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certainlynotasimp · 2 years ago

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OH MY GOD. THE WAY I JUST SCREAMED IN MY PILLOW BECAUSE OF YOUR NEW SUNNY FIC AGDGJAEGAJAVSG ITS SOSOSOS CUTE I CANT BREATHEHEHEHEHE. it got me thinking…sunny and miggy are perfect for the one bed trope 😭😭😭😭😭 just imagine miggy acting like it doesn’t effect him, sleeping in the same bad as sunny. i’m already giggling thinking about it. PLEASE WRITE A FIC ABOUT IT WHEN YOU HAVE THE TIME 😭🙏

As Warm As You.

Miguel O’Hara x Female! Reader

A/N: OMG! Thank you so much for the love and the request! 💕🤍 I personally never read anything from this trope, but I think I made something that can satisfy your fluffy craving😅. But I added some Sunny lore, so maybe this will make up for my ignorance. I’m also sorry it’s kinda short.

A/N: I haven’t seen the movie yet, but this shouldn’t be harmed by it maybe. Also I would like to say that I am using Google Translate for the Spanish phrases I use, so if you are fluent in Mexican Spanish (I think that’s what you call phrases and sayings more common in Mexico.), please comment some criticism my way. Thank you!🤍

Warnings: Trauma, Nightmares, comfort, fluffy bits, One Bed, Miguel is a secret softie, No Use of YN ((Sunny is her nickname, not her name name)), Female pronouns, Google Translate Spanish, Established relationship?

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“Ben?…Ben!”

The little spider’s scream cuts through the screeching sirens. The smog hung around the air as the dying flames stained the sky. Too many flames…Too many places to be at once.

The red staining the dark costume caused bile to build up as the search becomes more desperate.

I have to find him.

The dull pain from nails bending and breaking as the rumble falls around her shaking frame. The choked panting caused the Doctor to find his friend quite easily. His friend desperately searching for something. Someone.

Why can’t I find him?

The question is answered with a patch of dark hair appears under a pile of rumble, the tips stained in red. There was so much…why is there so much…

A howl of pain rings out of the young woman’s throat as she clings to the body, her mentor just steps behind her, helpless as to how he can help her.

No one can help her. Like how no one helped her Ben.

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A faint flash of orange alerts the sleeping man out of his endless dream. He looks around and doesn’t notice anyone at first. Miguel sighs, his paranoia running wild as he almost thought an enemy broke into his apartment, not that it would be a first. As he lays back down to sleep, a slight drag against the floor brings the hairs on the back of his neck to life.

He may not have a spider-sense, but he certain knew when someone was watching him. His talons burrow at as the sound patters closer to his bed. With out hesitation, he lunges towards the noise, his hands catching the form of an invisible figure as he rams them into the wall. A yelp with a whiff of vanilla and lavender stops him from ripping the invisible person’s throat out.

“Cariño?…” Miguel whispers as he retracts his claws. A faint whimpering emerges from the solid unseen being in front of him as her body materializes in the moonlight. The lines of her spider suit glowing an ethereal green as her mask disintegrates, revealing her tear stained face.

“What are you doing?” His eyebrows furrow as he looks at her suspiciously, despite knowing that she was the only one he knows wouldn’t hurt him. His mind blurs his confusion and frustration as he steps back to allow her to recover from being slammed into the wall. Certainly there wasn’t a big enough emergency that the beloved residential ray of sunshine would leave her room at The Lobby to break into his dimension, and bedroom to come get him.

“You know better than to use the gizmo to…” His scolding comes to a halt when the young woman hugs his figure, burning her head into his firm chest.

His shirt becomes wet with her tears as she sobs. The realization hits him as she whimpers into his touch.

She had the dream again.

No. She had the memory again.

His arms wrapped around her short frame as he buried his nose into her hair. Her scent filled the hole of sorrow her cries burned into him. As he rubs her back, her cries eventually stopped as she pulls away from him, an apology already waiting on her lips.

“I’m sorry, Miggy…it was really bad this time…” She mutters as she tries wiping her tears away as she forces a shy smile.

She felt ashamed for bothering him. Miguel was a busy man and she could have just stayed in her room at The Lobby, but the screams were too much.

His screams were too much.

Miguel doesn’t respond as he heads over to his dresser, pulling open a drawer. His face remaining emotionless as he retrieves a sweatshirt that sparked her familiarity.

