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geryone · 1 year
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Chrome Valley, Mahogany L. Browne
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apoemaday · 8 months
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litany
by Mahogany L. Browne
I wish I knew how It would feel to be free I wish I could break All the chains holding me                —Nina Simone
today i am a black woman in america & i am singing a melody ridden lullaby it sounds like:               the gentrification of a brooklyn stoop               the rent raised three times my wages               the bodega and laundromat burned down on the corner               the people on the corner                           each lock & key their chromosomes                           a note of ash & inquiry on their tongues   today i am a black woman in a hopeless state i will apply for financial aid and food stamps           with the same mouth i spit poems from i will ask the angels of a creative god to lessen           the blows & i will beg for forgiveness when i curse           the rising sun today, i am a black woman in a body of coal i am always burning and no one knows my name i am a nameless fury, i am a blues scratched from the throat of ms. nina—i am always angry i am always a bumble hive of hello i love like this too loudly, my neighbors think i am an unforgiving bitter             sometimes, i think my neighbors are right             most times i think my neighbors are nosey today, i am a cold country, a storm brewing, a heat wave of a woman wearing red pumps to the funeral of my ex-lover’s today, i am a woman, a brown and black & brew woman dreaming of freedom today, i am a mother, & my country is burning            and i forget how to flee from such a flamboyant backdraft                        —i’m too in awe of how beautiful i look             on fire
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the-final-sentence · 9 months
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And like a good West Coast tradition, I learned to be fearful enough to swing on anything that dared to darken my own ideas of myself.
Mahogany L. Browne, from "Complex Citizen"
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dk-thrive · 7 months
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Because tomorrow ain't here yet, so slow down, slow down. Breathe .
I'm going to ask you all to participate with me in this piece. This is going to be a communal meditation.
The poem ritual is about meditation. It's about breathing. And it's about seizing the day rather than worrying about tomorrow.
Today, you will. Today you choose. Today is yours. Today is only today, tomorrow ain't here yet, so slow down.
I was interested in creating ritual because I live in Brooklyn, New York. And I rarely found a space quiet enough to meditate. And so this poem became a part of my meditation practice. And now it's something that I do every day.
Breathe, for the homies that ain't you, breathe, for the kin, that is. Breathe, for your own good skin, your skin, your smile, your you, you, you.
As someone who's aware of her anxiety, the ritual became very crucial for me to just find a place to have deep breaths. And I think that it will offer that to the listeners as well.
Now come back. Come back. Come back to yourself.
I do say poetry is a transformative tool because I believe it allows us to use poetry as a mirror. And we can look very deeply and intently. We can study it without judgment and we can allow ourselves to grow from the things that we see versus the things that we thought we were seeing. Poetry allows us a step back, some distancing, and a lot of compassion.
Miraculous dark days, most fortunate sky be, beyond brilliant and be your resilience. But you do that already. Who told you any different, you tell them today you live and today you choose. Because tomorrow ain't here yet, so slow down, slow down. Breathe .
— Mahogany L. Browne, "A Brief But Spectacular take on poetry as ritual" (PBS · Moe Sattar · September 30, 2023) Mahogany Browne is a poet, writer, organizer and educator. Recently, she became the first-ever poet-in-residence at the Lincoln Center in New York City. She shares her Brief But Spectacular take on poetry as ritual.
