Yall Pls, I Remember Reading This Ao'nung Fanfic X Fem!reader, And The Writer Suggested You Play 'Mine'

yall pls, I remember reading this Ao'nung fanfic x fem!reader, and the writer suggested you play 'Mine' by Alex Sloane while reading, IF ANYONE KNOWS WHAT IT IS PLEASE CAN I HAVE IT I NEVER KEEP TABS I SWEAR THIS IS MY LAST TIME.

A Second Chance PT 2

Summary: After the loss of his daughter Miguel wants nothing to do with kids that is until he impulsively offers his pregnant neighbor a job at the Spider-Society.

Tags for this chapter: Grumpy x Sunshine, Double life, Secret Identity, Fluff, AGNST, Miguel x reader, Spiderman 2099 x reader, Mentions of Domestic Violence 7.1k words (I'm still in shock that so many people have read part 1 and are interested in the story. As always thank you for reading loves<3333)

Part 1

It's Wednesday morning and you've just gotten off from work. You're tired and you're craving an iced coffee. But of course, you can't have any. You're in your lobby getting ready to go up the stairs when you hear the doors opening from behind you. Turning around you watch as your rude neighbor comes into view. You roll your eyes and step away from the stairs to let him pass. You don't feel like dealing with snarky remarks today about how you walk too slowly. You have a few hours of sleep before you have to wake up and head to class then afterward you have to head to the grocery store then later you have to go back to work at 9 pm. 

Stepping off to the side you move away from him standing by the mailboxes. Folding your arms across your chest you stare at him as he walks past you and up the stairs. He doesn't even acknowledge you or look your way once he's a big jerk. Shortly after he goes up the steps you follow behind him making your way to your apartment so you can get a couple hours of sleep before you have to wake up again. 

•°~°•

After class, you drove yourself over to a new supermarket since your usual one is obviously out of commission. You only wanted to buy a few things but somehow you ended up with half a cart of groceries. You tried to tone it down but it's been 2 weeks since you've last had a grocery run and your appetite has grown quite a bit. You are trying to limit yourself to how much you eat. You don't want to add on too much weight but…. It's hard. Your little one keeps on growing and it's important to keep her well fed and healthy. Pulling into your apartment parking lot you let out a deep sigh as you stare at the many bags that are placed in your trunk. With your elevator still messed up you're going to have to take multiple trips up the stairs again. Luckily though you were smart enough to buy yourself a small shopping cart so you won't have to make multiple trips from the car to the lobby alone. 

In times like these deep down you wish you had someone. The further along you are in your pregnancy soon you will be prevented from doing these simple things. But you know that you 

made the right decision to leave him. You won't ever raise your baby in that kind of environment. 

She deserves better, you deserve better.

As you fill up your shopping cart you hear shouts and screams far off into the distance. When you look up in the direction of the sounds you see a few Spider people running….well swinging in that direction. Including the Spiderman that you met 2099 hmm maybe something going on? Well, at least it's further away from you this time. He swings nearby and not knowing whether or not he can see you, you awkwardly send him a wave. Closing the trunk you secure your bag over your shoulder as you begin to push your shopping cart toward the lobby.

You have 4 bags in your hand 2 in each hand as you're making your third trip up the stairs. If the bags are too heavy you'll have to opt for only two bags at a time. You can already feel yourself becoming tired. It's only a matter of time till you have to pause for a break. As you walk back down the stairs ready to get more bags you pause the moment you see red and blue walking through the lobby doors. It's Spider-Man. 

He stands there chest heaving up and down with every breath that he takes. He looks up at you then he looks down in the direction of the shopping cart. You watch as his eyes narrow slightly before turning his attention back to you. It's weird you can't see his face at all but it feels like you can. Unsure of what to do you slowly make your way down the rest of the stairs. 

“Oh hello…is everything okay?” You stare at him as you walk towards the shopping cart. You don't know why he's here now you're sure you just saw him swinging around with the others.

“It's nice to see you again….I wanted to thank you again for yesterday….I really do appreciate it” You stand there growing nervous as he stares at you without saying a word. His breathing has slowed so his chest isn't heaving up and down as much as it was. You opened your mouth to speak again but then remembered when he said you talked a lot. 

“Well, I’ll catch you around then” Feeling your palms beginning to sweat you nervously wipe them on your jeans before turning around to grab more bags from the shopping cart. “Put that down” You turn around expecting him to be standing by the lobby doors but instead he's standing a few feet away towering over you like usual.

“I'm sorry?”

“Put the bags back in the cart” You give him a confusing look before you do as he says. You watch as he steps around you walking over to the shopping cart. He grabs onto the handle and holds it up behind his back and he then begins walking up the stairs. Wow that's…. he's strong.

“Oh you don't have to-”

“You shouldn't be doing this when you're pregnant” You follow behind him up the stairs as you place a gentle hand on your stomach.

“I know but I don't have anyone…. it's just me and my little one”  He turns to look at you over his shoulder.

“No one?” You give him a nod and he turns his head forward.

“Yeah, no one” Your voice comes out way smaller than you'd like. Finally reaching the 3rd floor you watch as he pushes the shopping cart to your door. 

