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lymmsweb · 11 months

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You call the shots babe, i just wanna be yours

🕷pairing : miguel o’hara x spider!reader

🕷word count : 1199

🕷tags : mutual pining, makeout session, slight angst

🕷summary : Miguel needs a quick break, you’re the only one that can get him to get a breath of fresh air.

Miguel had been cooped up in his office at the Spider HQ reviewing reports on potential threats to the multiverse, he had a admirable work ethic that was near impossible to break him out of, that was one of the traits many respected him for. Bags were starting to form under his eyes as the silence of the night filled the air until Lyla would chime in a statistic or overview, he paid no mind to his slight fatigue and continued typing and swiping away at the holographic screens. Lost in thought he didn’t hear your soft footsteps become louder and close in on him, a warm coffee filled mug you had made him was slightly burning your fingertips as you held onto it.

“Miguel?” you called out to him, making him smile to himself at the sound of your voice. He stopped what he was reading, turning around to look at you.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned with concern, no malice laced in his tone “It’s so late.” He took you in, the way your hair was ruffled just the right amount, the way the moonlit night casted blue shadows on your best features and how you always greeted him with a smile.

You handed him the mug, his eyes lighting up as his fingers touched yours momentarily “You’ve been in here all day, I haven’t seen you at all!” A bittersweet feeling dried up his mouth, he was glad you thought of him but he felt like he should push you away as to avoid heartbreak, he knew that most of the time in every dimension Spiderman’s love life was a cruel joke.

“I’ve been working.” he brought the mug to his lips taking a sip of the coffee, not once breaking eye contact “Thanks.” He grimaced slightly, he hated coffee though he’d never tell you that.

“Take a break Mi-” you tried to reason

“I’ve got too much work.” he tried to make any excuse as to not give in

“Please?’ you leaned closer to him, inviting and tempting him. He stared hard. His heart beat in a frenzy, he heard how the pulse quickened in his ears yet his poker face wasn’t even slightly cracking. His mind raced from all the different outcomes that you could tangle him in or, all the situations he had to untangle in his work, his inhibition slowly crumbling away every second he felt your warmth radiating into him.

“Please.” you softly pleaded placing your hand on his wrist, sending electrical like shocks to him that make a shiver run down his spine. He finally felt how his eyes ached, his head hurt and his suit felt unbearingly uncomfortable.

“Fine, fine you win,” he took another sip of the drink, resisting the urge to gag “where do you want to go?”

You let him go and pondered for a bit, nothing would be open at these late hours and he desperately needed an escape from the stuffy air indoors. “We could climb to the roof?” you suggested, he simply gave you a curt nod and you two started walking through the long passageways of the HQ in a comfortable silence. Almost no one was there at the time, only a handful of Spider-people stayed to catch up with old friends.By the time you two made it outside he had already finished the drink you gave him, placing it on a random table you two passed by.

“See how good the air feels?” you exclaimed, sticking to the side of the building by your feet and started to walk up it as if gravity did not apply to you. He watched you, your hair drooped down exposing more of your features, the carefree way you carried yourself and how much his heart burned with passion. Once you were a couple meters above him he jumped up too, right alongside you. He straightened his back as he matched your pace, his eyes staring blankly at the moon and stars that shon brightly whilst the air started to freshen his mind up. All that could be heard was the sound of cars drifting by as if they were in no rush, the apartments surrounding the tall building had some rooms illuminated in bright colours, adding a sense of personality to the charming view.

“Thanks.” he glanced over to you, trying his best to be sneaky.

“For what?” you looked over to him, he was staring at you like he was star struck. Miguel’s eyes wandered to your lips, eyes and blushed cheeks as every syllable escaped your mouth.

“I never realized how beautiful…” he hesitated, unsure of what would spill out of his mouth “Nueva York is at night.” A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he finished his statement, he couldn’t care less on what Nueva York looked like. Breaking away from his gaze you looked around, the ground looked so far away that cars looked like small insects passing by in an orderly line. All the stars illuminated you two and the building you were scaling, only a couple meters from the very top a rush of excitement passed over you. You responded to him with a small noise of agreement as you finally made it to the top. Sitting down as you looked at the city he fought so hard to protect, he sat down with you too, shoulders touching each other without either of you saying a word. His muscles relaxed into your touch. Each breath he took the fatigue was slowly catching up to him.

