โ Miguel choked, his voice harsh and strained.
You did as you were told and you hurriedly left. Praying that this would naturally wear off as long as you stayed away from him.
-
It had been a few days since your interaction and you had both successfully avoided each other since then but he could still feel your presence whenever you were at HQ. He could still feel the air in his office carrying your scent.
Now it was 2AM and he was still in his office. He was banging another hookup over his desk, she was bent over just so he couldnโt look at her. She was pretty but she wasnโt you. As his dick slid in and out, her moans fell flat to him, he only wanted to hear you. He was praying that this one would be the one that made him forget about you, that this one would tamper down his sexual anger and frustration but no. He got angrier. Animalistic. All he could think about was you. He was pretty sure he was hurting her when he was like this. His mood soured when he wondered what he would do to you if he finally gave in. Would he hurt you? God, what if he didโฆ.
He never wanted to hurt you.
He knew you would never be able to take it, to take all of it.
You on the other hand were in your apartment, also fucking a random hookup. You were hoping it would help your predicament but if anything it was making you more frustrated. He wasnโt fucking big enough. Yeah, his dick was better than average but it didnโt have the girth that Miguel would- You shook your head out of any thoughts of him and decided to be in the moment. You decided that it was a terrible moment. There were much more irritating things than faking an orgasm like your incessant need for Miguel.
Even though you were being fucked by another guy all you could thing about was: Miguel, Miguel, Miguel.
Nothing was working, for either of you.
-
Your mind wandered towards another way to fix this. Maybe there was a suppressant or an antidote to help keep down these primal urges and desires. These thoughts were keeping you from doing any sort of work, you couldnโt concentrate properly. Your mind was burned alive by constant thoughts of him in so many different situations. So you decided to talk to him about it. Heโd probably end up killing you for even thinking about it but you were way passed that.
You sighed deeply before thrumming up the guts to see him again. Entering his lair was never a welcome idea to anyone but you and him were struggling and he was lying to himself. Miguel felt your presence again, your scent, your skin. He tampered down the jumping urge to drag you by your ankles and-
โI know you didnโt want me here again but we need to talk.โ You crossed your arms but it further accentuated your chest, his stare lingered for a moment and he looked blank. Then he looked back down at a new suit he was fixing up and seemed unamused. That look just made you even more wet and desperate for his attention.
โNoโฆ we donโt.โ He said thickly and your knees started buckling under the pressure. You swallowed.
โUhmโฆthere has to be an antidote for this or a suppressant for whateverโฆthis is.โ You said hurriedly. โMaybe I can manufacture one, I think I might be able to if I could genetically scan the spider and take itโs DNA and change its raw qualitiesโฆโ Miguel watched you pace desperately as you rambled on, not even looking at him, you were pleading for a solution to this and he was getting more and more annoyed.
He stared at your lips as you spoke. Flashes of you on your knees, drooling and gagging on his cock pierced the forefront of his mind, causing his legs to feel nothing but limp. The things he wanted to do to you. He was an addict because of you.
โThere is no cure for it!โ He grunted loudly, cutting you off. โHell, Iโve tried to make one since the first day I met you and all youโve done is make me lose my fucking self control. You just standing there is enough to make me go crazy for you and I. Canโt. Help. It. I can smell you, I know you want me too but we have to fight it. We have to manage this because if you let me get close to you, I know Iโll hurt you and I wonโt let that opportunity arise.โ He admitted in a frenzy, his teeth almost shattering against each other, jaw clenching and unclenching. He ran a hand through his dishevelled hair as his eyes bore a ruby hue and his breathing became uneven and heavy.
You bit your lip at his angry outburst, not being able to deny how turned on you were by his rage and lack of self control. Part of you thought your mind was playing tricks on your or that you were hullicinating all of this as you were dulled by a cloud of lust, but no. You were very aware now that it was real. You were both feral for each other. You just glowered him.
โI have denied every single impulse I have ever had for you.โ You grit out. โMaybe I want you to make it hurt, because any other kind of hurt right now is better than the pure need for you to fuck me right here, right now. You are not the only one who is capable of making another person hurt. Maybe I blame you. Maybe I canโt get you out of my head. Maybe I need your cock in me. Whateverโฆ.I just need to do something about it or else Iโll go fucking insane.โ Miguel watched your brows furrow and your lips loosen as you uttered those fated words. His eyes glazed over twice and widened, your words were sharp and unfeeling. He believed that if you werenโt this way you wouldnโt find a need to be cruel and direct, the way your eyes glimmered yet darkened with need and passion caused him to halt in his tracks, now you were inching closer to him and he didnโt know what to do.
โIt's impossible to create an antidote,it genetically and chemically changed our code.โ Miguel mumbled, his voice husky and strained. โWe're stuck like this...โ He sighed, trying to collect himself. โLook, we just have to learn how to handle this," Miguel muttered, trying to convince himself more than you. โWe'll learn to control ourselves. This...this is manageable.โ
He didnโt believe any of the lies he spewed. Thereโs no way this was managable.
โWhy do I get the feeling that that is not true.โ You say softly, biting your lip and blinking up at him. Neither of you knew how you got this close now, it was like you were drawn to each other.
โStop giving me that look. I-I canโt-โ He breathed heavily, trying to rescue himself or beg for your mercy. He didnโt know which one. Miguel hung his head and quickly turned his head as to not face you. โIโll hurt you.โ He added stoically.
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Both partners want to surprise the other one with a wonderful date, but all of their cleverly thought out plans fail and it looks like this is going to go down in history as the worst Valentineโs Day ever. But maybe itโs actually not that bad in the end.
โI need just one date.โ โYou think you can woo me with just one date?โ โAbsolutely.โ
They have never celebrated Valentineโs Day before and they want to make it perfect.
On Valentineโs Day everything seems to have a discount for couples, so why not pretend to be one to save some money and have fun?
They just found out about the custom of making Valentineโs Day cards and now they went crazy with the paper hearts and the glitter.
โIs that a ring box in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?โ
Having their first kiss at the end of a Valentineโs Day date may be clichรฉ, but itโs also incredibly perfect.ย
Not focussing on the romantic love, but showing everyone they care for that they love them on this day turned out to be the best idea they ever had.
Amor tends to go a little overboard on Valentineโs Day, but this year really takes the cake.
Everyone is going as a couple to the Valentineโs Day Party and it would look stupid if we both went alone, right? Maybe we can just go together.
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ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐คpreview: โSpiderwoman,โ he purred, his voice dripping with intent, โI want you.โ The cat confessed with a toothy grin, chuckling as your shock was evident, even through the mask. โWhat can I say? A cat gets bored playing with the same toys,โ he groaned, his voice heavy with a mix of weariness and desire.
Burying his face in your neck, he nuzzled the sensitive skin of your throat, a low purr rumbling in his chest as he inhaled your scent again. โRob enough stores, steal too many jewels, and money starts to lose its valueโits reason,โ he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.
โI need moreโsomething challenging, something new. Something no one else would think to acquireโor to claim.โย
๐ฐsummary: After a police report, you, Spiderwoman is encountered by the infamous Black Cat who forces you to confront the greed that drives him, and the price he's willing to pay.
The quiet chirps of birds and the usual hum of New York City traffic filled the peaceful night. The prime hour of mischief and villainy had struck at twelve.
You, a spider woman well-accustomed to the troublesome time, perched upon the ledge of a skyscraper. Your body crouched and coiled like a spring, ready to launch at any moment.
Through your mask lenses, your keen eyes scanned the streets below. From this height, the world seemed differentโ
More tranquil...
Peaceful...
One hand gripped the concrete ledge while the other rested on your knee, tapping rhythmically as you listened intently to the police radio scanner for any nearby crimes.
It felt like a lifetime waiting for a siren, a call for help, or a sign that needed your intervention. But tonight, the only thing calling seemed to be your bed, beckoning from your apartment building.
โIt's so quiet. That's a first,โ you thought, pressing a gloved finger to the earpiece of your mask to heighten the scanner's volume.
You didnโt want to miss a thing.
Returning to the rare calmness of the city, you gazed at the horizon. A soft breeze tugged at the edges of your skin-tight suit, its design and craftsmanship entirely your own.
Your mind wandered to your double lifeโthe life of Y/N. You thought of the responsibilities, obstacles, and challenges that awaited you, still struggling to balance your personas despite being a hero for nearly two years.
A crackling static from your earpiece cut through your thoughts. Your ears perked up as the voice of a male officer broke through, reporting to his fellow comradesโand, unknowingly, to you.
"Dispatch, weโve got a report of a robbery in progress at the Fifth Avenue jewelry store. Suspect is believed to be armed. Proceed with caution."
"A robbery?" you muttered. It wasnโt unusualโmidnight was a common hour for petty theft.
Upon reaching out to shoot a web in preparation for slinging your way to the destination of the robbery, another officer's voice came throughโmore urgent and frantic than the previous one.
"Dispatch, we have visual confirmationโit's Black Cat! Repeat, Black Cat is on the scene!"
At the mention of the cunning and very familiar villain, you couldnโt help but smirk. โLooks like Miguel is up to his old tricks again,โ you muttered to yourself with a small smile.
You and the mischievous feline had some historyโhistory full of many conflicting encounters, where you faced the villainโs relentless seduction, crafty words, and, goodness, his touches alone were enough to leave you questioning whether you should even capture the thief at all.
Your face warmed underneath your mask at the thought of him.
You always adored Black Catโs honeyed and towering form. Every part of his body was encased in muscles that bulged and moved beneath the fabric of his black and white villain attire.
However, the feline was most famous for his black fur coat. The jacket had a wild, untamed look, with white furry trimmings along the collar and lapels. He always wore the notorious piece unbuttoned, letting his defined 8-pack and taut pecs remain exposedโonly further emphasizing the catโs unfortunate mutations.
Though, he didnโt see them as such.
But it wasnโt his attire that made your judgment falter when you were in his presence. Miguel, simply being himself, was what, secretly, allured you.
Miguel OโHara wielded his mutation like it had always been a part of him, despite the genetic manipulation he endured as a scientist at the notorious laboratory, Alchemax being what caused him to become what he was now.
Though using such powers for unethical things like theft wasnโt admirable, his confidence in himself still impressed you...ย
More than you expected.
With a motion of grace and fluidity, you pushed off the ledge to dive into the open air, racing to the scene.ย
The wind whipped past you, as you spun mid-flight to extend an arm, shooting a web towards a nearby building. The webline caught hold and you held on tight, swinging your weight through the bustling streets of New York.ย
The city, remaining true to it being a place of unrest, showcased individuals still roaming the sidewalks and visiting establishments in search of fun despite the lateness.ย
You swung past shocked and awe-struck citizens, the many lights from the passing towers bouncing off your mask lenses. Your eyes scanned the streets before finally landing on the reported jewelers.ย
โThis is the place.โ You thought, circling the perimeter for the naughty feline to find the sidewalks completely empty. โTypical.โ The murmur escapes you at the discovery.ย
Quietly and discreetly, you lowered yourself onto the exterior of the store, using your ability to cling onto walls to your advantage. You stuck to the shadows, peering in through the windows of the store to find an unusual sight.ย
Nothing was disturbedโฆ
Your eyebrows furrowed at the revelation.ย
The glass cases of jewelry held all their stored gems and accessories, the alarm hadnโt been triggered and neither was there any sign of a break-in.ย
Something was offโฆ
โWeirdโฆโ You whispered, shooting a webline to a nearby streetlight to pull your weight to the designated position.ย
Landing perched on the hood of the pole, your eyes surveyed the area, a sense of uncertainty clinging to your being.ย
Suddenly, an intense, yet familar tingle shot through you like an electric current.ย
Your head snapped in the direction that was drawing every nerve of your body towards, overhearing a loud crash and scratch from a nearby alley, one similar to metal and claws.ย
Swiftly, you followed the sound.ย
Leaping from your spot, you swung, landing lightly on your feet in the foot of the alleyway next to the shop.ย
The alley was eerily quiet, the scurrying of critters and a dripping of a leaky pipe being the only sounds that filled your ears. Cautiously, you stepped further into the dark aisle, your senses on high alert for any unusual noises or signs of the villainโs presence.
Glancing to your left, you spotted a vent, torn from its hinges that led out of the jewelry shop and a few claw marks surrounding the brick walling.ย
โHe was certainly here, only his claws could cause such damage.โ You acknowledged to yourself, running a gloved finger along the deep indentation of his talon along the exterior. But, your suspension of the catโs presence was further confirmed when your scanners picked up on an item that belonged to the feline, and him alone.ย
White hair from his mane.ย
You scoffed, crouching down to inspect the piece closer. Picking up the coarse strand in your gloved fingers, your eyes trailed along it, the screens in your mask lenses identifying it to, indeed, be his.ย
โYou are becoming sloppy, kitty.โ You uttered, removing a small circular gadget from the strap of your waist, tucking the loose loc inside for safekeeping for the police.ย
Before you could further examine the alley, that intense tingle shot through your being once more, accompanied by a deep, confident voice echoing from behind you, sending a shiver down your spine.
"Still listening to police scanners, araรฑita? It makes you predictable."
Miguel O'Haraโthe Black Cat himselfโspoke from behind you, emerging from the shadows of the alley.
A playful smirk adorned his lips as the moonlight highlighted his mischievous red eyes, piercing fangs, and the scar etched along his right eye. His presence brought on a sense of uneasiness and, dare you sayโฆ
Excitement.
You rolled your eyes, hastily attaching the disk back to your waist before rising to face him. "Me? Predictable? Says the villain who gets his kicks robbing jewelry stores. Isnโt this your fourth one this week?" you retorted, trying to ignore how he always seemed to make your heart skip a beat.
Miguel chuckled, the sound rumbling through the night. "I see someoneโs keeping a close eye on me. Should I be flattered or worried?"
"You wish," you replied, thankful for the steadiness in your voice despite the fluttering in your chest.
Your gaze traveled along his body, noting his massive build and bulging arms that hinted at his evident strength. But you knew better than to underestimate himโhis immense agility made him even more dangerous.
His scarlet eyes swept over your face, studying you intently. A hum of disapproval escaped him. "Why lie, muรฑeca?" he teased, stepping closer. His movements were graceful, almost feline, as his gaze never left yours.
"I can hear your heart, you know. Keen hearing and all," Miguel murmured, gesturing to his furry, white cat ears with a clawed finger.
You stood your ground as he approached, his towering frame closing the space between you. His presence engulfed you, the faint scent of his expensive cologneโlikely stolenโlingering in the air.
"I can hear your little heart beating against your ribcage, Spiderwoman. Itโs quite loud, amor. Very loud," he said, a sly smile revealing his sharp canines. The sight stirred a mix of discomfort andโฆ something else entirely.
When Black Cat spoke, his voice carried a sultry, husky tone designed to seduce. Like a sirenโs call, it was nearly impossible to ignore, no matter how hard you tried.
You swallowed hard, shaking off your embarrassment. "Weโre not here to talk about me, Miguel. Weโre here for you," you said sternly, grateful your mask concealed the flush spreading across your cheeks. "So either come willingly, or Iโll take you to the police by force."
At your words, a deep, rumbling laugh erupted from him, his broad chest shaking beneath his black fur coat. The sound echoed through the quiet alley, catching you off guard.
"Araรฑita, I thought you were smart. You disappoint me," he said mockingly, tapping a finger against your forehead. The gesture earned him a sharp glare from you.
"Use your eyes, chica. What jewels have I stolen? What bags am I carrying?" he asked, a fanged grin spreading across his face, as though he held a secret only he understood.
Your brows furrowed as you realized the truth in his words. Black Cat carried no bags, no evidence of a robbery. But why would you trust a cunning thief like him?
You wouldnโtโฆ
Neverโฆ
You scoffed, your eyes narrowing from under your spider mask.. โNice try, kitty, but I'm not falling for your games.โย
โAhh, pero no hay juego.โ He stated, holding his white gloved hands up defensively, and shaking his head, his white mane swaying with the motion. โI tell the honest truth, araรฑita. I've stolen nothing.โย
Despite his 'honesty,' you couldn't bring yourself to believe him. The thought of priceless jewels stashed away somewhere he knew about filled your mind, leaving his words hard to trust.