“Oh, you remembered?” He straightens his back and somehow he grows even taller. Stopping in front of the door he looks at you expectedly.

“Open the door”  You give him a nod before opening the door. It's already unlocked since you already put the bags that you carried inside. Holding the door open for him he pushes the shopping cart inside. Once he's finally inside his head turns to look at the bags you already brought in. He then turns and stares at you for a moment before taking the bags out of the shopping cart and putting them on the counter.

Walking over to the bags that are on the floor you grab 2 and make your way over to the kitchen counter. You place them down and walk back over to get the rest.

“Can you just stay still?” You turn around to face him and his arms are crossed over his chest.

“What?”

“Just stop moving your-” He lets out a deep sigh before he continues. “I'll get it” You watch as he walks over to get the rest of the bags from off the floor. As he gets them you walk over and begin to unload those already on the counter placing them where they belong. The only sounds that can be heard are the ruffling of the plastic bags and the opening and closing of the fridge door.

“Hey, bossman, they unfortunately need you out there” Your head snaps in his direction and you watch the little woman hologram talk to Spider-Man. It's the same woman who did your scan yesterday. You begin to walk over to her to give her your thanks but she turns around to face you.

“Oh look bossman it's the pretty lady again. How are you feeling hun?” You find yourself smiling at the little woman.

“I'm feeling okay. I wanted to thank you for yesterday. We're both doing better” You gently rub your stomach as a smile emits on your face.

“Well I'm glad but…” She pauses and looks between you and Spider-Man. “I'm a little concerned…you know the longer you hang out with this grump the more grumpier you will become” You put a hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh but it barely does a thing. You steal a glance at Spiderman and his eyes narrow, you immediately clear your throat biting your lip to prevent yourself from laughing even more. 

“No I'm telling you he's very grumpy, it's like talking to a teenager-” Spiderman presses something on his watch and the little woman disappears. 

You give him an incredulous look. “Hey, she was talking” He turns around and begins to walk towards your window. You follow close behind as he opens it, steps through, and crouches. You stare at his back which flexes with each move he makes.

“How often do you get groceries?”

“Huh…?” He lets out a sigh before hanging his head low.

“Listen, I have to go…just tell me how often do you get groceries?”

“Oh I don't know it depends, my appetite has grown quite a bit so every two to three weeks” He nods before using his webs to swing away. You stand there by your window and watch as he leaves. You watch as he joins the others far far off into the distance. Wait…he was in the middle of fighting? So why did he come to help you? Either way, it was very nice of him. You'll have to repay him, maybe give him a gift or something.

You step away from the window, close it, and then look over to the clock. It's currently 5:00 p.m. You have at least 4 more hours before you have to be at work for 9. Walking into your bedroom you dig in your closet to get your clothes out for work. No matter what you wear now your bump is going to show so you opt for an off-the-shoulder black top and a pair of black flared leggings. As you get out your clothes you then stare at the bag of yarn you have on your closet floor. Hmm, maybe you can make him something. You look in the bag for red and blue yarn and you take your crochet hook bringing it into the kitchen. You place them down on the counter so you can finish putting away the groceries. You'll try to make him something when you finish putting the stuff away. Maybe you can head to the roof and do it under the stars before heading to work.

•°~°•

Miguel always puts his work first. It's in his nature. It's his duty. It's his job to make sure everything goes accordingly. The fate of the multiverse is in his hands for goodness sake. So then why in the middle of fighting an anomaly he goes to you..?

It makes no sense and he doesn't have a reason for it and that's what bugs him even more. But when he saw you out of the corner of his eye waving and pushing a shopping cart full of groceries he almost slammed into a building. What is wrong with you? You're well into your pregnancy and you're going to try to bring groceries up 3 flights of stairs. He's convinced you’re lacking brain cells only someone slow as hell would try to do that.

But the fact that you're married makes him upset. A real man would make sure his wife is taken care of. A real man would make sure the mother of his child is being taken care of no matter the circumstances. But you said that you have no one. It makes no sense but still, it doesn't matter even if you are no longer with your husband the point of the matter is that you're carrying his child and yet he's nowhere to be found. He runs his hands over his face to stop thinking about you. Like he said, you're another man's responsibility and another man's problem.

It's been almost 3 hours since your last encounter. 3 hours since he almost failed to put an anomaly back where it belongs all because of you. Or rather because the rest of the spiders can't seem to do anything right without him. He's currently on his way back to HQ when he sees you there sitting on the roof. The closer he gets he realizes that you're knitting?

He swings past his building once and then twice before he finally decides to land on the roof a few feet away from you. Only for 2 minutes, he thinks. He stares at you crouching with his feet flat against the floor, his fingertips lightly pressed on the concrete. The longer he stares the longer he realizes that you're not knitting, your needle has a hook and you're making something with legs. He clears his throat to get your attention and you flinch at the sound. Turning to face him the minute you see him you hastily put your work in the bag next to you. He tilts his head. Why did you do that…..weirdo.

“Oh, it's you…jeez, you scared me. What are you doing here?” You place a hand on your chest as a small smile emits on your face.

