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They Accidentally Hurt You During Sex

JJK Men x reader

Where he gets a little too rough during sex and feels like absolute dog shit about it :(

Warnings: 18+, MINORS AND AGELESS DNI AND FUCK OFF (YOU WILL BE BLOCKED), ROUGH SMUT, slapping, degradation, cervix fucking, biting, stretching, emotional reader, "N/N” means nickname, afab! reader, no comfort in Toji’s :-(

Choso’s was so funny for me to write cuz it actually happened to me LOL

Requests are open!⭐️

Gojo Satoru: Hitting too deep

Okay this was inspired by all the "cervix fucking" kinks I see on here. In concept it sounds hot but I feel like it’s soooo overhyped irl cuz that shit HURTS

Gojo had been drilling into you for what felt like hours now, pulling multiple climaxes from you one after the other. Seeing you strut around the apartment in his oversize tees with nothing but skin and perfume underneath made him absolutely feral, especially after a long day of work. He wanted to bend you and fuck you in every position imaginable, and that he did

Gojo: "Uggh fuck, you're squeezing me so fucking tight. You gonna milk this cock for me baby, Huh? Want me to pump this pussy full of my seed?" He asked with sweat dripping down his white locks and onto your forehead

He had you in a new position that you'd never done before, the mating press. Gojo had your legs over his shoulders almost pushed back by your ears. You expected this position to be so easy for you, it was just missionary with extra steps right? But it was so hard to even focus on his words, his length kept hitting against your cervix and not in the good way.

Gojo slammed his hips back and gave a hard thrust into you and you yelped

Y/N: "Ow! Gojo, Gojo that hurts I don't wanna do this position anymore!"

Gojo: "Shit! Im so sorry ," he pulled out of you and panicked at the sight of bits of blood on his tip. He was speechless for the next few minutes as he got you up and turned on the shower for you. You washed your self while he sat on the bed with his head in his hands cursing himself

Gojo: "You're so fucking stupid oh my god." He muttered to himself and smacked his palm against the side of his head

Y/N: "Gojo?" you called out, "Can you get in with me?"

Gojo: "Y-Yeah!" He walked into the steam filled room and pulled back the curtain to join you, "Are you okay?"

You nodded and opened your arms to him allowing him to pull you into an embrace. He caressed your back and rested his lips on the top of your head, laying light kissing and whispering more apologies to you

Gojo: "Im sorry baby, you can punch me in the dick if you want. To even out the score."

You giggled

Y/N: "Im not gonna punch you Gojo, just...lets just not do that position anymore, its a little too much for me okay?"

Gojo: "Of course, never again."

Kento Nanami: Slapping you too hard

Getting rough wasn’t unfamiliar with you and Kento. Biting, choking, hair pulling, head locks while he ruts deep into from behind; all of them were as ritual as they were euphoric. But you stunned Kento when you asked him to slap you tonight. Did he think about it before? Yes. But the idea of even grazing your soft face in a somewhat violent way made him nervous. It was only when you finally brought it up tonight at dinner did he ever even considered it.

Y/N: “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!! Oh my god Ken!” you screamed as you dug your nails across his back while he fucked you

Kento: “Fuck, that’s it baby. Let the neighbors hear who’s making you feel this good.” His thick fingers wrapped around your neck and brought you into a deep, messy kiss

Y/N: “Slap me.” You whispered barely above a breath. Your eyes filled with lust and hunger when Kento pushed you back down onto the pillow. He thrusted into you a few more times before he wound up his hand and swiped it across your cheek, with more force than he should have.

The impact made you let out a small scream, you covered your face with your hand and when you let out a little sniffle Kento knew he fucked up

Kento: “Oh my god, was that too hard?”

Y/N: “Uh…a little bit, can we stop for a second?” You turned to him with glossy eyes and a beet red left cheek.

Kento was quick to comfort you, grabbing the ice cold water bottle from the nightstand and putting it against your face to soothe you. He was hesitant to touch you again, feeling like that’s probably the last thing you wanted right now but you still crawled into his arms to curl up next to him

Kento: “I won’t do that anymore, I’m sorry N/N.”

Y/N: “No Ken you don’t have stop, I like it. I just need you to be more careful next time.”

Kento: “I will, I promise.”

He kissed your forehead and caressed your cheek

Y/N: “Okay I feel better now, whip it out.” You smiled and Kento chuckled

Toji Fushiguro: Taking degradation too far

Toji is mean, but that wasn't anything you weren't used to. He's mean in all the right ways. He never meant anything he said, that was the understanding between you two. You both loved incorporating a heavy and balanced mix of praise and degradation into your sex life, but tonight it just went a little to far, even for you.

Toji held a fistful of hair, pushing your face into the mattress with one hand and gripping the meat of your ass in the other.

Toji: "C’mon princess, tell the neighbors who’s making you feel this good. Tell me who owns this pussy?” He growled has he thrusted into you like he hated you. You followed with nothing but squeals and whimpers, unable to form a coherent sentence while every nerve in your core was being lit on fire.

Y/N: “I-I…OH FUCK! To…Ji!!! NGHH!”

Toji: “Have I fucked you stupid baby? Ugh fuck look at you, babbling like a fucking idiot, can’t take it baby?”

‘Ouch okay, that was a little harsh’ you thought to yourself but pushed that away and tried to focus on the task at hand. You gathered up the strength to move your ass back and fuck yourself against Tojis shaft, giving him a break as he watching you bounce back and forth on him.

Toji: “I know you can do better than that princess, what you don’t want my cum or something?” He taunted, it was starting to get on your nerves, he had never been this snarky with you before during sex. Yes of course degradation was you and Tojis thing but it sounded like he didn’t even want to fuck you at this point. Toji grabbed a hand full of your hair and returned back to his pace

Toji: “Is this the best you can do? If you can’t keep up maybe I should find someone who can.”

That sentence stung and struck something deep causing you to lose all sense of pleasure and confidence you had. Why was he being so mean? Especially when all you were trying to do was please him? A million things raced through your mind wondering if he really did think of finding something else. Do you really not do enough for him?

Y/N: “Okay Toji stop. Get off me!” You pushed him away and quickly began getting dressed

Toji: “What’s wrong?” He asked, absolutely clueless

Y/N: “You should find someone who can? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Are you trying to make me cry on purpose or are you just naturally an asshole?!” Your throat stung trying to swallow back the ball in your throat forming but you felt yourself lose composure as soon as the tears started falling

Toji: “I…I didn’t actually mean it. I just— fuck I took it too far.” He said rubbing his temples, funny how he had so much to say 30 seconds ago but now can’t even find the right words to form a decent apology

Y/N: “Yeah no fucking shit Toji!”

Toji: “Wait Y/N I’m sorry! Can you just look at me for a second?” He followed you out the bedroom trying to stop you from leaving, with only a pillow to cover himself, “Y/N! Y/N I’m sor—

The door slammed behind you and Toji felt nothing short of horrible, replaying your tear ridden face over and over again in his head

Geto Suguro: Stretching

Geto is big. Like…BIG. The first time you even gave him head was like a workout, your jaw kept clicking as it moved to try and make room for the thick girth. That’s why he was never in a hurry to have sex, he was well aware of his size and how women in his past handled it. Sex with him would feel like your first time all over again.

He’d been eating you out for hours, ripping multiple orgasms from you. It was a lot but he wanted to prep you as much as he could. You were soaking wet, the soppy sound of your leaking cunt filled the room as he fucked you with his thick fingers. It had been too long, you were screaming and writhing underneath him, Geto couldn’t wait any longer he needed to feel your walls clench around his cock.

His cock sprang free from the tightness of his boxers and he lined himself up at your entrance, but his excitement got the better of him. For a second he forgot about how big he was, he entered you far too quickly making you wince in pain. His heart dropped and stopped his thrust after realizing he was going too quickly

Geto: “Was that too fast?” You nodded and he pulled out of you letting his tip rest at your entrance, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have gone that quickly."

Y/N: “Its okay, just go slow I need time to adjust to you."

Geto rested against you for a few minutes and only continued when you asked and assured him that its what you wanted. He pressed his member against your opening again this time massaging it with his tip before proceeding. Geto thrusted his hips slowly, leaving small kisses on your lips with words of praise between each one. With each inch you got more and more adjusted to his size, your walls hugging round his girth as if it were crafted to fit perfectly inside.

Geto: "Uggh, fucking hell that's it...take this dick like a good girl”

Choso Kamo: Biting too hard

Choso was not ashamed to admit that he was not experienced, at least not with you especially since you were so slow and understanding. You were vocal with what you wanted and didn’t want, what you liked and didn’t like and so was he.

Tonight he was a nervous wreck, the two of you had been taking things pretty slow and he only recently asked if he could go down on you for the first time. He’s done it before to a small number of other woman but was he perfect at it? Absolutely not.

Y/N: “For me it’s not really about the opening itself, more so my clit.” You said coaching him about how you prefer to be eaten out, it was actually nice for you to do this rather than letting someone just randomly dive into you and lick around haphazardly with no idea what their doing

Choso nodded and proceeded to latch his tongue onto your sensitive bud, he felt he could cum right there heating the pretty whimpers that escaped your lips

Y/N: “Fuck…oh fuck Cho…” Your back arched against the mattress

Choso: “Fuck you sound so hot baby, I love the way you say my name.” He gained a little confidence and decided to insert his ring and middle finger into your core. The way your body jolted with pleasure made him unbearably hard, “Just like that love, cum on my fingers. Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?”

Your whimpers turned to loud uncontrollable moans as you reached your sweet release. The mix of Choso’s tongue and fingers lit a fire in your stomach

Y/N: “Fuck! Fuck yes please Cho I wanna cum for you!… Oh my— OW FUCK!”, you screamed as Choso bit a little bit too hard on your clit. You sat up against the headboard, “Cho what the fuck?!”

Choso: “Oh my god I’m sorry! I-I thought that would feel good!”

Y/N: “You thought biting me would feel good?!”

Choso: “I don’t know! I saw it on Twitter that girls liked it if you nipped it a little. I-I’m sorry!” He was frantic and looked like he was in the verge of a breakdown knowing he went too far. Oh god what if you didn’t let trust him to do this again? Choso’s head and heart filled with nothing but worry and remorse, “I’m sorry…we don’t have to do this anymore. I can leave if you want me to…” he muttered with his head down

Y/N: “Choso no you don’t need to leave…just, ask me if I like something before you do it. I guarantee I know more about what I want than some idiot on Twitter. Okay?”

Choso: “Okay N/N.” He leaned over and you pulled him in by his chin, planting a soft kiss on his lips, “I’ll get it right next time.”

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When Someone Tries to Touch Your Hair

JJK men x gn black!reader

I had this idea for a little while and I absolutely love it. As someone who has to literally fight off ppl with a stick to keep them from basically "petting" me, I thought it would be so cute to write about the JJK men sticking up for you

Warnings: Fluff!, no nsfw but MINORS ARE STILL NOT ALLOWED GO AWAY, angst in Gojo's, specified braids/locs/twists in Toji's, unwanted physical touch, I think that's it!

Starring: Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Nanami Kento

Of course he remains calm, he's always calm. but trust, inside he is BOILING with anger

Kento adores your hair, it sounds weird but he loves watching you on wash day care and tend to your hair with such detail and precision. Apart of it is so he can learn to do it himself one day so you won't have to spend so much time doing it yourself

He's always buying the best products for you no matter how expensive he knows black hair care products can be.

Design Essentials, Creme of Nature, Mielle, jojoba oil, tea tree oil, hair masks, curling cream-- you name it (or even glance at it in the store) he's already bought it for you

So seeing someone disrespect you by even attempting to touch you makes him absolutely livid

Kento: "I don't know I didn't think it was all that great, the plot didn't really make a lot of sense." Kento said as you two walked out the doors of the movie theater.

Y/N: "What?! I thought it was good, you're always hating on superhero movies you're like an old person. Oh! the boba place closes at 9:30 did you still wanna--

"Oh my gosh I just have to ask who does your hair? It's so pretty!" A young woman around your age popped up from behind you guys, her intensity kind of startling you a little bit

Y/N: "Oh, thank you that's so sweet! I actually do it myself" you smiled and she looked at you in astonishment

"Really? Wow it looks like it was done by a professional, I bet it takes you so long!"

Kento's eyebrow raise and body stiffen in an almost defensive way, he was already anticipating what was coming next

Y/N: "Yeah, sometimes it can. It kind of just depends on how tired I am that d--

Your body leaned back as she reached out to grab the top of your head. Kento wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back by your shoulders, shooting daggers at the woman as if she had just committed an unforgivable act

Kento: "Please step back. You don't need to touch them to compliment them." he reprimanded and held a firmer grip on your shoulder. He wasn't going to yell at a woman he didn't know but he sure as hell was going to get his point across

"O-oh Im sorry I didn't mean anything by it. I just think it looks really ni--

Kento: "Then you can think it's nice from a distance, they're not a dog. Have a good night." Kento intwined your hand in his and led you away to the car. You looked up at him and a small grin grew across your face

Kento: "Don't look at me like that."

Y/N: "You're like a guard dog. Like a snappy little golden retriever." you giggled before planting a kiss on his jaw which he returned with one on the top of your head

Kento: "Cmon lets go get boba."

Toji Fushiguro

Rage, Rage, and more RAGE

The anger that fills this mans body when someone tries to touch you is immeasurable, ESPECIALLY if its a man

Sometimes you have to calm Toji down when someone tries but its no use, he's already out of his seat and practically ready to kill

Toji is definitely someone who values his personal space, so he completely understood your frustration when you talked about how crazy it is that some people think its okay to try and touch you without permission

He's only seen it happen a few times, thankfully most people had common sense. But there was always that one asshole that crosses the line

You and Toji were out on a late night supply run getting items for Megumis science fair project. You roamed through the aisles of the arts and craft store filling your basket with acrylic paint, styrofoam blocks, construction paper and glue sticks

Toji: "What kind of fifth grader does a science project on soil erosion? Can't we just do something normal like a volcano or something?"

