#y/n fanfic

[m4ttslvr]

Never Enough

rough sub!chris x fem!reader

one shot: where Chris fucked you senseless last night yet he can’t get enough, so when you wake up to him touching himself in the morning, you decide to help him out

warnings: short smut, riding, marking, spanking, cumslut, hair pulling, wrist restriction, pet names

Chris pov

She laid there sleeping peacefully with her back towards me while my cock was painfully hard, tenting the sheets.

I couldn’t help it— knowing y/n was laying naked inches away from me, in my own bed. It was driving me crazy.

We had just fucked all night last night and that was the best pussy I’ve ever had. Her taste, her wetness, her tightness, her sweet sweet noises— my dick twitched.

I looked over at her while I reached down to touch myself, biting my lip to keep quiet. My movement made the sheets fall off her frame, exposing her delicate curves for me to admire.

I’m fighting for my life to keep my eyes from rolling back since I couldn’t help but stroke myself incredibly fast at the sight of her.

I had completely exhausted her last night having overstimulated her ntil she couldn’t take it anymore, so I felt bad waking her only a few hours into the night. But her bare ass was right there and I couldn’t help but moan remembering how that ass was up in the air for me to pound at last night.

My noises made her shift but I couldn’t stop touching myself now, with the memory of her on all fours arching her back to take my entire cock replaying in my head. My movements were shaking the bed and I was panting hard through my nose.

She turned around, squinting her eyes at me, trying to adjust her vision in the dim morning light of the room. “Ch–Chris?” her voice was low and croaky— it was so fucking sexy it made my dick twitch in my hand.

Her eyes widened at the sight of what I was doing. I was no longer trying to be quiet so there was no mistaking what I was doing.

Y/n’s pov

You woke up to the bed shaking underneath you. You barely had the strength to turn around, your body spent from last night. You called out for Chris while your vision adjusted and your foggy brain finally processed that Chris was moaning and panting right next to you.

Your eyes widened, now fully awake, when you saw his hand moving fast under the sheets. Your heart instantly started racing at the sight of Chris touching himself, his toned stomach clenched and sweaty. His hair messy and his cheeks tinted pink. He was moaning and whimpering loudly now that you were awake, the noises he was making causing you to stutter.

“Ch-Chris” you repeated, just to say something.

His strokes sped up and his head fell back against the pillow in pleasure, “mmm— keep saying my name like that baby, please”

His voice was high and needy, it made your head dizzy and your pussy wet. You fully turn towards him and you can see his eyes dart down to your tits. You lick your lips before repeating his name again.

“Fuck yes, so sexy baby— fuck” his voice kept getting louder, you could tell he was getting close to his orgasm. The movement of his fist on his dick made the sheets fall off of him, exposing his red veiny cock. That cock you absolutely loved and went absolutely feral for.

You instantly started salivating at the sight, your hips involuntarily grinding against the sheets that were now soaked underneath you.

You reach for his free hand that had been gripping the sheets and bring it over to your breast, your hard nipples craving contact. Chris wasted no time gripping hard, making you wince. His other hand maintained a fast pace on his cock that was now leaking with precum.

“Oh Chris, you’re just never satisfied are you? Always needing more— that filthy cock of yours always getting hard around me, huh?” you started, getting on your knees to straddle him. The contact of your warm thighs on his cold ones causing you both to hiss.

“Isn’t that right Chris?” you asked innocently, making sure to repeat his name, knowing he loved the way you said it. And it was evident by the way his gripped himself harder, his knuckles white and his face scrunched in pleasure.

“Can’t help it baby” he panted, struggling to maintain his dark blue eyes on yours. “Need it all the time” his voice was shaky and weak. “Need you all the time”

“Then have me Chris” you said, snatching his hand from his cock and placing it on your other breast, the precum on it rubbing against your nipple making your head fall back. His mouth opened with excitement and he licked his bottom lip, while nodding like a hungry dog.

“Yes please, yes” he begged under you, his voice whiny. It made you smile, loving how unafraid he always was of being vocal about what how much he wanted you. “Need that perfect pussy of yours around my cock so bad”

You were blushing while you aligned his cock with your entrance and slammed down, bouncing on him at the same pace he had been pumping himself, determined to fuck him senseless.

You both moaned out a string of curses as you felt his cock hit deep inside of you, your walls instantly clenching around his thickness. It was euphoric, the bit of pain of him stretching you combined with the incredible pleasure of it.

Your juices were spilling out of you with each bounce, coating his cock and balls in them. Each time you slammed down the slapping noises were loud and wet. His hold on your tits tightened and his head thrown back and his mouth open in pleasure. The sight of him coming undone underneath you encouraged you to maintain this fast pace and you ignored the ache in your thighs.

Chris had just fucked your brains out only a few hours ago yet the pleasure of his cock filling you up like nobody else has was too good and too addictive. You wanted it all the time too.

Your muscles were sore, your skin already peppered in hickeys and bruises, there was dry cum on your belly, and your lips were swollen, Chris having abused your body all the way last night. Still, you didn’t care— you both simply couldn’t get enough of each other.

“‘m not gonna last babe” Chris whined underneath you. “fucking me so good”

“It’s ok Chris, cum in me whenever” you panted, your thighs burning. “This pussy’s all yours” you clenched around him swiveling your hips in small circles and wrapped your hands around his neck, just the way he likes it.

His eyes rolled back into his head and you couldn’t help but throw your own head back. The feeling of his cock filling you up and the swivel of your hips causing your clit to rub against his groin was all too pleasurable.

He slapped your ass, causing you to jump and snap out of the trance you were in. His eyes were on yours, begging for you to bounce on him. You regained your pace, holding on to his chest for balance.

Chris gripped your hips hard as he thrust up into your pussy, chasing his high. You moan loudly at the sensation and fall forward onto him, gripping the sheets on either side of his head.

His hands snaked up to your back, sliding up your curves. He wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you in place, while his other hand gripped your hair, tugging at it. “tired princess?”

You were now the one that couldn’t for coherent sentences— hell you could barely form coherent thoughts. You just whined hoping it was a good enough reply for him.

His thrusts were hard and fast, each time the leaking tip of his cock hitting the sensitive spot inside you just right. Your body heat from both of radiating hot waves, making the room steam.

Your arms were shaking with exhaustion now, the physicality of it getting to you. Chris’s pounding was relentless though and you were taking it all so well. He could tell you were exhausted, so he grabbed your shaky arms and held them behind your back in on grip.

“My sweet girl, always so good to me” Chris praised in your ear, you were now close to cumming. You were probably going to cum before him if he kept thrusting this deep into you, while holding your body in place like this. “Taking my cock so good baby, cum with me please. I want you to cum with me”

You could only make a noise of agreement and nod your head in his shoulder. He’d normally make you voice your thoughts but right now he was being easy on you, given that he was the one who initiated this by touching himself— you were only being a good girlfriend and helping him out.

His last few thrusts were sloppy but effective and he had you cumming all over his cock, your pussy clenching and unclenching with the waves of pleasure washing over you. Your hands gripped his hair hard. His praises and curses sounded far away to you now since your orgasm made your ears muffled and your brain foggy.

Nevertheless, you could feel Chris cumming inside of you a couple thrusts after you. He bit down on your shoulder and grunted loudly. The feeling of his hot load filling you up inside was always the part that made your body spasm and your legs give out.

He rode out both of your orgasms with small slow thrust while you came down from your highs. Your body draped on top of his and you made no effort to get off of him since you knew he liked to stay inside you after. Plus you couldn’t move even if you wanted to.

You could feel Chris petting your hair and leaving sweet kisses on your temple. He mumbled sweet words into your ear as you drifted off to sleep, content that you helped your boyfriend out instead of him having to do it himself. You would deal with your aching muscles and sore body tomorrow, right now everything was perfect.

*masterlist

a/n: heyyy yall i’m baaack ahaa haa.. i was totally not fighting writers block! me??? neverrr. ANYWAY, is it just me or has Chris been the hottest most sexiest little slut lately? I cannot get him out of my head ESPECIALLY AFTER THAT MIRROR PIC IN HIS HEART BOXERS LIKE— 🛐

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#chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fandom #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #one shot #stromboli #chrispy #y/n #y/n smut #y/n fanfic #yes yes yes

[lookingformoondrop]

OMG FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WRITES ABT THE COFFIN OF ANDY AND LEYLEY AAA

Honestly I'd take any writing about Andy LMFAO whatever you want to write, I'd just love to read something, be it headcanons or some short story <3

Absolutely! I was shocked when I tried finding content for TCOAAL, and there was none💀. For the sake of fluff Andy, the reader is the closest thing Andy has to a sister!

*Leyley doesn't exist*

P.S. Hopefully, this isn't OOC. This is also not proofread, so

I hope these meet your expectations <3

Andrew Graves x female best friend! Reader

TW: Everyone has a filthy mouth (swearing)... N/M = Nickname ♡

♡925 WORDS♡

Ever since Andrew was a kid, he was treated more as his parent's friend than their kid.

This often meant that Andrew was forced to miss out on childish routines like throwing a tantrum, making a mess, having fun the loud way, and making mistakes, simply because "he was so easy."

If he were to add to his parents' load of problems, he wouldn't be able to live with himself, let alone sleep.

But that was all before he met you.

Every Friday, Mrs. Graves would give Andrew money to go on a snack run for the weekend.

But no matter what he did, no matter when or how he entered the grocery store, this little girl (no less than five) would terrorize Andrew.

"She's so annoying, mom! She always snatches the snacks I go for and then bolts for the next aisle. Then she just giggles and runs away with MY TOMATO SOUP."

Mrs. Graves sighed and turned around to face her son, "Andrew, just because a little five year old girl is taking some of the same snacks as you DOES NOT MEAN I am letting you shop at a different store! 'Shop Shop Shop and Shop, with more Shop' is the best for low-deals and prices. Please don't be difficult."

With no other choices, Andrew was forced to continue shopping.

Every week, she did the same thing. She'd sneak up behind him when he wasn't paying attention. She'd snatch the poor snack out of Andrew's hand and would bolt out of the aisle.

And everytime she did this, Andrew would grow angrier and angrier.

Finally, when the little girl stole the hundredth can of soup from his hand, Andrew turned around and grabbed the little girl's hair.

"AHH! Get off of me asshole!"

"You little shit! Give me that can back!"

They'd fight over the can of soup in the middle of the aisle for the next 10 minutes before the store owner kicked them out for "public disturbances."

Now, without his can of soup, sitting at the curb outside the store, with new bite marks along his arm, Andrew was more pissed than ever.