โYou may claim innocence, cat, but Iโm certain I heard reports of you committing a robbery here,โ you said, your tone laced with annoyance. โSo letโs skip the theatrics.โ
Miguel snickered, leaning closer. His overwhelming presence and air of dominance made it hard to think clearly. โMy little Spiderwoman, you wear confusion and irritation quite well. Theyโre striking looks on you,โ he teased before sighing dramatically. โBut it seems, idiota, youโre more predictable than I thought.โ
โI am n-not predictable, and do not call me that!โ You snapped, not going to take such name-calling from a man who spent his time committing petty theft for entertainment.ย
Black Cat laughed, tracing a gloved finger along your jaw. The sensation of his claw through your suit sent a shiver down your spine. โIโm just being honest, amor. Maybe you donโt know me as well as you think.โ
Your breath hitched at the stroke his fingers made along your face, his touch enticing. Miguel smirked, taking notice of how you lingered in his palm, neither accepting nor pulling away. โIf you did, youโll know if I was truly stealing something, I wouldn't have stuck around to be found.โย
The feline chuckled when you finally pulled away, regaining your senses. โAnd youโve said it yourself, bebรฉ,โ he continued, grabbing your chin roughly and pulling you back toward him, making you yelp. โRobbing jewelry stores gets boring after a while. I crave the funโthe thrillโyou give me that, araรฑita.โ His voice was low, almost a purr, his scarlet eyes roaming you like prey.
You found yourself speechless at his admission. Wetting your lips and swallowing to cleanse your dry throat, the gears in your head started to spin.ย
โThis can't be what I think it isโฆ right!?โ ย
You gulped, forcing yourself to maintain a stern gaze behind your mask and not allow fear nor his grip on your chin to deter you. โSoโฆthis was a trap? And I fell for it?โย
โLike prey wandering into the jaws of the beast.โ Miguel clarified with a snicker.ย
As you feared, your suspicions proved true. Your eyes widened behind your lenses, preparing to fire a web to blind him, but he was faster.
A startled yelp escaped you as his massive hands seized your wrists, slamming you against the alley wall. โToo slow, muรฑeca,โ he rasped darkly, pinning your arms above your head. Without hesitation, he trailed his nose along your sensitive throat, inhaling your scent.
You gasped when his hand slid lower, delivering a sudden, shameless squeeze to your rear. Your body jolted in his grip, heat flooding your face at the intensity of his touch.
His large hand lingered, gripping you firmly, sending a shiver down your spine. He hummed in satisfaction, leaning closer, his chest trapping you against the cold brick wall of the jewelry store. He inhaled deeply, savoring your scent like a patron indulging in the scent of freshly baked bread.
Miguelโs body boxed you in against the cold brick wall of the jewelry store, his solid chest pressing firmly against your form, the stark contrast enough to make your knees weak.
โEven thoughโฆ y-you may have tricked me, the cops are still on their way,โ you spat, finally finding your voice. Your eyes narrowed in defiance as they locked onto his.
Miguel's wandering hand stilled, his face lifting from your neck to meet your gaze.
The corner of his lips curved into a wicked smirk, a soft snicker escaping him. โAraรฑita, are you high under that mask? Drunk?โ he teased, tugging tauntingly at the edge of your face covering.
You jerked your head away from his hand, determined to keep your identity hidden, though his words left you utterly confused. โN-no, Iโm notโโ
โThen tell me why it didnโt register in that cute, little head of yours that when I said this was a trap... it was a trap.โ He chuckled, and your heart plummeted.
Miguelโs gloved palm slid over the taut fabric of your suit, his touch sending a jolt through your body. โSo no, no cops will be coming to save you, Cariรฑo,โ he affirmed, his sharp eyes locking onto yours, glowing with amusement.
Your mind struggled to make sense of it. โEven the cops were a trap!? But I always listen to the police scanner... how could it be fake? This canโt be true.โ You panicked, shaking your head.
โB-But the police officers, I-I heard them,โ you stammered. โT-they sounded real.โ You tried to ignore the way your body burned with unwanted ecstasy at his sensual touches, how a treacherous part of you craved more.
The cat villain hummed in amusement. โOh, they did sound real, didnโt they? But youโre not the only one with exceptional technology, baby.โ He teased, tapping a claw against one of your maskโs lenses. The sudden gesture made you jump in his arms.
Your breathing quickened, fear flooding your mind as the pieces finally fell into place.
The unscathed shop. The evident signs of his presence. His โsloppyโ escape. His sudden appearance. Every detail screamed trap, and you had walked right into it.
Like an idiot, youโd served yourself up to the cat on a silver platter. Youโd never felt so foolish.
โWhy did you do this!? W-what do you want from me!?โ you shouted, thrashing beneath him, desperately trying to free your arms from his vice-like grip. But it was uselessโhe was too strong.
โRelax, cรกlmate, little Spider,โ Black Cat murmured soothingly, his voice a low purr meant to lull you into submission. โI just wanted a little time with you. Youโre a hard woman to find, after all. A guy has to get creative.โ His gloved hand slid to your hip, squeezing it firmly under his fingers.
You bit your lip, trying to swallow your irritationโand the betraying sounds of pleasure threatening to escape.
You couldnโt let him think you were enjoying this.
Even though you were.
โO-Okayโฆ you have my time and my attention. Now, what do you want?โ you asked through gritted teeth, your hands clenched into fists where they were pinned above your head.
โNow?โ the cat echoed, his piercing scarlet eyes locking onto yours. โNow, you give me what I want, Cariรฑo.โ His tone was low, commanding, as though youโd stolen something precious, and he was here to claim it back.
Your face twisted in confusion, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. โIโฆ I donโt know what you want.โ
A deep growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating through you. โHmm, but you do,โ he said, his voice dark and heavy with meaning. โAnd Iโll get it out of you, one way or another.โ His jaw tightened, and his grip on your wrists became more unyielding, a glint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes as you winced.
Your heart pounded erratically, torn between fear and an unsettling arousal. You didnโt know what he was after, couldnโt even fathom where to begin unraveling his intentions.
โNnghโฆ I-I donโt know what youโre talking about, Miguel. Truly,โ you admitted breathlessly, the thought of escape slipping further and further from your mind.
Because as much as you wanted to break free, there was a part of youโone you desperately wanted to ignoreโthat didnโt want to leave him at all.
Miguelโs predatory gaze roamed over your masked face, his white, furred ears twitching slightly atop his head. โI didnโt think Iโd need to spell it out for you, Araรฑita,โ he murmured, a smug smirk tugging at his lips.
Before you could process his words, his free hand cupped your chin, forcing you to meet his burning gaze. He pulled you closer, his grip firm but not harsh, his presence overwhelming.
โSpiderwoman,โ he purred, his voice dripping with intent, โI want you.โ
The cat confessed with a toothy grin, chuckling as your shock was evident, even through the mask. โWhat can I say? A cat gets bored playing with the same toys,โ he groaned, his voice heavy with a mix of weariness and desire.
Burying his face in your neck, he nuzzled the sensitive skin of your throat, a low purr rumbling in his chest as he inhaled your scent again. โRob enough stores, steal too many jewels, and money starts to lose its valueโits reason,โ he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.
โI need moreโsomething challenging, something new. Something no one else would think to acquireโor to claim.โ His admission was laced with raw hunger, and the low timbre of his voice drew an involuntary moan from your lips. Mortified, you squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment.
โI-Iโm sorry,โ you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper, โbut I donโt want you in return, Miguel.โ
โLies, muรฑeca,โ Black Cat snarled, his sharp canines nipping at your throat through your suit, the pressure just enough to draw a startled whimper from you.
He pulled back to meet your eyes, his expression dark with frustration and unrestrained longing. โAll you do is lieโto me, to yourself, to every citizen in New York,โ he growled, his voice tinged with both scorn and sympathy. โI pity you, Spiderwoman.โ
His gloved finger traced your lips through the mask, your breath hitching at the intimacy of the gesture.
Black Cat smirked, his confidence unwavering as he released your wrists and cupped your face with both hands. His palms were surprisingly gentle, cradling your head like you were a precious prize heโd won.
โCome on, bebรฉ,โ he coaxed, his lips curling into a sly grin. โLet go with me. Letโs have some fun.โ
His scarlet eyes raked over your form, lingering on every curve and detail of your suit, which clung to you like a perfectly wrapped gift. His lip caught between his teeth, his expression one of deliberate, unapologetic desire.
You breathed heavily, the air beneath your mask growing thin. The choice before you felt impossible, the weight of the decision pressing heavily on your chest. This wasnโt simple. Whatever you decided now would be life-changingโone wrong move, and everything could crumble.
Turning your head, you tried to deny him once more, no matter how difficult it was. โN-no. I can't.โ
โBut you can,โ Black Cat purred, his voice smooth and tempting. โAnd what a delight youโd be when you finally let go, little Spider.โ His hands traced along your body, every movement deliberate, as he whispered his words of temptation into your ear.
โJust imagine it for a moment,โ he enticed, his breath warm against your skin. โJust you and me, with no distractions, no outsiders to stop us.โ His white tail thumped softly against the pavement, a steady rhythm that seemed to soothe your racing thoughts.
You swallowed hard, your hands instinctively gripping his bulging forearmsโsomething, anything, to ground you. You opened your mouth to protest again, but Miguel halted you with a low chuckle.
โItโll simply be me and the pretty lady under the mask,โ he said, his voice low and intoxicating. โTogether, experiencing the passions that normal humans feel. Except weโll be the upgrades.โ He smirked, his fingers intertwined with yours, and pinning them to the wall once more.
His large hands engulfed yours, and Miguelโs lips began to wander. He kissed along your jaw and throat, his touch coaxing the response he desired from you.
Soft moans escaped your lips, your gloved hands squeezing his in return. Your body leaned into his, betraying the denial in your mind.
No matter how much you wanted to resist, you couldnโt.
Youโd fantasized about thisโabout Black Cat, about Miguel doing this to youโso many times. You wanted to feel his hands on you, his mouth, his claws, and sharp teeth against your skin.
You longed for everything about him, craving him as you craved air in your lungs. Yet, deep down, a part of you wondered: would giving in, just this once, ruin you completely?
Would this momentโthis indulgenceโstrip you of your worth as a hero? Would it make you unworthy to protect the citizens who relied on you day after day?
Could one moment of weakness destroy everything you had worked for?
But Miguelโs words echoed in your mind, replaying over and over like a broken record.
โItโll simply be me and the pretty lady under the mask... together, experiencing the natural passions that normal humans feel.โ
You might be a mutant, a being gifted with the powers of a spider, but at your core, you were human.
Humans make mistakes. Humans desire thingsโeven things that are deemed wrong.
And if humans can be forgiven for their mistakes, then maybe this one indulgence, this one moment of weakness, could be seen for what it truly was:
A human making a mistakeโฆ
An evident moan, meant for Miguelโs ears, escaped you, his responding groan enough to soak your suit. โO-okayโฆโ you agreed, giving his large hands another squeeze with your own.
You watched Miguelโs white, pointy ears perk up and his red eyes snap to yours. The surprise on his face was fleeting, replaced quickly by a fanged grin.
โAhรญ estรก mi pequeรฑa araรฑa traviesa,โ Miguel mewled, not wasting a moment before slipping a hand from yours, seeking to remove your mask.
Your hand hastily covered his, halting his movement. Meeting his gaze, you looked pleadingly at him, never before feeling so vulnerable before a villain. โPromise me that this stays between us.โ You said, trying to hide the desperation in your voice.
โOf course, bebรจโโ
โIโm serious, Miguel OโHara,โ you sternly said, gripping his wrist with both of your hands. The size difference was evident as his one, larger arm made your two hands look miniature.
For once, the usually playful and seductive feline mirrored your stoicism. He gave your hands a squeeze as they rested on his forearm. โWhatever happens here stays between us, Cariรฑo,โ he replied sincerely, stroking your jaw with his thumb. A sigh escaped him, his eyes hardening at the wavering trust in your voice. โI swear itโฆ
On my deceased daughter.โ
Your eyes widened briefly at his words. You knew Miguelโs past well, having read his files more than was probably healthy.
Gabriella OโHara, Black Cat's only daughter, had passed away from an illnessโan illness that could have been prevented had Miguel had the means to afford the necessary treatments at the time.
His files spoke of their father-daughter bond being something impermeable, unlike anything else. It was clear that Gabriellaโs tragic passing had pushed him down a dark road, a life of crime fueled by the desire to find joy in the misery of others, in hopes of brightening his own life, however briefly.
Your heart tugged at the thought of such devastation shaping the man before you.
Sneaking a hand up, you cupped his jaw, the tingles that coursed through your body at the contact enough to power a lighthouse. โIโฆ trust you, Miguel,โ you whispered, seeing the pain in his red orbs, despite his efforts to conceal it.
With your other hand, your gloved fingers slowly moved to the edge of your mask. Hesitating, you watched the cat villainโs expression shift from stern to anticipation as you removed the head covering of your hero suit, revealing your faceโand, with it, your identity.
Tugging the loose fabric free, you felt your hair fall down and the cold breeze gently stroke your face, almost as if it were welcoming you with a kind gesture.
Now fully visible, you felt a surge of nervousness. Swallowing to ease the tightness in your throat, you met the cat villainโs gaze, trying to keep your embarrassment in check.
Miguelโs crimson eyes roamed over your face and body, glancing once, twice, even thrice, as if this moment were a dream that might vanish if he blinked. He hummed, letting out a low whistle of approval. โI knew I had taste, but damn, arenโt you a sight, araรฑita.โ He complimented, brushing a stray hair behind your ear.
Black Cat examined you once more, his hidden fascination with you still rattling him. He flicked his tongue along his fangs, his gaze growing ravenous, hungryโฆ
You blushed at his words, trying to maintain a steady expression, but with the absence of your mask, youโd never felt so exposed. โI cannot say the same,โ you replied, your voice faltering. โI wouldnโt think my taste would beโฆโ You averted your gaze from him, regretting voicing your inner thoughts about being a hero and feeling drawn to a villain like him.
At your flustered reaction, Black Cat chuckled, cupping your chin to gently turn your face back to him. โDonโt be ashamed, araรฑita. Everyone has their guilty pleasures.โ He purred, pressing your body further into the wall and slipping a hand along your stomach, lower, to tease your clothed pelvis. โPleasures I can surely satisfy.โ
You squeezed your eyes shut, distracted by his touches and enticing words, your usual sense of strategic thinking lost in the haze. Youโd always planned your next move, carefully considering every possibility, but right now, logic was the last thing on your mind.
His teasing touches along your inner thighs only fueled your desire, leaving you frantically nodding, pleading for more. โP-Please,โ you stammered, the desperation in your voice undeniable, no longer hiding it.
A sultry smirk spread across Miguelโs lips, clearly delighted with your response. He cradled your face in his large, gloved palm, pulling you a hairโs breadth away from his lips.
โHmmโฆ Now, how could I deny such a sweet thing like you, araรฑita?โ
The cat villain purred, his scarlet eyes gleaming with anticipation and desire for what he had in store for his little spider.
Through dazed eyes, you could only stare at the horizonโthe same horizon that had entranced you only hours ago, touching your heart like never before.
With trembling limbs and a foggy mind, you wondered if the horizon would have returned your gaze, even for a moment, if it had known what you'd do laterโฆ
Would the starry night have glimmered brightly for you if it had known the slurred words you'd speak and the unashamed pleasure you'd feel shortly after?
Would the darkened sky still radiate in its purple and blue hues, like brushstrokes on a canvas, if it had known the lewd thoughts now plaguing your mind?
Worst of all, would the moon have graced you with its beautiful presence tonight if it had known how you would allow such a manโa villainโto take you in ways you never thought possible, all under its watchful gaze?
One would never know the answers, but you hoped it would haveโฆ
A broken whine escaped your lips as the catโs thick cock touched the blissful spot inside of your pussy. Your back arched on the ledge. Unable to remember when the two of you had climbed onto the rooftop of a building adjacent to the jewelerโs shop and alley, to finally soothe the burning itch that had resonated in both of you for far too long."