The old gray crew neck sweatshirt with a fraying collar and mysterious stains along the sleeves. The old golden initials of NYU were cracked and picked apart due to many trips in the wash and anxious tendencies. A faint blush appears as she remembers the first time she ever saw that sweatshirt, the memory being one of her favorite…it was the first time she felt so warm since that day…

Miguel attracts her attention again when he rolls up the fabric in his hands and forces the neck over her head. Her hair sticking awkwardly as she peers up at Miguel in awe at how caring he was despite his annoyed expression.

“Brazos arriba, Sunshine.” He whispers as he helps her arms through the sleeves. She blindly follows him like a student being instructed. The taller spider stands back as he raises an eyebrow expectantly.

“I appreciate that you enjoy the suit I made you, mi luz.” Miguel states with a slight teasing smile. “But you probably wanna be more comfortable for bed.”

“Oh yea…” The small spider blushes in embarrassment as she disintegrates her suit back into her gizmo device. A shiver travels up her spine as the cold air on her legs, leaving her almost exposed except for the old sweatshirt.

“Now then,” Miguel sighs as he walks back over to his bed and crawls back under the covers. “I have several meetings in the morning, so I need to sleep.”

The little spider shuffles in her spot for a few moments as Miguel closes his eyes, getting ready to sleep again. With a nail between her teeth, the girl heads for the door to go find the couch when Miguel clears his throat. She turns back to look at him when she sees the covers beside him pulled back. Miguel’s open eye glaring at her as he groans. “It would be a lot easier for me to leave in the morning if you are in here and not in my way.”

A warm smile forms on her face as she excitedly comes into his bed. Miguel’s front facing her as his burgundy gaze burns with false annoyance and exhaustion. Miguel sighs as he feels the smaller being’s weight snuggles into his broad chest as expected.

“Thank you, Miggy.” She whispers. Her eyes peering up at him with gratitude and an emotion that only shines for him, his own secret that he will die to keep to himself.

Miguel rolls his eyes as his eyes meet hers, his warm cheeks hidden by the darkness. “Go to sleep, Cariño. You’re gonna need it for training.”

She giggles as she wraps her arms around his waist like a teddy bear. “Sweet Dreams, mi bonita araña..” She mumbles as she closes her eyes. His warmth fills the coldness of her nightmares as sleep draws her to peaceful breaths. Miguel remains frozen for a few moments as he makes sure she is deep in REM sleep before his gaze softens.

His rapidly beating heart acts as her lullaby as he places a kiss on her crown.

“Sweet dreams, mi vida…” He whispers into her scalp as his arms loom around her, acting as her shield before he slips into a sweet slumber in his light’s embrace.

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sashi-ya · 2 years ago

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Hiii how are you? I love reading all the stuff you write specially smuts it’s amazing. You are an amazing and kind person thank you soo much for all the hard work. I just saw the new event I’m soo excited!! I’m gonna request Simple/Basic demon Shanks(before he lost his hand) with (female reader). Nature of female is human./Place is earth./Demon fell in loves with a human but she doesn’t get the hints. Story Nsfw.(Readers first time)./Kinks.anything you like but can you add do thigh riding, orgasm denial and overstimulation I guess.😭. It’s a lot I hope you understand.

Hewo baby!! of coursee! I hope you like it!! :3 Thank u for support and love, hun!! 💖~

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He is the son of the king, the king of hell. With beautiful red locks, as the flames of the place he was found. Every time he walks, people faint… But he feels lonely, oh so lonely...

He watches her from afar, he rounds around her body during her sleep, he has fallen in love with a human… But humans and demons can’t fall in love, can they?

No horns, no tail, as a human he presents to you; “Hi, I’m Shanks… I just moved into the big city; do you perhaps could have a job for me?”

You examine the man in front of you, he is young, but not a teenager. Red hair, a subtle scar over his left eye. Handsome features, aura that makes you weak and shy. “I guess you can help me with the store, I can’t promise to pay you a lot… but while you get a better job this might help you” you offer him, not sure why you offered him the job so straightforwardly. He nods, flashing a smile that makes you feel something inside your tummy. Such a man that seems the incarnation of sin…

“You can start now if you wish” you tell him, offering him your apron. “You could help me with those cans, please, put them over that self” you command, pointing at one of the aisles of your little convenience store. He happily ties tightly the apron around his waist, showing you his body is way muscled than you thought it was under his white shirt.