"What the hell is your problem? Do you just find malicious torment funny, you borderline psycho?"

Andrew turned towards the girl. She turned her smile towards Andrew, "Nah, just you."

Annoyed and exhausted, he put his face in his hands.

She thought for a moment , "No one plays with me, so I figured I should play with someone who looked as miserable as me."

Andrew looked at her through his fingers, "What about me screamed misery?"

She put a finger on her bottom lip, deep in thought, "You just have this face,"

Andrew scoffed at the girl, burying his face in his knees. She giggled.

"You just naturally look like an asshole"

"Watch your language, you fucking shit!"

Andrew went to grab the girls hair, "You dont even know my name, and yet you're calling me an asshole!? No wonder you dont have any friends."

She slapped Andrew's hand before it could reach her, "Well, what's your name?"

Andrew hesitated, "It's...Andrew Graves. What's yours?"

The little girl smiled, "Y/N L/N, your new best friend, Aaaaandy."

Andrew sat lazily with Y/N, laying on his lap. He cringed when he thought about their first meeting.

Of all the things they could've fought about, it was a can of soup... God, they're fucking stupid.

Since that day, Y/N would beg Andrew for attention and fun. She'd stalk him when he was out and about and would drag him away from any errands he was requested to run on.

"Leave me alone, N/M"

"Make me~"

"Please?"

"Lame. Now I have to come with you! With that bitch ass attitude you'll get beat up."

"Great."

And when Andrew accidentally reveal his address? Andrew was permanently stuck with Y/N.

Every Friday, she'd follow Andrew home, and even when Mr. and Mrs. Graves questioned the foul-mouth girl Andrew would never offer an explanation better than, "Some stray I picked up that won't let go. I have to keep her."

"Aaaaandyyy, can you change the channel? I don't want to lift my eyelids."

Andrew sighed, "The remote is right by your leg, dumbass"

"So?" She scoffed, "reach it for me."

"It's closer to you than it is to me!"

"Andy change the goddamn channel!"

"i'm not getting up just because your ass wants to be lazy!"

"ANDREW"

"Y/N"

Even if that meant pissing each other off with meanless schemes.

Despite their bickering that has made local pedestrians' ears bleed, they still were there for each other in everything.

"Whatever, you dumb bastard," Y/N mumbled to herself.

Andrew played with Y/N's hair as he stared at the mindless TV.

"Veronica Steveson asked me out to the date."

"Aw, poor hussy"

"Ouch, you think so lowly of me?"

"No, I just assumed you said no," Y/N continued to watch the TV.

"Why would I...?" Before Andrew could finish his sentence, Y/N sat up and stared at him with intense eyes.

"Do you like her?"

"W- Well no, but it's not like any other girls are crawling to date me"

Y/N scoffed at Andrew, flicking his forehead, "That's because you're stupid to notice."

She laid back down on his lap, and Andrew secretly smiled to himself. "So...who aren't I noticing?"

"Your mom."

"Y/N GROSS!"

And even if no one admitted it out loud, and even if you blushed one too many times around each other, you belonged with each other.

"But seriously, Andy, pass me the remote"

"Eat shit, N/M"

Thank you for the ask <3

#the coffin of andy and leyley #andrew graves #andrew graves x reader #andy graves #andy graves x reader #x reader #y/n #y/n fanfic #headcanons #drabble #cussing #dem kids swear up and down #tw swearing #ooc #maybe idk #ughhhh #sorry

[greykolla-art]

I’ve been reading Solar Lunacy by @bamsara

Never really read a Y/N fanfic, it’s usually not my cup of tea. But this one is really fun!

Think I just had to embrace the self indulgence, and I like drawing myself. 😂

And boy, the fnaf fandom, I haven’t been here in years. Good to see you kids are still having fun!

I just came back cause I heard you have a Big Clown now. 🤡

#grey art #fan art #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #security breach fanart #solar lunacy #y/n fanfic #sundrop #sun fnaf #moondrop #moon fnaf #sun and moon fnaf #fanfic fanart

[cilliansdove]

PICK UP || tommy shelby oneshot

pairings: tommy shelby x fem!reader

warnings: fluff x angst

word count: 2304

summary: nobody answers tommy’s call late at night. Apart from one person.

a/n: This is my writing and I take full credit for it so please do not copy x paste/rewrite the writing. You may repost/like/comment etc. Enjoy reading!!

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Studying again.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had gotten a good nights rest because of studying.

It would be worth it though, for that fucking doctors degree.

Doctor y/l/n.

The phone rang, causing me to snap out of my haze, “Hello?”

There was a silence on the other line.

“Hello? Who is this?” I questioned.

Considering how late it was, it was odd for the phone to go off.

Although silent, I could hear someone exhaling from the other line.

As I was about to hang up, they spoke gruffly, “It’s me, Tommy.”

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice.

As kids, we were close. So very close with one another. But when the war came about we drifted and his return home just made matters worse.

He was quiet. Like the boy he was when he got told off, he was quiet.

“Is everything okay, Tommy? It’s awfully late, shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“I don’t sleep,” he sighed, “As for you, I should be asking the same question.”

“I’m studying.”

The line went quiet. Again.

“I take it you still want to be a doctor then, ay?” He smiled briefly.

I hummed, “Yeah, I do,” I shifted in my desk chair and rested my head on the back of the chair, “What’s the matter then, Tom?”

I hadn’t called him Tom in so many years. It was nice to hear his voice, I will admit, but I was convinced there was a reason he called.

“Just wanted someone to pick up the phone. You’re the only one who did.”

My heart dropped slightly and I frowned, “Where are you, Tommy?”

“In my house. Arrow House.”

Of course. I smiled to myself. He had done well for himself.

I wasn’t at all surprised that he lived there. I suppose he did deserve it after all.

“Y/n/n?” He called out.

“Yes, Tom?”

I waited for what he was going to say.

“Come over?”

Shaking my head I rested my pen on the table, “It’s late Tommy, you should go to-”

“Please, Y/n,” he begged, “Please.”

Reluctantly I agreed and made my way to his house swiftly.

I was lucky. The streets were empty as were the country roads. I dragged my feet all the way to his front door and knocked twice.

Tommy opened the door. He looked awful. But he took my long coat and hung it on the rack regardless.

I only wore my night slip underneath, however, it wasn’t see-through and it was also long, like my coat was.

When I walked through the door he practically fell into my arms and buried his head into my neck.

Scared, I just decided to hold him and stroke the ends of his hair whilst rocking the both of us back and forth.

He grumbled softly, “I missed you.”

Tommy moved his head to look down at me. I wasn’t intimidated by his presence one bit.

Yes, he was the Thomas Shelby. However, to me, he was just simple old Tommy.

My Tommy.

Holding his hand I told him politely, “Talk to me.”

Slowly, he dragged us up the stairs of his home and into his grand bedroom where he sat down on the edge of his bed and made me stand.

In search of comfort, he wrapped his arms around my waist gently and I chose to bury my hands in his short hair.

I was glad to be wearing a night slip that covered all of me from neck to feet.

“My wife, Grace. Those bastards, “he paused, “Those fucking bastards, killed her, Y/n.”

My heart broke for him. Tommy didn’t deserve what had happened to him. Not one bit.

I felt a tear slip through my clothing, dampening it. But I didn’t care, not one part of me cared. Because he was crying. And Tommy didn’t cry. Ever.

“Hey,” I cooed, “It’s alright, Tom…it’s okay, shh….”

I gently rubbed the back of his neck and his shoulders slightly, trying to release the tension in them.

He lifted his face up from my waist and looked at me with such sadness.

“Lay down with me,” he begged.

I shook my head, “Tommy I can’t…I shouldn’t even be here.”

“Do you have someone, Y/n?”

The question took me by surprise.

“No. I don’t.” I looked down at the ground. At the grand age of nearly thirty, it was embarrassing for me to not be wed.

I was a few years younger than Tommy, and Aunt Polly had always guessed I’d grow closer with John due to the closeness in age.

And yes, both him and I are close. However, my bond with Thomas was one no other could compete with.

“Then lay with me, Y/n/n, please.”

I couldn’t cope with the eyes he gave me, and so I did as he pleased.

His body was completely tucked into my side as he grabbed my hips and breathed my scent in.

I tried talking to him with words as well as my presence, “You do your best, Tom. Your always there for your family, but they’re never there when you need them. I don’t get it.”

He gripped me just that little bit tighter, “But you are,” he looked up again, “You’re always there. I haven’t seen you for years but you answered the phone and you’re here now. I don’t get it.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and simply told him the truth, “I have and always will love you, Thomas. Since I was twelve years old and you were fourteen, nearly fifteen, I think I’ve always loved you since. So yes, I came here when you asked. And yes I answered the phone. But I came here, because I never stopped loving you.”

A tear slid down my face and I was confused because I didn’t even understand why I was crying.

Tommy pushed himself off of me and sat up on the pillows. He was the same level as me now, but he gestured it was my turn for some comfort.

“I know you want to, Y/n,” he smiled, “Go on.”

I sobbed and moved my body down to rest on his chest. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing and I gripped his shirt whilst my leg hung loosely against his thigh.

I felt Tommy’s fingers tangle in my hair as his other hand rubbed my thigh gently. Then I felt it had moved to my lower back, and then to the curve of my arse.

His breathing was like a favourite song of mine. I could listen to it over and over and over yet I would never grow tired of it. It would lull me to sleep, but also make me feel so alive and comfortable at the same time. Like a blanket that wrapped itself around me and I didn’t need to do anything apart from cuddling myself closer into it.

And I did. I held myself closer to Tommy than ever before. And whilst my lips lay so close to the pulsing of his neck, I couldn’t bare to push them closer to his skin, for it would be a sin.

But I could feel his fingers, they weren’t moving now. They just held still on the curve. He was waiting.

For me.

Waiting for me…

He was like a drug to me, I couldn’t get enough. And the urge was overwhelming my senses and before I knew it my lips touched the skin of his neck. And then my tongue.

Before I realised, I was now laying on my back with his mouth against mine, melting and moving so gently against one another.

I pushed my hand against his chest in order to push him off but he grunted.

“Don’t push me away.”

I didn’t know how to respond.

I loved Tommy, but this wasn’t right. He was upset. I was upset.

“Tom, no,” I pushed him away again, “Stop,” I whispered.

He lifted himself off of me and moved his legs over the bed facing his back to me.

Fuck sakes.

“You don’t want me?” He asked.

Shaking my head, I sat up and knelt over to where he was sat, and trailed my lips up from his neck, to his earlobe.

“I’ve always wanted you…but not tonight. It’s not right to do this, now.”