Y/N: "Are you gonna keep complaining all night or are you gonna actually help find everything on the list?" You turned around mad dogging him, both of you were tired and a little bit cranky and snappy at one another. Most of it was playful but some of it intended

Toji: "You look like a pig when you scrunch your knows like that." He chuckled attempting to pull you in for a kiss

Y/N: "You bitch-- Go get someone to open the spraypaints for us!" You said shoving your hand in his face and pushing his head back. Toji sauntered away to find the nearest employee to assist you guys

You stood alone in the aisle for a few minutes scrolling through instagram to pass the time until Toji came back, until a tap on your shoulder caught your attention. A random man, had approached you attempting to spark a conversation. Your eyes jotted back and forth around the area wondering where tf could Toji be and why was he taking so long to get back

"You got a really pretty smile you know that? Pretty hair too, you do this all by yourself?" He asked and took one of your (protective style)'s in his hands

Toji: "Now you..." Toji came up behind the man and planted a firm grip on his shoulder, "...are way too ugly and way too short to think they'd ever want someone like you to touch them. Don't you think?"

The man trembled in place at the vast size difference between the two

"I--"

He couldn't get a whole sentence in before Toji pulled him back by his hair then slammed him head first into the shelves next to him, making the man scream in pain. The star captured the attention of multiple employees and needless to say it wasn't long until you were being led out of the building by security.

Toji: "Did I do too much again?" He asked from the passenger seat, knowing full well he didn't regret his actions

Y/N: "We just got banned from the store, what do you think Toji?"

Toji: "Are you mad at me?"

Y/N: "Yes I'm mad!"

Toji: "Mm. The blush on your face doesn't look like someone who'd be mad at me." He grinned and you tried to hide the smile that started to form

Y/N: "Shut the fuck up."

Gojo Satoru

Gojo unfortunately was very ignorant to the topic at first

Maybe it was a cultural difference but when you told him people would ask to touch your hair he thought it wasn’t that big of a deal

“If someone admired your hair so much that they want to get close to it shouldn’t that be a compliment to you? It’s like they’re complimenting an artist for their artwork right? I don’t really see the harm in that, I touch Getos hair all the time and he's fine with it.” He said once before

Nonetheless it led to a very heated argument

He didn’t understand all the fuss around it, that was until he saw it actually happen

Seeing how physically uncomfortable you get when someone you don’t know tries to “pet” you put it all in perspective for him

Y/N: “Gojo, hurry we’re gonna miss the train!” You shouted as you ran through the subway station

Gojo: “I’m coming slow down! I don’t wanna drop anything.” He followed closely behind carrying the other bags of groceries you guys got from the farmers market

You both managed to slip through the train doors in time before it departed. You two managed to find two seats by the window, it was a preferred spot that way you both could gaze upon the countryside greenery as you passed on your way back to the city. Gojo leaned against the window and you leaned against his shoulder, the both of you trying to get some rest after a full day of walking.

The train stopped at its next spot to let on a few more passengers and a tap on your shoulder shook you out of your rest.

“Can i touch your hair?” a young woman behind you asked, but she had already reached out her hand before you could even answer. You pulled back before her hand could touch you

“Oh, um no please don’t do that…” you awkwardly said and turned back around. You looked over at Gojo who you know heard everything but was undermining the situation yet again

Gojo: “Calm down she didn’t mean anything by it, go back to sleep.” He dismissed you, not even bothering to open his eyes as he still laid against the window. You let out a low scoff and laid back against your seat instead of Gojos shoulder like you were before

The next few minutes we’re quiet as you dozed back off until you heard a loud camera click and could hear the girl frantically trying to turn the volume down

Y/N: “Did you just take a picture of me?”

“Oh it wasn't a bad one I was just sending your hairstyle to my friend I think it’s cute.”

Y/N: “I don’t care. Don’t take a fucking picture of me if—

“I didn’t even touch you so calm the fuck down…this is why no body likes to compliment you people anyways. You take everything too goddamn seriously.” she muttered the last bit under her breath but still loud enough to pick up. This sentence being the one that finally caught Gojos attention

Gojo: “What was that?” He stood up towering over the young woman

“I-I didn’t say anyth— I’m s-sor—

Gojo: “Shut up. Delete it. Now.” His eyes pierced through her and she scrambled to reopen her camera and delete the photos. She flipped the phone towards his face to show that they were no longer in her folder

Gojo: “Now go to a different seat. And if you touch them against i’ll smash that stupid fucking phone into the fucking concrete.” The young woman ran from her seat to the other side of the train as quickly as possible and Gojo sat back down. He attempted to put his arm around you but you wanted no part in it, for the next 30 minutes you ignored every attempt he made to get a word out of you. Even on the walk home you were cold

Gojo: “Y/N if you don’t tell me what’s wrong I can’t fix it!” he said as you entered your apartment

Y/N: “IVE TOLD YOU WHATS WRONG BEFORE. YOU DONT LISTEN!” you yelled, something he rarely heard you do, “I told you countless times before that people trying to touch me is a reoccurring problem for me and what did you do? You belittled me and made it seem like no big deal. Why did it take someone being blatantly racist towards me for you to actually start caring? Why did I have to prove the problem to you?” He looked back at you with no words just a stunned expression as he struggled to find the right thing to say

Gojo: “I…I don’t know. I’m sorry.” you rolled your eyes at his lackluster reply and turned away to the bedroom

Y/N: “Whatever. I’m going to bed.”

Gojo: “Y/N, wait I—

you slammed the door in his face before he could finish his sentence

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UPDATE:

I will now be blocking ageless blogs as well, idk why I didn't think of it before but yeah

once again

MINORS PLEASE GO THE FUCK AWAY. HOW MANY OF YALL DO I HAVE TO BLOCK BEFORE YOU GET THE HINT😑

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Battle of the Larynx IV

Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Synopsis: Having Spider-Man as a boyfriend was becoming increasingly more difficult, and his reoccurring absence is tearing you apart

Warnings: SMUT (rough v & p penetration, use of the term “daddy”, oral f receiving, praise, degradation, breeding kink, unprotected sex,) ANGST to fluff to smut, self destructive Miguel, Wholesome Peter!, Y/N doesn’t get preggy let’s just imagine she’s on birth control, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT BABES!

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Spider society was bigger than you thought it’d be, SOOOO much bigger. Its 10x bigger than your university was. You and Peter walked silently down the empty halls

Peter: “Lyla you there?”, a woman in all white appeared on his watch greeting Peter, “Is he up there?” He asked

Lyla: “Yeah, he’s been up there for a while.” She responded, “Someone should go talk to him…”

Peter: “Thats all you kid, he’s in the only room on the top floor.” He smiled at you and you pulled him into a soft hug, thanking him for bringing you here.

His floor was quiet and a complete mess. Wires sparking all over the place from being ripped out the wall, desks broken in half and holes punched into the wall; but in the middle of all the wreckage you saw him in the middle of the room with his back turned away.

Y/N: “Miguel?”

Miguel: “…Y/N.” He looked broken when looked back at you, his eye bags were bigger than usual and he was downing countless boxes of empanadas that he had gotten from the cafeteria

Y/N: “Miguel stop you’re going to give yourself stomach cramps.” You ran over and sat down beside him, pushing the boxes of food away so you could sit beside him. You used the sleeve of your sweater and wiped away at the grease and crumbs that were littered all over his face. He kept opening his mouth to say something but no words managed to form, “Talk to me Miggy.”

He crumbled at the sound of his nickname, he didn’t know how much he missed hearing those two syllables until they finally left your lips. Tears started to fall down his cheek and soak your sleeve.

Miguel: “Did you…did you have sex with him?” He finally asked. At first you were confused and thought he actually wondered if he thought you and Peter had sex, but then your eyes widened and realized who he was talking about, “I was just trying to make sure you got home safe, a-and I saw the two of you. God I’m so sorry I pushed you away Y/N, I’m sorry I know I pushed you right to him but please just tell if you—

Y/N: “I’d never. I pushed him away.” He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. All night he couldn’t get the thought out of his mind; of another man giving you pleasure, making you scream, you moaning a name that wasn’t his. It destroyed him knowing how close he was to losing you to someone else

Miguel: “I’m so s—

Y/N: “I forgive you Miguel.” You said pulling him into hug and allowing him to rest on your chest, “I’m not mad anymore. I understand, you’re a really really complicated person but I know you love me. I know you regret the choices you’ve made these last few months you showed that when you opened up to me. That’s all I needed Miggy, was for you to open up to me and not leave me in the dark like you did every time before. I need you to let me be there for you like I need you to be there for me.” You rocked him back and forth and slowly you felt his breathing calm and his arms wrap tightly around your waist.

Miguel: “I’m so sorry for what I did…I don’t wanna hurt you like this ever again.”

Y/N: “You better not or I’ll have to fucking kill you”

You both giggled and he looked up at you through his puffy red eyes. Miguel draws you in closer and his smooth lips find yours in a passionate long awaited kiss. It’s soft and gentle then suddenly becomes desperate and feral. That warm sensation that you had once forgotten rushed through every corner of your body. You felt your body move on its own and start rocking against his thigh. He moves down to your neck and his breath on your skin makes you shiver

Miguel: “Can I take you home? Please cariño?” He begs and caresses your nipple with the pad of his thum

Y/N: “God yes. Please I want you so bad Miggy…

Miguel practically broke the door down to get into your bedroom, acting like a wild animal gnawing and prying at your baggy clothes. He craved you, it’d had been so long since he knew the warmth of your walls clenching around his cock

His suit disintegrated leaving him in his boxers that showed the outline of his erection and his toned structure. It leaves you hazy with desire. Fuck you missed it so badly, you felt a wetness soak your shorts just at the sight of him.

Miguel: “You’re so beautiful Y/N…so fucking prefect.”

Slowly, he kisses you starting at your lips, then to your neck, and down to your chest. Whispered praises leave his lips with every each kiss he lays on your body. However these ones felt different than all the other times, they felt desperate and needy. As if he was afraid that if he stopped now he’s never get the chance again

Miguel: “I don’t know what I’d do without you…I love you so much, I wanna love you for as long as I can. For as long as you’ll let me…” He lays one final kiss on your lips and presses your body up against his broad chest

Y/N: “Miggy please…” you moaned

Miguel: “What do you want baby? use your words.” He wrapped a firm grip onto your hair and pulled, exposing your neck even more and once again latching his lips on

Y/N: “Please, fuck me already!”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to draw this out as long has he could, make it meaningful, but seeing you in his shirt and those skimpy little rib knit shorts that hugged your ass so well made his member leak and throb

Miguel grabs you by your waist roughly before pushing your back onto the soft mattress. As he spreads your legs apart he palms himself and examines the dampness that is showing through your shorts. He hooks one finger on each side and slides them down revealing your slick pussy

Miguel: “No panties baby? You knew i was gonna fuck you this whole time didn’t you?”

Y/N: “No i didn— OH FUCK!” you screamed at the sensation of his tongue entering your heat and darted at a delicious speed

He ate like he was starving. His lips latched onto your clit, soon entering his ring and middle finger. The two curled and pressed against that spongy sweet spot repeatedly and you swore you saw stars

Miguel: “You taste so good baby, so fucking sweet. I missed this cunt so much.” He said between each lick on your clit.

With each passing moment you felt yourself grow closer and closer. The knot in your stomach grew tighter, god you were almost there

Y/N: “Fuck Miguel Im gonna cum. Fuck! please let me cum!” you pleaded and thrusted your pussy against his mouth

Miguel: “Shit cariño cum for me! Cum so I can rip you open with this dick!” He postponed his fingers into you

Y/N: “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”

With one last suck on your bud you feel the knot snap. Your eyes roll back and you spasm in his grasp as your orgasm hits you like a truck. Your legs tremble as you come down from your high. Miguel brings you into a sloppy and moist kiss mixed with both his saliva and your juices.

You feel his tip position at your entrance but a twinge of hesitation shows in his face

Y/N: “It’s okay Miguel, you can be rough with me. I want it to be just like before.” you say through heavy breathes

Miguel: “Are you sure?” He asks. You bring him into another kiss this time slower and deeper, grabbing onto his locks

Y/N: “Fuck me like you hate me.” you whisper in his ear

It was all the incentive he needed. He grips the meat of your thighs and rams his cock into your tight cunt, not caring if you needed time to adjust. Your cries go ignored as he bullied his dick into you at an unforgiving pace, each thrust making your walls cling to his girth.

The moans Miguel let out were downright pornographic and they filled the room. The room is filled with your combined screams, grunts, and the sound of your skin slapping against eachother

Miguel: “Oh my fucking god baby, you’re so fucking tight Aaagh! Look how fucking good your pretty little cunt is taking me. I SAID FUCKING LOOK AT ME WHEN I FUCK YOU!” he screamed and pulled you in by your throat extracting a loud whimper from you

You couldn’t stop squirming in his hold, his cock was hitting every spot so perfectly

Miguel: “Look at it baby, look at the mess you’re making.” You glanced down at where the two of you connected. Your essence mixing together with his and glazing his shaft. The milky ring that started to form at the base of his shaft made Miguel’s cock twitch

Y/N: “Your so big Miggy, you stretch me so good every fucking time. No one fucks me like you do!”

Suddenly Miguel flips you over and shoves your face into the mattress. You feel a hard slap against your ass, it brings out a moan so sexy Miguel felt as if he could cum right then and there.

Miguel: “Fucking right baby nobody fucks this pussy like I do.” He groans while shoving his cock back in side of you, “If he ever tries to touch you again I’ll rip out his throat.” He whispers in your ear, his new possessiveness made you absolutely feral

His strokes are different now, they’re slow and deep

Y/N: “Miggy I’m so close, I’m almost there!” You sniffled

Miguel: “Beg for it, or I’ll pull out and leave you here to finish yourself off.” He lied of course, he was too close to cumming to stop now but he wanted to here you cry for his release

Y/N: “Please daddy! I want to feel you pump my pussy full of your cum. Please give it to me!” You cried with tears brimming from your eyes. His eyes widened at your request, you had never asked him to cum inside you before

Miguel: “Good Girl. GOOD. FUCKING. GIRL.” He growled putting a harsh thrust between each word

Miguel: “Fuck…Uuugh Fuck baby! I’m so close, so fucking close. I’m gonna paint you with my seed ~fuck~. You want that cariño? Want me to fuck my babies into you? Take daddy’s cum like a good little slut. FUCKING TAKE IT!”