You blink a few times and smile subtly at him. Shanks vibes is quite intriguing, but mainly confusing… how can a man look so harmless but so harmful at the same time?

The filtering sunset rays that tint your store in orange tones, announce the day is coming to an end. A little red lock falls over his countenance, he wipes the sweat off his forehead. The new employee has been working hard since he entered the store, and it wouldn’t be a shame if you didn’t offer him something to drink.

“Uh… Shanks? Would you like to have something to drink? You can pick anything you’d like from the fridges” you tell him, pointing at the can area. He looks at you with a smile that makes you shiver, and grateful for your attention he picks a can of beer.

“Is it ok if I drink some beer?” he asks, before opening the can. “Sure, we are about to close so don’t worry” you tell him, so ready to scape to the back of your store where your home is.

Soon the afternoon turns to night, and without noticing the closing time had arrived. Time flies when you have a good chat, and that’s all that his charming self has given to you while he drinks his beer. You can’t help but look at his lips every time he speaks; those are pretty, but, in reality… you can’t look him in the eye. There is something intimidating when you do so, something that steals your ability to think, to breath…

“So, I’m leaving. See you tomorrow, boss!” he chimes, about to leave your store. “Uh, sure. Shanks, uh… you where are you staying? Would you mind giving me your number and your address? I mean since you are my employee now?” you stutter, and yet you ask him either way.

He smiles guiltily and scratches the back of his neck. It’s no long since you discover this man is homeless. He is planning on living at the train station, or a manga café. Something where he could pass the night until he is able to find a new home.

You sigh, your heart is way too big to let a man like him be alone in the middle of the night. “I have a guest room. It doesn’t have more than a futon, but I think it’s better than sleeping in the bathroom of the station” you tell him, regretting it instantly… how could you be so naïve? Is his pretty face making you avoid rational thinking? What if he is a murderer, or even worse?

Your mother yelling at you appears in your mind, but him grabbing your hand to thank you makes you instantly forget about her and the imaginary scolding.

The graze of his hand against yours makes you once stiffen up. There is something weird in those red eyes, something attractive and deadly… Shanks quickly helps you close the store and turn off the lights, and soon follows you inside your house.

“It’s not big, but it’s a roof” you tell him, showing the little space where you live. It is indeed cosy, a typical suburban Tokyo house. A place you have garnished with many plants and your cat’s belongings. Cat’s belongings he notices; “You have a kitty? Where is it?” he asks, curious.

You suddenly get worried, it’s strange that Haki isn’t waiting for you asking for tuna like every night. “Yeah… but, he isn’t here… that’s weird” you whisper, trying to look for him in those little spaces he likes to hide from time to time, especially during storms. Though, the skies are clear, and no storm is approaching your area whatsoever.

After both calling the feline a couple of times you finally find him. The poor cat remains hidden inside your closet, scared hissing at Shanks whenever he tries to get closer. Maybe Haki has noticed something you didn’t? Maybe it’s just that he is as used as you are to solitude and that a stranger makes him nervous…

Shanks desists from trying to please the cat and soon both leave him inside your closet to go cook something. “Is there anything you can’t eat, or you don’t like? Would you like to eat some ramen?” you ask, politely while putting some water to boil. Is not that you don’t usually cook, but you guessed eating instant ramen would be the safest choice.

“Sure, let’s have ramen! I can eat anything! Oh, by the way, I love meat… raw though, the bloodier the better” he says making you instantly turn to him. You widen your eyes, scared. What the hell? Raw meat?

“Hahaha! Don’t be silly! I was just joking! Of course, I like tender meat, but not raw nor bloodier” he says, as he laughs so nonchalantly. Your heart beats so quickly and you feel so weak from the scare, that you accidentally burn your hand with the stove. You jump, taking your finger to your mouth in pain.

He runs to you, grabbing you once again from your wrist he inspects your wound. “There, there. It’s ok, let me…” he mumbles while he begins to suck your finger softly. It’s true that the pain instantly gets relieved, and it’s so weird because no man can do such thing with his own saliva… but apparently he can.

“Ready! Now you can sit, I will finish for both of us” he chimes, acting as if he hadn’t sucked your finger just now. You agree, confused and feeling your cheeks burn. “What is this man doing to me? I don’t even know him…”

The dinner is served, and in between some laughter you two eat. You still feel a little timid, but, it’s easy to feel comfortable around him. He is glib, extrovert and a charmer. It’s impossible not to fall for him, even if you wouldn’t want to.