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manwalksintobar · 2 years
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litany // Mahogany L. Browne
I wish I knew how It would feel to be free I wish I could break All the chains holding me               —Nina Simone
today i am a black woman in america & i am singing a melody ridden lullaby it sounds like:              the gentrification of a brooklyn stoop              the rent raised three times my wages              the bodega and laundromat burned down on the corner              the people on the corner                          each lock & key their chromosomes                          a note of ash & inquiry on their tongues today i am a black woman in a hopeless state i will apply for financial aid and food stamps          with the same mouth i spit poems from i will ask the angels of a creative god to lessen          the blows & i will beg for forgiveness when i curse          the rising sun today, i am a black woman in a body of coal i am always burning and no one knows my name i am a nameless fury, i am a blues scratched from the throat of ms. nina—i am always angry i am always a bumble hive of hello i love like this too loudly, my neighbors think i am an unforgiving bitter            sometimes, i think my neighbors are right            most times i think my neighbors are nosey today, i am a cold country, a storm brewing, a heat wave of a woman wearing red pumps to the funeral of my ex-lover's today, i am a woman, a brown and black & brew woman dreaming of freedom today, i am a mother, & my country is burning           and i forget how to flee from such a flamboyant backdraft                       —i’m too in awe of how beautiful i look            on fire
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thenaniasnani · 4 months
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noleavestoblow · 10 months
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Soil creates things Art births change This is the honey & doesn’t it taste like a promise? Where your heart is an accordion & our laughter is a soundtrack Friend, dance to this good song— look how it holds our names! Each bone of our flesh-homes sings welcome
-Mahogany L. Browne
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kickmag · 1 year
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Nona Hendryx & Mahogany L. Browne Added To AFROPUNK's Black HERSTORY Live
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Nona Hendryx and poet/educator Mahogany L. Browne have been added to AFROPUNK's Black HERSTORY Live. The celebration lauds  Black women in the arts with a multi-disciplinary show.  India.Arie, artist Mereba, actress and playwright Sarah Jones, choreographer Ebony Williams, and singer-songwriters Celisse, UMI and Danielle Ponder will perform at the event. Black HERSTORY Live will happen at Lincoln Center February 24-25. Tickets are available now. 
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youngbloodoldsoul · 1 year
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If the high schools in my favorite books existed I'd be a professional student.
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poemsforthesehours · 1 year
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From Mahogany L. Browne's book, Chrome Valley. (Liveright, 2023)
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litbowl · 1 year
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Great day for new poetry books! "Muddy Waters", from Mahogany L. Browne's book Chrome Valley, out today with Liveright.
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geryone · 1 year
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Chrome Valley, Mahogany L. Browne
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bookwyrmmm · 2 years
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For so long, I was looking for the truth from people that I let their words speak when their actions were louder. Now I believe people for who they show me they are. Until they prove they are someone else. Words are easy to fake. But actions tell you everything you need to know about a person.
~ Vinyl Moon by Mahogany L. Browne
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gejo333 · 10 months
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A Misunderstanding ll
Father Miguel O’Hara x Mother Spider-Woman
Part l Part III
Summary: Your relationship with Miguel was doing amazing. But when you find out your pregnant Miguel begins to close himself off . You decide it’s best not to tell him and end things. But what happens when you see him again after five years and learns that he is a father?
The wait is finally over!!! Here is part 2!!!
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The orange and white monitors flickered between worlds as red irises scanned the various universes. His eyes calm down to his normal mahogany brown as he gazes at the various photos and videos of you and him.
Almost six years since he last held you in his arms. Last time he heard your sweet voice. How your laughter filled a room. When he pleasured you, your moaning was music to his ears.
His tired gaze stared at a video of you and him when the both of you went to the beach. You held the phone as it faced the two of you, sitting between his legs, resting against his chest. His lips twitched upwards into a small smile as he watched you change the filters from bunny ears to kitty ears on both of you. He rolled his eyes in the video at your cute antics as he held you in his arms, giving you a loving kiss on the cheek before the video ended.
Every moment he thinks of you reminds him of how much he messed up. Why did he distance himself from you? If he only opened up to you like you tried to do multiple times. He pushed you further away until he couldn’t shatter your heart into smaller pieces.
He wished he had run after you. He wished he had gone to your earth and pleaded for you to stay with him. But after you ended things, he broke down and drowned himself in work.
“Miguel?” Jess walked in.
“What?” He lightly snapped, not wanting to be disturbed.
“I’m taking Gwen on her first mission. I was just checking in to see if her watch is ready.” Jess swung up to his platform to grab the watch.
“Make sure she doesn’t break it again.” Miguel tossed it to her, which she caught with ease. Jess glanced at the monitor of you and him. A sigh escaped her lips.
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t. How about you come on this mission with us? Show Gwen some of your skills.”
“I’m busy monitoring the multiverse. I can’t be bothered with menial missions just to teach a rookie a few tricks.” He rolled his eyes.