He stood up and faced me, “Why not!?”

His impatience turned to anger and I frowned at him, “Tommy you need to take a breath.”

His breathing wouldn’t slow down and I stood up rapidly to hold him before he got any worse.

Tommy’s knees were buckling and he took us both straight to the floor, I was kneeling as his head was flat on my lap with his tears sinking into my slip again.

“Shhh…Tommy,” I whispered out, “It’s okay but you need to calm down now. I’m just trying to help you.”

Once I heard his breathing slow again, I pulled him up, “C’mon. You need to sleep.”

It was evident in his eyes that he was craving rest. And a long one at that.

I sat him on the edge of his bed and began to unbutton his crumpled shirt.

His bare chest was on show and I couldn’t help but stare.

“You like what you see?” He teased.

I slapped his shoulder gently, “Shut up,” I tried to hide my smile but it caved through. He smiled back at me.

Again, he stood up.

But he took both my hands and placed them behind his neck, and lifted me to stand on his toes.

“What’re you doing, Tommy?” I squealed.

“You’re not a very good dancer, Love. So I thought I’d help you out, ay.”

His hands trailed on my waist as he began to move his feet, swaying us and making me laugh.

“I could never get tired of hearing you laugh, Y/n,” he stated.

I smiled into his chest and traced the tattoo on his shoulder.

He put me down back onto my own feet again and I looked up at him tiredly.

“You’re tired,” he frowned.

I yawned in response and just continued to rest my head against him ,”Mhm…”

“You’re not going back home, Y/n. Not at this hour and especially not on your own.”

We stared at each other in silence but one of my straps fell of my shoulder.

The both of us went to lift it back up, making our hands touch.

I gasped at the contact even though we were kissing just mere seconds ago.

I moved my hand away however and he chose to lift my strap back up.

Too tired to walk, Tommy picked me up bridal-style and placed me under the duvet.

I smiled tiredly up at him, “I don’t want to be a burden, Tommy. Where will you sleep?”

“On the sofa, downstairs,” he leant down to kiss my forehead.

I felt his lips kiss the skin of my head and my cheeks warmed, “And you’ll never be a burden to me.”

He went to walk away but I couldn’t help myself. I sat up again, using my strength to, and grabbed his hand.

“I just tucked you into bed, silly.”

“Stay. It’s bad enough that I’m sleeping in your bed, Tommy. Please…stay,” I shrugged.

Giving in, he stayed.

I turned away out of politeness so he could dress into his nightwear, which were just a pair of boxer shorts, and he finally came into bed with me.

My head lulled forward as my eyes were closing quickly.

Holding my figure, Tommy lifted up my chin so I would look at him, “Come here, Love.”

He lay down and brought me with him, pulling my head down to his chest again.

As if it was natural to him, his fingers waved their way back into my hair, massaging the roots of my scalp making me more tired than before.

“Stop fighting sleep, Y/n. Just rest,” Tommy continued to massage my scalp, “I’ll still be here when you wake.”

“Promise me?” I asked tiredly.

“Promise.”

I leant up a final time to kiss his cheek. My lips lingered there a second too long as I could feel his lips slowly meet mine in a slow and loving kiss.

I moved both my legs so they would rest on each side of his, and ground my hips down, not meaning to push his cock.

He groaned into my mouth, “Not now, Y/n, you’re tired.”

“I know.”

We pulled apart and rested our foreheads together.

“I should’ve told you years ago that I loved you, Y/n. And I’m sorry I left after the war. Left you. But I just assumed that’s what was best.”

I smiled sympathetically, “It’s okay, Tom,” I kissed him again, “I understood. At the time maybe I didn’t, but I did after awhile. And I was fine with it. But I can’t leave you again, Tom. You can’t leave me.”

I began to cry again, and he stilled.

Pushing the hair out my face, he kissed me promisingly, “I would never leave you again, Love. If I can promise you one thing, it’s that.”

Tommy lay me down once and for all and rubbed my back as I was on my side.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too.”

My eyes closed slowly as I drifted into a sleep, resting against the man I loved.

What I didn’t expect, was when I woke, he was still there, but sleeping. Fast asleep.

I’d never seen him look so at peace.

Deciding to let him rest, I too, fell asleep again, to the sound of his soft snores and the call of wood pigeons.

#sad imagines #oneshot #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #fem reader #john shelby #peaky blinder fanfic #polly gray #tommy shelby x fem!reader #y/n fanfic #light angst #nighttime #imagine #peaky blinder imagine #tumblrpost

[mcuynfluffwriter]

Panic - Bucky X y/n short

y/n= your name, as I’m sure you all know. Y/e/c is your eye colour, y/h/c your hair colour, you know the drill:)

warnings: fluff. So so much fluff. Also a panic attack but mostly fluff. (That’s a lie) (kind of)

contains: Bucky X fem!reader, a panic attack(on your part), f l u f f,

Y/n has a panic attack and can only manage to call the one person who would still be awake at that hour.

just a lil moment for ya’ll:)

Your hands shook. Well, everything shook. Your breaths were shuddering and too quick, making your head hurt more and not helping your cause of not feeling dizzy. Your eyes stung with hot tears that kept streaming down your face whether you wanted them to or not. You could hardly think at all. Barely in this moment can you keep even a coherent thought. All you could hear was your heart beat getting faster and blood roaring in your ears. Your head definitely hurt, and so did you eyes for some reason. Like there was this pressure behind them from the crying even as you let it out (unwillingly). You are pressing yourself back against a wall, eyes darting around practically with a mind of their own. The shadows of the room danced and things seemed to spin around even with the wall right behind your back. You couldn’t breathe. And what’s worse? You were alone. No one else lived in your apartment. And it was night. Who would even be up at this time? Who in the world would actually show up if you called and then just dropped the phone and let it ring? A name managed to appear through the swarming chaos of your mind. It took everything you had to be able to reach out in search of your phone. You were too warm curled against the wall, but reaching one limb away from your tensed up ball of panic felt far too cold somehow. Like there was no good inbetween. You could hardly even see the screen of your phone as you finally felt it on the floor a little ways away. Bucky was the only desperate thought you could manage dialing a number without the time to go to contacts, mostly because you probably wouldn’t be able to even read the different names at the moment. When you heard the phone start ringing you did let the phone drop out of your trembling hand.

It landed face down on the floor but it didn’t matter anymore. Your lungs burned and you could just barley hear someone answering your phone call but you didn’t bother to pick it up again and attempt to explain the situation. Why did everything have to be like this. All you could do was keep pressing back against the wall. The room felt as if it were collapsing down on you and there was nothing you could do. Like your burning and blurry eyes were playing tricks on you with the walls coming down then suddenly being back to normal before pulling in again. You had no idea how long it took and you didn’t hear the testing of your apartment’s doorknob over the turmoil of your breathing. And your heart. And your mind. Didn’t hear someone use the spare key and fling the door open. But through your blurry eyes you could see it, the last part at least, and watched (as well as one could, in such a deep state of panic) as the figure in the doorway noticed where you were and came rushing over. You could hear muttering and felt strong arms wrap around you, pulling you away from the wall and into the embrace. You practically melted into his touch but it didn’t do anything to stay the panic. “Hey. Hey. Breathe. You’re just fine. You’re perfectly safe. I’m right here. I’m with you. I’m here with you in this moment. Come on.” He said in a surprisingly soft voice, you knew was reserved just for you in these moments, even if there was definitely concern and sharp, protective worry mixed in there as well. You felt so tiny. So fragile in his arms. And you were still shaking with sobs and quick breathing. He pulled you away a little, holding you face firmly but no where near harshly with his one hand while the other was still partially placed on your back. “Look at me, doll.” He said, “don’t focus on anything else. Look at my eyes. You’re safe. Nothing is going on. Just look at me. Calm down a little.” Bucky pressed his voice both stern and somehow really gentle at the same time. Something you had never be able to understand. “Breathe.” Except you couldn’t. And your head still hurt. And you were cold now, not curled into a tight ball, or collapsed into him. And you could hear your heart beat in your ears pounding against your skull, practically overpowering what he said. “Right now. I just want you to breathe.”

“Can you do that? Just in for me. Slower than that, come on Doll don’t ignore me. In. Slower. You aren’t even listening. Listen to me. Look at my eyes and just try to hear me, ok? Breathe in.” He didn’t give up on you. Which was nice. In a way. Finally, after god-knows-how-long, you managed to take a slower breath. Not quite a deep one. But one nonetheless slower than your current panic. “See? You did it. Just now. Now try slower than that. Just a really long breath. Hold it in as long as you can, alright?” You actually did. And what came with that? Finally feeling the exhaustion that came with crying. And hyperventilating. And all the package that was a panic attack. Once you felt that, it was suddenly a lot easier to take slower breaths. Sighing only a little through his nose, Bucky pulled you back into him, hand brushing the back of your head. “There you go. That’s a lot better.” He murmured, “right?” Now you were finding it really hard to keep your eyes open. So you didn’t. You let them stay closed as you kept making yourself breath in. And out. Long, deep, slow breaths. You could managed a quiet and tiny nod at Bucky’s words. But it didn’t take too long to slip off into sleep. And if you were to rate it? It was the most fitting sleep you’ve had in a very very long while…

when you woke up it was gradual. But eventually your eyes fluttered open, shying a little at the golden light from the window that came from the sun. Which was now up. “Hey there, Dollface.” You heard someone say, and blinked before remembering last night. And that actually you had, in fact, fallen asleep in Bucky’s arms. So of course he was there. The question was if he had ended up going to sleep or if he had just stayed up the entire night afterwords in guardian mode, making sure that literally nothing happened. Which was sweet. It really was. But you wouldn’t mind if he actually, you know, slept. You mumbled something unintelligible that might have been a return greeting of some kind as you sleepily shifted from where you were sleeping basically cradled in his arms to curled up next to him. “Sleep ok?” You nodded a little, still pretty drowsy. “Good. Because you needed it. Even if I didn’t know that you practically never sleep it would have been obvious after sleeping for hours like that.” “What can I say? Having a panic attack takes a lot out of a girl.” You mumbled, sleep still evident in your voice as you shifted to snuggle closer. He kept one arm around you and gave you a little nudge. “Nightmare?” He was asking if that had been the thing to trigger it. Without. Outright saying it. You took a long, measured sigh but gave him the tiniest of nods in response. “Oh, doll.” He sighed too, kissing to top of your head. “I’m sorry.” “M-m.” You said, lifting your head slightly, trying to find his eyes. “Not your fault.” “I know, I’m just sorry you have to live with those.” “You do too.” “But mine don’t cause panicking episodes of tears and hyperventilation.” He pointed out. “Well. Yes.” You eventually admitted. “You gotta stop doing that when I’m not around.” There was a slight tease to his words but also some truth. “Sorry.” “No, it’s not your fault, I’m just saying.” “So you’re allowed to be sorry and I’m not?” “That’s not what you should be getting out of this conversation.” You could see the small smile starting to tug at his expression though, as well as that little sparkle in his eyes. “Hypocrite.” You mutter, but both of you knew you were just poking fun. “Alright, I’m a hypocrite. But you’re probably starving it’s practically noon and you were asleep through breakfast. So let me find you something to eat.” “What about you?” “Actually I had food, I just kind of picked you up because I felt like leaving you alone might trigger some deep other issue inside of you and checked your fridge and pantry. I thought you’d wake up but no. Like I said, you clearly needed that sleep.” “So you raided my kitchen?” “It is a barren place.”