Once the instant ramen is over, and exhaustion hits you -cause he doesn’t seem to be tired, even if he worked all day- you show him his new room. He surprisingly knows exactly where it is, but you don’t think it’s weird since it’s a pretty small house and surely he could have guessed where the room was. As you already told him there is nothing but a single futon in the middle of the space, but he doesn’t care. He seems really happy with his new home.

“Good night, Shanks” you wave at him from your room’s door that’s right in front of his. “Sleep well, (Name). Thank you so much!” he waves back, closing the door with a smile on his lips. Smile you can’t stop seeing when you close your eyes as you slide right into the oneiric world.

Of course, even if Shanks seems to be a sweet guy, you lock your door. He is a stranger after all, you wouldn’t want him to enter your room during the night while you are asleep…

Oh, but he isn’t a human, you know?

No wooden door can’t stop a demon, it’s almost as if it wasn’t there. His body transmutes to the inside of your room, like each and every single night. He watches you sleep, like an angel you rest. An angel he is obsessed with. Shanks can’t help but lick his lips; even if he had been so many times next to you, today he was able to speak to you, to touch your hand, to even taste your skin.

You turn around, absolutely unaware of his presence. Shanks needs to see your face, so, like a little creature he feels the need to lay right beside you over the floor. He likes to play with his hands, creating shadows over your face with the moonlight that filters through your window.

In your dreams, the face of your new employee and for some reason roomie, appears. It makes you giggle. You replay how he clumsily fell back, and some cans hit his head. “Shanks…” you mumble in your sleep, making the demon stiffen up. He crawls closer to your face; he needs to see if you are awake. You are smiling, sure. And you called him by his name!

Shank’s pointy nose gets so dangerously close to yours that he is able to inhale the florally perfume of your skin. His sinful instincts become awaken. The last traces of his human look abandon his lustful body, he can’t help it… Shanks is a demon, son of the King of Hell… His hand softly grazes your cheek, he should stop… even demons have a moral code. But he is a demon in love, he is a beast obsessed with you.

He barely can hold himself, while you keep dreaming of him sucking your finger… what are these lustful dreams? A pure girl like you?

“Shanks!” you shout, waking up.

Shanks backs up, he falls over his ass, panting. You can see him, he looks just like him, but now he has little horns sprouting from his head and sharp fangs. Blinking a few times, you focus the image of that man inside your room, he is drooling.

And, you are sure this must be a dream within a dream, will it be so bad to indulge in this fantasy if so? It’s a dream right? Demons don’t exist… Right?

“Sorry…” he excuses himself, wiping the drool off the commissure of his lips. He stands up, wanting to leave your closed room. But you stop him.

“Please don’t go?”

Shanks stops himself, and after a few seconds he comes closer to you. “Who are you?” you ask, curious. What a weird dream! “Sh-anks… I am a demon. I didn’t want to hur-“ he says, getting cut short by your fingers wrapping around his wrist. And giving a demon such touch, specially while so needy is the start of something you might regret- or not.

His lips seal yours; he tops you in a matter of seconds. You are amazed by how lively your dreams are feeling lately, you can even feel his warm breath on your skin as he kisses your neck after abandoning your mouth. You start to wonder if this is a real dream? Or are you really awake and this is for real happening?

His fingers intertwine with yours as his free hand rips your pyjama shirt. “You… I… I can’t believe you are leaving me do this” he exclaims, amazed. You can’t think properly as your mind has jumped from wondering if you are really dreaming to the fogginess of leaving a demonic being take your body.

He grunts, and his lips trap your nipple. He pulls, and nibbles softly. You moan, you had never ever being touched by a man, purity meets sin… what a beautiful dichotomy, losing your virginity to a demon. Oh those… “dreams”

Shanks keeps sucking, with one of his legs in between yours. You squeeze your thighs together, trapping his leg in between them. He smirks, fixing his red eyes into yours. “Go ahead” he encourages you; he knows you need release. The red-haired man -demon- moves his crural part up and down, pressing it harder against your sex, accompanying the way your hips buck up. Subtle moans scape your lips, your eyes turn white as the pleasure travels all around your body, skin getting bumpy, nails buried in his shoulders. You want more, and more…

The demon devouring your body becomes feral, more and more. You can feel his hardness against the side of your hip and your wonder if demons are as any man… maybe, just maybe, they are bigger? “I am a virgin!” you inform Shanks, biting your lips as he keeps sucking hard on one of your nipples.