The catโs massive body, a frame of honeyed muscles and tantalizing scars were stripped bare, laid atop your chest, fucking you over the roof's ledge. His body engulfed your nude one in its musculature whilst his hands gripped you tightlyโholding you close between each and every rut of his hips.ย
โSรฌ, sรฌโฆ fuck. So tight for me, muรฑeca.โ He purred, sinking his sharp canines into the soft skin of your neck, biting and sucking dark spots onto your skin before lapping at the tender spot.
You yelped, nails clawing into his burly back. Your legs tightened around his waist as your vision crossed for the fourth time since he'd begun fucking you like he was in heat.ย
โM-Miguel!โ You moaned loudly when his merciless mouth lowered to mark your collarbone and breasts, his thrusting never ceasing.ย
A dark chuckle escaped the large feline at your loud moans, his tongue tracing patterns along the skin of your breasts. โMight want to keep it down, amor, wouldn't want to draw attention.โ He snickered breathlessly against your skin, his drooling cock continuing its slow grind in and out your sensitive walls.
The thought of a possible neighboring apartment, full of residents, hearing your wails and cries of pleasure made your face burn in shame.ย
โGosh, how humiliating would it be if I were found like thisโtheir hero, willingly being taken by Black Cat, a villain, right before their eyes?โ
The thought made your heart skip a beat before they were instantly shattered when Miguel's cock slipped out of you, leaving you gasping for air.ย
Your eyes snapped up to him, his body towering over you as the usual cunning smirk played upon his lips. โThinking again, araรฑita?โ he asked, tracing his bare talons, free from his gloves, along your jaw.
Your eyes fluttered at his touch, feeling an intense heat that even the chilling breeze brushing against your skin couldn't quell.
Shaking your head in his palm, you replied breathlessly, โIโI canโt help it.โ You panted, biting your lip, while his tempting touch never ceased.
The cat hummed, resuming his descent, his sharp claws trailing along your throat, over your collarbones, and toward your chest. โThatโs a shame, Spiderwoman. It seems you want me to fuck you senselessโhelp you forget all your little problems,โ the villain uttered with a snicker, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. โYouโre quite the naughty one.โ
Your cheeks flushed at his words, and you hastily denied him. โN-no, itโs not like thatโโ you tried to say, but your words were cut off as the cat pulled you to your feet, turning you to face the horizon and the towering buildings before you.
His hardened chest pressed against the expanse of your back, aligning perfectly with you. Miguelโs arm wrapped around your waist, his hand stroking your thighs and stomach. โYou arenโt a naughty one as you claim, Miss Spider, but let me know if this sounds familiar,โ he said huskily into your ear, his rumbling tone vibrating through his chest
A soft whine escaped you when he cupped a breast, rolling the stiff nub underneath his thumb. โYou fight tirelessly every day, defending thisโฆ wretched city from potential dangers, bad guys, and such,โ he muttered. โIt soundsโฆ exhausting, hmm?โ The feline inquired, his touch blinding, and the reasoning behind his words rattling you further.
โY-yesโฆ it is,โ you could only muster, whimpering when both of his massive, calloused hands grasped your breasts, squeezing them like stress balls under his palms. He purred, swiping his tongue along the shell of your ear, enjoying how you shuddered.
โAnd how does my Spiderwoman handle her stress?โ Black Cat hummed, your cheeks burning at such a question. You gulped, opening your mouth to speak and answer, but no sound was producedโtoo embarrassed to respond.
Miguelโs fingers pinched your perky nipples, humming in satisfaction when you mewled in pleasure. โNo answer, I see? Iโll guess then,โ he said. Despite being behind you, you could tell he was smirking.
โAfter returning home andโฆ shimmying yourself out of that sexy suit,โ he said, giving your breasts a smack that made you gasp. His hands returned to engulf them tightly once more. โYouโll probably shower, have a meal, watch a little television before curling up in bed. Alone, I hopeโฆโ He trailed off, the wish he voiced carrying a hint of warning.
However, he sighed, releasing your chest and allowing you to breathe again. โBut when the lights turn off, and your room becomes dark, thatโs when your stress becomes prominent, doesnโt it, bebรจ?โ The cat asked, brushing your hair aside to expose your throat, already marked with growing hickeys from his previous bites.
A shaky exhale escaped you as his sharp nails ran along your neck, tracing your pulse point. You hesitated, unwilling to answer him.
Miguel nodded slowly, taking your silence as a response. โThatโs a shame, araรฑita,โ the feline murmured with a tsk, brushing his rough palms down your arms, goosebumps rising on your skin.
โWhen youโre alone, you begin to desire, Spiderwoman. Is that your deep secret?โ Black Cat asked, your heart pounding so loudly against your chest that you were certain he could hear it.
โBut simply desire? That couldnโt be. Humans desireโwe desire,โ the feline snickered, gripping your waist, his lips brushing against your ear. โWhat dark secret does my little Spider have?โ he chuckled darkly.
โI think we both know what that is.โ
Your entire body tensed, unable to believe how accurate he was. You bit your lip, his white tail coiling around your leg, coaxing you into replyingโconfirming his suspicions.
You turned your head away, unwilling to voice such a thingโnot that. Agreeing was one thing, but speaking aloud your darkest secrets was too much.
Miguel laughed, gripping your chin to pull you back toward him, wanting you to hear his words clearly.
โYou began to desire me, araรฑita. Thatโs your dark secret.โ
Your heart dropped at his knowledge of your hidden truth. You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing to hide under his stern gaze, neither wanting to agree nor disagree with him.
A growl rumbled from the male as his hand slithered up to grasp your throat, gripping it just softly enough to intimidate. He tugged you harshly back against him, his chest pressing against your backside like a thorn. โYou still lie, araรฑita. Even after everything, you continue to lie,โ he snarled into your ear, feeling his cock throb against the curve of your rear - heavy, thick, and very, very hard.ย
You shook your head, denying his claims of deceit, earning a tight squeeze on your throat that stopped your breathing for a moment. Despite the fear his action provoked, ecstasy coursed through your veins as your eyes rolled, beyond your control.
โM-Miguelโโ
โShh, shh, itโs okay, Spiderwoman,โ he silenced you with a dark purr, running his other hand along your thighs. โYou want me to work for your admissionโyour acceptance.โ The cat cackled into your ear.
โWell, challenge acceptedโฆโ
With a gasp, you were pushed forward, collapsing across the ledge, your hands pressing against the concrete, your rear thrusted upward. Confused, you looked over your shoulder to find red eyesโfull of determination and lustโstaring back.
Miguelโs large palms gripped your hips, his throat rumbling with a snarl. โI'm going to fuck you until I hear what I want from you, Spiderwoman.โ He replied and before you could speak, his girthy shaft was plunged inside of you again, filling you up in an instance.ย
Your eyes squeezed shut in bliss and agony, fingers gripping the edge of the ledge tightly. The cat didn't hesitate to begin thrusting into you, his hips slamming into your rear in deafening slaps that could be compared to thunderclaps.ย
โMierda, you are mine, Spiderwoman. You may hesitate and deny it all you want, but this fucking pussy is telling me all that I need.โ He spat breathlessly, leaning over to grasp your chin roughly. โNow I just need your lips to speak the same.โ He growled, turning your head to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, not seeking your comfort and continuing to pound into your sloppy cunt.ย
Miguel sought to draw out his desired words from your mouth and break your resolve with his cock, willing to do so until you both were sore and burnt out if need be.ย
Your mind felt hazy, slowly becoming drunk on the feeling of his fat member rearranging your insides. The rough kiss left you further dazed as you tighten your grip on the ledge, feeling it crack under your enhanced strength.ย
Black Cat huffed, pulling away to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging you back. The feline's tip touched deeper inside you, his brutal pace, never slowing.ย
You whimpered, euphoric tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. โSay it, bebรจ. Say you want meโfuck,โ he began to babble, his white furry tail tightening around your leg, keeping you rooted in place.
Your back arched into a bow, seeking more of his shaft. The need for him was growing more intense by the minute, your mind becoming filled with Miguel and his girthy cock.
You moaned and mewled in his grip, but no longer could you deny that this very moment was one of your fantasies turned into reality.
Black Cat read your life to you as if he had lived it, every detail so accurate it was a little unsettling.
After your work as Spiderwoman, you returned home and settled for the night, thoughts of him creeping into your mind.
His white mane, furry tail, red eyes, sharp fangs, towering height, scars, muscles, spiked choker, fur jacket, and all-black-and-white attire filled your head in the seclusion of your bedroom.
You tossed and turned, tormented by his tempting yet forbidden featuresโthings you couldnโt have, things you shouldnโt have.
But each night you found your hands roaming your body, touching yourself and imagining it was him. Using toys with the thought of his cock being what drove your movements, even going as far to moan his name upon release, knowing every orgasm you made that night was for him and him alone.
Black Cat was your guilty pleasureโa taboo fantasy that only took form inside the safety of your mind and bedroom. But now, standing before you, experiencing everything you had ever wanted, you found yourself uttering the words the feline villain had long sought from you.
โIโI want youโฆ Miguel.โ
You confessed aloud, your chest heaving from the intense pleasure and the mix of difficulty and relief in finally revealing your deep, dark secret
You felt Miguelโs arm tighten around your waist, a curse following with purrs of approval and ecstasy escaping him at your admission. โHmmโฆ there you go, Miss Spider. It feels good accepting your fate, giving in to your desires, doesnโt it?โ he hummed, untangling his fingers from your hair to place his other hand on your waist. โIโm pleased, Spiderwoman, but I donโt trust it. Not yet.โ The cat practically hissed, his claws digging enticingly into the soft skin of your hips, marking you with his talons.
His thrusts halted as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder, up your neck and to your ear, tugging at the lobe with his teeth. โI want you to prove it to me.โ The villain instructed, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
A soft smack upon your rear made you jump that only left the feline chuckling. โI want you to show me your eagerness, araรฑita, and if I must spell it out.โ He mockingly replied, his cock still inside you but completely still due to his lack of motion.
โMove your hips.โ The cat directed, taking the flesh of your hips into his palms and tugging you forward and back along his shaft. It wasn't long that your whimpers began to fill the night sky again.
Understanding what he was asking of you, you began to take control. You wanted the cat villain to know how you truly felt about him, despite how shameful your feelings were.
You began to rock back onto his fat cock, slowing your movements to relish in every vein and ridge of his shaft as it traveled in and out of your sensitive walls.
The cat cursed, giving your ass another smack. โFuckโyes, that's my good girl.โHe praised, his moans only encouraged you and filled you more with confidence.ย
Slurred confessions began to spill from your mouth like a leaky faucet, your pace quickening whilst your high rose simultaneously. โY-yes... Iโve wanted you... M-Miguel, f-for a while now.โYou admitted with a moan, eyes fluttering at how he twitched inside of you with your every word.ย
"I-Iโm sorry it took... so long," you gasped, your chest heaving."I was... afraid." You paused, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before continuing, your voice shaky. "But now... I know..." Another deep inhale, your body trembling with the intensity. "My desire for you... is more than my fear." You stammered between mewls, your ass colliding with his hips with a loud slap each time.ย
The Black Cat growled, aroused further. Wrapping a forearm around your throat and gripping your waist, he pulled you to his chest, breathing into your ear. โTell me more, spiderwoman. What else did you seek from me?โ He inquired, his voice more slurred and raspy than before as he took control once more, pounding his shaft into you.
The bulgy muscle of his arm was pressed just right into your throat, engulfing you in his sweaty scent and musk that only made you drip puddles along his rapid shaft. โI-I wanted your touchโฆโ you gasped, struggling to get the words out as your body trembled. โY-your mark... from your fangs... and yourโฆโ You paused to catch your breath, heart racing, the weight of your confession sinking inโฆ โA-and your c-cock!โ You wailed out, feeling a harsh burn in the pit of your stomach beginning to grow.ย
Black Cat hummed, holding you to him, practically gluing your backside to his chest. His dick pounded into you, his shaft drenched in your combined juices. โI knew you were myโฆ naughty, naughty girl.โ He snickered breathlessly, his tail tightening around your calf.ย
โAy Coรฑo.โ The curse escaped him. โGoing to claim you, araรฑita. Going to fill this pretty pussy up, and you are going to enjoy it, sรญ?โ The cat villain promised, his voice airy
You frantically nodded, moaning loudly as the pleasurable tears you tried to hold back began to stream down your cheeks. โP-please, please, please,โ you chanted upon reaching your limit.
At your pleas, the feline rested his chest flat against your back, covering his large hands with yours to rest upon the concrete ledge before you. His movements became more purposeful and precise for the last time, slamming into you at an angle that touched that spot inside you repeatedly.ย
Your eyes rolled into your skull, fingers squeezing his so harshly you'd believe his digits would snap any moment.ย
With a final thrust, you released. Seeing white, you were overwhelmed by a wave of tingles and euphoric bliss, the feeling of your juices trickling down your hot skin going unnoticed.
Your tightness led Miguel to follow you over the edge. A guttural groan erupted from the Latino villain, his load filling up your inners and leaving you warm and full.
A peaceful silence settled upon the rooftop, broken only by your panting breaths and the occasional honking of cars down below.
Breathing heavily, the feline wrapped an arm around your midsection, stroking your stomach and nuzzling your hair. โSpiderwoman, you do not disappoint,โ he chuckled breathlessly, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and enjoying the feeling of you in his arms.
The cat villain purred in contentment, the wind rustling his white mane and kissing the tips of his furry ears. โI never thought I'd find thrill in something else that didnโt leave my pockets filled with riches,โ he confessed with a laugh, lapping his tongue along your neck to clean up the sweat there.
โSo, letโs not make this our only playtime, hmm? I donโt believe I can simply leave here today, knowing how good you feel and unable to experience it again,โ he admitted, resting his chin on your shoulder. His tail swished, and a purr rumbled from his throat when he was around you.
โSo, what do you say? Want to have more fun with meโโ Miguelโs words halted as he noticed the sleeping hero in his arms. The villain chuckled, not believing how long heโd rambled on, only to discover that he had been speaking to himself the whole time.
โA question for another time, then,โ he trailed off with a sigh, pressing a kiss to your throat.
โGoodnight, araรฑita. Dream of me, would you?โ
You groaned in annoyance at the beaming sun shining onto your closed eyelids. You shifted, feeling a blanket covering your body, which you didnโt hesitate to tug closer to your form.
Lying between a state of consciousness and unconsciousness, the recollections of last night began to fill your mind, causing your eyes to snap open.
โMiguel?โ you called out, looking around to find yourself tangled in a series of comfy blankets, the rooftop empty except for you.
Your heart tugged at the felineโs disappearance.
Heaving a sigh, you drew back the sheets to find your Spiderwoman attire adorning your body. You couldnโt help but smile, aware that you had been nude before sleep claimed you, leaving the idea that Black Cat was the one who clothed you.
You stood, hastily tugging on your mask and beginning to roll up the blankets. โBut why did you leave without saying goodbye?โ you muttered glumly when you noticed a small, robotic white-and-black cat fall onto the floor from the bundle of sheets you held.
โOne of Miguelโs kittens!?โ you gasped, crouching down to pick up the small gadget that resembled the cunning feline.
Youโd seen the robotic kitten many times before, knowing them best as tools for many of Miguelโs tasks, from spying to delivering messages. The little gadget was impressive tech, typical of the feline.
Pressing the red orb of the little catโs eye and finally pulling its white tail, it began to speak aloud its recorded message:
โGood morning, Little Spider. Hope you slept well with the amount of drooling you did on my chest. I would have loved to stick around and bless your eyes with a sexy sight in the morning, but I had urgent business that needed taking care of. I assure you, araรฑita, weโll meet again. Very soon.
Also, be sure to return the blanketsโsomeone in a nearby laundromat just might be missing them.
Until then, keep your bed empty for me. I plan on filling it soon, Spiderwoman.โ
The message concluded, and the robotic kitten fell silent, Miguelโs voice fading as quickly as it had spoken.
You wistfully smiled, running a finger along the miniature, cunning felineโs white mane, wishing it was the real Black Catโs.
โI already miss the furry idiot,โ you breathed, tucking the robot into the strap on your waist before deciding it was time to take your leave.
Picking up the bundle of blankets that Black Cat would say he โborrowed,โ you shot a webline to a neighboring building, swinging through the morning air toward, hopefully, the location of a laundromat that had recently experienced a thievery.
However, as you traveled, your mind was filled with thoughts of the cat and how uncertain your future would be now that such an occurrence had happened.