#Y/n #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #fluff #x reader #marvel fluff #:) #bucky fluff #marvel fanfiction #y/n fanfic #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu x you #mcu x y/n #Harper the Mcu Writer

[bellenotthebeast]

Do you ever read a fan fic and think-

“Wow, this is an amazing story, If only they didn’t mention that one thing”

There’s always that one thing.

Like, I want to read a cute fanfic, you do not need to specify that there is a massive age gap, or that we (the reader) have straight, blonde hair! 😒

#x reader #reggie peters x reader #regulus black x reader #fred weasley x reader #george wealsey x reader #marvel x reader #peter parker x reader #kate bishop x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #loki x reader #y/n fanfic

[yuras-things]

I missed you

Warning: super light smut, VERY light cuss (Yes, the adjectives are necessary)

Oliver and you were dating for a pretty long time now. He was mostly busy with work and you two could only facetime very late in the night. You barely saw him and knew he had a lot on his shoulders being the leader of NSB. He loved the stars and he also cared about you. He would always call you during the day to make sure you were alright: "Hey baby, how are you?" , "You know I love you right?", "Can't wait to call you tonight". He still cared although he was very tired and needed a break, so you decided to suprise him. You and the boys had planned to suprise Oli by Inviting you over. You lived close but never found the time to stay over. When you were heading to their house you were excited, expecially because you had planned a special suprise for Oli. You finally arrived and rang the doorbell, seeing Sebastian open the door you smiled: "Hey!". Seb looked at you and smiled too: "Hey, you made it. Come in!". You and Seb had a very strong bond since him and Oliver were related, he was like a Brother to you. You entered and looked around scanning the room with eyes. "Come on follow me" Seb said to you gesturing you to follow him. You two entered what seems to be the living room, with all the boys except Oliver playing smash sitting on the couch. Sebastian says: "Hey guys, its y/n!" Everyone immediately turned around. You smiled and waved: "Hey!". They all waved and greeted you back. Suddenly you saw Oliver walking down the stairs in his grey sweatpants with messy hair rubbing his eyes while his on his phone: "Has anyone seen my-" he stopped as he looked up and saw you his eyes widend. "Y/N?!!?!" he rushed over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you. You chuckled at his reaction: "I missed you so much!!". "I missed you too!!" he put you dowm again. He leaned over and you lips connected. You wrapped your arms around his neck, you really missed being in Olivers touch, and he missed being in your touch! You stayed in the position for a few minutes, leaving the other boys ewed. They all went in the garden to let you both have your time since it was a very long time since you saw eachother in person. Soon Oli pulled away for air ending your makeout session: "I love you so much you know that?" he put his hand on your cheeks rubbing them with his thumb. "I love you too". Time passes and you both just cuddled in Olivers room catching up on the time you weren't with eachother. Soon you both fall asleep watching a movie. It was now the evening and you wake up in Olivers arms rubbing your eyes and scanning the room. Oliver was still sleeping so you decide to get up without waking him, with success. You head to the bathroom changing your clothes, but you realize you left them in the room! You just pulled your clothes off leaving you only in your underwear, you had no choice but to go in the room and take your pjs which you left in the bag you carried with you. You slowly open the door and run to your bag but are quickly stopped by your boyfriend : "Wow you look amazing darling!". You stand there in shock seeing Oliver sitting on the bed, fully awake. "Oh my gosh, Oliver you scared the crap outta me, Fuck!" Oliver gets up to get a better look at you, which made you blush and you try to cover up out of embarrassment. "Hunny why cover up? You look hot!" he places his hand on your fully exposed hips. "You really think so?" you ask. "I knows so" with that he connects his lips on yours. You both start to make out. You are both now in the mood.

I'm too lazy to finish this. Sorry if its bad and there are many grammar mistakes, english is not my first language and i am new to writing so please be nice. Request are open!!!! <3

#oliver moy #north star boys #northstarboys #sebastian moy #justin phan #azngami #regie macalino #kane ratan #darren liang #y/n fanfic

[feet010]

Me watching the most random ass cartoons I find because the cover has an attractive character, enjoying the cartoon, but there's no (barely any) fanfiction and barely any fandom:

(I just want the himbo to love me😔)

(Mostly talking about a random ass hot wheels cartoon)

(This may or may not be me asking for fanfic of this show 😼)

#hwbf5 #hot wheels battle force 5 #battle force 5 #bf5 headcanons #one piece x reader #undertale #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #fred weasly x reader #harry potter x reader #y/n fanfic #law x reader #power rangers #power rangers spd #dino thunder #hp x reader #hogwarts au #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #fnaf #fnaf x y/n #twilight #twilight x reader #mha x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #haikyuu x reader #george wealsey x reader #undertale x reader #thunderbirds are go

[m4ttslvr]

So can you do one where Chris and Matt both like Y/N but then find out she has a boyfriend and start being jealous but then they break up... The rest is up to you I ❤ your snaps

ANON ARE U IN MY HEAD?! I was about to do this exact thing twin wtf😭😭😭❤️ ps. if u meant for it as a fic, stay tuned for matt&chris x fem!reader 😉

Snaps from Bff!Nick, but Matt and Chris fight for your attention (Pt.3)

Matt and Chris have a crush on you and your best friend Nick is kinda grossed out but you secretly love it (not so secret anymore)😌💗

(Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.4 & Pt.5 Chris/Matt)

a/n: both? both!! *maniacal laughter* 😈😈😈

— LEV ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

#nick sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #need them both #nick sturniolo fluff #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fandom #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #y/n #y/n fanfic #pov #sturniolo x reader

[beanyboi173thegoober]

Yeahhh uhhhh all my talk about loving y/ns isn't a lieeeeeee

This BEAUTIFUL Y/N belongs to the story Nights and Their Rulers by HeyLook_Sum_Beanz on Ao3!! It's a Nightmare!Sans x Reader royalty AND soulmate au!! It only has 2 chapters so far, but the author is struggling with their writing, so I hope this gives them a bit of a boost!

Once again, I love Y/Ns with personality, because it makes it easier to make up appearances and stories for them! This one is a stoic knight, but Nightmare turns them into a blustering mess! It's very entertaining! I hope the author feels better soon, because I ADORE their story!

#bb173art #fanfiction fanart #nights and their rulers #fanart #ao3 #nightmare sans x reader #nightmare sans fic #royal au #nightmare sans x y/n #y/n fanart #y/n fanfic #fanfic fanart #undertale fic fanart #nightmare x reader #nightmare x y/n #greyscale art

[thedomesticanthropologist]

People seem to be quite into the trope of Y/N in reader insert fics being extremely naive, innocent, delicate, but capable and I don't enjoy that personally but I DO get this weird feeling every time I read it / run into it like,

It always kind of seems like the same character. And then today out of the blue it slapped me in the face.

Tohru Honda from Fruits Basket. Y/N is Tohru Honda. You can't change my mind.

#y/n #reader insert #x reader #y/n fanfic #y/n fics #tohru honda #she is every y/n

[cilliansdove]

SHOUTING || tommy shelby fanfic ( part 2 )

pairings : tommy shelby x fem/reader

warnings : angst

rating : 16+

a/n: This is my writing and I take full credit for it so please do not copy x paste/rewrite the writing. You may repost/like/comment etc. Enjoy reading!!

part1 finalpart

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A day had passed since I had spoken to Frances. And it seemed that recently, it was only her and Polly that I could trust.

“You look different, Love,” Polly greeted, “Get your hair done, did ya’?”

I smiled at her and nodded, “Does it look alright? I was worried I got it done too short,” I shrugged.

Polly had always been there for me. Through everything. No matter the situation she always had something to say.

“It looks perfect on you, my girl,” Polly frowned, “Now don’t lie to me, Y/n, what’s happened? Your eyes are all puffy.”

Fuck sakes, Polly.

The tears began to pool in my eyes and she pulled me into her chest, “I don’t know what to do?” I questioned myself.

“Are you pregnant?” She queried.

“No, no, not pregnant,” I paused, trying to find the right words, “He…Tommy doesn’t love me anymore,” I sniffed.

It felt almost embarrassing to admit it. Especially to the woman who was like a mother. She knew everything about everyone. In particular, she knew a lot about Tommy and I.

Polly cradled me into her chest, “My dear girl, Tommy will always love you. In order to know that he does, I think leaving may be the best decision for you. Not forever. Just for awhile,” Polly stroked the back of my head, smoothing down my hair, “And when he calls, to say he misses your absence and calls to tell you he still loves you and needs you. Then. And only then. Do you come back.”

The fact Polly had to tell me this, broke my heart. I should of never fallen for Tommy. No.

He used to be so kind, so sweet. But within the days and weeks of business, he slowly became a bitter man. And whilst his face held such coldness, it was clear his insides didn’t. Sometimes I wish they did though.

My tears had dropped and smudged onto Polly’s clothing, “I don’t wanna leave you, Pol,” I cried.

I had no other family around. Everyone had gone. Or, was gone, at least. I didn’t have a single clue as to where they were.

“Stay here then. In secret. Nobody will be able to know though, Y/n, else none of this will work,” she lifted my chin up to look at her, “Do you understand?”

Nodding, I pressed my head to her shoulder and cried.

That’s all I remember doing for a week onwards. I cried, and cried, and cried.

The phone didn’t ring once. The house was silent whilst Polly was out. And I stayed at home, alone. Isolated myself in a confined room. Curtains, closed. Bed, messy. I hadn’t even brushed my hair once.

It felt as though I’d never get myself out. I hadn’t seen the sunrise or the sunset in a week. An entire seven days of pure darkness.

He didn’t care. It was obvious. So much for a husband.

Polly slammed into my room, “Y/n, it’s Tommy.”