“Work”

“Oh, you're working?”

He shakes his head no. “Going to work” He then uses his index finger to point to the bag next to you but you push the bag further behind you. “Oh that's nothing….just a little thing I'm working on” Silence falls between the two of you the only sounds that can be heard are the bustling of the city below. He takes a look around to identify if there's any signs of danger that could be lurking nearby. Stealing a glance at you he notices that you're staring. Your eyes roam up and down his arms before you let out a gasp.

You point at him with your index finger and his eyes follow where you're pointing at. “Your arm my goodness Spidey you're bleeding” 

Spidey…?

You take a glance at your phone reading the time before you look back at him. “Come let me fix that for you I have about 45 minutes left before I have to leave for work” He watches as you try to get up but can't. You turn to look at him and he immediately gets the memo you need help. Sighing he stands up to his full height and watches as your eyes rake over his body. He holds out a hand while looking away from you. The moment he feels your hand in his he holds onto it gently before pulling you up.

“Thank you” He watches as you walk in front of him pushing the roof door and holding it open for him. Beckoning him to follow. He can't understand why he doesn't just tell you no.

“You coming Spidey?” He stares at you for a moment before grunting in response and walking through the door.

•°~°•

Miguel sits on your loveseat couch with his legs spread open, one arm resting between his legs, and one arm on the back of the couch. He sits there watching as you drink a glass of water. You walk over to him with the first aid kit in hand. He watches as you once again look at him up and down. What are you doing? You sink to your knees and begin to tie your hair back putting it in a loose ponytail. This is the second time you've done this in front of him and this is the second time he's felt his cock twitch with anticipation. Quickly pushing away the feeling he turns his away from you. It's weird he hasn't felt like that in a while. It's not because of you it's probably because he hasn't had any sexual release in months…or was it years? Either way, it's definitely not because of you.

He's pulled out of his thoughts when he feels 2 small pats on his knee. He slowly turns his head in that direction.

“You have a cut on your knee can you do the thingy with your suit?” He says nothing as he allows his suit to disengage. He watches as you begin to disinfect his cut. When you're finished you get up even though it takes you a few tries before you finally do. 

“Whew, I don't think I can do that anymore without leaning on something for support” You walk over to the kitchen and begin to lift a chair. Miguel sighs as he watches you you're going to end up hurting yourself one way or another.

“Step away from the chair” You give him a confused look before slowly placing the chair back down.

“Step away” You slowly step away from the chair but it's not enough. He uses his index and middle finger to signal you to move further away. When he feels like you're a good enough distance away he uses his webs to drag the chair to him. Your eyes grow wide with amazement as you walk over to him.

“Your webs are red” He nods

“That's so cool” He nods again

“I don't think I've ever seen any of the spiders with red webs” You push the chair with your feet to where you want it to go but then you sigh. “Can you move over? I might have to sit on the couch” Miguel moves over slightly, closing his legs to give you more room. You managed to sit criss-cross applesauce on the small couch before you went back to work. Miguel feels his body tense when he feels you touching and holding his bruised arm ever so gently. He doesn’t know the last time he’s felt a touch so gentle, so careful as if he’ll break. The last time he’d ever felt anything close to this was when….was when…..Miguel abruptly rises to his feet not bothering to give you a warning. He needs to get out of here.

“Whoa hey, I wasn’t done yet” Walking to your window he hears your bare feet hitting the floor following close behind him. You shouldn’t be walking around the house without no slippers on.

“Spidey, wait what happened…did—did I do something wrong?” He says nothing as he exits the window crouching with his feet flat against the floor. You stick your hand out through the window placing it gently on his shoulder. “Spidey hey-”

Standing up to his full height he gets ready to swing back to HQ shaking your hand off of him. This is just what he gets for staying past his welcome. This is what he gets for stopping by here in the first place. “You’re going to be late for work”

•°~°•

You’re walking to work with your hands across your chest feeling confused as ever. You didn’t do anything wrong, you're sure of it. You even made the effort to talk less since he didn't like that the very first time you met. Sighing, you walk into the bar growing happy as you take it in there's barely anyone in there. Although it's still early and there's time for more patrons to come in you get to relish in the calm atmosphere for now. You go to the back to clock in and put your bag down. Making your way to the bar you switch out with the current bartender and begin to get to work.

It's now 4 am and you've probably served about 20 people since you've gotten to work at 9 pm and truthfully that isn't a lot. There are currently 4 people at the bar right now. 3 are having a conversation and the other one Mr.Autumn who happens to be a regular has lost himself in his glass. So you decide to take that time to get started on some homework. You quickly walk to the back to get your assigned reading, grabbing the notepad that you use to write down complicated orders and get to work. 

You're lost deep into the words of the book when you hear the front door opening. Looking to see who it is you mentally groan when you do. It's your rude neighbor. You haven't seen him since yesterday. Rolling your eyes you turn your attention back to your work. That is until out of the corner of your eye you see Mr.Autumn moving, his eyes finally wavering away from his glass.