But you found yourself, not regretting a thing.
People make mistakes, some repeating the same ones over and over again, and yes, you were a heroโa mutant with powers far beyond, but you would always beโฆ
Humanโฆ
A human that wouldnโt mind making mistakes here and there, especially if that mistake was a walking cat mutant with red eyes, a white tail, and a signature black fur coat.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed The Cat and His Spider! As always, it was a pleasure writing Miguel as a sly, cat villain. Goodness, he was literally so scrumptious!! ๐๐
This marks the finale of the Vicetober 2024 event, which I created with my older sister, @powerful-niya. Apologies once again for it spilling over into the new yearโpersonal life and education got in the way for both of us, making it difficult to write. But Iโm happy we were still able to complete this event for our wonderful fans! Love you guys so much! ๐ค๐ค๐ค๐ค
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ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐preview: But then, everything seemed to stop.
The music faded into the background as, almost in a trance, you stared at the kitchen tool in your hand, the hum slowing on your lips.
Twirling it between your fingers, your eyes traced the jagged edge. Transfixed, your hands ached with an foreign yet strangely familiar desireโone buried deep in the recesses of your mind.
The record playerย suddenly grabbed your attention when the previous song's lyrics of adoration from Helen Foster shifted.
The tune slowed, the pitch of the female singerโs voice deepening to an haunting croak.
ย โNothing is what it seemsโฆ Oh dear, nothing is what it seems...โ
๐summary: Itโs your husband Miguelโs birthday, a day that should be filled with love and celebration. Yet, something feelsโฆoff.ย
ย ๐ต Word Count: Total - 14.5k, Part 2 - 8.2k words
Art found on Pinterest, all credit go to original artists/designers/photographersย
All credit also goes to musicians as I do not own the two songs heavily used in this oneshot. ๐
Dividers and mood board was created by me.
โ ๏ธโ ๏ธ Trigger Warning: This section contains highly sensitive content, including blood, trauma, verbal abuse, mental health struggles, and death. If any of these topics may be triggering for you, please proceed with caution and at your own discretion. โ ๏ธโ ๏ธ
โMAMA!!โ
You froze, eyes wide, breath catching in your throat. Hastily, you pushed Miguel away, panic rising in your chest. โDid you hear that?!โ you asked, your voice tight with alarm.
For once, Miguelโs expression mirrored the terror that gripped you. Rising from the couch, he reached out to steady you as both of you looked toward the stairs, your pulse pounding in your ears. The air between you was heavy nowโthis wasnโt just the innocent sound of a childโs call.
Something was wrongโฆ
Your husband moved first, his long legs quickly striding to the stairway. He climbed them in an instant, with you close behind.
โPrincesa!? Gabriella!?โ Miguelโs thunderous voice echoed down the hall of your family home.
โGabi?!โ you called out, your heart hammering, never feeling this level of panic before.
Miguel walked briskly down the narrow upstairs hallway, flanked by four doorsโtwo leading to bathrooms, one to your shared bedroom, and the last to Gabriellaโs room.
Frantically, you tore through each room, throwing open doors, your eyes scanning for any trace of your daughter. With each second that passed, the dread in your chest grew heavier. โGabi?!โ your voice cracked as it echoed off the walls. But the silence that followed was unbearable.
She wasnโt there.
Meeting in the hallway, your teary eyes locked with Miguelโs. His stern gaze didnโt falter, but the tension in his clenched jaw betrayed his growing desperation.
โOne last door, cariรฑo. Sheโs here,โ he said, his voice resolute as his knuckle brushed your cheek in a soothing gesture. But the flicker of anger in his eyes spoke volumesโanger at the unknown, at his own helplessness.
Swallowing hard, your throat dry, you both turned toward Gabriellaโs bathroom.
Miguel let out a frustrated grunt, and with the force of a charging bull, he bursted the door open. You pushed past him, your feet hitting the cold tiles when you entered the room.
The bathroom hit you like a slap. The air was heavy, unnaturally still, and it clung to your skin in a way that made every nerve scream with unease. The cold tiles beneath your feet were a stark contrast to the warmth of the hallway carpet, a biting reminder of how wrong everything felt.
Your hand scrambled along the wall, fumbling for the light switch. When the harsh fluorescent bulbs buzzed to life with a sickly hum, the scene before you came into focus.
And you froze.
The color drained from your face, your breath caught in your chest, and your knees felt as if they might give way beneath you. The bathtub, the room, the sightโit all sucked the life out of you in one brutal instant.
โThis has to be a dream. Let this be a fucking dream.โ
But it wasnโt.
Gabriella was there, hunched over the edge of the bathtub.
Your sweet little girlโthe same one who had just been beaming with joy as she dashed upstairs to fetch her giftโnow laid lifelessly. Her small body was draped over the edge, twisted in a way that made her look like a discarded, broken doll. The innocence of her form had been stolen, transformed into something grotesque.
You couldnโt breathe. Couldnโt move. The world had stopped spinning, leaving you trapped in this moment of unimaginable horror.
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โNo,โ you whispered, shaking your head frantically. โNo, no, no. This isnโt happening. This canโt be real.โ
Your voice broke, a sob ripping through your chest while stepping back on trembling legs. โMy daughter. My sweet little girl.โ Tears blurred your vision, cascading down your cheeks as you sank to your knees.
โOh, gosh, w-what happened to you? This canโt be real. No, no, no.โ The words spilled from your lips in a torrent of grief and denial.
A guttural cry tore from your chest, raw and unrelenting, shaking your entire body. Your hands gripped the fabric of your blue dress so tightly that your knuckles turned white, the tears soaking the material until it clung to your trembling form.
Your heart raced, your breathing uneven, and your head throbbed with disbelief and terror. The questions, the pleas, the desperate prayers poured out of you in a relentless stream, each one more frantic than the last.
But the pain was too much.
Your vision blurred further, darkening at the edges as the world around you began to fade. Overwhelmed by the sheer weight of grief, your body gave out, collapsing into unconsciousness.
As darkness enveloped you, fragments of thoughts slipped through the cracks of your mind.
โPlease donโt be real.โ
โMy sweet girl, Gabriella.โ
โI canโt lose you.โ
โI canโt lose you.โ
And then, like a flickering light extinguished, your final thoughts faded into the void.
โMi amorโฆโ
โShh, itโs okay. Everything will be okay.โ
โYou are okay.โ
Your eyes slowly fluttered open, your body weak and trembling. A pounding headache reverberated through your skullโa pain so excruciating that even thinking was a grueling task.
โW-where am I?โ you whispered, struggling to sit up from your crumpled position on the ground. Surrounded you a cold, dark hallwayโone that sent a chill down your spine. The memories came rushing back, sharp and unbearable, as a strangled sob escaped your throat.
โG-Gabi. Oh gosh.โ You wept into your hands, the ache in your chest only intensifying when the horrific moment played out in your mind once more.
Above, the lights flickered on, one by one, casting an eerie glow over the hallway. The endless stretch of white doors along the walls appeared stark and unnervingly perfect. Each was identicalโsmooth, sleek, and disturbingly pristine. No wood grain or signs of age, no layers of paint chipped over time. Just a clinical, sterile design that felt foreign. These werenโt the familiar, warm doors of your home.
Your gaze stretched down the corridor. The symmetry of the doors and the sterile glow of the flickering lights heightened the unsettling atmosphere. Your stomach churned, a sense of dread sinking deep into your bones.
Shakily, you rose to your feet, your legs trembling beneath you. You were still barefoot, dressed in the pastel blue dress you had worn earlier, although your jumbo curls were now a mess and in need of another douse in hairspray.ย
Everything about you was the same, yet you felt completely differentโwrecked by despair that gripped you tighter with every thought of your little girl andโฆ
Miguel.ย
Your eyes darted around frantically, trying to seek him to find no other being in sight.ย
Where was he? He had been with you whenโฆ
โY/N!?โ
His voice boomed through the hallway, shattering the silence.
Your head whipped toward the soundโa desperate yell followed by loud bangs against one of the white doors.
โAmor! Esposa!โ Miguelโs frantic voice echoed as he jiggled the doorknob. โFuck, itโs locked! Iโm in here, baby! Open the door!โ
โMiguel!?โ you cried out, rushing toward the source of his voice.
โY/N! Oh, bebรฉ, Iโm so happy to hear you are okay,โ he said, relief breaking through his panicked tone.
โM-me too. But Miguel, Gabiโโ
โI know, amor,โ he interrupted, his voice cracking slightly. โFirst, I need you to open the door. Thereโsโฆsomething in here with me.โ
His words sent a chill through your entire body.
โItโs chasing me through these halls. I canโt see it, andโshitโit stabbed me.โ
โIt stabbed you!?โ you exclaimed, horrified, pressing yourself against the door wishing to be there next to him more than anything.
โYes,โ he groaned. โNothing fatal, though.โ But his weakening tone betrayed his words.
โItโll be okay, Miguel. I-Iโll open the door. Iโll get you out.โ
Your hands shook as you gripped the doorknob, turning it desperately. However, It didnโt budge.
It was lockedโฆ
Your heart sank. โM-Miguel, itโs locked!โ you whimpered, twisting and pulling at the knob repeatedly in a frenzy.
โTry again. Stay calm for me, baby. Just try again.โ
โI am!โ you shouted, tears streaming down your face, completely helpless as fear tightened its grip on you. โTry it from your side!โ you begged.
You stepped back, letting him attempt the lock from his side. The sounds of his struggle filled the hallway, but the door refused to open.
โMierda!โ He cursed in frustration, hands slamming against the door with a loud bang, making you jump.ย
โM-Miguel, what are we going to do? I-I canโt leave you, I canโtโฆโ You sobbed, not wanting to be alone and leave your husband to die at the hands of that thing.ย
Instead of an answer, your stomach turned into knots at his response. โItโs here! Fuck!โ Miguel stated, harsh bangs and kicks to the door filling the quiet hallway at your husbandโs futile attempts to escape. โGet out of here, esposa!โย
A new wave of terror crashed over you. โN-no! Iโm not leaving you!โ you cried, not wishing to leave and lose him too. You tugged at the door in desperation alongside his assaults upon the relentless door, crying all the while.ย
โY/N!โ Miguelโs stern voice cut through your panic, startling youfor a fleeting moment. โI love you, but you have to leave. Understand me!?โ
You choked on your sobs, every fiber of your being screaming to stay, but his command left no room for argument.
โY-yes. I understand,โ you whimpered in a trembling voice. โI love you too.โ
However, silence fell on the other side of the door.
Your eyes widenedย when a loud, sickening thud from behind the door filled your ears. In that moment, your heart shattered into a million pieces.
โMiguel!โ you screamed, banging your fists against the wooden surface. Your cries were frantic, pleading for any response, begging for his death not to be real.
A harsh, coppery scent filled your nose, like a punch in the face. Sharp and metallic, it clawed at your every sense as a wet, sticky sensation spreading under your foot made your breath hitch.
Your eyes darted down in alarm.ย
Blood.
It pooled from beneath the door, crimson rivulets spreading across the pristine floor, soaking into the soles of your bare feet.
You staggered back, trembling, disbelief gripping your entire being.
โN-no, not you too. Not you too.โ
The words spilled from your lips in broken, anguished sobs, a mantra of denial as tears blurred your vision. The reality was too much to bear, too cruel to endure.
You turned and sprinted down the hallway, no longer caring where it led, no longer caring if youโd be lost.ย
The sterile glow of the flickering lights stretched endlessly ahead of you, the hem of your blue dress billowing behind you as you ran. Your breath hitched, your sobs growing louder, hair whipping wildly around your tear-streaked face.
And then, your legs gave out.
You collapsed to your knees, chest heaving, despair consuming you.
You sobbed uncontrollably, your trembling hands clutching at the cold floor. The weight of the loss crushed you, leaving nothing but a hollow ache in its wake.
โFirst Gabi, my little angelโฆand now Miguel.โ
The thought shattered you. It was too much. Too much pain. Too much emptiness.
Your tears fell harder, your cries echoing down the lifeless corridor.
And thenโ
A sound.
The soft creak of a door swinging open.
Your head snapped up, your breath hitching and your heart plummeted into your stomach. One of the white doors stood ajar, its perfect surface now marred by a sinister shadow.ย
A cold, unnatural wind blew from the pitch-black doorway, tousling your hair and sending a shiver down your spine.
You froze, your body rigid with fear and grief, staring into the darkness.
For a fleeting moment, you found yourself yearning, besseching for whatever had taken Miguel to take you too. To end this nightmare. To reunite you with your family.
But instead of a monster emerging from the void, you saw something else.
You and Miguelโฆ
But not reallyโฆ
You were sitting in a fancy restaurant with your husband, Miguel, donned in a glamorous dress and him, a pristine tux. This world was nothing you were familiar with, nothing like your checkerboard floors, poodle skirts, and pin-up curls. It was more futuristic to what you were used to, yet familiar all the same.ย
The waitress completed taking your order and collected your menus. Innocently, your husband exchanged a glance with her, his eyes lingering a little too long for your liking, his smile too warm and it all riled you up.ย
As soon as the waitress left, you couldnโt hold it in anymore.ย
โI saw you.โ You spat, glaring at him, the tension between the two of you growing thick. โI saw you look at her. You think I didnโt notice?โ You asked with a scoff. "Anyone could see how your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull."
Miguelโs charming features shifted to a mix of confusion and frustration. He leaned in close, trying to keep your conversation down. โWhat are you talking about? I just glanced at her, it was nothing.โย
โNo, no, donโt lie to me! You think Iโm stupid? T-That I cannot see what is evidently in front of me!?โ Your voice rose, attracting the attention of nearby diners. โWell, I assure you, husband, Iโm not fucking blind.โ You said harshly, spitting his title that was meant for endearment like it was venom in your mouth.ย
Miguel steadily placed his glass down, his large hand reaching across the table to hold yours in hopes of quelling the raging storm. โCalm down, please, amor. Letโs not ruin our date.โ He whispered hopefully, stroking your knuckles with his thumb. โYouโre not seeing things clearly. Nothing happened.โย
The look on your face was of pure rage from something so harmless as a glance. You were lost in your own chaotic thoughtsโa belief that he would leave you for someone younger, someone more beautiful. The waiter, the clerk, the neighbor down the streetโanyone could take him from you.ย
Anyone.
You yanked your hand from his, standing up with a loud squeak of your chair on the floor, gaining the attention of the entire restaurant. โSince you wish to ogle at waitresses, you can eat dinner by yourself. I'll be in the car.โ You said, storming out and leaving an embarrassed and pitiful Miguel in your wakeโฆ
The door slammed shut with a loud bang, snapping you out of the long-lost memory. โW-who was that? What was that?โ you stammered in utter confusion and horror at the person who looked like you but was anything but.
โThatโฆ could not have been me,โ you thought, but you couldnโt shake the familiarity of the situation.
You could practically feel the red dress you wore upon your body, remember the paranoia and anger, smell the spices wafting through the restaurant, and see the look of pity your husband gave you amidst the storm of your deranged thoughts.