“I thought you would be interested in going on this specific mission because we’ll be going to y/n’s Earth.” Jess jumped down as she began to walk out.
“What did you say?” Miguel snapped as he turned around and jumped down, walking right up to her.
“I just thought you could use this excuse to finally see her.” Miguel glared down at her before finally giving in as he sighed.
“It’s been almost six years Jess. She probably has moved on by now. Why would she want to see me after all these years?”
“It wouldn’t hurt to try. Just come on the mission and make up your mind there.” Miguel pondered what Jess said. His heart yearned to see you again. But his mind was making him panic. What if she doesn’t want to see me?
“I’ll go.”
The mission was very simple as only a random person appeared and needed to be sent back. He would have stayed back at HQ if this wasn’t your world.
“I’ll see you back at HQ. Go get her back.” Jess said as she looked over at Miguel, who huffed as he swung away from her and Gwen.
“What’s he doing?” Asked Gwen.
“He’s going to see an old friend.” Jess looked at the direction Miguel went off to before heading back to HQ.
It only took minutes to get to for him to get to your apartment. However, time felt like it was moving in slow motion as he walked into your apartment complex and up the elevator to your floor.
33B, your apartment number. He dissolved his suit to appear in his casual clothing. His chest hurt as he felt his heart pound against it. Taking a second to calm his breathing, he knocked on your door.
In seconds the door opened wide as he was met with your surprised gaze. Even after almost six years, you still looked the same. The same gorgeous woman he fell for when he first laid his eyes on you. He wished he could wrap you in his arms and hold you. Capture your sweet soft lips with his.
“Miguel?” Hearing your soft voice again melted his cold heart.
“What are you doing here?” You ask as you stare up at him. Butterflies came to life in your stomach by seeing him again in person. He looked the same, except for his frame. He was a lot bigger the last time you saw him. After the breakup, he must have begun working out even more. Your heart dropped when you thought that he might be seeing someone new. Cheeks dusted pink as you move your gaze briefly away before looking back at those brown eyes you fell in love with years ago.
“There was an anomaly reported on your earth.” His response made you frown as you hoped he would come here to see you.
“Oh, do you need help with it? I’ve been pretty busy lately, so I haven’t been Spiderwoman in a bit.”
“Jess and I have already finished the mission. It wasn’t that bad.”
“Oh, I see. Then why are you here?” You ask again for his reason. Miguel’s gaze darted to different parts of your living room, having difficulty gazing at you without kissing you. You can see he was nervous as you could see his chest rise and fall faster than normal.
Suddenly, his gaze moved to you as he took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. A shiver went up your spine as his hand swallowed yours. You felt like a schoolgirl again by him only holding your hand.
“I want to talk. I missed you, Y/n.” You felt the butterflies in your stomach become wild. He missed you like you missed him. But why did it take him so long to come see you? Why did he wait so long? You were suddenly reminded why you were heading out. You remove your hand from him as you pick up the things you dropped.
“I-I have to go.” You move out into the hallway with him as you close and lock the door. Moving past him, Miguel gently grabbed your arm.
“Y/n, please don’t ignore me. I really want to talk.” His voice was stern, yet his gaze looked desperate.
“I-I do want to talk, but I have to go.” You sigh as you remove your arm from his grasp. Pressing the elevator button, you walk in as it opens. Before it closed, Miguel pushed it back, walking in.
“Can’t we talk on your way?” He stood in front of you as you backed yourself against the wall. He walked closer, inches apart from each other. His gaze moved from your eyes to your lips, then back. Before, you would have a quick make-out session if no one walked in. He would have pinned you against the wall, arms wrapped around each other and tongues down each other’s throats.
“Fine.” You sighed as you turned your gaze from him. You could see in his eyes how he recalled your heated sessions in this same elevator years back. Walking out of the elevator with Miguel by your side, your nerves began to skyrocket.
You were on your way to pick up Mateo. Miguel’s son, that he didn’t know about. Checking the time on your phone you had 10 minutes to get there. Luckily, Mateo’s school was only a 5-minute walk away from your apartment.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry for distancing myself from you back then. For becoming cold towards you when you only tried to help me.” His words brought you out of your thoughts as you looked at him.