His eyes meet yours and he gives you a lopsided smile then his eyes dart down to your stomach where despite your all-black outfit your bump is finally visible. “W-Well I’ll be damned you got a little bun in your oven Red?”

“I do and why do you keep calling me that?”

“Cause every time I see you you got red lipstick on”

You place your book and notepad in your apron pockets as you make your way over to your neighbor. “You ready to order?” He nods, placing the menu he had in his hand on the bar. “Whiskey” You move to make him his drink when you hear Mr.Autumn clearing his throat.

“You look quite big, how far along are you?” You scoff at his words this is the second time someone has told you that and they both happen to be in the same room. 

“I’m not that big I’m only 20 weeks” A beat passes before choosing your next words. You wave your finger between the 2 men. “You know it’s not nice to point out how huge I am” 

You lock eyes with your neighbor and he gives you a confused look over his glass. “What did I do?” You get startled by the sound of his voice so deep and so raspy as if he hasn't spoken in months. Turning your eyes back to your book you mumble under your breath. “You know what you did”

“I don’t”

“Well then figure it out”

“Oh, what did you do…if you get on Red’s bad side you must have done something wrong. She’s as sweet as they come” Your neighbor scoffs as he turns his attention to his drink. You begin to annotate your book while writing down some notes resting your forearm on your stomach for some support. “Being nice won’t get you free drinks”

 He sighs “It was worth a shot…..Whatcha reading?”

“It’s for a school assignment”

“Hell Red you telling me you go to school in the day and come here every night to work while carrying one of those terrors around?”

“Yes and don’t call her that” You pick up a rag and throw it to Mr.Autumn. “Her?” Both your neighbor and Mr.Autumn speak at the same time. Your eyes dart between the two of them before 

you gently rub your stomach. 

“Yes her, I’m having a baby girl”  As soon as you finish you feel her move it’s like she knows. You giggle to yourself before looking up, eyes locking with your neighbor. You give him a small smile and for a second you guys just stare at each other. You never held eye contact with him for this long before. Growing nervous you begin to wipe your palms on your leggings. He looks away, downing the rest of his drink in one go. Slamming his glass down on the bar he slides it forward in your direction.

Walking over to him you grab the glass and fill it up with more whiskey. “Say you got a man Red?” You sigh at his words. If you got a penny for each time you got this question since working here you're sure you'd have over a thousand dollars.

Turning your attention back to your book although you haven't been doing too much tonight your legs are starting to grow tired so you gently rub your knees. “Nope”

“Boyfriend?”

“No”

“Hus-” You cut him off

“He's nothing but the sperm donor so please just drop it, Mr.Autumn”

“You know I could be your-” You cut him off with the click of your tongue. “How's your wife, Mr.Autumn?” You shift on your feet before finally making your way over to get yourself a chair. This should be fine right? You go to lift a stool before hearing a dissatisfied grunt from behind you.

“Move” Knowing who the voice belongs to, you turn around expecting him to be on his stool only to catch him a few feet behind you.

“Excuse me?” You fold your arms across your chest as you look him up and down. Taking in his outfit he's wearing a pair of black sweatpants with a black compression top. The top does nothing to hide his muscles from underneath or his huge pecs. His arms are humongous and it's almost scary to look at.

“You know an “excuse me” would be nice”

“Not really my style”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Oh, so it's not your style to have manners then…” You take a moment to look him up and down before locking eyes. “Hmm, you know what it seems like the shoe fits” You watch with satisfaction when his face turns into a scowl. You turn around slightly bending over to pick up the stool when you feel a gentle hand on your forearm pushing you to the side. You watch as he picks up the stool with one hand and walks around the bar placing the stool right in the middle.

Watching as he walks back to his stool you stand there slightly annoyed and slightly surprised. You weren't expecting him to do that. Rolling your eyes you cross your hands over your chest as you walk back to the bar steadying yourself as you sit down. Turning your attention back to your reading. 

“I asked you a question, Mr.Autumn” 

You hear him sigh before speaking. “She's mad at me ‘n I don't know how to fix it”

“And what did you do?”

“That's not important, I just need to fix it…..I miss my wife” You look up from your work and stare at him. For some men, it would be a crime to say they miss their wives. Some men would rather say they “miss the boys” before missing their wife and here Mr.Autumn is on a Wednesday night…well morning getting lost in the brown liquid in his cup when he would rather be with his wife.

“Maybe you can start with an apology, maybe explain your side of the story, and a gift would be nice. Maybe cook dinner, take her out to dinner, get her something she needs” A beat passes before you can think of anything else. “Oh wait and flowers”

“She doesn't like flo-”

“Every woman likes flowers Mr.Autumn it doesn't even have to be a bouquet a single rose is fine….but she's your wife so you should probably choose the bouquet” You watch as he nods while using his index finger to play with the rim of his glass. Placing your book and notepad on your stool you walk over to Mr.Autumn gently removing the glass from his hands.

Lowering your voice you put a gentle hand on his. “Go home to your wife…I'm sure she misses you dearly” He nods as he places 40 dollars down. Walking towards the door he turns around to look at you.