My breathing increased at the sound of his name, “What about him? Why should I care?” I shrugged. Tears had fallen for a good seven days. Non-stop. I couldn’t even feel them anymore.

And those tears became silent too.

“No, no, Y/n. He’s not here,” Polly sighed, “He’s in hospital. And he really isn’t doing well, Love.”

I shook my head. I didn’t care a minute ago, why would I care now, “I don’t care, Polly! He doesn’t care about me so why should I just because he got himself stuck in hospital, ay?!”

I didn’t mean to shout. Guess that’s what seven days in darkness does to you.

“Besides, I’d probably bring him to the brink of death if I ever saw him again. I regret not hurting him the same way he hurt me.”

Polly rolled her tongue around her mouth, “You may not think it’s serious, Y/n. But the entire family is worried,” I stared at her. Silently.

“For fuck sakes, Y/n! Would you just-”

My telephone rang.

“You answer it.”

Polly shook her head, “You know who that is, you need to do it.”

I waited for Polly to leave the room, and picked up the phone, just to lay almost dead on the floor.

“Y/n? You there, Love?”

Tommy.

“I don’t want to speak with you.” I fought back the tears, angry tears, that were ready to fall.

“It’s not up for discussion,” he coughed, “I need to see you. Come.”

I laughed down the line, “Why the fuck should I come and see you, Tom?! You have done nothing but hurt me and yet I’m meant to continue to support you? Fuck off.”

I scoffed and hung up before I got the chance to hear what he said.

Tommy rang for me another three times before he gave up.

Polly had left again. Probably to see that beast of a man.

My bedroom door was flung open again. With Polly and someone else?

No.

“I told you we needed to speak,” Tommy approached me and I crawled backwards till my back hit the bed. So much for the hospital. Maybe I was lied to about him being hurt, again.

His presence itself was making me panic, “Stop coming closer.”

“Stop fighting me.”

He picked me up so I could stand. But then tried to embrace me.

“No, no, no! No, Thomas! You do not get to come here and try make amends. I don’t want you anymore,” I sobbed out. I couldn’t possibly love someone like him anymore. He was disloyal, lied, cheated, fucking everything, “Just get out.”

His face stayed cold. As per usual.

“I’m not leaving. Why would I? You’re my wife and you’re pushing me away.”

I gasped at his views, “Me? Pushing you away? I’m not the one who didn’t notice my new hair, or new anything. Or the fact I was drained and tired of your bullshit, Thomas! That’s all on you not me. So don’t come here to blame me for the shit that’s your fault.”

“I had busine-”

I cut him off sick of the crap, “Yeah, business! That’s all you ever have. Or is it? I’m pretty sure you have the barmaid all to yourself too. Maybe she should be your wife instead as I’m sure you’d much rather prefer that.”

He stared at me with an open mouth not knowing what else to say, “What?” I laughed, “You really thought I would never find out.”

“Y/n, that, it- I don’t know what to say to you.”

I pushed him slowly away by his chest, “You don’t have to say anything to me, Shelby. You can just leave.”

He didn’t turn his back. He just took two steps. Two fucking steps out the door. And left.

I was numb. I stared at the blank space where he was stood just mere seconds ago and suddenly ran to the doorway and down the stairs.

But my body was weak. It wasn’t used to walking let alone running. And so I collapsed.

Collapsed into the wall of the bend of the stairs. And hit my head, clearly.

Tommy hadn’t left when it happened, so all I can guess is that it was him who helped. But I don’t know. I only heard a few words before I passed out.

“You lay a single finger on that girl, and I’ll blind you myself, Thomas.”

#fem reader #oneshot #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinder fanfic #part 2 #y/n fanfic #angsty #sadbeautifultragic #polly gray #tommy shelby x fem!reader #writers on tumblr #writing #romance

[mcuynfluffwriter]

Red - Bucky X y/n short

\\yes again. I know what the people want.// \\is this connected to the first one? Maybe🫢// \\yk what? Let’s make this a game. Try and fit together all the stories they will be out of order/released in no particular order, have fun deciphering it(if you want)//

y/n=your name, ya’ll know the drill by now- (if not it’s basic don’t worry)

warnings: injury, almost self delete but it was technically under control so don’t worry it’s not going to be a theme, shockingly enough not very much floof for this one, violence

Contains: Bucky X fem!reader, red room shtuff, fight scene because obviously. Violence.

The Red Room was revived and still has some of its widows that Yelena hasn’t found to free. The organization sees the remaining avengers/super heroes as threats so obviously. They sent some girls after them. Y/n, happens to be the one after former hydra asset James Barnes. Time to figure out which trained their soldiers best. Hydra or the Red Room.

You kept your breathing steady. This isn’t going to be hard. He shouldn’t even see it coming. You are perched on the roof of a building with a sniper trained at a window to an apartment. Any second now. Just wait until he crosses into sight. Fire the gun. Mission accomplished. You see something in the window. Off to the side. There. That was part of a face. Impossible! how would he know to be careful? You notice through the scope there is a light reflection from the scope on the wall. Damnit! Dropping the gun and standing sharply you start making your way across the roofs. You were half way there when the window was flung open and bullets were being shot at you. Skirting to the side and taking out one of your pistols, as well as your widow bites, you started returning the fire. You feel pain shoot up from one of your legs and force yourself not to yell out. Damnit again! You stumble back and can feel blood trickling from the wound. You also notice that the gunfire has stopped, it must have been obvious you had been hit. No time for that. You try to run but you end up partially limping, still going fast though. You only make it far enough away to half stumble down the fire escape into an ally o about a block away. Putting a hand to your communicator you start to speak, trying to sound as if you aren’t out of breath. “I got hit, I repeat that I am injured. I’m going to go again I just need-“ you had to cut yourself off and flinch just barley avoiding another bullet to your hand. The super soldier? That was fast. But you already had your widow’s bite on and ready. Unfortunately he avoided the blow. “Who are you?” He demanded stalking closer as you limp further away. You don’t reply, shooting again. “Alright princess, quit it.” He says coldly, hitting aside the taser part of it to the side with what appeared to be his robotic arm. You keep going, you have to. It’s the mission. Besides if he gets close enough you’ll h be able to take him down the normal way. He keeps avoiding your widow bites so you stop bothering to waste them. “Don’t make me shoot you again.” He said, giving a matter-of-fact nod to the bleeding and still painful wound. “Put your arm down, stop trying to hit me with whatever the hell you have. It is not working.” He seemed to pause, squinting in the low and bad lighting level. It looked like he had spotted the pattern on your belt. The widow symbol.

“Who hired you.” “This is my job.” “Apparently. Who wanted me dead?” “My superiors.” You respond both times sharply and without much room for more questions. That was his andswer that’s the best he gets. There was a beat of silence that followed, “You aren’t even actually in control right now, are you? I’m not talking to the real person.” He said with realization. No, that was stupid. What did he mean? Of course this was you. You were a real person why did he say it like you were some kind of extension of nothing? You carry out missions because it is your purpose. But you are forced not to dwell on that. No, no forced- you push it away yourself. At least it feels like it. And pounce forward. You had taken a small knife from a pocket while you had been shooting with the other hand and started using it in the fight. The first thing to do was obviously twist the gun out of his hand or point it away from you. Ow. Moving hurt a lot. Moving fast and using all your footwork in the fight with a bullet hole in your leg was an entirely new experience. But you could swallow the pain. Like the times you had before. Push it away. Keep going. Get the job done and oh my god his grip is annoyingly strong on the handle of this gun. You use his shoulders to brace yourself, jumping up in the same motion to use one of the trade-mark well known widow moves. The super serum wouldn’t stop suffocation so if you could just lock around his throat. He tried to throw you off and it didn’t quite work, as you managed a cut on his head before he could grab your hand sharply and hit you into the brick wall of the ally. Your ears rung loud and sharp and you had to let go. For a moment you were dazed. On the ground, not even realizing you were on the ground, blinking slowly with your gaze up. You could hear your blood roaring in your ears and your head starting to pound with pain. You could feel something wet dripping down from where you had been smashed into the wall. You see the figure of the target and try to get your head back in the game though- blinking rapidly and almost aimlessly reaching for the pistol in your holster. For some reason your hands are shaking as you push yourself back, still flat on the ground, the gun raised at the super soldier.

how disappointing. I thought out of everyone maybe you could at least do this one thing for me. A voice crackled through your earpiece and for a moment you’re dazed again, confused as to why now your pistol was pointed at you… by you. And then, for the first time since you were a little girl, you had a shining moment of yourself again. You must have been ordered to terminate yourself. The target- no, wait, this was another person. He had a name. Looked confused as to what your strategy was now but he must have caught the scared and confused expression on your face. Your hand was shaking more now. You didn’t want to do this. You wouldn’t fail they could give you another chance! You couldn’t force your hand away. You felt your eyes get wet and felt mad because of it. You shouldn’t be crying. Not in front of someone else. And not because of another order. It was just another order. The Red Room needed you to do this. You followed orders. Like you were told. This was no different, right? You didn’t even have time, because a strong hand sharply grabbed your wrist and forced the gun pointed in a different direction. The target? You could see something in his eyes this time though, something else. Something not quite pity but this time is wasn’t anger either. Like now he felt bad about what he was going to do. “They’re making me.” You don’t even realize what you had said, everything just wasn’t registering anymore. You were losing lots of blood and had hit your head, quite hard against a brick wall. You’re voice had been cracked as it said that, and quite- barely loud enough to be heard. “I can tell.” He replied, and you still hadn’t entirely registered that you had spoken to someone out of turn so for just another second you were confused. Not even registering that the two of you were still fighting actually. Your body hijacked by most of your mind and fighting to follow the order you had been given. While the actually conscious part of you felt frozen and stuck. Or. Wait no, maybe the fighting part was the conscious one? You finally manage to get back from the soldier and try to pull the trigger. But it was when nothing happened that you realized during the fight you had just backed out from he must have managed to turn the gun’s safety on. Whatever fine you could follow your orders anyway, you had to. But he caught your wrists again before you could aim the widow bites properly and pinned both of your hands against the tight ally wall, using a knee to keep you pinned as well so that you couldn’t attack. “Sorry about this.” He said, and you must have said something because that all-most-sad expression flickered behind his eyes again but you didn’t have any time for that. Because everything went dark.

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[megantrancyfanfics]

My little Sunflower 🌻| Kyojuro Rengoku x reader fluff

Warnings: none

Gender: gender neutral

Notes: Rengoku has been rotting my brain here lately- help😭

Tags: @animupiglett

Hope y’all enjoy~❤️‍🔥

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“Ah! There you are l/n!” Rengoku’s loud voice boomed against the rocks, making it echo.