“Por dios it’s been ages since i’ve felt like this.” he shifted his leg so it was pressed up against yours whilst he fiddled with his fingers

“You need,” looking over to him your faces were mere inches apart, he never once stopped looking at you. His lips were parted showing just the tip of his fangs, his breath smelt like black coffee and his red eyes were mixing beautifully with the blue hues of the night. His suit retracted just so his bare hands were on display, bringing them to your lips and gently felt your lips “a break.” you breathlessly finished your sentence just before he closed the distance, his chapped lips gracefully glided against yours whilst his hands held your jaw in place. He turned his body to lean into the kiss more, effectively shielding you from the cool air as he covered you with his body. your hands roamed from his waist all the way up to his hair, slightly tugging it which drove him crazy. A sudden feeling of hunger took control over him, he roughly deepened the kiss as his hands started to push you into him from the nape of your neck. His fangs slightly nicked your tongue which resulted in a faint metallic taste mixed with your saliva. The lack of air was making your lungs scream for oxygen. Placing your hands on his chest you firmly pushed him signaling him to stop which he understood almost immediately, both of you were left breathless afterwards, panting and smiling as you two just looked at each other.

“Guess i should take more breaks?”

a/n: Por dios - For god’s sake. I got the title from this song! Any criticism is welcome and i didnt proofread too in depth:) Also huge brainrot for this himbo

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yutas-girlfriend · 8 months

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megumi x reader oneshot

you and megumi get into an argument about your safety.

warnings: nothing too nsfw, makeout, yelling

looking him dead in the eyes, without a hint of hesitation, you notice his eyes flare like a fire being fed with gasoline. his jaw clenches and he swiftly grabs your wrist urgently and begins stomping away. a look of confusion and excitement spreads accross your face as the rest of the group begins to chatter once more.

you’ve always known how to press megumis buttons. hes an easy target, practically anything can annoy him to the point of snapping, and you fed off it. you were an excellent fighter both physically and with words, and so was megumi. you fought day in and day out since your return to jujutsu tech, but this was different. this was not a normal friend fight. the only thing you didn’t enjoy arguing about was your safety. he was no saint, definitely a rule breaker, but not in a way that would jeopardize his ability to see you again. you on the other hand, were a rule breaker without many boundaries. you often found yourselves fighting about the situations you got yourself into, and the possible danger.

he dragged you into the nearest classroom and sat down on one of the few desks. it was dark, with only the sunset shining through the windows. you wanted to get this over with, it was getting late now. you begin rubbing your temples, as he exhales sharply.

“i just dont want you to get hurt. you have to understand where im coming from, don’t you?“ he says sharply, looking at your face once more.

“i never said i didn’t understand, but i’m fine. i always am. name one time i’ve been seriously hurt.” the words sting as they come out of your mouth. you already know whats coming next. he huffs, and a small sarcastic chuckle leaves him.

“name one? just one fucking time of the hundreds youve been seriously injured? are you kidding me?” he begins standing and walking towards you, stopping a few inches from your face. “i didnt see you for months because you went on that stupid mission that almost got you killed! ” he says loudly. “what about the time you decided to be a hero and go back for that woman? or the time you jumped in front of me? you are lucky to be alive.” he says pointing at you as he stares daggers into your eyes. you’re no pussy, so you stand staring back at him, not breaking eye contact for a second. he’s breathing heavily, his arms hanging loosely. your pissed, but even when the rage he fuels you with is flowing in your veins, you have to admit hes beautiful. he has a tall, slender but purely muscular frame. his jet black hair is messy but purposely, it sits softly framing his face. his bright eyes gleam in the sun light, as the bright beams bounce around the room, reflecting off the perfectly polished button on his jacket. but by far, one of his best features, were his lips. never dry, always perfectly plump and a soft pink colour, even though he bit them when he was angry, uncomfortable or nervous. you allow yourself a swift momentary glance at his lips. his breathing hitches for a moment. shit. he noticed. he looks at yours. shit. hes still breathing as if hes angry, the rage from before still sitting with you both. you continue breathing heavily and staring at each other, but the anger is slowly fading. it seems to be replaced by something else, something deeper. lust?

in the blink of an eye, he grips your face from above as he steps forwards and kisses you roughly. you grip the sides of his neck as you continue. he moves his hands slowly downward to your hips as you press yourself to his chest. you pull closer and suck his lip gently, clearly igniting something within him. you place your leg upwards towards his hip as he moves his hands to your thighs, lifting you up and onto the counter by the wall. he moves his hands to your hips and pulling you closer to him. you grab his hair in your hand, pulling his face as close as it could possibly be to your own. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull his hips against your own. he kisses you harder, and you let out a small hum at the feeling.

suddenly, he pulls his mouth from yours, a string of saliva between you. he looks drunk, eyes droopy and hair messy. he kisses you one more, but softer, much more tender this time. he holds your face in his hands and you place your own over top. he pulls away once more and rests his forehead against your own. “please be careful,” he mumbles, placing his face in the crook of your neck. your hands find his again, and you turn your head slightly so he can hear. “i’ll try,” you say quietly back.

he lets out a sigh of relief.

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