“Thank you, Red you're a great woman”

You wave your hand back and forth in dismissal “Oh it's not-”

“Any man will be lucky to have you” He turns back around, opening the door. “The last one was an idiot for letting you go” You watch as he walks down the street and as he disappears around the corner. You stand there for a moment as you feel the tears in your eyes threatening to spill over. If only your ex-husband knew that. If only he would have treated you right before it got to the point where you would flinch every time he raised a hand. If only your ex-husband would've allowed you to leave sooner then maybe…just maybe the pain would be bearable.

You allow your curls to fall in front of your face as you wipe your tears with the back of your palm. Grabbing the glass that Mr.Autumn left you hastily make your way over to the sink to wash it out. Sighing as you make your way over to the stool you tuck a few of your curls behind your ears. When finally sitting down you feel her moving. Placing your hands on your hip you watch as you can see her moving through your shirt. It's weird knowing that you're growing a little human. You're a little nervous to do this all by yourself but you have faith that you're going to be a good mom. It just sucks that you won't be able to get the full pregnancy experience. No gender reveal party, no baby shower, no having fun painting and getting the nursery ready. You won't have any of that cause it's just you and her…..even if you had just one person in your corner then things will be a little better. Some things are just better doing it with others.

You then feel a small kick in your stomach. Or rather a punch that one felt strong. You sigh and gently pat your stomach. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to get you upset” You know she can't hear you yet but it feels like she can. You bite back a yawn as you feel your eyelids grow heavy. Turning your head to the clock on the wall you read the time. 5:30 only 30 more minutes to go and then it's home sweet home.

Looking up, your eyes fall on your neighbor who's sitting there staring at you…well he's staring at your stomach. When he finally looks up and realizes that you caught him staring he rolls his eyes folding his arms across his chest. You notice that the ends of his ears are red?

The three people who were sitting at the bar placed down a $100 bill before exiting so now it's just you and your neighbor. Silence fills the air as he sips on his whiskey and you sit there staring at the clock and waiting for the clock to strike six. Deciding to break the silence you decide to make conversation with him. Is this the smartest idea? No. Are you going to do it anyway? Yes.

“So…how's your day going?”

………..

You're met with silence as he downs the rest of the drink pushing the glass forward. Shaking your head you fold your hands across your chest. “Nuh uh big guy if you want another drink you're going to have to answer my question” You get up pushing your stool a little closer so you're sitting directly in front of him the only barrier between you is the bar.

“How was your day?”

“Fine” He uses his index finger to push the glass even closer to you. Thankfully the bottle of whiskey is within arms reach so you pour some for him slightly leaning forward.

“Now your turn feel free to ask me a question”

“There's no need”

“Oh come on don't be like that. We have 25 minutes left and I'm pretty sure you're going to wait till closing so I don't want to sit here in silence”

“Why not it'll do you some good” Crossing your arms over your chest you roll your eyes as you decide on your next question.

“Okay um….how tall are you?”

“6 '9” You snap your fingers. “I knew it you're so huge it's insane truthfully I didn't think it'd be possible for someone to be this tall” You watch him take a sip of his drink and his eyes dart down to your stomach.

“What's your name?” He looks down at his glass pointing to it and you realize it's empty jeez how much is he going to drink?

“You're drinking so much, how are you not slurring your words right now?” You pour him some more whiskey.

“High tolerance” You nod before looking at him expectantly.

“Go on. What's your name?”

He scoffs. “You don't need to know that”

“I think I do, you're my neighbor and you might even meet my little one in a few months so it'll be nice to know who I'm sleeping next to” He raises his eyebrows over his glass before his eyes dart to your stomach once again.

“Oh please you know what I mean. I didn't take you to be so immature”

“I'm not”

You shrug your shoulders. “Sure seems like it”

“Well, I can tell you my name. We can do a name exchange. A tit for tat”

“There's also no need for that”

“Oh come on don't be like that” You watch as he digs in his pockets pulling out his phone. He then shows you his phone screen.

“Times up” You roll your eyes before getting off your stool.

“You’re lucky I'm tired” You begin to pick up the stool to put it back where it belongs when you see a hand reaching out from over the bar and grabbing the stool out of your hands. You watch as he pulls it over the bar with one hand.

You mumble under your breath. “Show off” You grab his glass bringing it to the sink so you can wash it. You spray cleaning products on the bar and begin to wipe it down. When you reach where your neighbor is standing, you pause as he places a hundred-dollar bill down.

“That's too much”

“Keep the change” You give him a weird look, making your way to the cash register to get out his change and begin to hand it back to him.

“I said keep the change” You go to put the money back into the cash register when you hear him sighing.

“You don't listen at all” He takes the cash out of your hand and places it in your apron. Oh. That's what he meant.

“I don't need-”

“Don't care” You stare up at him before giving him a small smile.

“You know…. I'm not the type of person to take money from people, especially from a rude man who refuses to tell me his name but these diapers aren't going to buy themselves. So thank you.” He places his hands in his pockets shrugging his shoulders.

“Well you sure seem like the type”

“Oh, buzz off” Sighing you turn your attention back to cleaning the bar.