“I know, I know… I’ve been in love with you since forever… our souls? Our souls are bound one with the other… be mine, only mine” .“Make me yours…”

Shanks goes down on you, tracing a path with sweet kisses from your chest to your belly button. He giggles, belly buttons aren’t something usual where he is from. You squirm under his warmth, his hands pull down your shorts, silky material grazing against the even silkier surface of your skin.

Thighs spread; he moves your legs softly but violently enough to show you how hungry for your core he is. Shanks takes some time to worship the dripping honeys of your sex, he gloats and attacks. Getting drunk with your core, he makes you whine louder. Sucking, licking, tracing circles, your back arching.

It’s so intense, that you ignore his claws carving marks on each side of your hips. His red eyes glare and get fixed on your raptured expression as you are about to reach the first climax a man can give to you. “Sha-nks… I am…” you stutter, unable to speak further, pleasure is too high to even think.

He smirks, a devilish smile plastered on his tanned countenance. “Are you?... not yet, honey” he mumbles, making you wide your eyes, it cannot be… Why is he stopping now!?

“I need more! I- why?” you protest, seeing how his imponent frame stands up from the futon where both of you were lying. “More… you need more?” he whispers, looking at you with his neck tilted to the side. His claws skilfully unties the little cord that get his pyjama pants up. It’s inevitable… he is gonna be inside of you in a matter of seconds… you are a virgin, but… this is definitely a dream, isn’t it?

He lets his clothes fall down to the ground, revealing his unholy anatomy to you. Almost human, but bigger, and sexier. You would lie if you said you would prefer a human over him, of course you don’t… what a lustful creature of Hell.

“I’m gonna make you mine, this is what every demon is entitled to do… claim the purest angel for their own…” he mumbles, crawling in between your legs. His sex hangs over your belly, as he pants like a beast with his lips so close to yours. “Will you give me your purity, would you become a sinner for me? Just for me?” he asks, taking one of his fingers to your entrance. “Take my purity…” you mumble back, biting your lip as he plays with your clit and slowly, but surely, dampened in your arousal elixir he penetrates you with one, and then two.

Stretched enough, or maybe because he isn’t able to hold back any longer, he guides his sex into yours. It’s big, and slightly different from the human’s ones. It’s a little bumpier, and perfectly shaped in a subtle curve. Curve that instantly stimulates your g-spot as he barely penetrates you.

Grunts to hold back, he might be a demon, but he loves you, he adores you… oh his little sweet human, so pure just so pure… “Does it hurt?” he asks, as he goes deeper little but little. It doesn’t no. It feels like your insides slowly stretch, as if your walls clenched on and on to it.

It doesn’t take much until he is unable to control himself any longer, he needs to go deep, so deep into you. And you need it, too.

“More ~” you purr, licking the side of his perfect and sharp jaw. The graze of his beard on your tongue, the scent of sex flooding the ambience. “Yes…” he moans back, he can’t stop himself now. His hips go further, you feel like something is finally snapping inside of you, a loud grunt escape both of yours mouths.

He lifts your hips up as he moves his, in and out, increasingly violent, and harder. You tremble, too much stimulation, you are sure you could die now from it. Electricity running from your core to the rest of your body, sucking on his tongue like the most sinful depiction of carnality.

“I’m coming, please don’t stop.-“ you beg, with what’s left of your consciousness. “I’m not gonna stop, in fact I’m gonna keep going endlessly…” he whispers in your ear, with a little giggle and a hard thrust, that makes you finally reach climax. But climax prolongs, and as he said, it becomes endless…

One, two, three… how many times… one after the other, orgasming nonstop until the demon topping you lets himself go into his own. “Please, allow me to mark you… you will be always mine if so… I’m so in love with you, human” he moans, pleading for something you quite don’t understand. Something you don’t understand, but something you accede right away.

“Yes”

He laughs, he smiles, and his frown reaches heaven. Grunting and moaning, he comes, filling you up, marking your insides with his seed… but what is that seed? Is he human? Is he not? But this is just a dream, right?

Snap out of it, (Name)… This isn’t a dream…

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