Y/N: “OH FUCK MIGGY!”, You clench around Miguel one last time as he pulls a violent orgasm from you

Miguel throws his head back letting out the most guttural moan you had ever heard from him and finally finishes inside you. His hips spasm and shake, refusing to move until he was sure you took ever drop of him. He stays hurried inside you for a few more seconds then eventually pulls out his softening member.

Your breathing settles and you feel Miguel lay down and pull you in next to him, it brings you so much peace hearing his heartbeat again. His hands loving rub down your back and strokes your shoulder blades, something Miguel regularly did if he thought he was a little too rough during sex. It was silent for the next few minutes, but not an uncomfortable one, one that allowed the two of you to enjoy each other’s warmth.

Miguel: “It feels so good to be back in a bed I can fit in, Peters twin size was terrible.” You both chuckled

Y/N: “Oh my god that must have been awful, I’m sorry no wonder you looked like you hadn’t slept in days.”

Miguel: “Don’t be, I did it to myself…I was kind of a dick.” He said and pulled your head into his chest

Miguel never wanted to stop feeling like this, he never wanted to stop feeling safe with you. He’d never forgive himself for how he treated you but he’d spend whatever time he had with you making it up to you. And he prayed to whatever God or presence that ruled over this world, that the canon wouldn’t take you from him. For the first time in a long time Miguel was truly, effortlessly happy.

Miguel: “You know you were never a replacement, right baby? I don’t need you to be anyone else but you.”

Y/N: “I know…I love you Miguel.”

Miguel: “I love you too Y/N, always.”

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Battle of the Larynx III

Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Synopsis: Having Spider-Man as a boyfriend was becoming increasingly more difficult, and his reoccurring absence is tearing you apart

Warnings: ANGST, drinking, smoking oui’d, self destructive Miguel, self destructive Y/N, stalking.

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Gwen: “Guys this is super weird, he went from nearly ripping peoples heads off for even breathing near him incorrectly to having the personality of a wet napkin.” Gwen spoke to the rest of the group as they all sat in the cafeteria

Pav: “I know right?! I took the last empanada and he didn’t freak out like he did last time. I didn’t even want it I don’t even know what empanadas are I just wanted to see if he’d fight for it, but no. Nothing!”

Miles: “I don’t know I’m kind of liking him not yelling every twenty seconds. The valley is at peace now”, he laughed and grabbed the empanada from Pav, but his laughter stopped after seeing all the irritated and disapproving looks he was surrounded by, “Or maybe I’m just still salty about the train thing. Yeah, yeah I’ll shut up now.”

Gwen: “He looks really sad.”

Hobie: “Definitely bummed about something. He hasn’t even joined Jess on most of the missions. Every time she turns around he’s disappeared to god knows where.”, he leans back in his chair and turns his attention to Peter who’s been eerily quiet the whole time, “Oi what’s got you so quiet?”

Peter had been mentally checked out the entire conversation. After all of the events that took place with Miles ended, Peter had found a newfound friend in Miguel. Someone he trusted to come to with problems so it worried him deeply that his friend was so aloof nowadays, and Peter knew exactly why. He knew all about what happened at Alchemex, Miguel came home from work that day and he knew something wasn’t right. He’d never seen Miguel look so hopeless when he broke down and told him everything that was said and since then he’s watched Miguel deteriorate more and more.

Peter: “Sorry, just trying to decide what to feed this little gremlin when we get home!” He lied and picked Mayday up onto his shoulders, “I’ll catch you guys later! Try to stay out of trouble!

Peter opened the portal to his dimension and left without another word

Pav: “Now he’s being weird too!”

Mj: “Peter! Are you home?” She shouted from the upstairs bedroom

Peter: “Yeah I’m in the kitchen babe! I’m making Mayday some dinner!” He shouted and placed a sleeping Mayday on the couch and prepared some chicken and mixed veggies for her to have when she wakes up

Mj: “Peter, what did I say about taking our toddler to work with you? Did you take her out of school again?” She smiled and nipped at his ear. Obviously not completely upset but still irritated with him

Peter: “She wasn’t missing anything, I can teach her 2+4 later tonight.” He chuckled

The three of them sat down and ate an unusually quiet dinner

Mj: “No Miguel tonight, he’s not out doing it again is he?” Peter raised his brow at Mj giving her all the answers she needed, “You should talk to him again, he isn’t himself. I can’t believe I’m saying it but I actually kind of miss pissy Miguel.” She laughed

Peter: “I know I do too.” He sighed and pushed around his vegetables. He missed his friends happiness, he got used to the way Miguel’s demeanor changed when you both first started dating. Miguel was happy, there were times he caught the man smiling to himself and laughing at his phone when you texted him. For the first time in a long time Miguel seemed to enjoy life, Peter wanted that Miguel back.

He pushed his plate to the side and began to gather his suit and the rest of his belongings.

Mj: “Are you going back to headquarters?” She asked

Peter: “No. I think I need to go talk to somebody, I’ll be back soon babe. Tuck Mayday in for me tonight.” He placed a kiss on Maydays forehead and one on Mj’s cheek before slipping through the portal into your dimension…

Mayday: “Pissy!”

Mj: “No, no sweetie that’s a bad word. Only mommy can say that.”

Miguel sat atop a ledge of some random apartment complex. He’d been hopping from building to building all night following a yellow cab that was driving through the downtown area. When it finally stopped he nested on the nearest building and watched you and your friends exit the vehicle and entire into the bar out front.

He wasn’t trying to be weird but it had been 2 weeks since you both last spoke, this whole ordeal felt like it was going on forever. Of course he respected your need for space but he couldn’t help but worry about you so everyday since he’s made a habit of tracking your whereabouts: the grocery store, the pharmacy, fast food places, everywhere. Miguel watched over you like a hawk until he was confident you made it home safely, and tonight wasn’t any different. Patiently he sat outside the bar watching from afar until you left.

You sat at the table twiddling with your half empty glass

Macie: “Girl get up an have fun! You’re being soooooo boring.” She was clearly drunk, she’d been dancing with your other friends for a while now before coming back over to you

Y/N: “I just don’t think I’m up for tonight Mace, I’m not in a partying mood.” The last thing you wanted to do was go out tonight honestly. Being jobless and entering an ‘it’s complicated’ status of your relationship wasn’t exactly a cause for celebration.

Macie: “I knew I wouldn’t like him the moment you started talking to him. He went after his receptionist for fucks sake and you probably weren’t the first one he picked up and threw away”. She continued, gaining the agreement of your other friends, but you heard nothing as you threw back another vodka tonic. Your silence is finally acknowledged and your friends leave to give you some space.

In your peripheral vision you could see the space next to you become occupied

Y/N: “Macie I know you’re only trying to help but i really REALLY just need to be alone right now, okay?”

“Macie’s not really good with problem solving when she’s drunk is she?” you eventually looked over to see Anthony taking the seat next to you. He was dressed nice. It was different to see him out of his security uniform and in something a little more formal.

Anthony: “You can add her drinks to my tab.” He offers, “I hope you don’t mind the company, I saw you drinking alone and it looked like you needed some sober companionship.”

He wasn’t wrong, you really didn’t need Macie drunk babbling about how Miguel probably used other girls before you came along. Regardless of everything you still loved him, you thought so highly of him but god you wished for a second you could get him out of your head.

Y/N: “I guess I look pretty pathetic don’t I?” You laughed and used your sleeve to wipe a tear that managed to escape

Anthony: “No, not to me. It’s getting kind of hard to hear in here.” He stands up and picks up his jacket off the back of his chair, “Wanna join me outside?” He suggested

You nodded and did the same and gathered your purse and keys, following him outside onto the empty patio. The wind starting to blow heavier than usual making you shiver a little bit, the thin cardigan you wore tonight wasn’t enough to to fight of the Nueva York weather.

Anthony: “Here.” He wraps his denim jacket around your shoulders and pulling you in slightly, “Better?” He asks

Y/N: “Y-Yeah. Thank you.”

You smile at his gesture. Unbeknownst to you Miguel was not only watching the entire interaction, but hearing it too. He noticed Anthony’s sultry tone and a glimmer in his eye when he looked at you.

Anthony leaned against the building wall with you and proceeded to light a pre roll he had in his jacket pocket. He took a long puff and handed it over to you, to which you gladly accepted. Not realizing how long it had been since you smoked weed you of course started coughing almost immediately, but quickly got the hang of it.

Anthony: “I really wasn’t trying to eavesdrop earlier but I couldn’t help but hear what your friends were saying to you at the counter. Bad breakup?” he questioned while taking another draw from his blunt and blowing it out the side of his mouth.

Y/N: “Something like that, it’s been a rough couple of months but I don’t really wanna ruin your night with my sad shit.”

Anthony: “If it’ll help you feel better I don’t mind. Go ahead.” He encouraged.

Miguel listened carefully, almost scared of what you were about to say next

Y/N: “I have this person in my life and things aren’t going great. He’s not really there for me y’know? And I get he has problems that he’s working through but sometimes it feels like he doesn’t even like me anymore. It’s starting to feel like that more often now…”

The air was silent for a few seconds, not uncomfortable just a few brief moments that Anthony took to absorb everything you said.

He shifted from the wall to stand directly in front of you. When the two of you stood eye to eye Miguel could hear his own heart race like a gatling gun, he couldn’t tell whether it was fear or anger

Anthony: “He sounds like a dick. It’s a hard decision, I get it. Deciding whether or not to stay with someone like that must suck.”

Y/N: “He’s not so bad, he has his moments.” You laugh and look down at your feet. You cant help but think back to the times you and Miguel spent cuddling in your apartment watching old cartoons, “…But yeah, it kind of sucks right now.”

Anthony: “I wouldn’t worry, a girl like you could find a new guy any time she wanted.” He smiled at you and stepped a foot closer. You feel his hand hold your chin and he softly brings your head up to make eye contact with him again. Anthony holds your face in his hands, caressing each cheek with his thumbs and then feeling down to your bottom lip.

Anthony: “You look really pretty tonight Y/N…”

Miguel felt his body burn red hot watching you and another man. He boiled with rage and jealousy and just like that it fizzled away. His body stopped tensing, his heart stopped racing, his fear went away. Everything felt numb as he saw Anthony lean in to kiss you.

Miguel couldn’t bring himself to look and turned away immediately. An unfamiliar wetness ran down his face and he realized that for the first time in a long time he was breaking down. He sobbed on the roof of the building until his lungs couldn’t pump anymore oxygen for him.

He left in a blur of red and blue back to the only place he could think of to go right now. The spider society headquarters was empty and his office was cold. Everything in Miguel’s sight was an obstacle to him right now, and soon he found himself destroying everything in his path. His chair, his monitors, his machines; he ripped every bit of structure in his office apart until he was the only thing left standing.

Miguel’s world was once again crumbling around him. He found a new life, a new chance at happiness with someone else and he let his own selfishness tear it all apart

This was his doing. He pushed you and pushed you, until you fell right into the arms of someone else

You didn’t love him anymore.

Your heart beat so loud you swore someone could hear it down the street in passing. Anthony pulled you in by your waist close enough to breathe in his cologne

Anthony: “You look really pretty tonight Y/N…” he tilted his head and brought his face in closer to yours, his touch was warm and gentle, something you hadn’t had in so long

But that didn’t change anything.

You interrupted Anthony’s attempt and brought your finger ups to his lips, pushing him back softly

Y/N: “Im…I’m sorry Anthony. I think you’re really sweet but I’m still—

Anthony: “In love with him?” You smiled and nodded. Anthony nodded back and released his hold on your waist, “I get it, the heart wants what it wants. He’s a really lucky guy. I guess I’ll see you at work then?”

You nodded and handed his jacket to him, thanking him for his kindness before he stepped his blunt out on the ground and headed back inside the bar.

Fuck. The hold this man had on you. Even after everything all your thoughts and actions circled back to him and only him. Soon you decided that this intended night of unwinding was a complete bust and decided to head home. Looking back, walking home alone at 11 at night probably wasn’t the best idea but you figured you’ve made worse decisions. So you texted Macie and told her you were heading out.

The walk home through Nueva York was peaceful, maybe it was the alcohol in your system giving you a bravery boost but you didn’t walk with panic like you usually did late at night. That was the case until you turned down the corner that led to your apartment and felt the chill of an unfamiliar presence watching. You had a light buzz but not enough to imagine danger when there wasn’t any, you sped up your pace and prepped your keys in hand to get inside as quickly as possible.

You heaved a breathe of relief once you finally got inside the building and made a note to yourself not to test your luck again by walking home alone. Once you made it to your place you took a quick hot shower and threw on a pair of pajama pants and one of Miguel’s old t shirts. You let the window open to get a few minutes of fresh air while you worked on some unfinished art projects. The night went by slow and calm, until you felt that weird feeling again and in the corner of your eye you saw a figure creeping up by your window. You shrieked and instinctively threw the closest object towards them.

Peter: “OW FUCK!” He shouted and tumbled backwards a bit and fell down the the fire scape on the floor below you

Y/N: “I’m calling the police!” You turned to shut the window before he raised his hands in protests

Peter: “Wait wait Y/N I’m a good guy!”

You looked back at the man, this time noticing he was covered in a tight red and blue suit, one that resembled Miguel’s in theme but not in design.

Y/N: “You don’t look like a good guy, you’re in sweats…and snorlax slippers.” You looked over the window ledge

Peter: “Yeah well looks can be deceiving.” he laughed and took off his mask to reveale his scruffy face.

Y/N: “How do you know my name?”

Peter: “I work pretty closely with Miguel, he’s said a lot about you… I’m Peter. I know it’s kind of weird for me to walk up on you like this, in hindsight I definitely could’ve planned this better.” he said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck

Y/N: “Oh…yeah he talks about you from time to time.” You said, “What are you doing here? You scared the shit out of me.”

Peter: “Sorry about that I really wasn’t trying to startle you. I just, um, I kind of think…I think you two should get back together.” He blurted out. You looked at him confused but still motioned for him to come upstairs into the apartment. He shimmied in through the window managing to accidentally rip the curtains off in the process

Y/N: “Did Miguel send you here to talk on his behalf?”