You rose on your shaky legs, the tears you shed now dried upon your cheeks. Your bare feet wandered down the flickering hallway and found yourself wanting answers to the many questions that plagued your mind.ย
Suddenly, you heard another door to your left fly open, forcing you into that terrible world once moreโone that was far from the perfect world you remembered.ย
Or thought you rememberedโฆ
You were in the hallway, walking into the kitchen when you heard Miguel on the phone. His voice was lower than usual, speaking to someone in hushed tones. You couldnโt make out the words, but you could hear the familiarity in his voice. His voice was warmer. Softer. He didnโt speak to you like that.ย
Not anymore.ย
You stormed into the room, catching the last part of the conversation. โYeah, Iโll pick you up later. Miss you too, sweetheart. Bye.โย
Your mind instantly spiraled: Who was he talking to? Who is โsheโ?ย
Miguel looked back startled at your sudden appearance. โHey, cariรฑo, you scared me-โย
โWho is she?โ Your voice shaking in desperation and anger. โWho the hell were you talking to?โย
He looked at you in perplexion, a flicker of hurt in his eyes at being accused of such a thing. โI was talking to Gabi. Sheโs at my motherโs for the weekend, remember?โ He stated in betrayal. โWhy are you constantly accusing me of cheating. I love you, amor. Only you.โย
Miguel tried to convince you, but you didnโt believe him. You couldnโt.ย
You never could anymore.ย
โNo, no, youโre lying to me. Youโre having an affair. I know it. You donโt care about me anymore.โ You wholeheartedly believed, could even see the loving looks he'd give herโhear the dirty things he would say to her.ย
โYou are just using our daughter as a coverup!โ You shouted at him, stepping up to jab a finger to his chest. โAnd I would not let you make me look like a fool, Miguel!โย
The memory faded away, throwing you back into the endless hallway, the door swinging closed.ย
Your eyes watered up, tears beginning to fill your cheeks. โNo, this canโt be true. What is this?โ You whimpered, shaking your head. โThis is a lie. Miguel and I were happy. He would dance with me, hold me, sing to me with his guitar. No, this isnโt real!โ You shouted aloud, more to yourself in hopes of dismissing such riveting tales this nightmare was trying to plague you with.ย
โI wonโt believe these false tales! I wonโt let you lie to me!โ You cried out, walking, or more like, stumbling down the hallway. Your body felt weaker, unable to hold yourself up as you walked to the next door that would surely bring you back to that hellish world.ย
Like you predicted, dread engulfed you when another white door flung open, pulling your consciousness into the world of false once more.ย
You sat on the sofa in the living room, sipping at a mug of coffee. Watching your daughter, Gabriella drew at her mini table, her small hands carefully drawing stick figures with bright red crayons.ย โWhat are you drawing, sweetie?โ You asked, noticing her become tensed at your question.ย
โIโmโฆIโm drawing us, Mamรก.โ You hummed, peering over her shoulder with a smile until you noticed one of the three stick figures with their head tilted, a red line crossed through their face.ย
โWhat is this?โ You demanded, pointing a finger at the crossed out figure. โI-Its-โ Gabiโs eyes widened as you snatched the paper out of her hands before she could explain. โI-Itโs just aโฆpicture, Mamรก.โ
โA picture? And what is Mama doing here, huh? Being crossed out of your life?โย
โN-No, Mamรกโฆโ She began to weep. โYou are just sad.โ Gabi cried, trying to point out that the red streaks were instead tears, but to you, they were anything but.ย
You turned to Miguel, who was watching from the kitchen. โThis is what she learns from you, huh!?โ You shouted in a voice full of accusation. โFilling her head with ideas of hating her mother?!โย
Miguel hastily raced into the living room, hiis burly arms reaching out to place Gabi behind him, shielding her crying form from you.ย โItโs just a childโs drawing. Sheโs drawing what she is seeing.โ Your husband stated. โPlease, stop being like this. Please, amor.โย
But you canโt let it go. The image haunts you, filling your mind with fears of what Gabi might be learning from her father, and what she could be thinking of you.ย
You storm out of the room, the paper crumpling in your hand, heart pounding with a sense of betrayal.
โNo more.โ Was the first thing that escaped your cracked lips and scratchy throat. You shook your head from your crumbled position on the floor, hair and blue dress a mess. โPlease, donโt show me anymore.โ You begged, knowing if you moved, youโd be brought to that horrid place againโfeel the overwhelming anger, fear, delusion that raked your body, practically eating you aliveโand your family too.ย
A faint, yet familiar noise began to echo down the hall. It was quiet and undiscernable, but you were sure it sought to drive you insane.ย
You didnโt want to make sense of what you were seeing, because if you made sense of it, it'd only mean they were true. โThis isnโt real. I loved my Gabriella and she loved me.โ You affirmed, remembering the memories you deemed true. โS-Sheโd draw me pictures all the time, work with me in the kitchen, a-and we'll play with her dolls together.โ You cried, tears breaking free. โThis isnโt real. I wonโt believe it. I-I wonโt.โย
If to prove you wrong, another door bursted open further down the aisle. You instantly felt the pull, but this time, you wouldnโt let it easily take you.ย
You clawed at the floor, trying to fight against the force that was tugging you into the dark abyss. However, it only strengthened, seeking to haul you back to that horrid nightmare. The noise only grew louder, yet distant as if becoming angrier at your resistance. โNoโฆplease.โ You begged, pleading for it not to take you as your fingers soon gave out, drawing you back againโฆย
One afternoon, the thoughts have become too overbearing. โMiguel wants to leave, so Iโll help him.โ Your deranged mind thinks, believing you to be in the right as you heaved another load of his clothes, books, and personal items out onto the porch.ย
Only moments after Miguel comes back from work, Gabriella, at his side from school. He races inside in panic and sorrow. โB-Bebรจ, what is this?โ he asks, his deep voice wavering for the first time.ย
You glared at him, breathing hard. โIf youโre planning on leaving, then go. I already set your things outside, so get out!โ
Miguel stares at you, heartbroken, whilst the sobs of Gabi behind his leg fills the hallway of your bedroom. โI-I never planned to leave, mi amor-โย
โThen what is this!?โ You exclaimed, throwing his personal journal at his chest, hearing it clatter to the floor. He didnโt even flinch. โYou wrote in there that I was deranged, crazy, and needed helpโhelp you cannot provide me. Isn't that right?โ You asked with a wicked laugh, head falling back against your shoulders.ย
โI donโt think a handsome man like you would want a deranged wife, now do you?โ The taunting words being spat at Miguel as he just stood there with Gabriella behind him, taking the full force of the lashes.ย
โI tried to stay strong for usโfor Gabiโfor you, mi amor.โ He said once your verbal assault and endless pacing ceased. โBut I canโtโฆnot anymore. Not if you donโt seek help yourself, nor face the fact that you need it.โ Miguel stated, his voice full of sorrow, but he should have been talking to the wall as nothing he said was reaching you. โIf you want me gone so bad, I will-.โย
โAre you still here?โ You asked, looking over your shoulder at him, the wildness of your hair in crazed disarray. Your husband met your gaze of pure rage with pity. โNot anymore.โ He muttered sadly. โCome on, Gabriella.โ Miguel said, ushering your daughter along who weeped all the way out the front door.ย
But you knew deep in your core that they would be back. That your sweet husband and daughter would never truly leave you. They would never leave you, no matter how much Miguel said it.ย
Like a punch to the gut, you sunk to the floor, sobbing. You didnโt want to believe it, but the more you saw, the more you remembered, and the weaker your body became, like the energy was being drained from your being.ย
The familiar tune of the hall was loud, practically driving you mad. โStop this. Please.โ You begged anyone who would listen. Your hands gripped the wall, dragging yourself up onto your feet, your frail legs trembling under your weight.ย
A gasp escaped you when suddenly, the lights shut off for a moment, leaving you in blackness before one flickered back on. Your heart skipped a beat at the table that the light shone down upon. โW-What is that?โ You whispered so quietly you werenโt sure you said it.
Staggering slowly over, your feet dragging along the floor in an effort to walk on your weakened limbs. You leaned your weight on the table to find only a black, unnamed folder that sat atop it.ย
You gulped, not wishing to see what was inside, but was drawn to it, despite yourself.ย
Your fingers reached out for it, instantly feeling like you were holding a sack of bricks although the folder seemed almost empty.ย
You took a deep breath, trying to bring yourself to open it and when you did, inside, you found two items:ย
A singular letter andโฆ
Divorce papers.ย
A tear ran down your cheek at the papers.ย
Never in your life did you ever believe youโd see them, but here they were, practically burning the skin in your palm just by reading the fine print.ย
The first thing you saw are names: Miguel O'Hara and Y/N printed side by side in formal, sterile black text. Beneath them, the words "In the Matter of the Dissolution of Marriage of" are bold, undeniable. It feels distant, like this couldnโt possibly be realโbut the sensation in your chest makes it all too clear.ย
This is real.
Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. You swallow, and your eyes drift down, taking in the official stamp, the cold lettering, the case number marked by a court you donโt recognize. Every word is unmistakable, every letter sharp, a document that seems foreign yet irrevocably final.
You placed the papers onto the table, unable to look at them any longer.ย
The neatly folded piece of letter draws your attention. You opened it slowly, heart sputtering and stomach churning at the pristine ink of your loverโs perfect letteringโa handwriting he swore was chicken scratch, but one you always adored. Your breath catches in your throat as you read the first words.ย
"Dear my beloved,"
You hear his voice in your head as you read, soft yet unwavering, as if heโs right beside you, saying every word with sorrow but certainty.
โI hope that by the time you read this, you are in a better place. I wanted to say this face to face, but I knew I wouldnโt be able to. I would be brought to stay, and I know I canโt. Not anymore.ย
I am leaving. For Gabriellaโs sake. You know as well as I do that things have been falling apart for a long time. And I canโtโwe canโtโkeep pretending weโre fine.
Iโve tried, Y/N. Goodness, Iโve tried so hard. But the constant fighting, the tensionโฆ itโs not good for Gabi. Sheโs been through too much. It hurts me to hear her cry, hear her fears about you, our marriage. I need to give her the stability she deserves, and right now, Iโm not sure I can provide that in this environment. And neither can you.ย
Iโm taking Gabi with me. I know this will hurt you, and I know youโll never understand why; I only wish that one day you will. But please, for her, for both of usโฆ get the help you need. You need it more than I can give you.
I will always love you, Y/N. You will always be a part of me. I want you to know that. But I canโt keep watching our family fall apart. Please forgive me.
With all my love,Miguel OโHaraโย
Your chest constricts as you finish reading, the words sinking in like a weight you canโt lift. The paper crinkles in your shaking hands while you stare at the letter, a deep ache in your body that wonโt go away.ย
The tears come, but theyโre different this time. Theyโre quiet. They donโt scream for help or comfort. They just fall, knowing no one would come to wipe them.ย
Beside the letter, divorce papers rest, untouched, cold.ย
And for the first time, you are alone.ย
You sobbed silently, no sound passing your parted lips as you fell to your knees. Your body shook, feeling cold and empty, the sensation more real than the happy life you believed was trueโmore real than the blue pastel dress you wore from an era you never livedโand more real than the belief that this was all a dream.ย
You were so wrapped up in your grief and sorrow that you didnโt notice the lights shut off, the music now clear enough to identify that filled the hall again and the presence that now accompanied you.ย
The bulbs turned back on again, flickering eerily, the air thicker than before. Your gaze was blurry with tears, head pounding like a drum and you found yourself incapable of moving. You remained kneeled, slumped on your heels to look down at the end of the hallway, the table, folder, and note that was in your hand now gone.ย
You could feel that you werenโt alone, the familiar prickling on your neck beginning again. You weeped in fear, finally hearing the song that played on repeat, slower and slower, louder and louder.ย
It was your song.ย
โYou Belong To Me.โย
The same song that you believed to have been the happiness of your relationship was also the catalyst of eternal ruin.ย
โSee the pyramids along the Nileโฆ
Watch the sun rise on a tropic isleโฆ
Just remember, darling, all the whileโฆ
You belong to meโฆโย
A loud thud to one of the doors made you yelp and break down into more tears. The song continued slowly, the female voice of Helen becoming horrendously eerie and croaky, almost inhumane. โP-Please stop! I-I understand now! Stop!โย
โSee the marketplace in old Algiersโฆโ
โSend me photographs and souvenirsโฆโ
โJust remember, when a dream appearsโฆโ
โYou belong to meโฆโ
Another bang that sent you cowering, shielding your eyes at the figure you knew was steadily approaching. The music continued to play, burning every lyric into your head and making sure you remembered that night.ย
โIโll be so alone without youโฆโ
โMaybe youโll be lonesome, too
And blueโฆ
Another voiceโa deep, familiar voice sung along, causing the ache in your chest to intensifyโthe tears to run. โM-Miguelโฆโ You whimpered his name, knowing the song well on his tongue.ย
โFly the ocean in a silver planeโฆโ
โSee the jungle when itโs wet with rainโฆโ
โOh, mi querida, till youโre home againโฆโย
โYouโฆ
Belongโฆ
Toโฆ
Meโฆโย
Your husbandโs deep voice vanished along with the song, leaving you wishing to hear it again upon his lipsโto hear his words of adorationโto see him again.ย
And for once, this nightmare granted your wishโฆ
But with a priceโฆ
โMi amorโฆโย
โShh, it's okay. Everything will be okay.โย
โYou are okay.โย
Your heart leapt at the whispers of comfort that your husband always gave you. Frantically, your eyes searched the desolate hallway, only finding the doors before finally settling in front of you in the dark end of the hall.ย
His words were clear, coming from the blackness and calling out to you. โMi amor, everything will be okay.โ He consoled, footsteps slowly echoing closer.ย
Your chest heaved, rising and falling rapidly at being able to see him again. โM-Miguel!โ You cried out for him, wanting to feel his touch, be in his arms again and found yourself craving that more than life itself.ย
However, your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach at the sight of him.ย
All you saw wasโฆ
Blood.ย
Shrieking, your hand clasped over your mouth, weeping. The white button-up and black slacks, the outfit he wore the last time you saw him still adorned his being, but it was completely ruined.ย
His once white shirt was now red, his dark brown slicked hair wet with blood and even worse was the wounds along his body. They were large and horribly fatal, littering his chest.ย
You sobbed into your palm, crying as he stepped towards your trembling form, unable to move due to being physically stuck in your spot. He shushed you in that soft tone he always used despite walking towards you like the undead.ย
โShush, Cariรฑo,โ he murmured, his voice barely a whisper as he advanced, his movements slow and deliberate. โItโs okay; youโll be okay.โ His words, tender but hollow, slipped into your ears but it sounded so wrong, so unlike him in a way.ย
โNo, no, no!โ you wailed, voice cracking under the weight of terror and despair. โWhat is happening!? W-Who did this to you!?โ Each cry came out strangled, desperate, as if voicing your confusion might somehow make sense of this nightmare.
Miguelโs body grew unnaturally still, his gaze sharpening, a twisted smirk spreading across his lips as he tilted his head to one side. โOh, bebรจ, isnโt it obvious?โ His bloody eyebrow rising in a mock question, daring you to confront the truth he already knew.
And then, before you could respond, his face seemed to explode with anger.
โISNโT IT!?โย
With a sudden roar, he lunged at you, your scream cut short as his hands found your throat, slamming you onto the cold floor. Your breath vanished instantly under his crushing grip. The impact jarred you, leaving your lungs heaving, begging for air.
You gasped, fingers clawing at his forearm, frantically trying to pry him off but his grip was unyielding, his hands like steel. The veins in his arms bulged underneath his button-up, his fingers digging into the skin of your throat and bruising the sensitive flesh. His face loomed over you, eyes blazing, dark and empty all at once.
โLook at me, Cariรฑo. Look at what youโve tried so hard to ignore!โ He bellowed, each word cutting through you, sinking into your bones. โSee it. Feel it, damnitt!โ Your husband shouted, slamming you against the floor, feeling the air be knocked from you once more.ย
โYou couldnโt hold on, could you? Couldnโt keep us together, not for me, not even for Gabi.โ His grip tightened, further choking you. Your vision started to blur, spots of darkness creeping in. Tears began to prickle at the edges of your eyes at the thought of death by the hands of no one other than your beloved husband.ย
The blood dripping from his hair traced cold lines across your cheek that you could hardly feel against your numb skin. You could only stare up into the shell of your husband and see the inhumane rage, anger and spite that bled off him so tangibly you could practically taste it.ย
Your spouseโs amber orbs were devoid of warmth or light, his glowing skin now a lifeless gray, cold to the touch. โThis is what you brought into our lives. This is what your love has done.โ His tone, grueling and heartless, seeking to twist the already burrowed knife deeper into your gut until you were gone. Miguel leaned down, his face inches from yours, his breath a harsh reminder of everything slipping away.
โAccept it, mi amor. Embrace it, because this is all thatโs left.โ
Your sight blurred, eyes fluttering closed as those final, chilling words rung through your mind like chiming bells. Fingers loosened from his forearm, dropping to your side, body stilling to leave you encased in a world of blackness.ย
โAccept? How can I accept this?โย
A thought was breathed like the fluttering of faint fireflies in the darkness. Your consciousness slipping away.
โWho could possibly accept consequences such as thisโฆ?โย
The inquiry repeated alongside your husbandโs words until the abyss consumed you, dragging you under and into the oblivion you could no longer escape.