You had gotten up early to meditate with Himajima, but got lost at the beauty of the place before you, that after meditation was over, you decided to stay. You had no idea you had spent the whole morning here, and it was time for yours and rengoku’s everyday afternoon walk.

“I’m sorry Rengoku I got lost in my mind and in the beauty of this place.” You said sliding off the rock you were sitting on.

“I understand, I come here sometimes to clear my thoughts when Himajima-san isn’t using it. The waterfall is very calming.” You nod, finally standing beside the flame hashira, making him smile softly when your gazes met. “Shall we get going?” He asks, once again you nod.

The walk started off quite. For you, you enjoyed the scenery, for Rengoku you knew he was trying to enjoy the scenery too, but he was also on guard, fretful of a demon attack.

“Do you have any missions coming up?” He eventually asked. You shook your head. “No, I don’t understand. I haven’t had a mission in almost 2 weeks.”

“Me too! It’s almost scary. It’s definitely the calm before the storm!”

“You think there’s going to be a war?”

“I’m not sure. Obviously all the demons didn’t just up and disappear while we all were resting one night.”

You giggled. “True, if that was the truth Miss Kamado wouldn’t be here anymore either.”

A “mhm.” Was heard from Rengoku, before silence fell once again over the two of you.

About 2 miles later, Rengoku ventured away from the normal route you two take, leaving you to try to catch up from him since he turned without warning.

“H-hey where are we going?”

“I’m hungry! We will go get food!”

“Aww, we should have seen if Kanroji-san wanted to attend with us-”

“No she’s not feeling well!” He quickly cut you off, making you speechless for a second.

“Oh, is she ok?”

“Yes! Obanai is taking care of her. She will be much better by the morning I’m sure.”

You giggled, your dirty mind kicking in. “Yes I’m sure of Obanai is taking care of her she will be fine by morning.”

“I do not follow! Is there a joke in what you said?”

“No it’s ok I don’t expect you to understand all that much.”

“I shall laugh anyway so you do not feel sad I didn’t catch on.” He said before laughing which made you laugh before gently hitting his arm.

“You’re something else Rengoku.” You said turning your head to look at the creak running under the little bridge you were passing over. Rengoku was thankful, he had hoped you didn’t see his red face.

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“Ahh I haven’t had this place in so long it’s so good!” You said slurping up the noodles from the bowl. Rengoku had barely eaten his food, he was too mesmerized by how happy and beautiful you looked, especially when you did what you called your “happy food dance”.

“Ah yes, I usually reward myself with this place when I feel like I did good on a mission. This is one of my favorite places to eat!”

“Oh this is totally my new favorite place to eat.” You said with a giggle as you brought more noodles to your mouth.

Rengoku’s face heated up again, the thought of you two sharing a favorite restaurant made Rengoku happy.

“Oh, Rengoku are your noodles spicy? Your face is red.”

“Oh! Umm- uhh, y-yes it is a little spicy but it’s ok! I don’t mind!” He said before grabbing a bunch of noodles and shoving them into his mouth. You laughed.

“Rengoku I swear you’re such an oddball.”

Oh how he acted like a lost puppy around you. Your voice and laugh makes him want to melt into a puddle. He was head over heels in love with you.

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“Oh look at the flowers!” You gasped as you walked quickly over to the sunflowers by your path. Rengoku walked behind you, smiling at your excitement.

“Aren’t they beautiful? It’s fall so they’re in full bloom. Keep reaching towards the sun cuties” you spoke to the flowers, reaching your hand up to reach one of the flowers, only for your hand to be caught in rengoku’s. You turned around to face him, only to feel your cheeks heating up at the way Rengoku was looking at you. His eyes soft, half lidded, and full of love as they looked into yours, a soft smile plastered on his face, with a soft hint of blush on his cheeks.

“I think you’re beautiful, y/n. Those sunflowers look like mere weeds when you’re standing beside them. In all honesty, I feel like I’m like the sunflower. The sunflower craves the warmth of the sun, so they grow upwards, in hopes of one day reaching the sun, and basking in its soft rays of warmth. I crave to be close to you. I crave to see you smile, hear your laughter and voice, that’s my warmth. You’re my warmth. I’m just a mere weed compared to you.” He says removing the hand that was on top of yours, to rest it on your cheek.

“Kyo, you being a weed? You’re really putting yourself down. You’re the flame Hashira! The man that makes all the ladies swoon with his kindness. The man that’s willing to lay his life down on the line to protect people he’s never met before. Don’t you understand? You’re the sun.” You said softly, removing your hand to place it on his cheek. Rengoku closed his eyes, and gently leaned into your hand before opening them and looking at you as you removed them to place your hand back in his.

“If I’m the sun, will you be my sunflower? My little sunflower that stays by my side as we both continue to grow from each other’s warmth?”

“Kyojuro, is this your absolutely adorable way of asking me to be yours?”

“Indeed. I have been wanting to do this for a long time, but couldn’t figure out the best way to do it. Then I figured, there is no best way. Only when the moment feels right, and it felt right right now. I..also do not want anyone to steal you from me.”

Your heart melted as Rengoku placed his other hand back onto yours. You kissed his cheek before smiling. “There’s no way in a million years anyone would have stole me from you. I’ve always liked you Rengoku. I was just waiting for you to ask me out.”

“So, you’ll be my little sunflower?”

“Absolutely.” You said, kissing his cheek again.

Rengoku smiled, his cheeks glowing red. “I swear, I feel like my face is going to burst if I smile any bigger but I cannot help it!” He lets go of your hand and starts walking towards the path you two need to take to get back to the mansion.

“I cannot wait to tell Kanroji-san that I got a wife!”

“Rengoku you only asked me to be your girlfriend!”

The man stopped walking, and turned to look at you. “Oh y/n, I don’t “date”, I date to marry. So, you agreeing to be my girlfriend also agreed to you being my wife!”

He laughs, completely engulfed in his own world. “I got a wife and some kisses all in the same day!” Once again, he starts down the path.

“I cannot wait to tell Tengen I got some!”

You let out a gasp before catching up to him. “You better not tell him you got some! You only got a kiss! Nothing else!”

Now, it’s up to you to tell him that when Tengen says “tell me when you get some” he isn’t talking about kisses….

End❤️‍🔥

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[nsb-rkive]

hey! so firstly i wanted to say that i luv ur acc so much! i rlly needed a nsb blog<3 so can i request some sebastian fluff literally any storyline just fluff and sebastian ty in advance<3

[⽲] — Texts with boyfriend!Seb

— north star boys as love tropes

pairing: bf!seb x gn!reader

warning: light swearing, y/n really pissed cuz seb woke them up in the middle of the night, nothing else ig tell me if there’s smth else:)

a/n: sorry abt the bees part yall💀

taglist: @iamnotauro

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[orenjikaraka]

You’ll be ok… Mi querido…

Miguel O’Hara x reader angst

Word count: 4791

Summary: Miguel has a new assistant working with him, lyla needed more help around because new spiders are being recruited, Miguel was slightly denying it (because he has lyla, why would he need another), but a couple months passed and he got used to her presence… well… his heart was saying something else… and his next mission will show what he wants… even if it’s forced…

S/o is 22 by the way and Miguel is 34, that’s a 12 age gap. Also this is like after events like u know miles is on the team and spot in jail.

Warnings: non-con (if you can’t handle rape, you don’t have to read), sex, NSFW, kidnapped (adultnapped 😅), Miguel has a muzzle (why is that a warning 😏), angst, alcohol, puking, drugs, and coursing, also psst Miguel is a bottom.

Miguel opened his eyes, he felt dizzy, or nauseous if you can say, his breathing is heavy, the room felt cold, the room was closed spaced, it was nerve racking to be in the dark room, his eyes were slowly readjusting, when he felt less light headed, ‘just great, just fucking grand…’ he thought, his brain was going in circles of how he got in this mess, his hands were tied behind his back with electrical wires, they’re were digging through his skin, it felt horrendous, his first thought was to rip them out, when he tried a electric shock went through his veins, he growned in pain, frustration going through his nerves, so much anger that he didn’t know he had muzzle on, who ever doing this, is treating him like a wild animal, trapped between the legs with metal strapped on them, his wrist were tied, and he had a muzzle too, for stopping his spider venom from hurting the fuck head that hostage him.

He tried to move his stranged arms again, but the electric shock came back, he tried harder, but the shock got worse each time he moved, his wrist were bleeding and were turning purple, he gave a hard tug and his wrist were burning, he clenched his fist and growled in anger, “when I get out of here! I’m gonna kill you, you here!!!” It was silent until he heard whimpering, someone else was in the same room with him, he lowered his head a little and his eyes were trying to readjust more to see who was in front of him…

“Miguel—“

Then he panicked, it was you, he was starting to remember why he was here, you went missing for 2 weeks, Miguel was looking everywhere for you, checked every evidence he could find, until he found you, well evidence of where you were, Universe 1610, Miles’ universe, you were last seen with Miles, probably hanging out, but now in Doc Olivia Octavius’ lab.

“la voy a matar… la voy a matar… la voy a matar… (ima gonna kill her 3x)

“Miguel— I’m-“

“Amor (love), don’t… I was here to find you. We’re both gonna get out of-

“Out of here~” Olivia chuckled while walking through the metal door, and slamming it afterwards.

“Doc-“

“Octavius~” she softly giggled, “oh~ look at you…” she looked at Miguel then at you, “and you cute little assistant~” she squatted down next to you and put her hands on your arms, which made Miguel try to break free from his restraints. “Aww~ is the oldest spider of the ‘em all, trying to save his MJ.”

“She-“

Olivia squeezed her nails into your skin while staring at Miguel, you wince in pain, Miguel stopped and tense up, “ha! My science was right! Well… me spying on miles and you without letting a single spider know, is actually quite interesting am I right?”

Miguel looked at her like she was delusional, “my camera-“

“I hacked your database, so it would think of me as one of the spiders!”

“Also also having no four arms, well hidden away in my fake spider suit was a hassle but walking is not all that bad.”

Olivia stopped her blabbing and look at you again, “aww you poor thing~” she dug her bloody nails out and move (Y/n) right side up, (Y/n) had her wrist tied with duct tape, and her ankles as well, she was wearing a tight white soft cotton knee high dress, it had a upside down triangle on her chest.

“Isn’t her dress adorable~ oh! One more touch.”

Olivia put the small piece of duct tape on (Y/n)’s mouth.

She moved her right hand to your chin, and her left holding you around your stomach, her four mechanical arms were holding her down, “don't be scared, your little spider is here to save you~” Olivia turned your head. To face you at Miguel, Miguel looked terrified, he didn’t know what to do.