Peter: “No no I promise he didn’t, he doesn’t even know I’m here. Honestly he’d probably go ballistic if he found out.”

Y/N: “Peter, I appreciate you coming here. It’s very sweet and Im sure you just want what’s best for your friend but our relationship isn’t anyone else’s concern.”

Peter: “I know I know but just hear me out and if you don’t like what I have to say then I’ll go and leave you two be…” You looked at him in confusion but decided to sit down and hear what he had to say

Peter: “Y/N I’ve been pretty close with Miguel for a while now and I think I know all there is to know about the guy. And if there’s one thing I know about him it’s that he’s a fucking idiot”, He took a seat next to you on the bed, “one of the biggest idiots i’ve ever seen and that’s coming from the second biggest idiot…I know about the night you locked him out. He said things that hurt you didn’t he?” He asked looking over at you. You nodded, his question triggered all the emotions of that night. The feeling of betrayal, worthlessness, and isolation all came rushing back and made the tears swell up

Peter: “Yeah, he does that sometimes. It makes you feel like he doesn’t even care about you but I promise you he does. Y/N he’s absolutely crazy about you.”

Y/N: “Really?” You sniffled

Miguel: “Yes! You should see the way his face lights up when you call him, he tries to hide it but we all notice he’s giddy about something . And oh my god when we’re on missions and he sees something he thinks you’ll like, he writes it down in this little notepad he has! Here.” he hands you a small brown notebook, “Don’t tell him, I snagged this from his desk today, he’d kill me if he found out.” he chuckled

He was right, the book was filled with notes and scribbles, some crossed out probably indicating he’d bought them already. He even put little reminders on sticky notes for himself so he could remember what colors you liked and didn’t like. It brought a smile out of you

Peter: “He’s hasn’t been doing well since that night. And im sorry if this sounds like I’m trying to guilt you into being with him, I really am not trying to do that. Im just asking, can you go talk to him please?” He asked

He looked at you awaiting your decision, but it wasn’t like you needed thinking. You missed Miguel so much, for fucks sake you wore his shirts every night since he left, and if Peter said he missed you too then that’s all the answer you needed…

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Battle of the Larynx II

Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2. Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Synopsis: Having Spider-Man as a boyfriend was becoming increasingly more difficult, and his reoccurring absence is tearing you apart

Warning: ANGST, mentions of breakups, self harm (not eating caused by depression)

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

And they talk without thinking

They bark while they're shaking

With teeth that are round and dull

And they yell while they're chasing

While I'm steady pacing

My syllables hit the floor

How stupid, selfish baby

Don't you battle with my larynx toni—

Macie: “Melanie Martinez? Weird choice for a heartbreak song.” Your coworker and close friend critiqued while snatching the earbuds out of your ears

Y/N: “I like it, and it’s helping so leave me alone.”

Alchemex was quiet and slow at 8 AM, the only tasks you had assigned were to organize itineraries and pick up lunch for your employers. Once that was done you used the time you had to yourself to sit at your reception desk and wallow.

Macie: “Here, eat this.” she said handing you a container of vietnamese spring rolls and mango slices she brought from home

Y/N: “I’m not hungry Mac”

Macie: “Yes you are, you’re just saying that so you don’t have to feel anything other than sadness, but I’m not gonna let you sit at your desk all day and sulk. So eat something, please.” You took the food and ate it while she watched you like a hawk to make sure you got every last bite. She was right, making yourself miserable wasnt helping you but it was the only thing you knew how to do right now.

It’d been 3 weeks since you pushed Miguel O’Hara out of your life, and for those past 3 weeks you have been an absolute mess. You could barely get 2 meals down, your sleep schedule was ruined, you had no motivation to complete any tasks, and you avoided your friends and work almost entirely. It probably wasn’t a good idea to use nearly all of your sick days just so you can cry and mope about a guy but it is what it is at this point. You were fortunate enough though to have friends that wouldn’t stand for you ruining yourself while you recovered from heart break. Today your coworkers unanimously decided they needed to save you from depleting all your sick time and practically dragged you into work today.

Macie: “C’mon, tell me what’s on your mind babe.” She took a seat in her chair next to you

Y/N: “It’s just…why hasn’t he called me? Why hasn’t he tried to come back to our apartment? I just fuck I feel stupid but I wanted him to fight for us and he hasn’t at all.” Tears pricked from your eyes and you let your head fall onto your hands

Macie: “Well, why do you think he hasn’t reached out?”

Y/N: “Because he’s a little bitch that doesn’t care about me.” You cross your arms like a stubborn child

Macie: “That’s possible, but what is your heart telling you?” She asks

Y/N: “…He’s doesn’t know how to apologize for everything, or if I’ll accept it.” Macie nods in agreement

Macie: “I’ve never met Miguel other than passing him to get to the vending machine, but I’ve listened to you cry on my couch about him on multiple occasions. It sounds like this isn’t his first screw up, but it is the worst and I’m sure he knows that. It’s very possible that you two are done for good and I think he’s scared to face that…or make things worse.” You shrug in reply, “Be honest with yourself, would you have even listened if he came back immediately?”

Y/N: “No…I probably would’ve told him to fuck off.” You chuckled

Macie: “See. Maybe this time your taking from him is a good opportunity for the fog to clear, you can figure out if it was just your anger that pushed him away or if you actually want to break up with him. No one’s saying you have to forgive him but don’t write his hesitance off as not caring just yet, I have a gut feeling that he’s just afraid right now.” She pulled you into a much needed hug and ran her fingers up and down your back

Y/N: “…It hurts so bad Mace…I miss him so much and I don’t want to”. You sniffled

Macie: “I know babe I know, if it makes you feel any better you look really hot today even with runny mascara. He’s an idiot for fucking up with you so badly.” She said while planting a sticky lip gloss kiss on your forehead.

Macie helped you fix up your makeup in the bathroom and you both returned to work, luckily the front desk foot traffic is always slow with only phone calls and e-mails to keep you busy. It wasn’t a lot but it was enough to keep your mind off of everything.

Miguel wasn’t doing any better than you were. It wasn’t like him to talk without thinking, he was always so stern and calculated with everything he did in life, it was what he was known for but that night it was as if he lost all control. He felt horrible about everything, everything he said to you he wishes he could apologize for but he was terrified that it wouldn’t change anything���or that he might make things even worse.

Miguel’s world came to an abrupt halt since you shut him out. He was bitter and angry and lashed out on his fellow colleagues far more than he usually did. Even his favorite variants couldn’t shield themselves from Miguels wrath. Yelling at Miles or Gwen was routine, but yelling at Peter Parker (Earth-13122) was unheard of and it showed just how badly your absence was effecting him.

Nowadays if it wasn’t for missions or to go into headquarters it was rare for him to ever leave his room— well what was supposed to be a room. All of his belongings were still permanently relocated at the apartment that you both used to share, meaning his old apartment was long gone. There was no place for him to go back to when you kicked him out, so that meant the twin size mattress in Peters guest room that was far too small for his tall figure was what Miguel had called home for the past month.

The clock read 10:34 AM when Peter went downstairs to Miguel’s living space, Peter knocked and poked his head into the guest room

Peter: “Miguel?”, Peter looked in to see a semi asleep Miguel. “Cmon man get up you need to eat something. MJ made French toast, you need food with your depression.”

Miguel: “I’m not hungry.” He sighed and rolled over to face the wall. His appetite wasn’t important to him especially if it meant watching Peter and MJ canoodle at the kitchen counter the way you and him used to. Peter stepped back into the hallway, a worried MJ was motioning him to go back and talk to Miguel.

“Go talk to him!”

“I don’t want, to he’s gonna yell at me!” They both whispered, low enough for a regular person not to hear but it was enough for Miguel’s heightened sense to pick up. Choosing to ignore them, Miguel covered his face with the pillow trying to drift back to sleep until he felt a small weight crawl on him and start tugging in his hair

Mayday: “Uncle Mickey! Wake up Mickey! Come eat breakfast with me!”

Needless to say Maydays cuteness was enough to get Miguel out of his cave. He ate breakfast in silence and by the end Peter had convince Miguel to return back to work, saying it would help him take his mind off things. Mj lent Miguel some of peters old dress clothes from when he was 4 sizes larger, the pants flooded of course but that’s what happens when you’re a foot taller than most people.

It was raining in Miguel’s dimension when he returned, making the drive to Alchemex that much more depressing. It didn’t even register to him that you would be working, he panicked about what he would do or say when he sees you.

Miguel: “Lyla are you there?…” No answer, “Lyla?…Okay I’m sorry.”

Lyla appeared on an illuminated orange screen

Lyla: “Sorry for what? Use those big boy words.” She mocked, arms crossed and turned away from him, refusing to look at him until he gave a proper apology

Miguel: “I’m sorry for yelling and for being a dick for the last few weeks. Okay?” He sighed

Lyla: “See. Was that so hard?” He growled in annoyance but was honestly glad to have her talking to him again, even if she was just a combination of zeroes and one’s she was helpful, “Still having lady troubles I see?” She teased

Miguel: “God, shut up.” He grumbled

Lyla: “That’s it goodbye—

Miguel: “No! No I’m sorry.” He groaned and sank in his seat at the red light rubbing circles on his temples, “What the fuck am I gonna do Lyla? She probably hates me.”

Lyla: “After everything you said I wouldn’t be surprised if she did, but Peters right Miguel you need to just apologize and actually EXPLAIN yourself. Stop acting like such a tough guy and open up to her already. You keep her in the dark all the time and let her wonder if she did something wrong or if you even like her, maybe if you were actually honest with her she’ll understand. And even if she doesn’t understand you STILL owe her an apology. That part’s non negotiable.” Lyla criticized with no intent of being gentle. For an AI she actually gave genuinely good advice.

But he wasn’t ready to see you yet, he wasn’t ready to say what he needed to say, had no idea what he was going to say. So when he made it to Alchemex instead of going through the front entrance like he usually did he opted for the back entrance where the delivery trucks usually are. Stunned faces met his along with whispers and other greetings. A few, “Welcome backs” and handshakes from his fellow geneticists, too many faces and none of them was the one he wanted to see…

Miguel barely got any work done that day, instead he chose to spend all his time pacing back in forth near the second floor ledge. Though his office was on the top floor, the second floor had a view that peered past the large glass staircase and directly over the receptionist desk. So throughout the day he made a routine of getting up every 30-40 minutes to go to the second floor bathroom so he can look over at you on the way back to his office. He couldn’t stop himself from trying to catch a glimpse of you, he got warm each time you smiled at a new person entering the building. It was fake of course, he’d seen your real smile and it was breathtaking. This on the other hand was a plastered in customer service smile accompanied by forced laughs.

Around the the 12th time he went to go check on you he froze when he saw you weren’t at your desk anymore, but it was around the time of your lunch break so he suspected you were in the cafeteria. It was kind of pathetic the way he felt himself rush to the elevator with urgency to get to the food court but it was what he was doing.

The area was busy, filled with lab coats and other Alchemex staff. When he finally located you he stopped in place. You were smiling, genuinely smiling, with some idiot employee he had never seen before. He was leaning against the wall talking your ear off as you bought a soda from the vending machine, and he was far too close. Miguel’s eyes darkened when he hugged you goodbye, holding you a few seconds to long.

“Do you know that guy over there? He’s been staring for a while” Your coworker asked, nodding over to Miguel who stood by the elevator door glaring through angry brooded eyes. You stilled as you met his gaze that softened the longer you looked at him

Y/N: “No…No I don’t.”

Macie: “He just stared? Ew that’s creepy.” She giggled, “Whatever just ignore it, he hasn’t made an attempt to talk to you so don’t even entertain schoolboy behavior like that.”

Y/N: “Yeah, but you should’ve seen him he looked like he wanted to murder somebody...I hate that I thought it was kinda hot.”

She slapped you on the back of the head bringing out a string of giggles amongst the both of you. You took her advice and decided to just forget about the interaction and try and get through the rest of today. You sifted through emails and answered phone calls for the next few hours until a younger boy, no more than 19 years old, walked up to the front desk.

Y/N: “Hi there! can I help you?” You questioned

“Got a Grubhub delivery for Miguel O’Hara.” He held up a closed Thai food bag

Y/N: “Oh okay you can go up that elevator on the left, it’s the sixth fl—

“Customer requested no contact delivery so I guess this is on you guys. Okay bye I’m gonna leave now, remember to tip, thanks!” the rude little bastard plopped the take out bag on the counter in front of you. You’re heart practically plummeted to your stomach at the realization. Miguel knew what he was doing, he knew that if he requested no contact that meant the assigned assistant for genetics department had to deliver it. These snooty scientists didn’t want a random person walking through their building, it happened all the time just never with Miguel. Fuck

Macie looked over at the bag then back at you, just as flabbergasted as you were. Begging her to deliver it for you was no use, she was the assistant for the botany department and could get in huge trouble if she did. Reluctantly you made your way up to the floor his office was located on, the walk from the elevator to his office door felt like an eternity but you swallowed your fear and knocked.

Miguel: “Come in!” He sounded nervous, he looked like it too when you opened his door to see him already standing in front of his desk. Miguel looked disheveled and tired

Y/N: “Here, is there anything else you need Mr. O’Hara?” You deadpanned and handed him the bag. You weren’t surprised to see that he threw the bag away immediately, it’s not like his intention was to eat anyways.

Miguel: “Can I talk to you? Please?” He asked, you sighed and nodded in agreement closing the door behind you to give you both some privacy

Y/N: “Okay go ahead. Talk.”

Miguel: “…Who was that you were talking to?” he asked in a slightly desperate tone

Y/N: “That’s the first thing you have to say to me?” You scoffed

Miguel: “Please just tell me who he is…”

Y/N: “Who? I’m a receptionist I talk to a lot of people.” you lied knowing exactly who he was referring to.

Miguel: “The guy in the cafeteria, with the black hat. Who was he?”