“I know that time of the year is really hard on you. But you didn’t have to shut me out. I was your girlfriend.” He looks back at you before looking ahead.
“I know. I wish I could take it back.”
“I’m sorry too. You were going through a dark time. I should have stayed by your side. But I didn’t have that much time to wait for you back then.” You stopped now in front of Mateo’s school.
“What do you mean by that?” Miguel’s brows furrowed, followed by a frown, confused by your last words. You take a deep breath as you look up at him.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Please wait here.” You say as you turn from him and walk into the school doors. You walk down the hall and see other parents picking up their kids. You see Mateo blabbering to another kid as you get to the room before he notices you.
“Mommy!” Mateo runs up to you as you lift him up into your arms.
“Hi baby, how was your first day?” You wave to his teacher before walking back down the hall.
“It was amazing! We drew our favorite animals, and we got to play games all day!” You smiled as he told you about his day.
“I can’t wait to hear more about it. Someone is waiting for us outside.” You tell him. Your last words perked his interest as he gave you a surprised look.
“Who is it?!”
“You’ll see in a second.” You set him on the ground and hold his hand as you walk out the front doors. You sigh in relief as Miguel is still waiting, but it is soon replaced with worry as you see Miguel’s eyes widen as he doesn’t move his gaze from Mateo.
You walk up to Miguel, and his gaze finally meets you again before returning to Mateo, who hides behind your leg. You knew it would only take him seconds to figure it out by how much he looks like him.
“How old is he?” Miguel breaks the silence.
“5 years and 6 months.” You answer him. Your gaze looks at your surroundings as other parents obviously glance over. “Is it possible if we can continue this back at the apartment? People are sort of staring.” Miguel nods his head before you walk back to the apartment.
Unlocking the door, Mateo runs in, throwing his bag in the living room. You turn to face Miguel, who is still standing at the entrance.
“You can come in. I won’t bite.” You smile at him. He chuckles at your response as he walks fully into the living room.
“He’s mine?” He asked as a question even though he knew the answer. You bite your lip as you nod your head. Your affirmation made his heart race again. He had a son. The same boy walked back into the living room, hiding his face in your leg.
“Can I?” Miguel looked at Mateo.
“Hey, Mateo. This is Miguel. Your father.” You tell your son as you comb your fingers through his hair to make him feel more comfortable. Mateo looks up at you before looking at Miguel.
Miguel kneels to the ground as Mateo slowly moves from your leg. You gently guide him to Miguel.
“Hi.” Mateo shyly speaks.
“Hi, Mateo.”
“Can I call you Dad?” Your eyes widened slightly at Mateo’s sudden question. A large smile appears on Miguel’s face.
“Of course, you can.” Air comes back to your lungs as if you were holding your breath. You can see Mateo’s face beam as he hugs Miguel. At first, surprised, Miguel hugs him back as he stands back up, holding him in his arms. Tears brim the corner of your eyes. You never thought this day would happen.
“Wow! You’re so big! You’re way taller than Mommy.”
“That is true, Papi.” Miguel chuckled as he looked over to you. You walk over to Mateo and lightly pinch his cheek before kissing him on the same spot, which makes him giggle.
Miguel looked at you and his son with so much love. He had a family again. He was going to do everything he could to win you back.
“Are you married to Mommy?” Mateo’s sudden question surprised both of you. Your cheeks redden as you look away from Miguel, who turns his head to hide his small blush.
“How about you go and play with your toys in your room? Hmm?” You tell Mateo.
“Aww, but I want to stay here.” Mateo pouts as he crosses his arms.
“You should listen to your mama, Mateo.” Miguel set him to the ground. You had yo admit, having another person back you up when your son was acting stubborn was nice.
“Can I show him my room first?” He pleads with you.
“Alright. But as soon as you do, you’ll let us talk?”
“Yay!” Mateo grabs Miguel’s hand and pulls him to his room. His hands felt so small and delicate in his large hands.
You lean on the doorframe as you smile at the sight before you. Mateo showed Miguel his favorite stuffed animals and toys as the two conversed about race cars and other things that came from your five-year-old’s mind. After a few minutes, you gently brush your hand against Miguel’s shoulder. Turning to you, he stood back to his full height.