โSerum R9 has left Patient 1105. Patient 1105 is now conscious.โ
An electronic voice announced as your eyes fluttered open. Instantly, the blaring lights from the ceiling seared your vision, forcing you to cower away. โWhere am I?โ you wondered, unable to survey your surroundings with the glaring bulbs overhead.
The hum of machines engulfed your ears, seeming to be everywhere at once. Each beep and whir further disoriented you. Everything felt distant and detached, like something had chewed at your memories, leaving you clueless.
Then, through the haze, you heard the familiar sound of a record scratching, stuttering through a line from You Belong To Me, a song you knew all too wellโโSee theโฆ see theโฆ see theโฆโ
Weakly, you glanced down, noticing a white gown adorning your figure, but not remembering how you obtained it nor how you ended up in this bed. Your head ached the more you tried to fill the gaping holes in your memory, but one thing rang true.
โGabi? M-Miguel?โ you called out in a scratchy, hoarse voice that you almost didnโt recognize as your own. Your lips felt horribly cracked, and your legs were stiff from inactivity. โI have to get out of here. S-Someone has taken me somehow,โ you assumed, fear rising in your chest.
You tried to sit up, but found yourself physically incapable. โWhat the hell?โ Panic bubbled up inside as you tried again and again, but when your arm started to flail, you felt a tug at your wrist. The metal cuffs cut deep into your skin and clanged against the bed rail.
In horror, your eyes snapped down to see your hands were cuffed to the cold metal of your bed. โWhat is going on?โ you hardly whispered, your dull eyes finding other things attached to your body that you hadnโt noticed before.
An IV drip pricked into your inner elbow with withered tape, wires coming from electrode pads under your gown to attach to your chest whilst an oxygen tube was held up to your nostrils, filling your body with more air than you needed at the moment.ย
An ache in your neck made you reach up to touch your nape. There, you felt a lump and upon touching it, a sharp pain shot through your skull that made you further disoriented and terrified.
Your chest began to heave, hyperventilating. โWhat is going on? I-I need to get out of here. I donโt understand what is happening.โ You could only think, weakly tugging at your cuffs, becoming a sobbing mess.
โPatient 1105โs heart rate elevated to 145 beats per minute. Respiration rate above normal limits. Increased agitation detected. Subject is vocalizing distress; emotional levels are unstable.โ
Your body jumped at the inhuman formโs sudden voice, coming from somewhere in the room. Instantly, you became rigid with fear.
โSending for Dr. Owens. Sending for Dr. Owens.โ
โWhatโs happening? Why am I here? What happened to my family?โ you could only ask the electronic voice in a strained whimper, seeking answers amidst your confusion and cluelessness. Your vision was shielded by globs of salty tears running down your cold cheeks as you wept.
Almost instantaneously, a door burst open somewhere in your room, startling you. You whimpered in fear, eyes squinting to see the newcomer.
In a white coat, a woman entered. Her dark brown curly hair was tied up in a professional ponytail with a stern look on her ebony face that made you tremble. โW-Who are you?โ you tried to ask between crackles in your voice.
The woman barely acknowledged your words. Her attention, behind her glasses, was focused on a screen beside you, fingers flying over the keys as though your questions were mere background noise. Ignoring your weak, desperate gaze, she muttered something under her breath and continued to work.
โPleaseโฆโ you croaked, throat tightening with desperation. โWhereโs Miguel, m-my husband? Whereโs my daughter, Gabi? H-How did I get here?โ
You couldnโt explain it, but a sudden rage exploded from your being at her indifference. โGive me back my daughter and husband, dammit!โ you shouted, your tight voice strained. Thrashing in your bed, you screamed and yelled, the cuffs crashing against the metal bed railing.
โI know you took them! You took them away from me, you bitch! Give them back to me! Give them back!โ you bellowed before breaking down into tears, feeling your cheekbones press against the taut skin of your face. Your emotions felt all over the place.
Without looking up, the woman clicked a final command, heaving a sigh. โPatient 1105, Iโm Dr. Jessica Owens, and as stated many times before, you agreed to this.โ
Your eyebrows quivered, believing youโd heard her wrong. โW-What?โ you rasped, your ghostly features scrunching up in confusion.
โIndeed. It was either receiving your normal sentence here or assisting us in a few tests,โ the ebony doctor explained. You could only look at her in bewilderment. โAndโฆ w-where am I?โ
โObscura Psychiatric Facility,โ she replied, her voice emotionless and straightforward. Your dull eyes studied her for a moment, trying to recall your past memories, but it felt impossible. โWhy am I here? Why canโt I remember anything? Whatโฆ tests did I agree to? And where is my family?โ you asked, desperate for answers, or else you feared you would lose it.
Dr. Owens stepped up to your bedside, and your body instinctively recoiled from her. โYouโll be surprised how many times Iโve answered these exact questions from you before, Patient 1105,โ she muttered, running a calculating eye over you from behind her frames. โBut Iโll bite.โ The doctor cleared her throat, clasping her hands behind her back.
โPatient 1105, or Y/N, youโve been in our care for seven years. Upon arrival, you were miserable and depressed, seeking an end to your troubles that the judge took away from you.โ
โT-The judge?!โ you exclaimed in confusion, needing her to backtrack and explain. However, it seemed Dr. Owens only wished to tell you what she wanted, questions be damned.
โWe presented you with the decision to continue your usual routine here at Obscura or to partake in testing of a new drug being administered. You chose the latter.โ Dr. Owens said, walking over to a cabinet in the room and retrieving a pair of latex gloves to snap onto her hands.ย
โYou were cautioned about the addictive effects, memory loss, and life-long dependency on this drug, but there was one thing about this medicine that fascinated you more than anything, causing you to choose it regardless of the consequences.โ
โW-What was that?โ you asked, watching her return to you and ignore your question like before. The doctor began checking your facial features, under your throat, along your arms, legs, and back, feeling for any abnormalities. โSerum R9 is the drug that is being tested on you, Patient 1105. It is still being researched, but from your results, itโs a paradise, putting you in a dreamscape that youโve always wanted.โ
You listened to Dr. Owens, allowing her to finish her checkup and scribble on a notepad she pulled out from the breast pocket of her lab coat. It felt odd being told about your actions and words despite not remembering them.
Glancing up at her as she wrote, anger bubbled inside of you. โIf Iโm here, where is my family?โ you asked. โIs there a reason I donโt remember agreeing to this? Did you force me to do this?! A-And what is this thing in my neck?! โ You demanded, the lump in your neck tingling once more.
โMy husband, Miguel, would never have let me agree to such a thing. He knows I have a daughterโa family to get back to, for fuckโs sake!โ you angrily shouted. โAnd youโlying assholes have made me sell my life to a fucking drug, and now I canโt get back to my family because of youโโ
โPatient 1105, your family is dead.โ
Your words halted, and you felt like your world had ended. Swallowing thickly, you wetted your cracked lips. Your eyes narrowed, hands curling into fists. โW-What the hell are you talking about?โ you bit out, glaring daggers at her. โIf youโre lying to me, I promise you when I get out, I-Iโllโฆโย
Dr. Owens chuckled at your stammered threat, utterly unamused. She shook her head, her curly ponytail moving with the motion. โI'll expect that from a killer like you.โย
Before you could think, you could yourself leaping up, reaching for the collar of Dr. Owensโ coat, and due to her closeness, you grabbed hold. A sudden burst of energy coursed through your being. Pulling her toward you, the chains of your cuffs jiggled with your movements. โSay that again,โ you growled, staring directly into her cold eyes that gazed back at you.
โYou killed them,โ the doctor spat back with indifference. โYou stabbed your husband to death and drowned your daughter when he decided to divorce you because of your insanity. I take it you didnโt like the fact they were leaving you.โ
โS-stop lying to me!โ you shouted, shaking her, not wanting it to be true. โI tell you nothing but the truth, Patient 1105. Youโre here because of your actions, and you begged for Serum R9 to escape the despair youโve brought into your life,โ Dr. Owens stated with a glare, pulling away from your tight hold.
Delusions and unchecked rage were what you were known for, and even now, you sought to silence Dr. Owensโ words. You werenโt ready for the truth, despite having already lived it.
Acceptance was a lesson one could never learn without getting hurt in the process. Although you couldnโt remember it, you didnโt want to feel that pain, hurt, or loss ever again, so you ran from acceptance like hell.
You chuckled manically, your laughter growing louder and more deranged. โYou lie. You lie! YOU LIE!โ you shouted over and over again, pure rage bellowing from your voice.ย
In your mind, you saw your husband and daughter at home, calling the police in search of their missing wife and mother. Dr. Owens and the people at this facility were keeping you from your family. It was the only reasonโthe only truth you saw and was willing to accept.
Suddenly, you snapped, shouting threats at Dr. Owens, trying to break free from your handcuffs, and thrashing about in your bed. Security and more nurses entered the room as Dr. Owens typed away on the screen by your bedside. โYou lie, you bitch! You canโt keep me here! Iโll kill you, I promise you, you piece of shit!โ you screamed at the top of your lungs. The electronic voice from before filled the room.
โSerum R9 is being administered once more. Sweet dreams, Patient 1105.โ
The staff released you as the IV tube was filled with a blue liquid, flowing from a nearby machine into your arm and soon bloodstream. The lump in your neck buzzed to life upon activation and instantly, you became weak and drowsy.ย
โW-What are you doing to me? I-I have to get out of here. M-My family isโฆw-waiting for me,โ you said once more, trying to fight the drug.
โYou are right,โ Through your hazy vision, you could see Dr. Owens resetting the needle on the record player as the song You Belong To Me began to play. Your body became rigid, unable to help but focus on the tune.
โYour family is waiting for you,โ the ebony woman added, her voice growing fainter as the music grew louder, until it was the only thing you could hear.
โSo donโt keep them waiting any longer,โ were the last words you heard before the song drowned out everything, and your eyes closed.
Your world of darkness was full of despair and turmoil. Like the speed of light, every memory you couldnโt recall before came rushing back.
Entering second grade.
Going to prom.
Meeting Miguel.
Getting Married.
Having Gabriella.
Kissing your husband.
Drawing with your daughter.
Family dinners.
Night cuddles.
The fights.
The screaming.
The crying.
The blood.
The guilt.
The hate.
The loss.
The Despair.
It came rushing back so intensely that it was grueling, before vanishing as quickly as it came.
You were left a hollow husk of a person. Your memories shed, leaving only two things behind: pure happiness and a need for your family.
~ I say, Oogum, oogum, boogum, boogum ~Boogum now, baby, you're castin' your spell on me. ~
The jolly tune of Brenton Wood resonated from the record player, your hips swaying to the song while you cooked. Sunlight poured in through the drawn gingham drapes, filling your home with a warm glow that energized everyone inside.
But, in particular, you.
Your eyes occasionally glanced over at the cookbook you had "borrowed" from your and your husband's shared closetโa cookbook from his late mother.
Currently, you had tasked yourself with making a childhood Mexican-Irish breakfast for your husband to celebrate his birthda-
โWait,โ you uttered, coming to a stop. Your eyebrows furrowed, feeling like youโd done this before.
You glanced down at the breakfast you were cooking, a sensation of unease gripping you. You tried to figure out the source of this dรฉjร vu when your thoughts were instantly interrupted by a pair of burly arms enveloping your waist from behind.
Your heart fluttered as a blinding warmth of happiness, adoration, and peace engulfed you. โGood morning, mi amor,โ your husband whispered into your ear, his deep voice of love enough to quell even your most chaotic days.
You leaned back into him, accepting his embrace. All previous worries and concerns vanished from thought, and the only thing you could think about was the feeling of how right everything was.
โYou okay?โ he asked, his hand caressing your stomach through your dress, his touch setting your body ablaze. Completely in love, you nodded, a huge smile on your rosy lips.
โOf course...
Everything is perfect.โ
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the finale of Dear, My Beloved. Yes, it was very sad, tragic, and completely different from my other writingsโaside from A Fate Worse Than Deathโbut that was intentional. The vice was Despair, so I went above and beyond. If you almost cried like me, then I did my job, lol. ๐คง
To tie up loose ends and make everything clearer: Y/N ended her family due to insanity, abandonment, and mental health struggles after being divorced by Miguel. Serum R9 is the drug administered by Obscura Psychiatric Facility, which places Y/N in a 1950s simulation-like world where everything is "just right."
The scary occurrences were caused by the serum leaving her system and attempting to restore her lost memories. The entity that "kills" Miguel is, in fact, Y/Nโs true self.
And yes, I was inspired by the psychological thriller Donโt Worry Darling. It has to be one of my favorite movies! ๐
If there are any loose ends or unanswered questions, feel free to DM me or ask in the comments. I know this was a rather complex, psychological, and angsty one-shot that might leave some readers with questions.
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ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐preview: But then, everything seemed to stop.
The music faded into the background as, almost in a trance, you stared at the kitchen tool in your hand, the hum slowing on your lips.
Twirling it between your fingers, your eyes traced the jagged edge. Transfixed, your hands ached with an foreign yet strangely familiar desireโone buried deep in the recesses of your mind.
The record playerย suddenly grabbed your attention when the previous song's lyrics of adoration from Helen Foster shifted.
The tune slowed, the pitch of the female singerโs voice deepening to an haunting croak.
ย โNothing is what it seemsโฆ Oh dear, nothing is what it seems...โ
๐summary: Itโs your husband Miguelโs birthday, a day that should be filled with love and celebration. Yet, something feelsโฆoff.ย
ย ๐ต Word Count: Total - 14.5k, Part 1 - 6k words
Art found on Pinterest, all credit go to original artists/designers/photographersย
All credit also goes to musicians as I do not own the two songs heavily used in this oneshot. ๐
Dividers and mood board was created by me.
~ I say, Oogum, oogum, boogum, boogum ~Boogum now, baby, you're castin' your spell on me. ~
The jolly tune of Brenton Wood resonated from the record player, your hips swaying to the song while you cooked. Sunlight poured in through the drawn gingham drapes, filling your home with a warm glow that energized everyone inside.
But, in particular, you.
Your eyes occasionally glanced over at the cookbook you had "borrowed" from you and your husband's shared closet โ a cookbook from his late mother.
Currently, you had tasked yourself with making a childhood Mexican-Irish breakfast for your husband to celebrate his birthday โ a blend of chorizo and potatoes, black pudding, fried eggs, and homemade tortillas. However, you wanted to make it exactly how his parents made it for him all those years ago, but you were finding it difficult with how vague the measurements were.
โโEnough oil to make things crispy, but don't be stingy, but don't swim in it either?โ Then how much oil do I use?โ you whispered in slight bewilderment before continuing on, nevertheless, thankful for the English translations alongside the Spanish handwritten recipes inside the cookbook.
The smell of black coffee, just the way Miguel liked it, along with the sound of the knife slicing vegetables atop the cutting board, wafted through the air.
You hummed, singing along softly. โYou got me doing funny things like a clown, just look at me~โ Hips swaying, you danced over to the calendar on the kitchen wall, your heels clicking upon the checkerboard tiles in rhythm with the upbeat melody.
Your eyes ran along the autumn month, rosy red lips pulling into a grin at the sight. โOctober 13th, 1950. My beloved husband's birthday.โ You beamed, poking the colorful orange pin into the appropriate date. Pressing a kiss to your two manicured fingers, you placed it upon the date, completely in love with your husband.
Spinning back towards the stove, the blue dress and white apron you wore flaring with your movement. Your hands moved about, dashing seasoning here, a slice of butter there, and a mix with the whisk here. The Oogum Boogum Song played steadily in the background all the while.
You heard, amidst the song and noises of the kitchen, the small pitter-pattering of feet on the mint and creamed checkered floors. It wasn't long before the owner of such adorable footsteps hugged your leg, tugging at your apron to get your attention.
โGood morning, mommy,โ your daughter, Gabriella, whispered from your side.
Your daughter, Gabriella, now six, was your bundle of joy. You loved your little girl so much, willing to go through any lengths to ensure she knew how much you did.
You grinned, wiping your hands on your apron before crouching down to her level. โGood morning, my sweet girl,โ you greeted, unable to help but giggle at her messy brown hair, showing she had instantly run downstairs as soon as her eyes opened from her slumber.