You're putting some of the dishes away when you hear him impatiently tapping his foot on the 

floor. “Can't you move any faster it's late” Your ears perk up at his statement.

“Oh you didn't tell me that you were waiting for me”

“I'm not we're walking in the same direction”

You tilt your head at his words. “That’s literally the same thing” You finally turn to look at him and his expression is unreadable. “You know even though you're rude as hell I think it's cool that you're waiting for me it's still dark out and I-” He suddenly turns around heading for the door and you quickly begin to wipe your wet hands on your apron before taking out the contents in it and folding it neatly.

“Wait—hold on” You fast walk to the back to clock out and put your apron away. “Sorry sorry, I won't get mushy just-” Stepping out back into the bar you practically shove your homework and the cash that he gave you into your bag as you walk to catch up to him. It isn't until you hear the bells on top of the door chime letting you know it's too late. He already left. “Just don't leave me” Feeling defeated, you let your shoulders sag, slowing down your pace. You finish hauling your bag on your shoulder as you turn off the lights and begin to lock up.

He's the second person that left you today. What is it? Are you doing something wrong? It's insane really. It makes no sense why you're trying to seek friendship with Spiderman and a man who lacks basic communication skills. But it's hard…..no one at school wants to talk to you or even tries to talk to you. You've always been a social person. You like going out, you like being outside, you like being with others you always have and now that you're pregnant it feels like you're desperate for it. For the interactions and meeting new people. Usually, you'd be okay with accepting that there are just some people who aren't going to like you or people who want nothing to do with you but you just……

 Sighing you blink your eyes rapidly so the tears won't fall. Once outside you stare up at the sky taking in the light blue that's slowly creeping up. Folding your arms across your chest you hug yourself as the morning breeze passes you by. You don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this. It's okay. You'll be okay. You'll both be okay.

As you begin your journey back home you look down at your stomach when you feel her moving again. It feels fine at first but then you feel a sharp pain in your lower stomach near your pelvis. “Ow, I'm sorry…..I know me and you make good company. I'm sure there's someone out there who would love to spend time with us” You lean forward a little whispering to her. “We're just too cool for that grumpy old man” You smile to yourself before placing a kiss on your index and middle finger placing it on your stomach. You probably look insane to anyone who's passing by but you don't care. As far as your concern it's only you and her right now.

“I’m not grumpy and I'm not old” Your head snaps in the direction of the deep voice and you find your neighbor leaning against the brick wall of the bar to your left. His back is flat against the wall with one leg resting on it. His hands are tucked in his pockets as a few curls frame his face.

“So you wanna be a creep and watch me now?”

“No I was here first…you're just not aware of your surroundings”

“But you just stood there watching me talk to her without saying anything…. that's total creep vibes mister” He sighs and gets off the wall and walks towards you till he's standing directly in front of you. You have to crane your neck up to make eye contact with him. It's hard to process that that man is 6’9. Like who in the world is-

“Listen, man, are we going home or not?” You give him a confused look before a small smile creeps on your face. “Oh?.......Oh! Okay yes, I didn't know that you were waiting for me…I thought you left me”

He turns his head away from you shrugging his shoulders. “I'm still here aren't I?”

“Oh….thank you it's nice to walk with someone it can get a little crazy early in the morning sometimes. Especially when the bar is full of men.” You both turn around as you begin to walk back home. You guys walk about 2 blocks before he finally opens his mouth to respond.

“And why is that?”

You shrug your shoulders. “Oh nothing really you know how men are”

You hear him scoff. “I don't actually enlighten me” You steal a glance at him but he's looking straight ahead.

You clear your throat before you continue. “Oh uh…it only happened once but I don't know there were these two men who made me feel uncomfortable so I had to ask the security guard to walk me home”

“You what..?”

“Yeah but it only happened-”

“You do know that you're pregnant right?”

“Yes I think I know that by now mister”

“So then why—what days do you work?”

“Excuse me?” You watch as he walks forward and holds open a door for you. Jeez, how did you make it home so fast? You mumble a thank you as you walk through the doors. Walking all the way inside you stop right by the stairs giving him room so he can walk up first. When he finally reaches in front of you he stares at you for a little while before he sighs and uses his hand to gesture for you to go forward.

You tilt your head at him before giving him an incredulous look. Laughing a little before you begin to walk up the stairs. You place a hand under your stomach and rest a hand on the railing.

“Is this a development of character I see?” He grunts. “It's not…..I just have no desire to go upstairs quickly”

“Mhmm whatever you say”

“Now answer my question what's your work schedule”

“Why…you plan on watching me all night?”

You hear a thud behind you as if he missed a step. You look over your shoulder to see if he's alright. “I—what no Jesus do you hear yourself right now” 

You bite back a giggle as you see him recovering. “Are you ok-”

“Just answer my question” You hear him mumble under his breath. “You're making me regret it already”

“I really want to thank you for walking with me tonight you didn't have to do that” He begins to unlock his door grunting in response.

“Okay okay….I work Monday-Friday from 9-6” Finally you reach the 3rd floor you place your other hand on your stomach. You exhale standing there for a moment before you continue. “They really need to fix this elevator. I won't be able to do this soon without having to take a break every 5 steps” Walking to your door you dig for your keys in your bag. Once you have it you place a hand on your door and turn around to face him.