“Ok Mateo. Your papa and I have to go talk now.”
“Aw, ok.” Mateo pouts as he sits on his race track carpet with a few of his stuffed animals in hand.
“If you’re good and don’t bother us. I’ll let us get pizza for dinner tonight.” At the mention of pizza Mateo jumps up and down in joy before going back to play with his toys.
Both you and Miguel leave his room. You walk to your bedroom, letting him in before closing the door.
“I didn’t think I could get you to the bedroom this quick, cariño.” Miguel chuckled.
“I did it so we can talk in private. But still, be close to him just in case.” You roll your eyes playfully, trying to hide your smile from his comment.
The silence grew in the room before Miguel had enough and broke it.
“Did you end things because you were pregnant?”
“Yes.” You looked away from his gaze as you felt guilty.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice lowered barely above a whisper. You still heard as you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before exhaling. You had some speculation that if Miguel ever came to find you, you would have this conversation.
“I tried telling you. But you were so distant from me. I couldn’t find the right time to tell you. I stopped trying after you said you didn’t want to have any more kids anymore after…after Gabriella. I was afraid that you wouldn’t want to be a father again if I told you.” Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you tried so hard to hold them in. You look back at Miguel as he tries to remember what he said back then. His eyes suddenly widen slightly before he looks back at you with regret. He walks slowly over to you.
“Did that happen on Gabi’s birthday?” Miguel forced the question out. Even as years go by, his heart still aches at the reminder of his daughter.
“Yes. You said, ‘The thought of having another child is unbearable. I couldn’t handle the pain again if something happened.’” You remembered his words exactly, as they stayed engraved into your mind all these years. You couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks.
“I-I didn’t mean to say I never wanted children again. I was so grief-stricken back then. I wasn’t thinking about what I was saying. If only I didn’t say those words. I would have been there with you. Seeing Mateo grow up.” Miguel sat on your bed, hands covering his face as he drowned in regret. You sit next to him as you move his hands from his face and guided his chin to look at you.
The tears continued to come out as you saw his eyes become glossy. “I’m so sorry you weren’t there for Mateo’s first five years. If you want, you can still see him grow up.”
“Of course I want to watch him grow up. I want to be in his life. But I want to be in your life too.” His last words caught you off guard. Miguel leaned in to kiss you, but you covered his lips with your hand. He pulled back, a frown evident on his face.
“Do you not want me back, amor?
“I do, Miguel. But I can’t rush right back into it. It’s been almost six years. And we only were together for six months before. Plus, let’s have Mateo get used to you being around first before putting our relationship on him too.”
“Alright. I’ll be patient but not that patient.”
“Let’s just see how the first week goes.” You put your hand out for him to shake in agreement. He gave you a deadpan look before taking your hand. However, instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips and gently kissed the bottom of your wrist.
“Miguel…” You playfully roll your eyes. He kisses your wrist one more time before smirking.
“Alright, alright. I’ll play nice. For now.” You playfully hit his chest, which makes him chuckle as you both leave your bedroom and walk into the living room. Since Mateo didn’t disrupt your conversation, you decided to order a pizza.
“Do you still like pepperoni?” You ask Miguel as you sit next to him on the couch.
“Sí.” He replied as he scooched closer to you on the couch. You noticed but ignored it as you continued ordering the pizza online.
“Momma!” Mateo said as he ran to the living room.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Can I watch my cartoons?”
“Of course.” Mateo sits on the floor in front of the tv as you grab the remote to turn it to the right channel.
As the cartoons played, Mateo would explain the characters to Miguel whenever a new one appeared on the screen. You didn’t realize how close on the couch Miguel had gotten, arm resting behind you on the sofa, until you heard your phone buzz.
Picking it up, your eyes widen when you see a text from a certain person.
“Whose that?” Asked Miguel.
“Just someone.” Miguel frowned at your vague answer, understanding why.
“Who is he?”
“Just a guy from when I was at a mommy and me group.”
“Are you seeing him?” You can hear the jealousy come out in his voice.
“Well, no. There were only two dates.”
“What does the text say?”