You ran a hand along her head, smoothing the wild strands with your palm. Adoring how your daughter beamed up at you in her pink floral nightgown that reached down to her ankles and how she tightly clutched her stuffed rabbit, Flopsy, in her arms โ an old gift from Miguel and you upon learning of your pregnancy.
โYou seem happy this morning. Did you sleep well?โ you asked, caressing the top of her head. However, you watched her bright smile falter at your question, causing your eyebrows to furrow.ย
You already knew the reason for her change in mood.
โAnother bad dream, huh?โ you sighed, stroking her cheek with a finger, almost as if she were fragile glass that could break any moment.
โYesโฆ another bad dream. It's always the same, Mommy. I just wish they would go away,โ she said, her eyes starting to glisten with approaching tears.
Your heart clenched as you reached out to embrace your daughter, hugging her close to your chest. โI know, baby, I know. I'm so sorry you are going through this.โ you soothed. โNo one should experience this, especially not a young girl like you.โย
The first tremble and shaky sob that escaped your little girl's mouth was like a knife to the heart. โWe don't have to talk about it if you do not want to.โ
โB-but I want to, Mamรก,โ she quickly interjected, surprising you. โP-Papรก told me t-talking about it couldโฆ make them go away.โ Your daughter sniffled, remembering your husbandโs words the last time she had a nightmare.
You gave her a squeeze, hating how such dreams were tormenting your little girl. โOkayโฆโ you agreed, pulling away slightly to meet her eyes, bracing yourself to hear about the terrors she experienced in her sleep.
โWas it aboutโฆ Mommy again?โ you asked warily. The question was simple enough, but the way your heart skipped a beat made it feel much deeper.
The sad nod Gabriella gave you made you frown. โReally? Was itโฆ bad Mommy again?โ
โN-no.โ She replied in a brittle voice, her tanned cheeks growing a rosy red. โY-you werenโt scary t-this time, Mommy. You wereโฆ sleeping.โ
โSleeping?โ you asked, not expecting her reply. She confirmed with a nod. โYou were dressed in aโฆ w-white dress, and you were l-laying on a white bed,โ Gabriella explained, twirling the fabric of her pink gown around her finger. โThere was a sound that wouldn't stop. A...b-beeping sound, I think." Your daughter said between trembling lips.
"People were t-talking, but I couldn't understand them, and...you laid in the center of themโฆ
Sleeping.โ
Your eyebrows rose, a horrid thought instantly coming to mind as you imagined what your daughter could have dreamt. You shook the thought away, unwilling to linger on it.
You smiled at Gabriella, cupping her cheeks. โI know dreams can be scary and confusing, but theyโre just dreams,โ you told her. โIโm okay, completely fine, my sweet. See?โ You held your hands and arms out to her with a grin, showing her you were, indeed, okay.
You felt at peace when she returned a small smile of her own. โI know, Mamรกโฆโ she trailed off, taking your hands in her smaller ones. She fiddled with your fingers for a moment, lost in thought.ย
โMamรกโฆ you'd never harm me or Papรกโฆ right?โ Gabi asked, her question striking your core.
โWhat!? No, of course not, honey,โ you assured her, squeezing her hands. โIโll never harm you or Papรก.โ
โI knowโฆโ Gabriella replied with a small smile.
โGood. I love you, Gabi,โ you said, kissing the top of her head. She returned your affection with a peck on your cheek, making your heart soar.
You gave her head a gentle pat. โBut on a happier note,โ you began, springing back to your full height to tend to the sizzling beans and eggs, feeling the joy of the morning return once more. โDo you know what today is?โ
โPapรกโs birthday!!โ
โShhh, not so loud,โ you said, hastily clasping a hand over her mouth, making you both giggle. You didnโt want your sleeping husband to know you had plans for him.
โSorryโฆ itโs Papรกโs birthday,โ she whispered this time, watching from her short height as you returned to cooking, adding the appropriate herbs and vegetables to the dishes.
โGood job, it is,โ you grinned, turning to her once more. โAnd did you finish your present for him?โ
Frantically, Gabriella nodded. โUh-huh, I did, and it was really hard work, so I hope Papรก will like it.โ
โHe will, I assure you,โ you promised, chuckling as you took note of her disarrayed hair once more. โWeโre staying home all day to celebrate Papรกโs birthday, so why donโt you return upstairs to get dressed?โ you told her. โIโll call you down when breakfast is finished.โ
With a nod and another quick kiss to your cheek, Gabriella skipped off, her footsteps disappearing up the stairs.
You returned to the task at hand, but Gabriellaโs dream lingered in your mind.
โIs there a reason sheโs having these dreams? Is it something sheโs eating? Watching?โ you pondered, your parental fears taking root.ย
Setting the spatula aside, you moved toward the record player, wishing to change the songโwhen it hit you.ย
Sharp.
Sudden.ย
Like a spike driven into your skull.
The pain burst through your head, making you stagger. You gasped, bracing yourself against the counter.ย
Your vision blurred and clouded with white spots as a low ringing filled your ears.
It felt like the room was tilting, the ground shifting beneath your feet. You whimpered in agony, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to steady yourself, but the pain lingered, pulsing relentlessly.
โG-gosh, what is happening?โ you whined, gripping your temple in a futile attempt to quell the ache.
Without realizing it, the throbbing pain vanished as quickly as it had comeโdisappearing without a trace, leaving you shaken and breathless.
Slowly, you straightened, disoriented and confused, glancing around your kitchen.
Everything seemed normal againโthe stove, the breakfast, the cheery sunlightโbut you couldnโt shake the feeling that something was off. The air felt heavier, as though an unseen force was pressing down on you.
โI-Iโm just tired,โ you muttered, trying to shake off the strange sensation. You continued toward the record player in the corner of the kitchen, which sat atop a circular table. โTired, indeed,โ you affirmed, convincing yourself that the odd occurrence was nothing more than exhaustion from trying to perfect your husbandโs birthday.
Still, you reminded yourself that the tiredness was worth it.
It was for your husband, the man you cared so deeply about, after allโฆ
โNothing like music to help ease my troubles,โ you whispered, running a finger along the records until you stopped at a familiar one. โYesโฆ this one.โ You smiled fondly, the events of just moments ago fading from your mind at the sight of the worn sleeve.
You carefully pulled the vinyl from its caseโone of yours and Miguelโs favorites. Slipping it free of the sleeve, you replaced the previous record, The Oogum Boogum Song, with the new selection, placing it delicately on the turntable.
The needle dropped, and the warm, familiar voice of Helen Foster filled the kitchen.
The song, You Belong to Me, always made your heart flutter. It was the soundtrack to so many of your happiest moments.
It played at your wedding as you walked down the aisle, the same song you and Miguel slow-danced to the night you discovered you were pregnant with your little girl.ย
It was also the song Miguel often sang while strumming his guitar, each deep note passing his lips a promise of his undying love.
The melody had wrapped around the two of you like a promise. Every time the soft, wistful notes filled the room, it felt like your love was stitched into the very air.
It was your song, the one you always came back to, every single time.
Hearing it now made everything feel right.
Perfect.
You breathed easier, allowing the song to calm you and completely erase what had happened before.
Everything was normal once more.
Everything was fineโฆ
Returning to the pan of food, you found everything perfectly cooked. โWonderful,โ you murmured, feeling pleased. Turning off the stove and covering the finished dishes, you moved to begin setting the table.
You placed floral plates over perfectly selected napkins, then added a glass of cold juice for Gabriella, along with two mugs of coffeeโone black for Miguel, and the other with sugar and cream for yourself. Lastly, you set the utensils in their proper places.
Each pastel-colored fork, spoon, and knife was meticulously arranged beside the empty dishes, perfectly aligned. Any deviation, no matter how slight, would surely unsettle you.
While setting the table, you hummed along with Helen Foster, holding a knife poised to place it on the pale yellow Formica dining table.ย
But then, everything seemed to stop.
The music faded into the background as, almost in a trance, you stared at the kitchen tool in your hand, the hum slowing on your lips.
Twirling it between your manicured fingers, your eyes traced the jagged edge. Transfixed, your hands ached with a foreign yet strangely familiar desireโone buried deep in the recesses of your mind.
The record playerย suddenly grabbed your attention when the previous song's lyrics of adoration from Helen Foster shifted.
The tune slowed, the pitch of the female singerโs voice deepening to an haunting croak.
ย โNothing is what it seemsโฆ
Oh dear, nothing is what it seems...โ
You froze in horror, the knife slipping from your grasp and clattering onto the floor. The sound snapping you from your trance, but a foggy haze lingered.
Your heart pounded like the rapid thump of a rabbitโs foot, your wide eyes fixated on the record player. Its eerie chant looped, searing into your mind.
ย โNothing is what it seems...
Oh dear, nothing is what it seems...โ
Over and over the words were repeated, searing the horrid message into your brain.ย
Chest heaving, you backed away to collide into the table, causing dishes and glasses to rattle. โW-whatโโ you could only stammer in terror.
Before you could spiral further in your petrified state, calloused hands reached out to you, cupping your face. With gentle caution, you were guided to meet a pair of familiar amber eyes.
โCariรฑo?โ
โIs everything okay?โ
The deep, concerned voice brought you back to reality. Its steady tone grew louder, grounding you amidst the chaos of your thoughts.ย
โQuรฉ te pasa? Talk to me, miel.โ
You met the gaze of your beloved husband, Miguel who stood in front of you, his features tight with worry. Slowly, the fog in your mind lifted, and the room regained focus.
โEsposa?โ Miguel prompted, his voice low and steady as his thumb and forefinger tilted your chin, urging you to look at him.
โM-Miguel, Iโโ you faltered, your gaze darting toward the record player. Helen Fosterโs soothing voice now played once more, making you question if you were going crazy.ย
But the chantโits ominous messageโstill echoed in your mind.
Miguel frowned, his concern deepening. โMi amor, youโre shaking.โ Your husband said, grabbing your attention. โTake a seat.โ His tone left no room for argument, as he was already guiding you with a hand upon your lower back to one of the dining chairs.ย
You complied, feeling the soft cushion shift underneath you. Miguelโs large hand enveloped yours, his thumb brushing soothing circles across your knuckles.ย
For a moment, he studied you in silence, however, you hardly noticed as you could only focus on your lap, where your hands trembled slightly.
โWhat happened, miel?โ he asked, breaking the silence. His voice was steady but laced with unease.
You gulped, simply recollecting the moment, causing your head to ache painfully. Your mouth opened and closed, unable to find anything to explain. โI-I donโt know,โ you admitted, swallowing hard. โI... thought I heard something.โ
โHeard something?โ Miguel inquired, straightening to his full height. He began to pace the kitchen, his black slippers shuffling across the checkered tiles.ย
โIt may have been Gabi,โ he suggested, his attempt at humor evident despite the worry in his tone. โYou know how our princesa tends to get carried away with her dolls.โ He chuckled, knowing your daughter sometimes became noisy when she was excited during playtime. However, you could hear his nervousness.ย
Hastily, you shook your head, dismissing his assumption. โIt wasnโt Gabi!โ you exclaimed, louder than intended. Looking up to meet your spouseโs gaze, certain your fear was etched into every line of your face.
For the first time, you noticed Miguelโs attireโa burgundy robe that concealed his undershirt and casual trousers underneath. His outfit did little to conceal his musculature that pressed against the soft fabric of his sleepwear.ย
Miguel stopped pacing and crouched in front of you, his robe parting slightly to reveal his broad chest. โHey, hey, hey,โ he murmured, pulling you into his arms. โItโs okay. Youโre okay.โ He whispered soothingly, the timbre of his voice the only thing keeping you grounded.ย
You buried your face into his neck, letting his comforting words and the gentle strokes of his hand on your back to calm you.
โItโs just stress, sรญ?โ he murmured. โYou just needed a moment to rest.โ He pressed a kiss to your temple, his warmth grounding you.
And like always, you wanted to believe your husband with all your heartโto accept his reassurance. But the chant lingered, clawing at your thoughts like a dark shadow.
ย โNothing is as it seems...
Oh dear, nothing is as it seems...โ
You managed to push through the festivities, finishing the breakfast your husband scarfed down with a grin and playing family party games that ended with your little girl winning (with some assistance). Now, it was time for your husband to blow out his candles.
โHere it is!โ you shouted, bringing from the fridge the handmade cake that Gabriella and you had created the day before.
You set it on the pale yellow dining table: a vanilla cake adorned with white frosting, doused in sprinkles (Gabi's touch), and decorated with piped, wavy red and blue trimmings. A singular lit candle sat in the center of the cake, its flame flickering gently.
Gabi bounced up and down excitedly. Her orange blouse, knee-high skirt, and matching ribbon hair ties made her look even more adorable. โSee, Papรก?! I told you I helped!โ she exclaimed, bringing a smile to Miguel's lips.
โI see, princesa,โ he grinned. โNo one quite has your... expertise in sprinkle quantity,โ he chuckled, his chest rumbling at the sight of the overwhelming amount of colorful candies atop the white cake.
Your husband's previous sleepwear had been replaced with a simple white button-up, black slacks, and slippers. His dark brown hair was styled as usualโslicked back with precision, each strand flowing neatly to the back of his head.
When he settled his gaze on you, his eyes softened. โEsposa,โ he practically whispered your name longingly, holding out an arm to wrap around your waist. Pulling you to his side, he pressed a gentle kiss to your head. โYou did all of this for me?โ he asked, stroking a thumb along your cheek.
You nodded, cupping his face. โOf course, baby,โ you replied with a gentle smile. โYou always take such good care of Gabi and me, so I wanted to do this for youโno matter how many times you tell me not to.โ You giggled as your husband simply stared at you for a moment, his eyes glowing with adoration.
Leaning in close, he nuzzled your nose with his own, breathing you in. โCรณmo demonios tuve tanta suerte?โ he muttered, his lips seeking yours for a quick peckโonly to be interrupted by none other than your daughter.
โWhen are we going to cut the cake!?โ she cried out, her attention fixed on the sweet treat as she licked her lips eagerly.
Miguel snickered, giving your waist a squeeze. โLater. Much later,โ he said, the fire in his gaze promising you a much needed night in his arms. The sight made your cheeks flush and your heart to skip a beat.
โOkay, okay, go turn the lights out, Gabi,โ you instructed with a laugh, watching her hastily race off to flick the light switch, encasing the dining room in darkness except for the warm glow of the cake.
The three of you surrounded the tableโyou stood behind your daughter, your hands gently stroking her shoulders, while Miguel took his place in front of his birthday dessert, his eyes fixed on the glowing candle.
โI feel like I should make a grand speech,โ your husband joked, glancing up at the two of you before settling his gaze on Gabi.ย
โThank you, my sweet girl, for filling my days with your light and granting me the honor of being your father,โ he said, his deep voice full of love. โThere isnโt a day that you donโt amaze me with your intelligence, imagination, talent, and humor.โ He expressed. โYou make me proud to call you my daughter, my Gabriella.โ
Gabiโs eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and pride at her fatherโs words. She looked up at him, grinning widely, and then, in a small yet confident voice, she replied, โAnd Iโm proud to call you my Papรก. Youโre likeโฆ the best dad ever!โ
Miguel chuckled, his gaze tender as he looked at her. โOh? The best ever, huh?โ he teased gently, warmth lacing his tone.
โSรญ!โ she insisted, nodding eagerly. โYou work so hard, but you always make time for me. And you teach me so muchโlike how to stand up for myself, help others, and to not let my emotions control me.โ
Miguelโs expression softened as he reached out to gently ruffled her hair, his voice sweet. โYouโre going to do amazing things, Gabi. Iโm just lucky to be here to watch it all happen.โ
Her smile widened, and she beamed up at him, her eyes filled with admiration. โIโm the lucky one, Papรก. Youโre my hero.โ
Your husband, visibly touched by her words, shifted his gaze to you, his eyes brimming with the kind of love and gratitude that left you breathless.ย
In that moment, as if he were seeing into your very soul, you felt a surge of overwhelming adoration that no words could capture.