“Let her go, just-“

“Just what- oh Miguel~ let her go~, nah… I think I have something better~”

One of Octavius’s mechanical arms let go of (Y/n) and move swiftly to Miguel’s neck, her claw clench, digging her claw into his tense skin, the middle of her claw had small exit that opened with a small needle, it poked his skin and a small dose into his nervous system, her mechanical claw snatched off…

“What did you just dose me with…”

“Miguel, don’t worry, it’s just pde-5 inhibitors, benzos, mdma, ketamine, and gamma-hydroxybutyrate, you know…

“You…” Miguel growled with hatred. His muscles tensed up painfully making his body sweat, he felt saliva drooling off his lips, his breathing felt uneven, his thighs twitched trying to calm down his throbbing erection, he closed his eyes to look away from the two women in front of him.

“Miguel~ I didn’t tell you to look away…”

With her free mechanical arm, she redirected Miguel to face you, there was a small knife on your throat, touching your skin ever so slightly.

“If you look away your little sweet assistant would be dead, you don’t want that, don’t you.”

Miguel couldn’t muster out words, it was hard to speak, he’s afraid he’ll might scare you off. So he shook his head ‘no’.

“That wasn’t an answer.”

Olivia pulled the knife back and stabbed your left shoulder, you screamed in pain, but that didn’t matter to Olivia, but for poor Miguel it did.

“Stop— now- don’t…”

“See it wasn’t hard was it!”

Olivia pulled out the knife and put it lightly around your dress, your whimpering was causing his brain to go in a loop, causing his erection to hurt, whimpering moans with pressure and pain came to mind. Which made him clenched his eyes shut.

“You don’t listen don’t you.”

She was about to knife again but Miguel opened his eyes to look at Olivia.

“You one sick fuck you know that…”

“No— not- true—“

“Lies”

Olivia put the knife on the floor and moved her free hand to the wound she made, she put her two index fingers into the tissue, which made you groan in agony, Miguel didn’t want to look, but couldn’t…

“Don’t— *moan*” he growled in frustration afterwards. Octavius moved her free mechanical arm and clawed his scalp upwards, his drool dripping down his neck.

“You sick creep loves his little MJ, I knew you cared for someone else, you couldn’t just understand that your life is supposed to be where you die alone…”

“Let— her… *gasping for air* go—“

“Not every spider must-“

“Hurt me— not… her— I’ll do-“

“Anything?” Olivia had excitement. In her veins.

“Yes! Please—“ Miguel begging was aching your heart, you never knew a man that had so much pride sounded so broken…

Olivia let her mechanical claw go from his aching scalp, Miguel look back at you, you had a worried look on your face and he looked back the same.

“Ok… but… how about this, she gets to leave… if you rape her…”

Miguel felt every fiber in his body tense ups he shook his head ‘no’.

“No. No. No.”

“No? But I thought you wanted her ok…”

She picked up the knife again and stabbed (Y/n)’s right ankle, your shooken form tense in agony and muffly scream through your duct tape.

“STOP—“

(Y/n) knocked her head back in a panic which scruffed against Octavius nose, Olivia groaned and moved her free mechanical arm to her ankle and her claw digged through your skin, and snapped it… her skin turned purple and black bruises around her ankle. Her whaling can be heard across the hall in the facility…

“You little bitch… you did this on yourself…”

She took the knife out of your ankle and ripped your dress off. Went through the top to the bottom of the dress.

“I wanted to be nice. But no one listens…” Olivia ripped your dress off and was about to rip your panties. “Follow my rules and this will go easy…” she cut your panties and then lifted you up slightly to cut your tape on your wrist, before you could move them the mechanical arms closed them. Olivia looked back at Miguel and he stared back with pain in his eyes.

“I got a solution…”

Octavius picked up (Y/n) and put her on top of Miguel, her clit touching the tip of his dick.

“I’m— going to kill you—!”

“But if ya do that this universe will collapse… people will die… a small spider and his family will die… I thought you would prevent that, isn’t that your job…”

Before Miguel could muster anything, Olivia pushed your body downward, which caused Miguel to moan and quiver because he’s trying to stop himself from cumming.

“Didn’t know you needed help from your MJ; Miguel.”

She got her knife again and tar a hole so Miguel’s dick was freely being laid on by your soft clit.

Stop— *whimper* just—“

“Just what Miguel…”

“Just— kill me— end me… let her go—“

(Y/n) shooked her head frequently, in a ‘no’ matter, she was muttering no, “see your little MJ wants you, don’t you see.”

Olivia dropped the knife on the ground, and got her hand and grabbed Miguel’s dick tilt the tip to her hidden clit, Miguel moaned in displeasure and lust. “Come on little MJ, let me give you a hand~”

Octavious shoved (Y/n) into Miguel dick, your tight hole was making it hard to concentrate on not cumming, it hurts, he feel like throwing up, tears was going down his face from all the burning pain he trying to contain himself, your whispering became screaming for help, you were crying for some reassurance… but no talk can be heard from Miguel. Only agonizing groans and moans.

“Come on sweetheart don’t treat your man like that, I thought you adored his company.”

Olivia pushed her further in and moved her arms behind Miguel. Miguel looked down and saw blood coming out of your slit, ‘no, no, no, oh querido, cono… (darling, fuck…)”

‘This was your first’ and he ruined it, he ruined it by being a hero, a hero that can’t even save the people he loved, he always fuck everything up…

“cariño (dear), your going to— be… ok—“

Miguel moved his chin and moved (Y/n) a little forward to try and comfort you, but also moving you closer to his chest so you can use your hands behind him to untie the wired knot, (Y/n) understood and faked moan to distracted Octavious, it was music to Miguel ears but also hurting his erection, Olivia grabbed Miguel scalp with her free hand and pushed his slightly forward.

“See she wants more~”

(Y/n)’s hands were bleeding but she had to get Miguel out.

“Thrust her Miggy~”

“Fuck— you…”

“Fine…”

Olivia pushed harshly downward, which tilted his dick slightly, “nggggggghhh!”, (Y/n) gasped with hot air, and continued to untie, “fuckin— bitch-“

Olivia looked furious and picked up the knife and was about to stab Miguel’s shoulder, but (Y/n) quickly snatched it and freed Miguel’s arms, then she moved to his muzzle, and freed him from that. Miguel grabbed Olivia by the neck and bit Octavius, filling his venom in her veins to paralyze her. He ripped her mechanical arms off, and threw her against the concrete wall…

Olivia was already knocked out before she even hit the wall, Miguel looked back at you, you were frantic and quivering, “Lo lamento… (I’m sorry)” And he grabbed your hips slowly and lightly pulled you out, you screaming stop, begging to stop, but Miguel continue to pull you out, when you were free, he sat you down on the cold concrete floor and untied his feet, his suit regenerate to it normal form, he then untie you and unduct tape you. You sobbed, quietly screaming to make the pain go away, Miguel slowly got up and felt nauseous afterwards, so tripped and catches him from hitting the floor, but before he get up again he threw up, his body was screaming to do so, so he did, he felt sick all over, he feels like crying his eyes out because how much pain he endured, he crawled to Octavius, and checked her pockets, he found his gadget and put it on, and slowly crawled to (Y/n).

When he got to her, (Y/n) tried to reach for Miguel, even though he was about to pick her up, he did and held her close, and called Lyla. She immediately answered.

“Miguel! You know how long you were out, you were-“

She saw Miguel and gasped in shock, then looked at you in horror.

“Miguel-“

“Take us— to the main hall…”

Before she could say anything else Miguel put a portal underneath them and you both fell through; he held you close, like he was about to lose you again…

—- time skip (to the spider lobby) —

Miguel felt like he fell for eternity until he saw the lobby, every spider's senses triggered and saw you both falling to the bottom of the hall… Some spiders reacted and swung towards you both but they weren’t fast enough.

“Lyla!”

Lyla put a cold red and aimed all the cameras to you both, big screens saying ‘HELP’ on repeat, more spiders came to join and save them.

“Miles! Pete— jes- Gwen- hob— someone—“

‘Please someone save her… not me…’

That was his last thought until he hit his head on the flat concrete.

—- time skip —

Miguel woke up frantically and looked around his room, his head was pounding, screaming for him to relax but couldn’t, “lyla!”

“…”

“Lyla!!

“…”

“LYLA!!!”

“YES!”

“Where’s my assistant?”

“She’s hospitalized in are medical bay.”

Miguel lowered his head, thinking about how he could've prevented this, he felt miserable just thinking about it…

“I also reassociated her to a new job setting.”

“Why?!”

“That’s classified information-“

“Answer me! WHY!?!”

“Because she got in trouble because of you, she got hurt because of you, if you didn’t come sooner she would’ve been dead in your arms Miguel!!”

He didn’t know what to say, he felt trapped, this feeling of lose came crawling back, it was eating him up again, losing his wife, his little Gabriella and now you… fuck he didn’t even know these feelings exist until now, there was always a soft tug in his heart to actually talk to you before but couldn’t, because he couldn’t lose anyone else, but now truth is here, he can’t protect anyone, he just breaks knots and break promises…

“Miguel… I’m trying-“

“Leave—“

“Mig-“

“LEAVE!—“

Lyla just quickly glitched away, leaving Miguel alone in his bedroom with light beeps coming off the heart monitor on his left. He looked at his hands and saw the small tubes pumping out the bad stuff in his body and some others pumping liquid to take away the drugs.

‘It’s all your fault’, was repeating in his migraine of a head, so… he pulled out the tubes and his nasal cannula and laidback, he heard the heart monitor beeped singly, some of drugs were still in his system so it was hard to breathe lying down, his breathing was hurting again, stringed each breath he took.

He slowly started to see black dots slowly blocking his vision…

Until he saw a frantic Lyla, he couldn’t hear her…

—- time skip —

It was the next day when Miguel woke up again, he felt depressed that he woke up, he moved his eyes and saw Peter b. On his left, with little mayday laying on Miguel’s stomach.

“Hey you woke up!”

Miguel didn’t answer a just looked at mayday, “so Lyla told me to check up on you because you-

“Suicide I get-“

“Miguel, man, you haven’t been like this since…”

“Gabriella.”

“Yeah…”

“…”

There was a small silence until mayday, crawled close to Miguel's shoulder, and stared at him with gentle curiosity, which made Miguel feel miserable. Mayday made a worried small whine, but Miguel looked away from her. Mayday was about to tear up until Peter spoke up.