Y/N: “That’s Anthony. He works in security for your department. But I guess you wouldn’t have known that, it’s not really a job that contributes anything to this world, is it?” Miguel winced at the sting of his own words being thrown back at him

Miguel: “…I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have said that.” he said in a tone barely above a whisper

Y/N: “Great, thanks I’m gonna go back to work now.” You dismissed his shitty excuse for an apology and turned to leave

Miguel: “Y/N I’m trying to say sorry to you!” he said almost begging. He was willing to beg if that’s what it took to make you listen

Y/N: “You’re always sorry! Every week it’s a new apology and honestly they’re all starting to sound the same and Im so tired of it!” you shouted

Miguel: “But I—

Y/N: “No I am talking, you are listening!” you silenced him, “You made it clear how you felt about me and I’m not going to keep myself in a situation where I’m just a fill in for someone else.”

Miguel: “…What are you saying?”

Y/N: “I don’t want to be with you any—

Miguel: “Please, please don’t say that N/N.” He practically leapt from his desk when you turned to leave without saying anything. It didn’t matter how many times he said your name it didn’t stop you, not until he physically blocked the door with his own body

Y/N: “O’Hara MOVE!” you demanded. The sound of his last name being said again signifying just how detached you we’re becoming

Miguel: “No. I want to fix this please!”

Y/N: “Find a new replacement then!”

The two of you went back and forth for what seemed like hours, his pleading was relentless. You’d never seen this side of Miguel before, he was unhinged and desperate it was like watching a child have a breakdown. But it wasn’t changing your mind, you deserved better.

When you reached for the door handle once again that’s when all of his words came spilling out.

Miguel: “You’re not a replacement! You’re not a joke or useless or anything stupid I said! I didn’t mean any of it I was just tired of being painted as the bad guy so I wanted to make you feel worse than I felt! But…I am the bad guy Y/N, Im a selfish fucking moron and I ruined a perfectly good thing just because I was scared we were getting too close and that would mean I might forget about Dana and Gabriella! So every time you wanted a date night or wanted to bring me to a family dinner or even just wanted to be around me I made excuses, because every time I did those things I felt myself forgetting. But I’m sorry! I’m sorry for saying terrible things to you and I’m sorry for making you feel worthless, I’m sorry for being so fucking stupid throughout this entire relationship, I’m sorry Y/N….”, He looked down ashamed, he sounded so small and vulnerable something he had not been in a very long time. You froze in place, taking a moment to process everything.

He finally looked back up at you and you stared at him with wide blank eyes. Whether it confusion, sympathy, or hatred he couldn’t tell, but your silenced scared him.

Miguel: “Please… say something.” He begged

Y/N: “Miguel…you’re grieving and I understand that, I think in some way you’ll always mourn the loss of Dana and Gabriella. But we can’t continue this at the expense of my own feelings, I need to know that if we were to keep this up you’re not going to keep hurting me during the process of you healing.”

Miguel: “I understand, I’ll do better I promise.” He felt a wave of relief surge through him. He leaned in to try and hug you but he tensed again when you rejected it, placing your hand on his chest and pushing him away.

Y/N: “I…I think we need a break Miguel…” His shoulders dropped in disappointment

Miguel: “So that’s it? We’re done?”

Y/N: “No…no were not done, I just can’t be around you right now. Just because I sympathize with your pain doesn’t brush over the fact that you just admitted to neglecting me on purpose all this time. I can’t ignore that. I need some space, and I think you do too...”

Miguel: “Y/N…”

Y/N: “Bye Miguel…” You opened the door and exited to see concerned faces all staring as you walked by. It didn’t matter what they thought, today would be your last day anyways. You left your name tag on the front desk and gathered your belongings. Miguel watched from his office window as you got into your car and broke down in the drivers seat before leaving the parking lot

Lyla: “Miguel…are you okay?” she interrupted, watching him stare emotionless out of the window

Miguel: “No.”

Lyla: “…Do you wanna talk about it?”

Miguel: “…”

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Battle of the Larynx I

Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Synopsis: Having Spider-Man as a boyfriend was becoming increasingly more difficult, and his reoccurring absence is tearing you apart

A/N: hi y’all! ik ive been so MIA with my stories lately. if im being honest sometimes i just don’t have ideas for new chapters or how to continue in progress stories, but hopefully i can get some more done soon! but for now enjoy this quick Miguel O’Hara story cuz i am OBSESSED with this man atm

Inspired by Battle of the Larynx by Melanie Martinez!

Warning: smut (fingering), toxic relationship, ANGST (yk i fucking live that shit), neglectful Miguel, LONG ASS CHAPTERS

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

You knew what you were getting yourself into when he told you. You knew the nights that laid ahead for both of you filled with his crying and screaming after a failed mission led to a loss of innocent life. You knew the days would consist of hours holding your breath wondering if he was alive or not, and finally exhaling when he arrived there at your doorstep; battered and bloody but still, he was there. That was really the only promised you asked Miguel to keep— be there. You could handle him leaving randomly and not coming home until 2 in the morning, it was his obligation as a hero and that came before anything else. But he also took an obligation as your partner to be present when it mattered most, and according to him he cherished that concept with his life. So if that was the case why wasn’t he here now?

Miguel had been gone for 5 days now, longer than he’s ever been gone for. Five days of nothing, no calls, texts, emails, even an owl with a note would’ve sufficed at this point but he chose to leave you in the dark yet again. You touched up your mascara in the shiny elevator door reflection as you prepped yourself for the celebration party you and your art school classmates planned after you all landed the animation internship. What was supposed to be a chance for your friends to finally get to know Miguel was clearly turning into yet another evening third wheeling other couples. Another night of watching girls curl up with their lovers while you downed a spiked lemonade to forget about yours. This was the 26th time Miguel had abandoned an important event with no notice whatsoever (yes you’ve been keeping track). It started with simple things like picnic dates or small get togethers, then his absence gradually became more impactful. Missed family dinner’s, birthdays…anniversaries. Disappearing for days on end with no check ins, it was becoming torture. It was becoming increasingly obvious that people started to question whether or not you even had a boyfriend, and slowly you did too…

To Miggy 🧸:

please tell me you’re coming tonight, you know this means a lot to me Miguel

4:23

can you just call me and let me know youre alive at least????

4:49

i hope youre chaffing in your suit asshole

8:14

The elevator door opened letting you onto the top floor of Alchamex, it was pointless checking but you always did anyways. You crept your way into his office hoping to see his usual tired figure slumped over in his chair, ready for you to nag him like you usually do to take a break and eat something, but the only thing occupying the space was scattered papers. You looked through his window that towered over the Nueva York city streets trying desperately to hold back the tears that were fighting their way out.

“Y/N?”

Y/N: “Jess! Im- Im really sorry.” You turned your head only slightly so she couldn’t see your puffy eyes.

Jess: “Y/N, you’re part of reception you know you can get in a lot of trouble being up here without authorization.”

Y/N: “I know I know I just…I thought Miguel be here.” You mumbled between hiccups that came up from you failing to hide your sobs. Jess wasn’t stupid, it didnt take a genius to know what you were upset about, or who you were upset about, “If you um… if you see him can you just ask him to come home please.” Working through your sniffles, you wiped your face with your sleeve and made your way out of the office before she even had time to respond

Jess sighed feeling a twitch of anger brew inside her towards the young man, she scowled and muttered obscenities under her breath as she dialed Miguels number…

The next week came and you missed the party entirely, the calls from all your friends and colleagues went unanswered. Honestly, your self esteem couldn’t take another embarrassing, lonely entrance into an event that Miguel was supposed to accompany you too. Another endless night of sympathetic looks and pity hugs. 

The clock read 7:48 pm when you arrived home from work, another day of taking calls and booking meetings for a man that wasn’t even there half of the time. With a heavy sigh you set the bags of groceries you had in hand down in order to get your keys out of your back pocket. The space was dark and cold when you walked in, it had been for the last week. You stocked the fridge with your new groceries then before taking a quick shower and finishing your nightly routine. You were in the middle of applying your night cream when you heard a loud thud causing you to finally leave the bathroom. In the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of a tall dark figure emerging from the window. You let out a shriek managing to fumble everything in hand as you scrambled to find your pepper spray.

Miguel: “Woah woah! Relax it’s just me! it’s me Y/N!” Usually you’d be used to Miguel’s late night window entrances but it had been so long since you last saw him you forgot he even did it. He turned on the living room light revealing his tired and bruised figure. He was still dressed in his spider suit, the suit you excitedly spent hours on your ipad drawing and redrawing to get the perfect design; now you hated the sight of that thing.

Y/N: “Miguel?”, seeing him gave you relief knowing it wasn’t an intruder, but the anger that’s been stirring in you for the last 2 weeks slapped you back to reality. Silence filled the space between you two, neither of you taking the initiative to speak first. It took 2 weeks for him to come back and you weren’t going to wait another second waiting for him to find the balls to say something.

Miguel: “Y/N please wait!…” he pleaded when you turned away and slammed the bedroom door behind you. You plopped down onto your mattress, you were exhausted and couldn’t stand to look at his face anymore, but you felt the empty bed space behind you dip with his weight.

Miguel: “Congratulations on your internship cariño, I knew you’d get it…” No response. “I…I got this for you. Y/N?” If you turned around you’d see the small gift wrapped box he held in his hand but you were motionless. This new silence terrified him. The possibility of you finally giving up on him made his heart sink a little

Miguel: “Y/N I’m really really sor—

Y/N: “Just shut up Miguel, shut up already…” you finally spoke through gritted teeth, “You’ve never cared about a single thing that I care about, if you did then you would’ve been there like you said you would but you weren’t! SO JUST FUCKING SHUT UP!” you sobbed and curled your legs closer to your chest

Miguel: “I know you’re angry at me… but Y/N I really am sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t call you or text you. I’m sorry it took Jess calling me to make me realize how terrible I was being. I should’ve been there to take you to your friends party, like I promised I would. I wanna be someone you can count on and trust but I’m screwing it all up.”

At this point Miguel had already stood up from the bed, you could feel the floor thump as he paced back and forth trying to find the right words to say to you. You couldn’t help but peek over at him, he looked horrible with his head in his hands and blood and dirt still caked on his suit. Regardless of how angry you felt towards Miguel you always took pity on the poor man. He loved you with everything he was and everything he wasn’t, all he wanted was to be everything you ever needed, but you were the first woman he had ever been with since Dana and Gabriella passed. You knew loving you was like learning to walk again.

You called his name in your soft voice. His head shot up, you were finally facing him with your arms open inviting him in for a hug. Miguel practically jumped from his seat and into your arms. Words couldn’t describe how good it felt to feel your touch and even though he smelled like ash and rubble you felt exactly the same, practically crying as you melted into his hold

Y/N: “I thought you were dead Miggy, you can’t keep putting me through this I can’t take it.” He settled deeper into your embrace and rested his head into the crook of your neck

Miguel: “I know, I’ll be better for you…” You felt his lips latch onto your neck and pepper you in small kisses, “I love you Y/N. I love you so much.” He groaned against you, pushing his stiffened member against your groan and pulling out a desperate moan from your lips

Y/N: “I…I love you too Miggy…fuck!” You screamed has he drove his thick fingers into your already soaking cunt. Every curl and thrust against your plush walls pushed you closer and closer to your edge.

You cried against his shoulders. There were times when the space that was wedged between you two felt infinite then dwindled every time he came back home to you.

It was euphoria, to feel him with you again.

But every high has to come down at some point.

The sound of arguing pulled you from your sleep. It was 2 in the morning when you rolled over to see a space where Miguel was originally sleeping beside you. It wasn’t unusual for Miguel to wake up in the middle of the night to work at the kitchen table or yell to Jess about some other spider variant that messed up a mission; one named Peter seemed to come up very frequently. However it seemed like this specific conversation went on for a fairly long time, you could even begin to here Miguel’s voice shake with whoever he was speaking to.

You slipped on a new t shirt from Miguel’s drawer since the clothes you previously had on had been ripped to shreds. His voice became more and more clear as you made your way down the hall

Miguel: “Do you already have an idea on who it could be?…Fuck. Okay, I’ll *sigh* I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and pinched the bridge of his nose in a mixture of frustration and disappointment.

Y/N: “Youre leaving again aren’t you?” Your voice startled him out of his sulk.

Miguel: “…Jess suspects there’s a spider variant that’s purposely letting anomalies run loose in other dimensions. I have to handle this Y/N...”

7 hours, it took 7 hours to fall into the same old routine. It was honestly amusing at this point, all you could do was laugh. How stupid you were to think things could be any different. How stupid you were to think that HE could be any different.

Y/N: “Are you fucking serious?!” You shouted

Miguel: “Y/N Stop it, not right now please. I need you to just go back to bed and let me—

Y/N: “Let you what?! Let you leave me and come back anytime you find it convenient? How long are you gonna be gone this time Miguel, a month this time? Do you even care about the promise you kept to me? Or do I even cross your mind when you’re out there dimensions away from home playing hero for everyone else but me? This isn’t a hotel Miguel, this is our home! At least that what it fucking used to be!” You fumed. He towered above you but that didn’t stop from getting in his face, “It’s not fair Miguel! You don’t get to leave me alone for weeks and come back and fuck me thinking that’ll make it all better! You have to be better!”

Miguel: “You need to stop acting like you’re the only person in my world that needs my attention! I’m not a monster for putting the safety of the multiverse first. Im sorry I can’t be here to rock you to bed and give you a kiss goodnight all the time. Sometimes we have to put personal matters on the back burner Y/N, it’s called responsibility!” He gathered his phone and the rest of his belongings off the kitchen table

Miguel: “I have enough to worry about as it is, having you and Jess blowing up my phone to go to some party with people I don’t even know doesn’t he—

Y/N: “What?” Your tone was softer and started to become laced with hurt, it was evident in the way your voice started to shake, “Jess called you that night and it took you a week to come back?”

Realization of what he just said settles in and it makes his brows furrow in frustration and both himself and you. When he looks over at you with that same stupid emotionless face he always has you can’t help but boil with anger. His nonchalance towards your problems made you curl your fist until your knuckles turned white

Y/N: “No you’re not a monster, but you are an ASSHOLE for making me believe you could balance work and me! Why are you even with me if you can’t—

Miguel: “This conversation is over, I have a job to do and youre keeping me from doing it.” He cut you off harshly, dismissing your concerns yet again.