โY/N, my beloved,โ Miguel began, his voice trembling, almost on the verge of tears. โYouโve stood by me through my worst, mi amor. Youโve endured my workaholic ways, my stubborn temper, and all my flawsโฆ yet you stayed by my side.โ He snickered softly, the sound filled with both gratitude and disbelief. โBecause of you, Iโve become a better man.โ
He cleared his throat, placing his palms on the wooden table as if trying to ground himself. โThank you, mi amor, for your unwavering presence, for loving me unconditionally, and for bringing our little miracle into my life.โ He glanced lovingly at Gabi, a soft smile playing on his lips. โI truly donโt think I would be here today without you.โ
Your heart swelled as you listened, each word deepening the adoration you already held for him.ย
He took a shaky breath, his eyes glistening in the warm candlelight, vulnerability etched across his faceโa rare sight that made this moment feel even more precious.
โYouโve given me more than I ever thought I deserved,โ he continued, his voice soft and sincere. โAnd I am endlessly grateful for every day, every laugh, every memory weโve made together. You both are my everything.โ
Gabi leaned back against you, her small hand finding yours as she whispered, โTe amo, Papรก.โ The simple words broke the last of his composure, and a tear slipped down his cheek. "Te amo, mi princesa." He replied wholeheartedly, giving his daughter's cheek a loving pinch that made her giggle.
Miguel reached out, taking your hand in his, and gave it a gentle squeeze. โI promise to keep working, to keep growing, so I can be the husband and father you both deserve.โ He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a deep kiss to your knuckles, sealing his promise.
Your husband released you and closed his eyes, whispering his wish before blowing out the candle. Darkness momentarily engulfed the dining room before you applauded, your own emotions welling up as Gabi hurried to turn the lights back on.
The cake was forgotten as Miguel took two long strides toward you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you into a deep embraceโone he surely needed.ย
โTe amo, Y/N,โ he whispered, his voice full of emotion as he gave you a tender squeeze.
You melted into the hard planes of his chest, your arms encircling his neck. โI love you too, Miguel,โ you replied softly, feeling the warmth of his love radiating through the embrace.ย
A small hand pressed gently against your back, making you smile. Both of you glanced down to find Gabi standing between you, her little arms wrapped around you both. โI love you too, Mamรก and Papรก,โ Her laughter like a melody that filled the room with joy.
You welcomed her into the embrace, holding both of them tightly.ย
In that moment, as you stood together, you marveled at the depth of love you feltโa love you had never believed yourself capable of, let alone for two people who meant the world to you...
The three of you were now settled in the living room. The familiar scent of the cake still lingered in the air as you and Miguel sat together on the couch, the cushions soft beneath you, the fabric slightly worn from use.
The soft glow of the lamp next to the couch highlighted the pastel green walls. Evening light from the window casted dim shadows across the vintage floral wallpaper, while the small box TV that flickered white and black images rested on a shelf in front of you. The clock on the wall ticked quietly, its hands slowly marking the time.
Gabriella sat cross-legged on the floor; her plate of cake balanced on her lap as she eagerly dug in. You rested your head on Miguelโs shoulder, letting out a small sigh as he fed you a bite of his own cake. His eyes met yours with a grin, and you returned it, savoring the sweetness.
โMay I get another?โ Gabriellaโs voice interrupted your quiet moment, light and innocent as she looked up at the both of you, her lips already smeared with frosting. You blinked in surprise, your eyes flicking to her plate. It was already clean. Miguel nor you have even finished yours.
โGabriella!?โ you exclaimed, the shock clear in your voice.
Miguelโs laughter erupted beside you, warm and full of affection. โSorryโฆ it was really good,โ Gabriella said with a pout, her lips dusted with frosting like a mischievous little angel.
โItโs fine, bebรฉ,โ Miguel chuckled, his finger brushing one jumbo curl behind your ear in a way that always made your heart skip. He stood, towering over both you and Gabriella in an instant.
โThis will be her last slice,โ he promised, amusement in his voice. โCome on, you little cake monster. Letโs get you another slice,โ he teased, walking toward the kitchen, Gabriella rushing behind him, eager to get there first.
You watched them both, a smile tugging at your lips. The love between the three of you felt so natural, so full, like this moment could stretch on forever. It was simple, perfect even.
You leaned back into the couch, feeling the soft cushions beneath you, and took another bite of your cake. It was the perfect slice, just sweet enough, and the warmth from Miguelโs touch still lingered on your skin.
But then something shifted...
You couldnโt quite place it, but there was a slight prickle at the back of your neck, an unsettling feeling that crawled across your skin like a soft whisper you couldnโt hear.
You paused, feeling the hairs on your arms rise.
Somethingโฆ felt off.
The strange sensation was eerily similar to what had overcome you in the kitchen.ย
You were certain of it.
You couldnโt put it into words. It wasnโt a sound or a sightโjust a feeling.ย
A quiet shift in the air...
Instinctively, your hand reached up to the back of your neck, fingertips brushing over your nape in an attempt to shake off the unease. Thatโs when it happened.
Your fingers grazed a lump, one youโd never noticed before. At the contact, a sharp pain exploded in your head, and your eyes rolled back into your skull.
Images, voices, and a crushing wave of dread surged through your mind all at once.
โY/N, we have to be better for Gabi. You have to be better,โ Miguelโs voice rang out, sharp and filled with disappointment.
โI am trying, Miguel! I donโt know what you want from me!โ you shrieked.ย
The voiceโyour voiceโsounded deranged and very unfamiliar despite being your own.ย
โPublic breakdowns? Outbursts? I donโt believe thatโs you trying to be better!โ Miguelโs tone cut deep, piercing and accusatory.
โJust get out! Get out!โ you screamed, hurling a glass vase. It struck the wall and shattered into a cascade of glittering shards.
A sharp gasp tore from your lips as you snapped back to reality. Your chest heaved, each breath shaky as your trembling body fought to regain control.
โWhat was that?โ you thought, panic swirling in your mind. โWhat did I just see?โ
You clutched your plate of half-eaten cake, fingers trembling as the memory replayed in your mind.ย
โMiguel and I wereโฆarguing?โ The very thought made your chest tighten painfully.ย
But the details... The setting, the clothes you and Miguel woreโit didnโt match. It wasnโt here. Not in this perfect, gleaming life youโd built together.
No, this memory felt wrong.
Your throat tightened, and you forced out a quivering breath, trying to steady your trembling hand. โIโm just... tired,โ you muttered, your voice weak, as if saying it aloud would make it true.
โJust tired. Thatโs all it is,โ you told yourself.
You shut your eyes, hoping the storm raging inside you would settle, that when you opened them again, everything would be normal.
When you finally opened them, your gaze fell to the plate of cake in your hands, and your heart instantly froze.ย
In pure terror, you watched the once neat red and blue frosting of the cake start to become unevenโdistorted, as though someone was standing beside you, dragging their finger along it to write something in the icing.ย
You stared, petrified as the words formed one by one, the weight of dread building with every stroke until the final letter was etchedโฆย
OPEN YOUR EYES.
You froze, shaking, unable to tear your eyes away. No... this couldnโt be real. It had to be some trick of the light, a cruel fabrication of your mind.
But the message didnโt vanish.
And you couldnโt ignore how it had appearedโslowly, deliberatelyโas though someone had been watching you while they wrote it.
โM-Miguel!โ you screamed, panic rising in your throat, your voice sharp and pleading.
The room seemed to tilt. Your vision blurred, and everything shifted in an instant.
An overwhelming pressure built in your chest, as if the weight of the world had collapsed onto you. The last thing you saw before your eyes snapped shut was the half-eaten cake with the horrid messageโand then, darkness.
Suddenly, the sounds of the living room sharpened, each one more vivid than the last. The soft ticking of the clock on the wall. The faint rustling of fabric. And Miguelโs warm voice, gently calling your name.
โMi amor? Is something wrong?"
You blinked, disoriented, struggling to find your bearings. The living room was just as it had beenโthe soft, plush couch beneath you, the warm glow of the lamp, chatter from the television, familiar scent of cake lingering in the air and your family close by.
You blinked again, and realization struck.
Your breath hitched.
Miguel and Gabriella were still in their same positions. They hadnโt gone anywhere. You hadnโt seen them leave to get more cake.ย
Glancing over at your daughter, still seated on the floor cross-legged as before, you saw her happily eating her first slice of cakeโnot her second.
Your gaze darted to your own plate, the one you distinctly remembered nibbling on, the one that had held that ominous message. But instead of the eerie writing, the cake sat uneaten, perfectly pristine.
A cold chill ran down your spine, your breathing beginning to quicken.
Things werenโt making sense. And it was starting to scare you.
Miguelโs hand cupped your face, warm and grounding, his concerned eyes searching yours. โMi amor?โ His voice was softer now, tinged with tenderness. โYou dozed off. Are you okay?โ
You stared up at him, wide-eyed and breathless, your mind racing to make sense of what had just happened.
What had just happened?
To you, it felt like you've done more then simply 'dozed off.' You recalled your love ones going to the kitchen, the shift in the air, heated occurrence between Miguel and you and then the...horrid message upon the cake.
You could speak the memory out loud, explain each detail like it was happening once more. So, why did it seem like it didn't happened - that it couldn't have happened.
Gabriellaโs innocent gaze rested on you, her brows furrowed in worry. โAre you okay, mamรก?โ she asked, her small voice full of concern. The frosting smeared on her cheeks from her first slice of cake made her look even more endearing.
Her question snapped you out of your troubled thoughts, however, you couldnโt answer right away. Your throat felt dry, and your thoughts were swirling in a chaotic storm. The distorted memory that had overtaken you only moments ago lingered like a shadow, unshakable.
โI... I thought Gabriella asked for more cake,โ you stammered, your voice unsteady. It made no sense. You couldโve sworn youโd seen them leave, yet part of you was convinced they hadnโt.
Miguel raised an eyebrow, a mix of concern and confusion crossing his face. โAre you okay, bebรจ?โ he asked, chuckling nervously, as though trying to lighten the mood. โYou told Gabi she can only have one slice, and was quite adamant before you went to sleep." Your husband explained. "So no, neither Gabriella and I have gone anywhere. Weโve been right here with you the whole time.โ
He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied you more closely. "You were mumbling a lot as you slept, it made me worried. Did you have a bad dream?โ
You blinked again, willing yourself to calm down. The confusion still clung to you like a heavy fog, but Miguelโs steady voice and familiar presence helped ease the edges of your panic.
The room felt normal again.
Everything looked... normal.
But you werenโt so sure.
Forcing a smile that didnโt quite reach your eyes, you murmured, โPerhaps...โ
Your gaze dropped to the plate of cake in your hands. It was untouched, as if youโd never taken a bite.
Out of fear and a sudden loss of appetite, you hastily set the plate on the nearby pastel-green end table, wanting it out of your sight.
Like before, everything went back into motion. Your daughter seeking to savor every crumb and frosting of cake on her plate as Miguel returned to watching television, the words from the box of wires falling deaf to you.
Wrapping your arms around your husbandโs burly one, you rested your chin on his shoulder. Nuzzling his sleeve, you clung to him like a lifeline. Your heart was still hammering against your ribcage from the previous occurrence, still unable to decipher if what happened was true or not.ย
โWhat is happening? Am I going insane?โ You found yourself wondering, squeezing Miguelโs bicep tighter. Your perfectly sprayed jumbo curls brushed against your cheeks but you could hardly feel it, still completely rattled. The only solution that came to calming you was to confide in your husband, like you always did.ย
Glancing up at your spouse from where you rested on his arm, he gazed ahead of him at the black and white images that were flashing across the miniature television. You hesitated before leaning in, your rosy lips brushing his ear. โIโI have to talk to you,โ you whispered, your eyes silently begging for his undivided attention.
You needed to tell him what was happeningโhow you felt like you were losing your mind.
But then it hit youโฆ
It was your sweet husbandโs birthday.
You didnโt want to alarm him with thisโnot today, the only day he was able to get a break from his demanding job and be free of the workload.
You can waitโฆ
An worried expression appeared upon his face as he sipped from his glass of water. โWhatโs wrong, esposa?โ he asked, his smiling features shifting into intense concern. The sight pierced your heart.
Laughing nervously, you shook your head and pulled away, hiding the trembling of your manicured hands in your lap. You tried to ignore how desperately you wanted him to comfort you. โActuallyโฆi-itโs not that important,โ you said, though the quiver in your voice betrayed you. The more you tried to dismiss his worry, the more troubled he seemed.
Luckily, Gabriella came to your rescue.
Having finished her slice of cake (and every crumb) she jumped up, her mouth still smeared with frosting. โCan I show Papรก my gift now?!โ she exclaimed, the sugar clearly taking effect. Her orange ribbons bounced in her hair with her excitement.
Miguel glanced briefly at Gabriella but remained unsettled by your earlier unease. You leaned into him, masking your distress with a playful smile. "How about it, my love? Ready to see our gifts to you?" you asked, your heart clenching at the way his eyes softened, adoring your words yet oblivious to the truth they were meant to conceal.
โSรญ, princesa. Iโd be delighted to see your present,โ Miguel replied with a grin, flicking off the television with the remote. The two of you watched Gabriella race upstairs, her footsteps echoing and fading, leaving you alone with your husband in the living room.
A moment of silence passed, the air thick with the lingering excitement of your daughterโs energy, before Miguel smirked at you. โNow, what was it you wanted to tell me alone, hmm?โ he teased, giving your cheek an affectionate pinch. โI know you only ask for me like that when you want somethingโฆโ His eyes glinted with desire, unaware to the turmoil swirling within you.
You forced a soft laugh, schooling your features. โAndโฆ w-what if I did?โ you replied, your voice faltering just slightly, your breath hitching when he leaned in closer.
Without warning, he pulled you into a kiss. The world around you seemed to melt away as his arms wrapped around you, his lips warm and urgent. Each kiss chipped away at your worries, his touch both soothing and electric. You pressed into him, feeling his heartbeat sync with yours.
He chuckled against your lips, each kiss leaving you hungrier for more. โSo that was your plan? Hmmโฆ Mi chica traviesa, traviesa.โ
You gasped as his fingers brushed the nape of your neck, holding you steady. His touch was both tender and possessive, and the taste of himโsweeter than the cake youโd abandonedโflooded your senses, leaving your body humming with need.
Before you could process it, he gently pushed you back onto the couch, his lips never straying far from yours. A breathless laugh escaped you. โMiguelโโ
Your halfhearted scolding was silenced by another kiss, and then another, each one more urgent than the last, until your bodies seemed to fit together seamlessly.
Your fingers combed through his dark curls, undoing the careful styling heโd done that morning. You tugged him impossibly closer, each kiss a promiseโa vow that felt as eternal as the one heโd made to you on your wedding day.
And then, the spell shattered.
The sound of Gabriellaโs blood-curdling scream pierced the air, cutting through the tranquility of the room like a knife.
Your heart dropped in an instant.
โMAMA!!โ
You froze, eyes wide, breath catching in your throat. Hastily, you pushed Miguel away, panic rising in your chest. โDid you hear that?!โ you asked, your voice tight with alarm.
For once, Miguelโs expression mirrored the terror that gripped you. Rising from the couch, he reached out to steady you as both of you looked toward the stairs, your pulse pounding in your ears.
The air between you was heavy nowโthis wasnโt just the innocent sound of a childโs call.
Something was wrong...
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the first part of Dear, My Beloved! What exactly is happening in the O'Hara house? Is the life inside those perfect green vintage walls as idyllic as it seems, or is there something far more sinister at play? ๐ค
Also, I know I've mentioned this before, but once again, my apologies for the late posting of Despair and Greed for this event. Life became unexpectedly overwhelming toward the end of 2024 for my sister and I, and during my break, I found myself needing to take some time to recharge. The last thing I want is for writing to shift from a hobby to a chore, so I hope you all can understand! โค๏ธโค๏ธ
This one-shot was also in dedication to Miggy's B-day, so happy belated birthday to the handsome Spider-man himself. ๐โค๏ธ
Lastly, Part 2 of Dear, My Beloved comes with a LOT of trigger warningsโseriously, a lot. I'll include them in the warnings list when itโs posted but consider this an extra heads-up! โ ๏ธโ ๏ธ
If youโre excited for the next part of Dear, My Beloved, and to see what else my older sister, @powerful-niya and I have in store for Vicetober (I know, I know ๐คง), be sure to like, comment, reblog, and follow! Wishing you all a wonderful dayโstay safe! ๐๐พ๐๐ค๐
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