“He was just asking how Mateo’s first day was.” You said, “and asking for a third date.” You quickly added, which widened Miguel’s eyes as he turned to look at you, slightly upset.
“Well, you should tell him you’re not single anymore.”
“Miguel…” your tone turns serious with his response.
“It’s eventually going to happen, amor. So why string this man along when he can’t have you?” You roll your eyes at him. You decide to ignore the texts until you know what to say.
Thankfully the doorbell rang, indicating the pizza was here. Miguel got up from the sofa and opened the door. Grabbing the pizza and thanking the delivery man before closing the door.
Miguel brings it to the kitchen as you follow, grabbing two plates and then a plastic one for Mateo. After getting slices onto the plates, you go back to the living room. You hand Mateo his plate, which he cheers and says thank you in excitement before chomping down.
“I forgot your earth has the best pizza,” Miguel said as he took a bite.
“It really does. You remember that mission we went on that had that awful pizza with lobster and strawberries as toppings?” You cringe at the memory of you and Miguel stopping to grab food after fighting an anomaly and being horrified by what the locals called a delicacy.
“I do remember that. I’ve never tasted more disgusting food in my life.” He cringes at the memory alongside you. “Do you ever think about HQ?” He glanced over at you.
“Yeah, I do. I miss it a lot, actually. Seeing everyone and going on missions. Everyone came to me begging me to report their mission to you if it went bad.” You laugh at the last part.
“Everyone still misses you. A lot has changed since you were last there. There are more spider recruits, so the halls are always busy. Peter B remarried MJ, and they have a baby now. Jess and her husband are expecting one too. Some new teenage spiders annoy the hell out of me daily. Specifically, a guy named Hobie. He never listens and loves to get on my nerves.” Miguel’s fangs come out, annoyed by the thought of the rebellious spiders. Thankfully Mateo was facing away from him to not see the fangs.
“It would be nice to see everyone again. And to meet new faces.” You smile at Miguel’s reaction.
“Come with me tomorrow. After dropping Mateo off at school.” He looks at you, waiting for a response.
“I would love that, actually.” You say, which brings a huge smile to Miguel’s face.
“Sounds like a date.”
“It’s not.”
“I’m only kidding.” He holds his hands up in defense.
After finishing the pizza and watching more cartoons, you realize it’s way past Mateo’s bedtime. Looking over at your son, you see him dozed off on the floor. You go to pick him up, but Miguel places his hand on your arm as he picks up Mateo easily.
You both walk to his room as Miguel tucks him into bed as Mateo already is wearing his PJs.
“Buenas noches mi hijo.” Miguel whispered to Mateo before placing a kiss on his head. After he stands up, you brush some of Mateo’s hair out of his face as you kiss his forehead.
“Sweet dreams.” You say before getting up and turning off the light before closing his door.
After Miguel finishes cleaning the dishes, he walks into your bedroom, where he is handed a pillow and blanket.
“What is this for?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked back at you.
“For you.” You say.
“Y/n, don’t make me sleep on the couch. I would be much more comfortable sleeping in here with you.” Miguel pouts as he sets it on your desk.
“Miguel. We are not together.” You remind him.
“But we will be. So why not start slowly by letting me sleep with you. Plus, I’ll hurt my neck by sleeping on the sofa.” You pondered his words. He was right. He was too big to sleep comfortably on the couch. A sigh escaped your lips.
“Ok, fine. You can sleep with me. But only sleeping! Any funny business, and you’re heading straight to the living room.”
After getting ready for bed, you slip underneath the covers. You watch as Miguel takes off his shirt showing his chiseled body. You hide your face in your pillow so he wouldn’t see your red face.
You feel the bed dip as Miguel gets under the covers lying beside you. The lights were off, only the moonlight lighting up the room. Your gaze meets his. You start to fall into a trance as the moonlight reflects perfectly off of him, staring straight into his mix of brown and red eyes.
You didn’t realize he had wrapped his arm around your waist, bringing you closer. Your bodies now only centimeters apart. He cupped your cheek with his other hand as he leaned down before capturing your lips with his.
You missed feeling his lips on yours. The kiss lasts a few more seconds before your lips sadly part. Moving your gaze from his lips to his eyes, you see them cloud into a lustful gaze.