Y/N: “I never asked you to sacrifice your obligations! I said from the beginning that being a hero comes first, just make some goddamn time for me now and then! Why Miguel? Why do I have to beg you to see my family at Christmas?! Why do I have to beg you to meet my friends or give me an ounce of attention?! Why do I have to ask you to care about me?!”, This was frustrating him too much, your lack of understanding was infuriating. Miguel had to leave before he said something he might regret. He turned away from you and your manic sobbing and made his way to the window seal without another word, afraid that he might damage things worse than they already were by speaking

Y/N: “If we switched places I wouldn’t DARE treat you as terribly as you treat me—

Miguel: “WELL YOURE NOT ME! YOU SIT AT A DESK AND DOODLE ON A FUCKING COMPUTER! YOUR CAREER IS A JOKE, A CHILD COULD DO WHAT YOU DO. YOU CONTRIBUTE NOTHING TO THIS WORLD, I DO.” His nostrils flared and his eyes burned red with anger, “SO DONT YOU DARE SPEAK ABOUT MY LIFE LIKE YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT, WHAT IVE HAD TO SACRIFICE JUST TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT IN THIS WORLD!”

Y/N: “GOD. YOU ARE SUCH A CUNT!”

Miguel: “AND YOURE A REPLACEMENT!”

Miguels eyes widened and his rampage instantly stopped. You couldn’t believe the words that had just left his mouth, and honestly he couldn’t either. He didn’t mean it at all, he wanted to take back those words as soon as the left his mouth, he just wanted to leave. Why didn’t you just let him leave? He wouldve been right back. The air was thick and uncomfortable, your combined heavy breathing was the only thing filled the space between the two of you.

Miguel: “I…I’ll be right back.” There was a shakiness in his voice and in his movement when he stepped out onto the fire escape.

Y/N: “Dont come back. If you leave tonight…don’t come back Miguel.” You spoke in a tone barely above a whisper

Miguel: “We’ve said things we don’t mean…I’ll be back later to fix things.” His suit integrated onto his body and he leapt off of the building ledge. A blur of blue and red was the only trace he left behind.

The truth was out now, how Miguel really felt towards you. You were never a first priority or even a second or third, you were nothing but a soul to fill the space where something else was missing. His wife, his daughter, you never tried to stand in their place or become what they were to him, but now you knew that’s the only reason Miguel kept you around. You were his vice

Your heavy cries carried throughout the apartment as you laid in bed cradling the maroon cardigan that was in the gift box Miguel got you.

The spider society headquarters was empty and calm, but the office at the top floor was anything but. Miguel sat atop of his hovering platform brooding in silence in front of his computer monitors, It’d been like this since he arrived. Miguel was always stern and reserved, he never held a conversation with anyone other than Jess or Lyla so him being fairly quiet was normal. But for Miguel to not say anything at all was strange, and it didn’t take long for others to take notice of his behavior shift since leaving your apartment

Margo, Peter, and Jess were the last people at headquarters, after a long day of interrogating potential rogue variants the crew was finally successful and able to apprehend Spiderman on Earth-3360. What will happen to the young man wasn’t decided yet but catching him was a cause for celebration. The group sat around the cafeteria table sharing empanadas and Soju for a few minutes before they went back to their own universes

Margo: “Yeah Ive been in his office all day with him and Lyla and he’s barely said 2 sentences, he wasn’t even mean during interrogation. It’s like he didn’t have it in him to yell. I think he’s depressed or something.”

Peter: “I thought he was always depressed, that’s like his thing isn’t it? That’s why he’s not funny.” He joked and finished off the last empanada

Jess: “I don’t know but I need to get home, my back is killing me and I can’t deal with The Grinch any longer.” She said taking letters hand to help her up from the chair.

The group said goodnight to each other, Margo logged off and Jess went home to some much needed rest, honestly this line of work seems too dangerous for a pregnant woman. Peter made his way up to Miguel’s office, who he knew could hear the entire conversation thanks to his enhanced hearing.

Peter: “You know they’re right Miguel…” he shouted up to Miguel who was brooding on his platform

Miguel: “About what?” he asked in a condescending tone

Peter: “About you, you don’t think we’ve noticed you moping around all day. Do you wanna tell me what the deal is so you can stop pouting?” he swung onto the platform and took a seat next to Miguel, crossing his arms and sitting firm in place waiting for Miguel’s response but he was met with silence, “Is it the rogue variant? Cuz we’re not gonna let this happen again…”

Miguel: “No.”

Peter: “Miles? Gwen? Ben?”

Miguel: “No it’s none of them.” He turned his attention away from him and focused on organizing the handful of papers on his desk

Peter: “Then what is it? Is it Y/N?”

Miguel: “Did I say anything about Y/N?! Why even bring her up?!” He snapped, it was exhausting having to work and act like every terrible thing he said wasn’t weighing on his mind. Miguel couldn’t even interrogate the variant with losing focus, having to have Jess switch him out is gonna remain one of the most embarrassing points in his Spider-Man career. Peter was never a first choice for a sounding board, but it was only going to get worse for Miguel if he didn’t turn to someone for advice, because Lord knows he was terrible at handling relationship problems on his own

Miguel: “I said something bad, really really bad Peter…” he confessed. He took a seat in the chair next to him

Peter: “Do you wanna be more specific?”

Miguel: “I told her that her career was a joke. Then I called her…a replacement.” Peters eyes widened, he knew Miguel was capable of harsh words, he’d seen it first hand with Miles but this was unexpected. Especially with you, the girl he fawned over and practically stalked at work until you made the first move.

Peter: “Shit, Miguel. That’s really messed up…Did you mean it?” He asked

Miguel: “No of course not! I didn’t mean any of it, I was just frustrated. I’m not the bad guy for prioritizing my duties! She just wasn’t listening Peter, she wasn’t understanding any of what I was saying or where I was coming from. I didn’t mean what I said.”

Peter: “So why did you say it?!” Peter exclaimed

Miguel: “I DONT KNOW!”, He slouched over in his chair and cradled his head in his hands, his own words made him sick to his stomach. How he urged to tell you how guilty he was for what he said, for never being there, for making you feel like you didn’t mean anything, “I just wanted her to be quiet, everything she was saying was right but it made me feel guilty and awful. I wanted to make her feel worse than I felt. God I’m so fucking dumb…”

Peter: “You know I’m not good with this, it wasn’t long ago that I was a sad piece of shit too with a partner at home who basically couldn’t stand me. That being said, I also know that when it feels like nothing you say can make up for everything you said, and you said A LOT, maybe too much. I would never say something like that, that was insane…”

Miguel: “Peter…” he said through gritted teeth

Peter: “Sorry sorry, that being said when it feels like there’s nothing you can say that could make up for everything you said, a simple apology means more than you think it does. A real apology Miguel.” Peter looked at him, he didn’t need words to know that Peter was basically tell him to finally get his shit together.

Miguel: “What if she doesn’t accept it?”

Peter: “She will if you mean it…”

Passing buildings were a blur to Miguel, he was racing home so fast he couldn’t even focus on anything around him. While he swung from structure to structure he planned out every single thing he’d say to you, how he’s sorry for failing you in this relationship and he’d change for the both of you. He even tried to remember if there was still cinnamon in the spice cabinet so he could make you your favorite comfort drink, champurrado.

Miguel soon landed on the fire escape outside your apartment, you made a habit of leaving the curtains open for him so he could see if you were up or not and now it was an involuntary part of your routine. He peeked inside and saw you sleeping peacefully on your bed, hoping to come join you he tried to open the window but it wasn’t budging.

‘Had you locked it on purpose?’ He thought to himself, no you couldn’t have, you always left in unlocked for him. But when he saw the book you had used to block the window from being moved he panicked. Miguel knocked on your window, frantic and desperate

Miguel: “Y/N! Y/N! Unlock the window!” He pleaded. His knocking stirred you out of your sleep and you sat up in your bed, your puffy eyes on full display. When you finally looked over at him you were emotionless just as he was to you, it terrified him seeing you look at him with no longing or affection

Miguel: “Let me in…please cariño”, he begged

You were so tired, you were so tired of wondering why your boyfriend left you to question his love for you and now after tonight you know why. You stood face to face with him, the window still a barrier between you and him. It ate away at you but you couldn’t stand another night asking yourself why you weren’t getting the love you deserved. You had your answer and you didn’t need Miguel around anymore, not if you were going to be another substitute for what was missing.

Miguel: “Y/N…Y/N please wait!—

You closed the curtain in his face and went back to bed but it didn’t stop his knocking and pleading, begging for you to let him in and mend what he broke. It continued for an hour until you were convinced he eventually gave up and left. Him being gone finally gave you a chance to break down once again into your sheets, but Miguel sat on the fire escape listening to every choked out sob and hiccup you let out. Every painful cry the he caused you and now he wondered if he’d ever be able to fix it.

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Nephophilia will continue after I finish Sweet Holy Honey! I’ve decide that it’s less stressful for me to do one story at a time rather than all at once.

Can you guys guess who my 3rd story will be about?

(Hint it’s JJK☺️🌟)

♥️annie

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Sweet Holy Honey pt. 4

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Nanami Kento x POC!Reader

Synopsis: To keep up with bills you take up a part time job as a stripper/waitress at a gentlemans club in downtown Kyoto under the stage name "Honey". Most days you have to deal with your perverted boss, slobby and drunk old dudes, bachelors, ceos, and college assholes, but every now and then the special customer comes in. He wears a neat beige suit, blue button up shirt, and an unforgettable cougar print tie.

Warnings: SMUT, angst, emotional and physical abuse, cussing, drug use, slight yandere behavior but Nanami isn’t dangerous or violent towards Y/N just obsessed

A/N: This is a normal AU where Nanami and the rest of the JJK characters just have regular jobs/lives

A/N: Just a little note, when you see Y/N and other girls names being italicised it means it's not their real name, it's their stripper name

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

A/N: just a reminder, yandere and obsessive type situations should not be idealized in real life. in the next few chapters we will learn how Nanami knows Y/N so well, it involves events of stalking before meeting her at the bunny room. this story is purely for the sake of entertainment but you should NEVER tolerate something like this in the real world. protect yourself and recognize when a person is becoming too much or possibly dangerous.

What did he say?

You swear your hearing was damaged in some way, perhaps from the prolonged exposure to obnoxious club music, but your hearing was perfectly fine. The man you’d only gotten to know in passing glances, who’s name you haven’t even learned…asked you to leave with him.

Nanami: “I make money…a lot of it. I swear can give you everything you want in life, I promise I won’t— SWAT!

And just like that as quickly as they fell down, your walls built themselves back up and closed you off. You smacked Nanamis hand away as he was reaching to wipe the tear stains from your puffy cheeks, the lines in your forehead scrunched as you tried to fight back another mental breakdown.

Honey: “I said I have to go!” You whimpered, “I’ll never— I don’t want— just— uggh!” You’re palms smacked against the sides of your head, maybe doing so would rearrange the jumble of words into an order that made sense…but nothing made sense to you or Nanami. He watched in confusion, what was so hard about this? The life you currently lived was less than satisfactory if you went with him he could give everything you always wanted. What was holding you back?

Honey: “D-Don’t ever come back here, p-please. I won’t dance for you and I’ll make sure the other girls don’t either! No matter how much you pay, so stop wasting your e-efforts! Just leave me alone you fucking weirdo!” You wailed with both anger and confusion before taking off in a direction that didn’t even lead towards your apartment, only doing so to leave Nanamis sight as soon as possible. And once again he was alone. It seemed to be a reoccurring situation for him

The month went by as usual

Lowlifes and annoying frat boys popping in and out, the occasional suburban husbands spending they’re money they shouldn’t be spending it at, last Friday Bubblegum swore up and down that Chris Evans was one of her late night clients but no one can trust a damn thing that girl says. Overall it was the typical customers you’d usually see lurking around at 1 am. Everything was the same

Except there was no sign of Nanami

Of course you didn’t miss him though. Having him gone was just one less stress on your endless checklist, you were glad he finally took the hint and stopped giving you attention. Stopped making you feel a strange since if excitement every Wednesday night and a small feeling of anticipation every other weekday. A feeling like you mattered to someone in this world even if it was just a little bit…

No. You hated that man. At least that’s what you repeated to yourself in the club mirror every other hour whenever he popped into your head. Unfortunately you’ve never been the best at lying

Kota: “HONEY! Hurry up in here you have a special request!” He said barging through the bathroom door

Y/N: “FUCKING KNOCK KOTA WHAT IF I WAS FUCKING NAKED?!” you screamed at the scrawny man

Kota: “Yeah as if people like you care about being seen naked. ROOM 6 NOW!” He dragged you by your upper arm through the open lobby without even giving you a chance to adjust the top part of your bodysuit. Kota pushed you through the velvet curtain as you cradled your bare chest in your arms. Immediately you turned around and assured the customer you’d be ready in just a second, you cursed and fumbled to get your back zipper up before he spoke

Nanami: “Do you need some help?” A familiar silky voice filled your senses and made you still, “Your zipper is stuck in your hair, here let me—

Y/N: “I can fix it myself dude!” You ripped out the strands of hair that were logged in the zipper and tried to close up the rest of your latex ensemble only for it to get stuck again. You frantically tugged and pulled in the zipper until a pair of soft hands replaced yours on suit

Nanami: “Forcing it won’t help, just let me do it before you rip more hair out of your head”, He fiddled with the suit in a far more patient and gentle manner than you were.

Y/N: “You suck at listening, I told you I wasn’t gonna dance for you anymore. Why are you even here?”

Nanami: “Like you said I’m a bad listener and because…I meant what I said to you, I think you should leave this place. It’s filthy and vulgar, it’s no place for any woman to make a living at. Especially you” he managed to zip up your suit but you still remained turned away from him as he spoke, “…Im obsessed with you Honey we can both see that, but by that I don’t mean I want you to belong to me, I want you to belong with me.”

He ached to touch you, to hold you but he held himself back. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten you anymore than you already were

Nanami turned you around, blush painted on both cheeks of your face when he looked at you.