“Just don't expect it every night”

You nod your head. “I know I know but-” He walks inside, closing his door. Leaving you standing there alone in the hallway.

“Well at least we had an actual conversation where I didn't want to kick him down the stairs” You feel her moving again as you begin to unlock the door. You laugh to yourself as you step inside. “Okay okay come on let's go to bed”

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I FUCKING FOUND IT

"Ao'nung!"

ikik SUCH a creative title im a genius

anywho this just kinda came to me so i wanted to write it for all you peeps to (hopefully) enjoy

reader will be metkayina simply bc i am, as i have stated before, very lazy and do not feel like having to make a backstory or anything

ao'nung x fem!metkayina!reader (aged up ofc)

note: maruis pods is what they call their homes so ima use that

song playing rn: mine by alex sloane

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"ao'nung," you giggled into the kiss, walking backwords as he guided you into your shared maruis pod. his hand was one your hip while the other was closing the entrance as you walked in.

you could feel him smile into the kiss as he lead you deeper into the pod, messily kissing him with your arms hanging loosely around his neck.

once you were deeper inside he broke the kiss to instead lay kisses on the junction of your neck and collar bone. you craned your neck to give him better access while smoothing your hands over his broad chest.

you laughed as he hastily undid your cloth. he tried shushing you but ended up laughing too.

"shh," he said between laughs, "unless you want people to hear," you quieted at that, suddenly remembering it was the middle of the day and the maruis pods weren't exactly thick. you completely forgot how ao'nung had managed to get you in here to begin with.

"wait maybe we shouldn't-" you pushed slightly on his chest, starting to take a step back when he grabbed your face and passionately kiss you. you moaned into the kiss, hands gripping on to his waist tightly.

"we should," ao'nung said when he broke the kiss, "you just have to be quiet for me, okay?" you nodded your head with anticipation as you felt ao'nung's hands travel down to cup the back of your thighs.

you yelped when he picked you up, instinctively wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. he walked until your back met the wall, kissing you the entire time.

he didn't break the kiss when he slid a finger down to your cunt, collecting your slick before putting a finger in. you moaned into the kiss, grinding yourself down onto his finger.

it wasn't long before he added a second finger. you broke the kiss, resting your head against his as you caught your breath, looking down and watching his fingers went in and out of your pretty cunt.

you whined as he curled his fingers inside of you, eyes widening when he covered your mouth with his hand.

"shh baby," you internally panicked when ao'nung reminded you that anyone could potentially be listening at any moment. "unless you want people to hear," he gave you a smug grin and you dug your nails deeper in retaliation but it didn't work the way you wanted. he groaned at the pain and you got an instant reminder that he liked when you hurt him.

he slowly pulled his fingers out and brought them up to your lips. you knowingly opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers that had been inside of you.

"fuck baby you're so hot," he took his fingers out of your mouth to kiss you hungrily. you could feel his dick twitch in his cloth and smiled into the kiss.

"ao'nung take this off," you said against his lips and he laughed.

"well someone's eager," he teased, cocking an eyebrow at you as he took off his cloth, his dick hitting his stomach between you two. you pulled his hair, making him let out a small moan and he glared at you.

"keep quiet," you said mocking him. "oh shit ao'nung-," your laughter turned into a moan when he began circling your clit with his thumb. you threw your head back so hard that it hit the wall with a thunk, but you didn't care.

"what was that about being quiet," his voice was smug but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction he wanted so instead of answering, you bit your tongue trying to keep yourself from moaning. although you knew your body was giving you away as your hips bucked up into his touch.

"ao'nung please," you whined, lifting your hair to look at him with pleading eyes. you were no longer trying to keep him from getting what he wanted. you were desperate for him to fuck you now and if you had to beg, you would.

"please what baby," he asked innocently as he slowed his assault on your clit. "tell me what you want and i'll give it to you. you just have to ask pretty girl," he placed a messy kiss on your collar bone before looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to give him the satisfaction of hearing you ask for him.

at first you glared at him with the little defiance you had left. but when his fingers left your cunt completely you set your pride aside immediately.

"please fuck me," your voice was barely above a whisper when you spoke. but ao'nung could hear you loud and clear, more than happy to deliver.

"anything for you pretty girl," his voice was husky when he spoke and it sent a shiver up your spine.

you were panting with anticipation as you rested your head on his, watching him line his dick with your cunt. both of you moaned as he moved his hips forward.

you were a whimpering mess when he bottomed out and he enjoyed every second of it.

"aw look at you baby," he cooed, almost pulling all the way out before pushing back in. "so pathetic," you nuzzled your head into his neck out of embarrassment and he laughed. you moaned into his neck as he started moving your hips for you. "why'd you get all quiet on me pretty girl," he asked, right before pounding into you just to hear you yelp and feel your grip on his shoulders tighten. "there we go,"

"ao'nung!" you lifted your head to glare at him. "we have to be quiet," you hissed, ears drawn back as he smiled at you, continuing on moving your hips. he rolled his eyes, although he was beginning to lose control himself, thighs tense as he began to pound into you. "oh fuck ao'nung right there- right there," you didn't care about being quiet anymore. only focused on your own impending orgasm.