You are suddenly brought back to reality as you lightly glare at him.
“Go to the couch. Now.”
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100% there will be a part 3! I love this storyline too much.
Hope you enjoyed part two💕
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Li-Young Lee, "A Hymn to Childhood//#6—AroarA//@/heavensghost //Sonia Sanchez, from Shake Loose My Skin//Fiona Apple (Spin Magazine 1997)//Sean O’Casey, Red Roses for Me//mahogany l. browne on meditation
Ok so felt the need to add a bit of a disclaimer that I’m a singlet. I did a bit of digging into DID/OSDD systems and specifically their different opinions on the Fukawas and it was a bit…divisive. Some were strictly against the idea of a host/body, others had different ideas about who the host/body was, etc etc in short: I worry that I maybe portrayed them in a harmful manner and if I did, please let me know so I can either fix it, or delete the post entirely. Mb for the rant but yk
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yawnderu · 7 months
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I’m sorry for sending another request AKDHSJSHSJ u don’t have write this if u don’t want to
ok so it’s kinda similar to my last request but reader is the evil queen. Like the one from snow white. They ask their mirror who the fairest one of all is and instead of it being her, it’s Miguel. So she decides to journey to him and try to kill him but instead ends up fucking him
Snow White!Miguel O'Hara x Evil Queen!Reader
''Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?''
''Famed is thy beauty, Majesty. But hold, a manservant I see. Rags cannot hide his gentle grace. Alas, he is more fair than thee.'' The mirror on the wall spoke, much to your horror. There had never been anyone who could compete with your beauty, yet you knew the magic mirror could not lie to you.
''Alas for him! Reveal his name.'' You demand, curious to know who exactly took your place. You'd have no issues paying them a visit.
''Eyes like darkened carmine resin, hair the brown of aged mahogany, skin like the mellow-brown light that bathed the forest.'' Was all the mirror replied, yet that was enough for you to know who exactly he was talking about.
''Miguel O'Hara.'' You spat out through clenched teeth, recognizing the features of the little rascal you haven't seen in over 20 years. His mother kept him hidden from the outside world, yet you'd never imagined that was to protect him from your wrath.
... Tough luck for the little bastard, as you now stand outside of a humble cottage disguised as a mere peasant, taking a deep breath before your knuckles make contact with the door. You hear a crash on the inside and a string of curses in Spanish before the door opens, a tall, tanned man opens the door with a small smile, sweat pooling on the middle of his thick eyebrows- it seemed he was in the middle of doing chores.
''Sí?'' He asked quietly, a small, nervous smile on his face as he looks down at you. He changed a lot ever since the last time you saw him- he's now much taller than you, dwarfing your frame with his behemoth 6'9 body, his features are way more defined and he carries himself with more confidence than when he was a scrawny kid.
''Oh, my. You've grown quite a lot, Miguel.'' You reply in your best fake tone, hiding the fact that you want to rip his heart out for having the audacity to take your place. He simply nods once, waiting for you to continue.
''I'm your mother's friend, she told me to wait for her inside.'' You don't even wait for him to reply before you walk past him, ignoring his confused stammering behind you. His mother never invites friends over, opting for completely alienating him from the outside world in fear he'd escape her controlling grasp. He was about to stop you, yet having company other than his family was nice enough for him to ignore all the red flags.
''Lo siento, I was cleaning before you-'' You dismiss him with a flick of the wrist, taking seat on a chair in the dining room before you motion for him to sit down next to you. As annoyed as you were, you were curious about him enough to ignore the urge to claw his heart out. For now. He nods his head, sitting down next to you, his red eyes looking curious as he waits for you to start the conversation.
''I've never seen you around, Miguel. Why is that?'' You ask curiously, tilting your head to the side as you wait for him to explain the lies his mother fed him for over 30 years.
''My mother says it's not safe outside, lots of hunters and wild animals.'' He replies politely, fully believing the lies carved into his brain from a young age, despite the small frown on his plump lips. ''Gabriel is allowed to go outside, though.'' His frown deepens as he thinks about how unfair the treatment is, yet his gaze focuses on you the moment your hand rests on his thigh. He raises an eyebrow, giving you a questioning look.