Nanami: “My offer still stands”, he reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a small piece of folded paper, “This is my address, Come by tonight if you can. If you don’t, I’ll understand and I promise you won’t hear from me ever again.” He whispered, still keeping a safe distance to assure you weren’t pressured or intimidated

He folded the piece of paper into your hand, put back on his beige jacket, and left without another word

You let out a large exhale you didn’t know you were holding back

Y/N: “………..the fuck was that—

Midnight: “Knock Knock! Sorry to interrupt but do you have a lighter by any ch— you good girl? You look like you just shit yourself, what happened?”

Midnight: “Please tell me you’re not really going in there,” you both sat in the parking lot of the Hosu Loft Apartment Complex, “You picked a terrible place to get killed, a man with this much money is gonna have some A+ lawyers. He’ll probably get off with just community service”.

Y/N: “Would you shut up! I’m already nervous Yui!”

You got out after saying your goodbyes to Yui, but not before turning on your location and placing an AirTag inside your purse for extra safety. You headed towards the the front entrance, if the outside wasn’t already an indication of how upscale this place was then the lobby sure was. The eccentric water feature and diamond chandelier had to be worth more than everything you’ve purchased in your entire lifetime. You wondered to yourself how on earth anyone can make such money to live in a place like this, what kind of job does this man have?

Surgeon?

Yakuza weapons dealer?!!

Your intrusive thoughts panicked you and almost made you want to retreat but unknowingly you were already at his apartment door, you would have knocked but it appeared that the door was already unlocked so you let yourself in. It was dark inside, the moonlight peeping in through the window gave you enough vision for you to make you’re way through to the bathroom. You had been holding it in since work, you absolutely hate peeeing at their bathrooms, so you took advantage of the opportunity.

You scoffed in shock, even the bathroom was tastefully decorated. Linen hand towels and an Osaka landscape painting above the toilet. You were done admiring though,

If he isn’t awake then I might as well call Yui and go back home

You thought to yourself. You quickly finished up and wiped down the water spots you left on the sink from when you washed your hands but halted when you heard the hallway light turn on and a figure step in front of the doorway. It did cross your mind that you might be in the wrong apartment and that made your heart race with fear

Nanami: “I don’t see shoes at the doorway, manners are appreciated here”. He stated

You opened the door and stood face to face with a Nanami that looked like he had just woken up. He was shirtless with a pair of black sweatpants and hair like a birds nest. Just like always you gave an attitude to cover up how flustered you were, but it didn’t hide your beet red cheeks

Y/N: “Bite me dude. I’m still getting used to Japanese customs”, you countered, trying to remove your tightly laced converse.

Nanami: “It got so late I didn’t think you’d come by, c’mon I’ll warm you up the food I made”.

Within the next hour Nanami warmed you up a large helping of bulgogi and fried rice and a glass of lychee juice to wash it down. You spoke no words as he sat across from you, not that there weren’t any to say but because it been so long since you’ve had a meal that good, you barely took your head up away from the plate

He loved watching you indulge yourself, the way you swayed back in forth doing a little happy dance with each bite, how you let out small moans after swallowing, and how the lychee juice dribbled a little bit down your chin.

It made his cock twitch in his sweatpants

Nanami: “Full?”, you shook your head yes allowing him to take the plate to the kitchen sink

Y/N: “Thank you…” you said wiping the embarrassing amount of food off the side of your face

Nanami: “Kento…Nanami. I figure you being here means we’re on better terms now, we might as well start learning each other’s names.”

Y/N: “……..Y/N L/N, I don’t like to be called Honey outside work. It makes me feel gross” You mumbled

Nanami: “I hated saying it anyways…Y/N is a beautiful name” he replied

He made you blush of course but you were so tired of the middles school icebreaker type small talk

Y/N: “What do you want from me Nanami?”

He returned this time to a seat right beside yours

Nanami: “I’m a salaryman Y/N”, god he loved the way those letters rolled off his tongue, “I spend my days making money for those who already have it, and taking it from those who can’t afford to lose it. It’s a constant cycle of taking and quite honestly if I were to die or go missing no one would bat an eye, my company would just find another body to fill the gap. Perhaps that’s why it pays so well…”

Y/N: “Are-are you bragging right now?”

Nanami: “Not at all, you see because of what I do, because of how I live my life I have become someone with a of broken ‘a reason for living’. But there are times in my life where I feel like I gain that idea back, whether it’s through simple moments like finding the perfect bread shop, or daydreaming of Malaysia, or finding a good person. An actual good person… someone that’s always smiling even when they have no reason to.” he vented as if something like this had been weighing in his chest, waiting for the right person to release it to. Somewhere in the mist of his emotional venture you noticed a tear begin to prick from the inner corner of his eyes, unbeknownst to you it wasn’t because of sadness but because of his inability to say what he felt.

You moved in front of him on your knees, just as you did that one night at the bunny room but this time the intention behind it wasn’t lustful or sex driven, it was sentimental and moving. It felt right to grab his hand, you caressed his palm and moved it to your cheek. He swear he felt him self melt against your touch

Nanami: “Can you teach me to be a good person Y/N?” He begged

Y/N: “I’m far from good Nanami, I couldn’t teach you how to be one if I wanted to.”

Nanami: “Then we’ll learn together…”

He guided you back to his bedroom where you sunk into the softest mattress you’ve ever felt in your life, falling asleep felt effortless but you craved his warmth, more than you ever thought you would. Nanami hesitated when you motioned him over to lay beside you, scared that he might intimidate you in some way or scare you off. He couldn’t watch you run away from him, not again

Nanami: “I…I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I think it would be best if I slept on the couch”.

Y/N: “Nanami I know what I’m doing, please just hold me”, you insisted, the dreariness in your voice made your tone soft and irresistible, Nanami practically jumped to your side but still managed to maintain most of his composure

For the first time in a long time you were allowing goodness into your life. You deserved to feel content, to feel safe in someone else’s grasp, and when Nanami cradled your body into his chest you felt just that. It wasn’t like some cliché movie where they blab on about how his heartbeat matched to the rhythm of your own, no, Nanamis had its own unique tune. And slowly felt yourself drifting to sleep to his natural lullaby

Your body intertwined so well with his. He watched as you drifted to sleep, it was so cute how your eyelids fluttered as you dreamt. Nanami felt like he could admire you all night

But Nanami was hot.

White hot

Your shea butter smell. You’re soft skin. You thick thigh that wrapped across his waist. Your groin that pushed up against his hip as you jolted in your sleep. It was pushing him to the edge. He could feel his cock harden to an unbearable amount, he’d pushed the feeling down all night but he couldn’t fight it anymore. Making sure not to wake you he slowly released himself from your grasp, only growing more restless as he looked over your beautiful figure.

He felt like he was going to keel over when he finally made it to the bathroom and freed his aching cock from his sweatpants, it already was drenched in precum. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the tile wall and began to stroke.

There you were kneeled before him again, only this time your eyes were just as rabid as his as you took every inch of him in that pretty little month. You’d be eager to please him wouldn’t you? You’d beg for his cum like a good little slut?

Nanami: “Nggh fuck Y/N…AaaaAggh”, he whispered, he stroked faster and faster. He wanted you. He wanted to ruin that cute little pussy and make you cry on his cock, screaming his name over how good it hurt when his tip kissed your cervix, until he filled you to the brim with his hot seed. You’d take it all wouldn’t you?

Fuck Kento, please more…please put it deeper! He imagined your delicate voice cracking and scratching as you begged for more of him

Nanami: “Fuck yes baby say my fucking name, fuck, fuck Y/N… I’m gonna cum.” He put in his final few pumps, this time basically fucking into his hand pretending it was your tight cunt. He groaned louder than he meant to and released all over his hand, some of it shooting onto the sink in front of him

He opened his eyes and sighed, falling back down to a reality you weren’t in. He was tired of cumming in his fist like a lonely college boy, he wanted your walls to paint his seed with. But he’d never push any idea of it on you until he thought you were ready. Nanami is not an easy person to be with; he has his faults and at times they’re too great to ignore. Would you even want him if you saw the person he could be? The aloof, pessimistic, money obsessed scumbag that he has to be everyday?

He grabbed a wash clothed and dampened it to clean up his mess before joining you back in bed. It felt like pure heaven when he felt you cling back onto his body and Nanami was able to fall asleep with you, something he’d desired for so long and was now finally coming into fruition. It was pure bliss…

Nanami: “I’m gonna fuck this up aren’t I?”, he whispered

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hiii will there be part 3 of the nepophilia fic??? istg its so gooddddddd

thank you love, part 3 is out bb! click the link on Nephophilia pt. 2 to read!😇💓☁️

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Hey quick question, how can a quirk be banned? I'm just asking because I'm having a hard time trying to figure that out because I know in you fanfiction Nephophilia you said that mind quirks are banned in America and I'm trying to figure how they can ban a quirk when you are born with them and you can't choose them. Btw hope this isn't coming off as mean or critical I'm just curious.

Good question! This actually is going to get fully explained in pt. 4 but I’ll explain a little now!

So the ban isn’t on owning the quirk, it’s on using it. The way I have the US written in this story is they ban the use of mind control quirks because they go against basic human freedom (which we all know is a big deal in America XD)! The U.S. government has no control over who is born with the quirk but they try their hardest to keep them from obtaining jobs as heroes and other roles that influence the public.

Hope this helps! Pt. 3 is out now!

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

Heyyyy! I recently discovered you and your work and I LOVE IT! I just wanted to take some news bc you haven’t been posting since may and I just wanted to know how it as been going with college work etc.I also wanted to know your plan for the aizawa fic or if you were going to write something else anyway take care of yourself bye~💕

Hey luv thanks so much for reading my work I’m glad you enjoy it and thanks for checking in on me y’all are so sweet! Pt. 3 is up now!🌟♥️

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Nephophilia pt. 3

Aizawa x POC! Reader

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Synopsis: You're a 20 year old sophomore university student from NYU. All your life you've wanted to be a hero , but a law in the US has banned the use of mind control quirks in the hero field and labeled them as too dangerous and "violate the concept of free will". To pursue your dreams as a hero you move to Japan and enroll in an international mentor ship program to get your overseas hero license. On your first day you meet your mentor, Shota Aizawa: he's aloof, rude, and irrational, but what starts of as a clash between two polar opposite personalities turns into a romantic relationship that you didn't expect.

Quirk: Servant Hero name (Maestro) Y/N has a second voice with a hallucinogenic rhythm, when ever you speak to someone while using your quirk they instantly fall under your control for 15 minutes or until you say "stop". The only problem is you can only give them one word commands (Example: retreat, sit, freeze, jump, cry etc.) On ONE occasion you can give a person a multiple word command. If you tell them "obey" they will follow anything you say for the full 15 minutes or until you say "stop". But you avoid saying "obey" whenever you can because it can become too dangerous if the directions are not specific enough.

Warnings: Smut, bullying, strong language, attempts at sexual coercion and other forms of manipulation, racism, descriptions of violence and blood

A/N: Sorry this took so long to put out! I hope this is okay I was having trouble coming up with a storyline for this chapter. Anyways enjoy, Y/N is gonna show the full extent of her quirk in the next chapter !

Present Mic: "God where could she be?!" he circled each and every corner of the city for hours looking for you with Aizawa. The leather on his steering wheel squeaked from how hard he was clenching it

Aizawa: “Why did I say that? Why the fuck would I say something so stupid?!” He cursed to himself while his mind tortured him with the image of your heartbroken expression, the last thing he could remember before everything went blank. He leaned against the passenger window in guilt. He did it again, he lashed out and embarrassed you for no reason and even worse you had to use your quirk just to get away from him. What kind of hero was he? A pretty shitty one...

Aizawa: "This is all my fault..."

Present Mic: "Yeah no shit sherlock tell me something I don't know…” waiting at the stoplight allowed enough time for long exhale escaped his mouth as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Mic was a gentleman through and through, chivalrous to even the most underserving of men and women, so Aizawa knew he was in for far more than a few harsh words from his blonde friend

Present Mic: “What the HELL is wrong with you Shota? Are you stupid or just temporarily insane? Talking to a young girl like that, you know all she wants is to be like you and me she doesn’t need another add on to the countless people saying she can’t do it. You better have a damn good apology up your sleeve or I’ll request a mentor transfer from Nezu MYSELF!”

Aizawa wanted to retaliate, he was stunned at Hizashis willingness to go against him so quickly, but who was he kidding? He deserved it. Contrary to popular belief Aizawa wasn’t like this with everyone, of course he was gloomy and aloof but he was also protective and kind as seen with his students. It wasn’t like him to hold anyone to the standards of someone else as a teacher he knew better than that. But something about you, your excitement from the first time you came to UA, your unwavering desire to be better, even the way you get along with Hizashi almost instantly, it was like he was viewing an old flame through a different lens.

Aizawa: “I know, I know you’re right. God, you’re right…I’ve been nothing but a menace from the beginning. I don’t even know how to explain why, but…it’s like I keep expecting her to be like someone else and the second she isn’t the way I need her to be I just get furious. She’s so much like him sometimes I forget she isn’t actually him.”

Present Mic: “Like who?…Oboro?” He asked, red light now changing green leading them farther down the streets of downtown Osaka

Aizawa nodded in shame. It was selfish

Present Mic: “You…you can’t do that Shota. I understand you miss him, I miss him too but you don’t see me going around trying to make other people into him. If you can’t see Y/N as just Y/N then just let her g— SHIT THERE SHE IS!!” There you were, out of the corner of his eye he spotted your signature H/C hair slumped against the window of a scummy 24 hour diner. Hizashi turned into the parking lot like a mad man and the two men jumped out

You were a babbling mess, laughing and causing a ruckus with two drunk older men they’d never seen before who grabbed at you like they had other intentions than just having drinks. Your original orange and vanilla scent was now blanketed by a thick layer of booze and syrup when the two approached you. Hizashi screamed at the employees for serving an underage girl so much alcohol but all he was met with was "fuck off" and "eat shit".

Present Mic: “Y/N get up we’re leaving right now” he said with a far more abrasive tone than usual. Aizawa threw your purse and sweater over his shoulder as Hizashi attempted to grab your arm and lead you out of the diner

Y/N: “EW GET OFF ME YOU CREEP! *hiccup* I’m having fun with *hiccup* my friends. Why don’t you and your emo boyfriend *hiccup* FUCK OFF!” You shouted followed by more rowdy laughter from you and the other men

Present Mic: “We’re your friends Y/N, these are just perverts trying to get in your pants. Get up, NOW.” Hizashi made another attempt to take you by the hand but it proved once again to be futile. This time he was met with a hard shove making him stumble backwards, knocking into Aizawa who was still too stunned to even look at your intoxicated state.