"i thought you said to be quiet."

"shut the fuck up and keep fucking me," you said quickly, eyes locked on his dick disappearing inside you.

"yes ma'am." he placed a kiss on your forehead before moving to leave sloppy kisses on your neck. "fuck baby- im not gonna last much longer," his face was tense now, too busy focusing on fucking you to joke around.

"me too," you were panting, hands holding on to ao'nungs shoulders for dear life as he thrusted into you. you kissed his neck as he continued to fuck you, biting down when you orgasmed. it seemed like your whole body was shaking against him.

"that right pretty girl cum on my dick," his thrusts became more sporadic and you knew he was getting closer. your walls tightened around him from the over stimulation and he groaned at the feeling. "fuck baby- fuck," he moaned through gritted teeth, his hands had a vice grip on your waist as he came inside. he hissed as he pulled out, some of his cum spilling out of your hole. "can you stand or did i fuck you too good," his cocky smile was back and you flipped him off, uncrossing your legs so you were standing on shaky legs.

your face heated up when you felt his cum dripping down the side of your thigh, not daring to look down at it. before you do anything, ao'nung was already on his knees, licking your thigh clean. you stood there looking down at him, eyes wide in shock.

"all clean," he pecked your lips and went to get your cloths. "oh by the way," he started with his back turned to you. "i like it when you fight back, its hot."

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i didnt know how to end it....

but yes i think you and ao'nung would be going back and forth during sex until eventually you give up bc you want him to fuck you already

i already want to write some sub ao'nung bc i love seeing cocky guys begging to fuck you

holup— ima need a moment with my thoughts 🥵🥵 miguel sending reader’s ex a photo mid-sex is so petty and so him!! he would follow up with a video of himself giving you back shots (he’ll hide your face because he’s a gentlemen (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)), flip the camera around to show his face with a smirk and say “lose her number” because he’s a cocky ass mf

MAAAN you’re onto something anon, cuz a waterfall just breaks down in between my legs🤤🤤

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“hmm, you like that huh, baby?”

his lips pulls into a lazy smirk, heavy panting as he pounds you from behind. both of his hands gripping onto your hips, talons digging slightly into the skin giving you the perfect pain of pleasure,

“yes papi—fuck yes” you mewl, mouth slightly wide open as you release another moan that makes his cock twitch. “i love how deep you get inside me”

he exhales a dark chuckle as he pounds faster, “sé que te gusta. dirty, dirty fucking girl.” then he leans slightly to whisper on your ear. “only for me, hm?”

you nod, biting down onto your lower lip as you’re running out of things to say. your brain tends to fogged when you have his cock deep inside your cunt, but you wouldn’t have it any other way,

as he about to fist your hair up, he hears a ‘ding’ coming from your phone. his brows furrowed curiously, because who the fuck is hitting up your phone at this hour? couldn’t be someone from work,

“who’s that?” he asks breathlessly as he watches you pull your head back before grabbing your phone and check,

“aw fuck”

“what?” he asks again, hearing you groan. “who is it?”

“remember Jonathan?” you ask as you look over your shoulder at him

oh man, he does not need to be told twice.

his expression then slowly formed into anger and annoyance, grunting in disgust as he snatches your phone,

“i’ll teach him a fucking lesson” he says through gritted teeth, hips snapping back into yours as he continues to thrust even faster,

miguel unlocks your phone, pressing the camera before he starts to take a video of your backside. the sound of your dirty moans are filling the room as he plunges deeper, his other hand coming to give your ass a smack.

the word ‘papi’ and ‘miguel’ keeps falling off your lips like a prayer, and it just feeds his ego even more. because he knows that Jonathan will watch this video and learns that you don’t belong to that sorry excuse of a man anymore.

no. you belong to him.

“tell me, baby” he adjusts the camera to the back of your head, making sure that your face isn’t in it. “who’s pussy is this?”

“yours” you say without any hesitation, knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets far too hard. “and no one else’s”

“good girl” he then flips the camera to show his face. his expression is dead serious, eyes locked into the screen as if he’s staring Jonathan in person. and for the icing on a cake, his fangs make a tiny bit appearance just to creep him off.

“lose her number, tú hijo de puta. or i’ll kill you” with that he sends it to your ex, throwing your phone to the side. “now he fucking knows to not text you anymore ”

hearing that makes you flush as you giggle. miguel’s hand slowly glide down against you back and pressing you onto the mattress so he can lay his body down completely on top. “my woman” he whispers lowly into your ear,

“hm, maybe next time if he does it again, you should take a picture of me sucking your cock, right papi?” you suggest with a sly smirk,

he groans at that, his hand coming up to choke you as the other supporting his weight beside your torso.

“ay, that’s why you’re my everything, mami”

i cant be descriptive as i want to be 💀 im working on it yall dont worry

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

bruh I just lost a good jungkook fanfic and i wasnt even halfway