“Miguel… please tell me what’s wrong. I’m all ears…”

“How’s— (Y/n)…”

“I- Miguel I can’t-“

“You too!” Miguel looked back, “why can’t I see her, why can’t I talk to her!”

“Because I can’t say-“

“WHY- is she dying, do I have a restriction from seeing her— Cono— damn it- don’t tell me she’s pregnant-“

“Miguel! She’s fine! You just can’t see her…”

Little Mayday looked back at Miguel then back at her father with anger in her eyes.

“Mayday you- god…”

“Peter why can’t I see her”

“Because when you came back, your last location on your gadget was your place…”

“Wha-“

“Everyone thinks you hurt and…”

“I didn’t lay a finger on her, Peter! It was Olivia Octavius!”

Peter made a tiny portal so mayday went back in her crib and closed it.

“She was there but she drugged you and trapped you and (Y/n) in a concrete room together…”

“I didn’t do it- you have to believe me—“

“I can’t Miguel, there’s footage of you reaping her, Miguel!”

“Its-“

“Miguel O’Hara! You rape her…”

“I—“

“Your a fucking monster, Miguel, I rather be miles away from you right now but can’t; you know why, because I have to keep an eye on you, because Lyla gave me orders to keep an eye out.

Miguel felt empty, felt like the whole world stopped and he in some fucked up dream or reality that’s crushing him ahole, he- no maybe he did… maybe he did caused this to you… maybe he is what Peter said he is…

“Pete— I’m sorry—“

“…”

“You know— it wasn’t me— it- it— was the meds—“

Miguel trying to stop his quivering. His eyes stings from his tears.

“Peter—“

“Miguel- *sigh* I'm going to get you some food…”

Miguel was silent and didn’t respond, but Peter was already starting to make food.

“It— wasn’t me—“

—- time skip (2 weeks later) —-

(Y/n)’s POV

(Y/n) woke up and felt relaxed to be home, well at a hospital bed, but at least your home, she looked around and saw miles sleeping, then she quickly moved the covers and saw her legs and ankle was fully healed, she looked at her shoulder and it was also healed, ‘heh spider society and there amazing medics.’ Well we can thank Miguel for that.

Speaking of Miguel, I wonder if he’s ok… after everything that happened, I… I’m worried about him… even when he was reassuring me that I was going to be ok… even when doc ock… (Y/n) shook her head, she looked to her right and saw her phone and picked it up, then scrolled through her contacts and saw Miguel's number.

And call him

‘Zzzz zzzzz zzzzz’

‘Zzzzz zzz-‘

“Hello—“

(Y/n) heard his voice, he sounded tired and drained, drowsy even.

“Miguel. How’s-“

“(Y/n)— is- *hic* is— that you…”

‘Is he drinking?’

“Miguel, what happened?”

Miguel coughed and gasped for air for a second, “everything- ngggghhh *hic* fine—“

“Miguel? Where’s Lyla…”

He sighed with some frustration. “I put her off-“

“I-“ you looked up the date, where the calendar was, you were out for two weeks. “How long-“

“Why— you wanna know *hic* so bad—“

“Because- sorry I'm just worried why you are alone, that’s all…”

“Cono— (Y/n)— *sniff* im sorry—“

“Miguel-“

“Why you- even called monster like me— *hic* anyway…”

“Mig-“

‘Beep beep beep…’

She brought the phone out of her ear and almost checked contacts again before she saw 15 unread messages from Miguel.

You looked horrified at the messages you just saw, you looked at miles and he was still fast asleep, you quietly got your clothes on and walked out of the door…

— time skip—

While the elevator went up everything felt silent, even when you turned around and checked the view of the hall, the big screens plastered Miguel and you fell out of a portal…

You sighed, when the elevator became dark and the door behind you opened, you walked through the opened door and went through the end of the hall and knocked on the metal door.

It was silent until the door opened and the smell of heavy alcohol went through your nose, the smell of sadness went through your veins, you looked on the hovering floor and Miguel was nowhere to be found, then she lower her head to a large couch and there lay Miguel on his back, he was wearing gray sweatpants with a plain black jacket, his body slightly twitches from his hiccups. (Y/n) rushed over and tried to lift him a little to make him sit in a sitting position.

“No—“ Miguel whines

“Why didn’t you sleep on your side, you could’ve-“

“Drowned— *hic* why- you care—“

“Miguel why- god what happened between the 2 weeks that passed…”

Miguel didn’t answer, “Miguel, what happened.”

“I—“

He paused for a second, then sat up quickly, “Miguel you gonna puke if you sit up that fast.”

“Leave— *hic* please—“

“Miguel what the hell happened!” Your tone was furious.

“Leave-“ he gagged a little, which made you panicked so you got up rushing for a small trash can in the bathroom, and rushed it to Miguel, right when he got the trash bucket he hauled in it, while he was throwing up, you noticed his his weight has lowered, he has bags under his eyes and when you looked back at the coffee table, there was 4 bottles of whiskey on it.

“How long have they been sitting there…”

“…”

Miguel's computer spoke up suddenly instead of Lyla.

“THOSE BOTTLES BEEN SITTING THERE FOR APPROXIMATELY 4 HOURS AGO, MIGUEL O’HARA AKA SPIDER MAN 2099 WEIGHT HAS RAPIDLY DECREASED OVER THE PASS TWO WEEKS; USE TO WEIGHT 310 IBS, NOW WEIGHT, 265 IBS, HE LOSE 45 POUNDS OVER THE PASS 2 WEEKS.”

then the computer shut off again. Miguel put the trash can down, and took one of the whiskey bottles then took a small sip of cherry whiskey to get the awful taste in his mouth. Then replaced it back.

“Miguel…”

“…”

“Miguel-“

“Why— do you care about a monster like me—“

“Because you saved me Mig.”

“*hic* I raped you, don’t you understand that—“

“Mig-“

“I hurt you— I—“

Suddenly his eyes turned red and his claws showed, his left arm was on the sofa’s back and the right was around his stomach region, he moved his right to his throat, the tip of his fingers were sharp, his left hand started to dig in the back cushion.

“Mig- don’t—“

“Don’t what, (Y/n), I’m a monster—“

“And things like me are not supposed to love or care— *hic* “they only hurt or kill people they protect—“

“They deserve to-“

Suddenly you move his arm and rush in his arms and hug him. “You're wrong— just stop-!”

“(Y/n)-“

“Stop talking— please…”

Miguel’s claws disappeared and his eyes went to his normal eye color and hugged back. It was silent for a couple minutes until…

*sniff*

Miguel cried on your shoulder, his body quivered, and hugged you a little tighter. You both hugged for 30 minutes until you spoke up.

“You didn’t do anything to me, Miguel, you made me feel safe, like I wasn’t trapped, like I know I’m going to be ok even after all this fucked up things that happen to me and you…”

“..”

“You're a very handsome and kind man to be around, even when I was your assistant, you were always so protective around me.”

Miguel lightly chuckled.

“And Mr O’hara, i-“

Miguel moved his face and gave a slightly sloppy kiss on your cheek.

Which surprised you.

“Just call me Miguel, mi Bella chica, te necesito… (my beautiful girl, I need you)

“Querida… (darling)”

You moved in and kiss him, his mouth and tongue taste like sweet cherry whiskey, you sat on his lap and hugged him close, each time you curled your tough in his mouth, he moaned slightly, but sometimes his body jumps from his hiccups, his moans slightly groans, you let go for a sec to get some air but to also check up on him.

“Mmmhhh— *hic*” he groaned afterwards.

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s starting to- *hic*” he squeezed his eyes in pain.

“We can stop if ya-“

“No—“ Miguel whine’s and slowly grabs your hips closer to his lap.

“Ok, sweet thing…”

And you started to make out with him again, but you wanted more of him, so you let go between his moans and with his cute confused face, he was about ask why you stop but you started to take your shirt off and you were in your bra, Miguel was surprised, but then he got worried, when you started with you pants, he stopped you, and you looked back at him confused.

“Are you sure about- *hic* this?”

“Miguel I trust you, I feel safe when I’m around you. So. I want you to be my first- well second- but we don’t count that-“

“Ok, mi amor…”

Miguel let go of you and you started to unbutton your pants, and pulled them off, you then looked at him, he was laying on the sofa, waiting for you even when his body slightly shakes from painful hiccups, you removed your panties and moved his sweats and boxers.

His dick was slightly erect, but she can fix that, “Miguel~”

Miguel looked back at you, “hmmm?”

“Rule 1, you can’t touch me, if you do, I won’t make you have a good time~”

“Are there others?”

“Rule 2 final, I’ll tell you when to cum~”

“(Y/n)~ darling~”

Before he could say anything else, (Y/n) put her clit on the tip of his dick, and started rubbing back and forth, playing or toying with him, he was starting to leak pre-cum, Miguel almost touched you but then moved his hands on the sofa.

“Amor-“

She grabbed his dick and put it in her hole, she moaned quietly but it was heavenly in Miguel’s ears, his claws were back and they were digging into the sofa, he was trying so hard not to touch her delicious hips, she put both her hands on his chest, “relax sweetheart, your so stiff~” he was slowly trying to relax until you went up and down rapidly in smooth motion, you quivered each second you slammed his dick, Miguel moan with pleasure each time you ram him.

“Miguel~”

Yes—“

Before he can speak again you suddenly stopped.

“Miguel~”

“Hmmm~”

“Are you a good boy~”

Miguel redden up, “sweet-“

Before he could say anything, you went in circles while slowly going up and down with your tight pussy…

Miguel gasp, then moaned

“Are you a good boy, Miggy~”

“I—“

She suddenly went forward while he was inside of her. His dick was painfully hard.

“Are you~ Miggy~”

“Yes—“ he lightly whines

“Louder Miggy~”

“Yes!-“

She squeezed her pussy down, which gave him a small groan, “louder~~”

Yes—! I’m *hic* a good boy— please- can I~”

“Yes~”

He couldn’t hold it, he let go of the sofa and slightly dug his claws into your hips, your tight pussy was filled with cum, which you whine with pressure, he rolled his head back and looked back at you and thrust up, which made you moan louder which was music to his ears. (Y/n) lowers her chest to Miguel’s, and kiss him again

Between more soft kisses was “i love you’s” and “I adore you’s”…

—- time skip (till morning) —

Miguel woke up first and saw you in his arms… he remembered everything that happened last night. The kissing, the gentle sweet sex to a more lustful…

“Miguel?”

“Sorry that I woke you, sweet amor…”

“It’s ok, love…”

They were silent for a bit, until…

“I’ll always be by your side mig…”

“…”

“Don’t forget that…”

“I won't, my sweet querido….”

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