''Isn't that unfair?'' You ask with mock empathy, pretending to match his frown. ''You're so much bigger and braver than Gabriel is, yet Conchata doesn't let you go out... how odd and cruel.'' As if your plans for him aren't crueler. You resist the urge to smile as he nods his head in agreement, seemingly already used to your hand on his thigh. Hook, line, and fucking sinker.
''I could help you see the outside world, you know?'' You say gently, your hand starting to slowly run up and down his leg, yet he doesn't seem to protest yet.
''My mother wouldn't like that... I try my best to be respectful.'' He already spent his teenage years trying to escape and getting punished for it. He got it out of his system already.
''Ah, but you wouldn't like to see the huge castles? All the animals on the outside, tasting the best food the country has to offer...'' You trail off, your hand slowly cupping his groin. You hear him suck in a breath, his leg slowly starting to bounce, yet all he can do is nod his head in agreement with you. He'd love to see all those things, it's everything he ever wanted. Maybe he could even fall in love, like in those fairy tales he reads whenever he's not being burdened with chores.
''I'd love that.'' He said softly, his eyes closing when you started rubbing his groin softly, your fingers teasingly squeezing his hardening length as you continued to make conversation like nothing is happening. You just started touching him, yet his breathing was already growing heavier, his bulky chest rising up before falling as his head slightly tilted back.
''I could show you great pleasures, if you let me.'' This time, you're not talking about the outside world. Your hands fumble with the zipper of his pants once he nods his head, eyes still closed as he softly bites his plump lower lip.
There's no harm on playing with your prey, is what you tell yourself as you bring him in for a kiss, your hand gently rubbing up and down his thick shaft as he softly groans into your mouth, his inexperienced tongue wrapping around yours as you both battle for dominance. Of course, despite his best efforts, you win. He breaks away from the kiss, bending down until his forehead is leaning on your shoulder as you continue to jerk him off, fingers teasingly rubbing against the mushroom tip, pre-cum only serving as lube once you continue your movements.
''Good boy.'' You praise, and he can sense the arrogance in your tone, yet it feels too good for him to ask you to stop. He lets out deep moans and groans as you keep going, already feeling himself going to the edge before you suddenly stop. He looks up at you with an exasperated expression, though he doesn't protest once he sees you sit down on the table, gown folded on your stomach as you expose yourself to him. He doesn't need to think twice before getting on his knees, sloppily starting to lick your cunt with his inexperienced tongue. He's clumsy, yet his plump lips and big tongue feel too good for you to care.
''Keep going.'' You moan out and he obeys like a dog, eating your pussy out like a starved mad man who just found a home. His tongue seeks shelter inside your cunt, pushing itself in and out as he begins to rub his dick up and down, the same way he has been doing for so many years, thinking about this moment. He tries to go back to licking your cunt as you push him away, yet your glare is enough for him to stop, standing up when you instruct it.
''Put it in.'' You say bluntly, too impatient to wait for him to be inside you. It has been so long, and although you're still mad about him taking your place, you'll deal with him properly when the time comes. He nods his head, carefully lining up his dick to your hole, moaning when the sensitive skin makes contact with the mix of his saliva and your arousal. He starts to slowly go in, hissing as your tight cunt swallows him up, his forehead resting on your shoulder. You can feel the bared fangs against your neck, yet you know he's too good to do anything.
''Ay, Dios...'' He groaned once he bottomed out, his moaning mixing in with yours as he began to move, slowly building up a faster rhythm as his arms wrapped around your waist. He was now slamming into you, looking into your eyes a few times to bask in your expression, always making sure you're also feeling good. Your long nails scratched down his back, his low growls making you smirk.
''Just like that.'' You said between moans, already feeling yourself close to the edge as your hand came down to rub your hardened clit as Miguel went faster and deeper, fangs bared as he looked down at you. At this point, his behemoth frame was using your much smaller body as a fleshlight, too lost in experiencing pleasure for the first time to even bother being embarrassed.
''Voy a-'' He interrupted himself as he pulled out, jerking himself off while you were still too dazed from your orgasm, barely managing to feel the warm liquid landing on your wet, abused hole.
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