Y/N: “I SAID GET OFF ME!”, You kicked at his kneecaps making him buckle over and cackled maniacally, “There’s a bathroom over there *hiccup* why don’t you go get another handjob in it from Best Jeanist!”

Hizashis cheeked reddened in embarrassment, of course he wouldn’t hold it against you for letting out one of his most private moments, after all you were an emotional drunk mess. But betrayal was to great of an emotion to keep under control, and it send him into a hate filled rage.

Present Mic: “FINE STAY HERE THEN! ID RATHER GET HANDJOBS IN A BATHROOM THAN BE A GLORIFIED WALKING POCKET PUSSY!” Hizashi didnt mean any of what he was saying, and in a few hours he would come to regret those words but he was too emotional to recognize the weight of what he was saying. He snatched your belongings off of Aizawas shoulder and threw them back to you before leaving the diner in a huff

Y/N: “What are YOU still doing here?! GO! leave like him ‘HERO’! Go play hero for your other students and leave me behind LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO!” you’re soft interior now began to poke through with tears pricking at the inner corners of your eyes. Even you're most intoxicated state couldn't hide the fact that under it all you were just angry and hurting.

Aizawa: “Y/N please I—

“She’s made up her mind mate, now get lost…”

This couldn't be what you really want. You wanted warmth and kindness in your moment of vulnerability. You wanted hands as gentle as yours to reassure you and give you the same generosity you so willingly give out to others. So if Aizawa knew that why was he walking away from you?

“Tch, look she’s so pretty when she cries…” the man slurred, putting a tight grip on your thigh making his rings imprint in your skin. His fingers inching dangerously close to your sex, a place that even in the most drunkest state you knew to protect, but it was hopeless. You squirmed and shifted to avoid their roaming hands but your head was so fuzzy you could barely function.

Y/N: “I…I think I wanna go home *sniffle* I don’t wanna be here anymore.“ You stated in barely a whisper but it was silenced with another drink being forced to your lips.

Y/N: “No i don’t want it! Where’s N-Natsuo!? Natty!!” now screaming you shoved the side of his face away leaving a scratch mark on the corner of his lip, doing nothing but make him more aggressive

“Don’t be a fucking tease you fucking bit—

SLAM

Suddenly the man’s head smashed face first into the table making blood from his nose splatter across the lipstick stained shot glasses. Above you was a sight you’d never seen before, Aizawa peered over his unconscious body. With a fist full of the man’s greasy hair he dragged him out of the booth and then picking you up after, unfortunately your body was too wobbly to stand on its own so you just slid down on the floor behind him.

“I-I WASNT GONNA TOUCH HER I SWEAR MAN, W-WE WERE JUST MESSING AROUND!” The other man pleaded for mercy in front of Aizawas hauntingly blood red eyes but it didn’t stop the bottom of Aizawas shoe from kicking in 2 of his incisors.

It took Aizawa everything inside him to beat both of them to a pulp. Seeing them put their hands on you made him reach a different kind of fury that he didn’t quite understand yet— and deep down didn’t really want to— because understanding it meant accepting a truth he wasn’t ready for yet. How he felt about you. But for now that didn’t matter, he picked you up bridal style and carried you back to Hizashis car who was still too emotional to say anything or even look at you.

The car ride back to Musutafu was long and quiet. Aizawa could feel you’re shaky breathing as you slept on his lap in the back seat, he silenced all 32 missed calls and 21 unread messages from Emi out of fear it would wake you up. He swore he felt his heart flutter as you muttered cute nothings in your sleep, but brushed it off claiming it was just the left over adrenaline. After all he knew better as an engaged man than to think like that of anyone else, right?

The headache you felt as you awakened was astronomical and the sun beaming in through the window didn’t help one bit. You took a quick look at your phone to read any new messages and alerts, mostly from Natsuo who sent a few pictures of the food places he stopped at in Tokyo. Even in your messy state you knew you were still mad at him for leaving you last minute like he did, so you made it a point to ignore all his attempts to talk to. You took a quick look at the top of the screen

‘Saturday. Thank fucking god’

You thought to yourself, happy that you didn’t have to make any type of effort today to be productive. Nothing sounded better than curling up in your puffy bed sheets and sleeping the day away. But to your surprise when you dragged your arms along the fabric it wasn’t puffy instead it was light and silky. The bed was decorated in a black silk duvet covers with dark grey silk sheets underneath. As you looked around you took note of the bare walls apart from the single college degree framed above the door, the furniture was dark and minimal— it was a man’s room…

Panic was already starting to set in as you wondered what had happened last night. Did you cheat on Natsuo? Had you been roofied? No you couldn’t have been your clothes were still intact??? It made your stomach turn thinking about the possibilities, but thinking was a waste of time if you were in danger it was in your best interest to act as soon as possible.

The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs sent you into fight mode. You’re head hurt too badly to use your quirk effectively so you had no choice but to look for a defense weapon, but there was nothing not even a sharpened pencil on the empty desk in the corner. With them only a few seconds away from the door you bet your safety all on your own strength and shot your best round house kick to the side of their face only for it to be blocked immediately.

Aizawa: “Take it easy…” he muttered. He bent over to pick up the to pick up the items he dropped while blocking your attack: a spare toothbrush, a clean t shirt , a green loofah, and a hair brush— presumably all for you.

Y/N: “Aizawa? Oh my god I-Im so sorry I didn’t realize it was you…”

Aizawa: “No need to apologize, I’d be the same if I woke up in another persons bedroom”, he handed you the toiletries, “the bathroom is down the hall to the left, you’re free to use whatever is in there.”

You nodded, not knowing what else to say you hurried to his bathroom to wash up and rinse the smell of liquor from your skin. You brushed your teeth and wiped the smudged mascara from your eyes before stepping in the large walk in shower. The hot steam from the shower and fresh air from the small bathroom window above you helped you sober up and relieve a bit of the headache. It gave you a brief moment to finally think clearly, suddenly you remembered EVERYTHING. You let out a small gasp at the thought of it all: the argument you and Aizawa had, the foul words you said to Hizashi, the two men, it was all still fuzzy but the pieces were slowly connecting and you sank against the wall in utter humiliation.

After your little self pity session you mustered the strength to leave to bathroom, throwing on the large oversized tee Aizawa had lended you and your pair of jeans from yesterday. You giggled after seeing it was a Gang Orca merch tee shirt, probably belonged to a cousin or nephew of his.

In the kitchen Aizawa was getting together a sad excuse of a breakfast for you; the bacon was burnt and the eggs over salted but he was putting his last efforts into making these blueberries pancakes he saw on Hizashis Pinterest board

Aizawa: “Damn it, was it supposed to be baking powder or baking sod—

Y/N: “morning”, you muttered softly, he turned around and felt the gravity around him stop working as he looked at you in his tee shirt hanging gently off your shoulder. His efforts to fight his feelings by giving you the least attractive shirt he were failing miserably. He turned around after bidding a small ‘morning’ to you, and returned back to his cooking. Breakfast was dead silent as you waited for your taxi.

Y/N: “Aizawa…did…did we fuck last night?”

His muscles tensed and his cheeks turned a pale red at the sudden question

Aizawa: “What?! No why would you ask that? I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Y/N: “Oh yeah, I forgot you hate me you’d never stoop so low to have sex with someone like me right?” You got up pushing the empty plate away from you

Aizawa: “No that’s not what I meant. I’ve never hated you Y/N!” he said maneuvering around the kitchen counter to catch you from walking out the door, “I’m sorry for everything, but if you just let me explain why I acted the way I did—

Y/N: “I’m putting in a request for a different mentor on Monday, I’ll be switching to Midnight or maybe Cementoss, so don’t even worry I won’t be your parasite anymore.” Your words left him with nothing to say, it’s not like he could convince you he thought otherwise when none of his actions showed that he respected or cared for you, “you won’t have to worry about me wasting anymore time and money, bye Aizawa…”

You opened the front door only to be met with a shorter woman with cyan hair and a nasty scowl plastered across her face that grew the more she looked at you

Y/N: “Your boyfriends a cunt.” You spat before finally leaving the complex, the sound of arguing coming from the apartment following immediately after…

“Y/N!! Y/N!! Y/N!! Y/N!!” Class 1A chanted as you took on another student in the combat training battles before heading to USJ.

It turns out transferring to another mentor is easier said than done especially when dealing with international students, so you had about a week before you could officially switch to Midnight. Making the most of it seemed like the best option. Before the transfer week ended you were able to patched things up with Hizashi in a two hour long crying session between the both of you, however, nothing changed between you and Aizawa. He made multiple attempts to apologize but it was no use, you avoided him everywhere: in class, in the hallways, in the break room and even in one on one training, you never said a word and only nodded when he gave you advice. Occasionally you’d catch him glance at you from his desk but your eyes never latched for more than a second before he returned back to his work. The both of your were strangers.

Y/N: “ There’s no shame in tapping out Bakugo! Our combat styles are wildly different, admit kid it you’re not winning this one!” he laughed as you locked him in with a double under hook

Bakugo: “RRRR SHUT UP YOU REJECT—“ you cut him off finishing with a power twist and slamming him into the mats, his face blushing beet red when you helped him to his feet

Mina: “Y/N THAT WAS SO FUCKIN AWESOME! YOU EVEN TOOK DOWN TODOROKI!”

Todoroki: “Yeah, maybe be a little less aggressive next time…”

Kirishima: “Alright alright move aside I’m fighting next!”

Y/N: “Maybe next time Kiri you guys should go get your hero suits on and get ready for your USJ training today! I’ll see you guys at lunch time!” You waved goodbye to the children

The next hour was peaceful you spent it with Hizashi tweaking some parts of your newhero suit. Your old on was admittedly, well, a hunk of shit. You put it together yourself in your college dorm since you couldn’t get help from your schools support department, obviously you were never meant to be a hero so in their eyes what was the point? So you took some skinny jeans and a sleeveless top and attached holsters to the side with fabric glue and gorilla glue to hold your weapons, but it was NOTHING in comparison to what Hatsume prepared. In as little as 2 hours she crafted a red and purple one piece suit with a voice mask to carry the sound of your quirk farther, it had a utility belt to hold one of your stun guns on each side and a small med kit in the front, and two back straps to hold your ninjatōs. It was the finest piece of hero material you’ve ever been given, but it needed some last touches…

Hizashi: “Who would ruin such a beautiful piece of metal like that?! Who even is Jaylen?” He asked as he watched you carve into the side of your sword

Y/N: “He’s my…he was my big brother. I always put his name on my material to honor him” You muttered in response

Hizashi: “Oh I-I’m so sorry…I couldn’t imagine how it feels to lose a sibling. Losing him must have been like losing a part of yourself.” He sunk into his seat embarrassed by his poor manners

Y/N: “For someone who’s never experienced it you explained the feeling pretty well” you chuckled lightly while finishing up the last letter, “there must be some skeletons in your closet too huh?”

Hizashi: “Something like that…”

Y/N: “WHAT?! HIZASHI WERE ON FIRST NAME BASIS NOW YOU CANT CLIFFHANGER ME LIKE THAT!” You flailed like a child having an episode

Hizashi: “PAYBACKS A BITCH Y/N!!” You both cackled before hearing an urgent knock on his classroom door. If you had known what the emergency was you wouldn’t have taken so long to answer it.

Y/N: “Iida? Oh my god are you okay?! Your sweating like a dog!!”

Iida: “MISS Y/N…THE USJ…VILLAINS ARE ATTACKING THE USJ!!” He yelled in between violent huffs

You felt your body go numb and hot at the same time.

This isn’t real? This isn’t happening right now is it? You thought to yourself

But it was. All the teachers racing to the USJ center, Hizashi motioning you to get your hero suit on, Nezu staying behind and comforting the other students while Recovery girl called the police. It was all real, and you were right in the middle of it running right along side them to fight an enemy you knew nothing about.

Please be okay, don’t you dare fucking die you mangy haired idiot. I still need to give you your shirt back, I still need to show you how wrong you were about me!

I still need the chance to make you proud even if I hate it!

Just stay alive!

Your thoughts moved too fast for you too keep up with, then silenced at the sight. Everything was destroyed, students hurt and screaming, a monster…towering over Aizawas crushed body.

Y/N: “What the hell is that Hizashi?”

Hizashi: “…It’s a Nomu.”

All characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi. Story belongs to @nonbinaryeggrolls do not steal

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

Hia I hope you’re doing alright I haven’t seen a whole lot of you recently and wanted to know if you’re doing ok. I hope you have the amazing day you deserve! Also can’t wait for chapter three of your aizawa fic

Howdy friend! First off i appreciate you showing concern for me it warms my heart ♥️. Lately I’ve been under a lot of stress with college courses, work, and the stress of trying to find a new roommate so unfortunately i havent been able to spend much time on my stories, but thankfully things have been getting a little easier and ill be on summer break soon so i can guarantee you all Nephophilia will continue! :) Thank you for checking in hun, and thank you to all you lovely critters who enjoy reading my stories ♥️

- annie 🌱

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

Hey, I just finished reading chapter 2 of your Aizawa fic and I was wondering if there will be a chapter 3? I don’t mean to pressure you, just curious. I hope you’re doing well. The series is so good already!!!

Hey love! Thanks for reading my story I’m glad you like it, chapter 3 will be out Monday!😋🧡

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

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[nonbinaryeggrolls]

Hi there! I love your work Nephophilia. I'm still reading chapter two but I'm in love with it. I made an oopsie, I was mid chapter when I was like, let me add this to my favorites and got lost and saw an excerpt that talked about being reincarnated as a jellyfish.

I didn't get to finish it but, it made a huge impact because I love jellyfish, and when I finish the chapter I will gush more about it.

Howdy 👋 Thanks so much for the kind words I’m so glad you like the story so far! I also love jellyfish which is what made it so fun to write about. I hope you enjoy the rest of Chapter 2, Chapter 3 is on the way!😋🌟