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partycatty · 1 year ago

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Hello!

I read your last story with the Lin Kuei brothers and it was really amazing. Could I please ask for a story with the Lin Kuei brothers (I love them❤) where they watch their s/o's dance performance at Madam Bo's? Kind regards!

GOD. YES. and thank you pookie :D

lin kuei trio > dancer

bi-han, kuai liang, and tomas vrbada watching the reader dance at madam bo's!!

notes: KUAI FAVORITISM AGAIN IM SO SORRY. this is a sweet change from the heinous shit i've been writing eeeeee kicking my feet and twirling my hair! also i know that says s/o but i had some ideas i just couldn't ignore..

masterlist <3

♡

bi-han >

• somehow, the lin kuei brothers are convinced by the earthrealm chosen ones to attend a dinner at madam bo's after their victory at armageddon. come on, just once! bi-han only attends because his brothers do, and because liu kang might show offense if he declined. so, here he was, pretending he wasn't enjoying the food as much as he was.

• as his mouth hung open to take a bite of a dumpling, kung lao and johnny find a couple of spare instruments and get that "you thinkin' what i'm thinkin'?" smirk. nobody in their sane mind thought either one of them were musically enclined, but then suddenly there was a two-man band singing and galloping about. you, as one of the earthrealmers, start laughing and clap to the beat, as does the entire group. kenshi, liu kang, kuai liang, and raiden chuckle, syzoth, tomas and ashrah get up to dance, and bi-han puts his chopsticks down with crossed arms and a frown.

• he couldn't help but be mildly amused at the ridiculousness, scoffing to himself. but his scowled expression turns soft when he glances over at you and watches you lift yourself from the chair you sat on and shimmied over to the dancing group, starting to enjoy yourself. you moved in such a coordinated way that bi-han was only accustomed to seeing in combat. he didn't think such elegance could be used... for fun.

• the entire group is mostly ignoring bi-han, but not intentionally. everyone's just caught up in their own enjoyment. you playfully dance to the impromptu rhythm, twirling ashrah and bumping shoulders with kung lao. as you twirl, you lock eyes with the cryomancer and he tenses up when he realizes he'd been staring.

• "come on, blueberry ice!" you shout over the crowd and music, extending an arm. "you're too damn rigid all the time. loosen up with me?"

• "no," he replies, accidentally far colder than necessary. you groan.

• "it's one night! i'll tell johnny not to record. you work too hard. shang tsung is in prison, and our timeline's intact. that doesn't deserve at least a little shimmy?"

• "i don't dance," bi-han again replies, leaning back in his chair. he wouldn't admit it, but he finds your persistence cute. perhaps he won't give in just to see you keep trying.

• you try to do anything possible to get him to join you without actually pissing him off. the lasso trick doesn't work, and neither does the "pass on the wave" trick. you give up, throwing your hands in the air in a surrendering pose before walking backwards back into the group.

• the dancing and celebrating goes well into the night, and the entire time, his icy ass is PLANTED in that damn chair. he eventually becomes a part of the furniture.

• kuai liang leans over to speak to his brother with a grin.

• "you aren't going to dance with her, brother?" kuai liang asks, cheeks tinted with pink from the alcohol. "i understand our clan has much work to tend to, but must you have turned her down on a night like this?"

• "i am not dipping so low as to act a fool," bi-han replies, eyes fixated on your dancing still. you're now dancing with johnny in a ridiculous duo choreography you're pulling from your ass as you go.

• "bi-han, you are as dull as you are sharp," kuai liang laughs. "she was showing interest."

• bi-han launches his glance to his pyromancer brother, eyebrows shooting up. he doesn't seem to believe it, but then it clicks. you wanted to dance with him! YOU wanted to dance with HIM! it wasn't just a kind offer, dammit, it was flirting!!

• you let out a loud laugh above the crowd as you enjoy the festivities. as you calm down, you once again lock eyes with the grandmaster. it feels like only you two know of this secret tension. you extend your arm with a raised brow and flushed grin.

• perhaps one night of foolishness won't hurt.

♡

kuai liang >

• a quiet night in the shirai ryu was unheard of, considering it's still trying to pick itself up. kuai liang was always so damn stressed with work, training hanzo and finding more recruits while also upgrading the compound.

• you were one of the first recruits, so you held a sense of seniority within the clan. kuai liang often confided in you regarding these aforementioned stressors. you were his favorite rubber duck to rant to while he tried to figure things out.

• his head was buried in his hands as he sighed deeply, books and papers strewn across his workspace. you frowned, standing in the doorway.

• "how about a night away from the clan, grandmaster?" you'd politely suggest. you didn't actually expect for him to agree so easily... or know a place... or invite you.

• madam bo greets kuai liang with a sweet smile, offering up whatever she cooked for the night. he insists that anything she makes is perfect, and requests one of everything.

• you sit across the table from your grandmaster, not really sure on what to talk about. it was always work, training, and hatred for bi-han. but now you had to talk about... everything else? even so, his tense shoulders easily surpass your own nerves.

• "at ease, grandmaster," you gently say, reaching across to put a hand on his arm. he visually does ease, comforted by your touch. "enjoy yourself."

• hold on sorry i'm tweakin rn he is so fucking fine i need to chew on his man bun

• "i appreciate you more than you'll know," he replies gently with a smile. "i needed this, i suppose. to be away from a table that isn't cluttered. to eat a nice meal..."

• the plates are cleared as you two chat peacefully about anything and everything. as it turns out, you actually had a great deal in common with your grandmaster. and damn, in the restaurant's dim lighting, his features really stood out..

• as the thought crosses your mind, a small band of fengjian musicians step up to the center of the room and start to play a slow, sweet song. kuai liang swivels in his chair to view the band before turning toward you.

• "do you dance?" he asks suddenly, a little smirk playing at his lips.

• "d-do i...?" you stammer out, almost choking on your tea.

• "dance," kuai liang repeats. "do you?"

• "i-i was a dancer when i was younger. on occasion. yes."

• suddenly, kuai liang stands up and holds his hand out to you. your jaw drops.

• "i shouldn't," you insist shyly. "you're..."

• "i'm your grandmaster," he finishes your sentence. damn, this guy does that often. "yes, yes, i know. but you said tonight is to enjoy ourselves. tonight, i'm not your grandmaster. i'm kuai liang, and i'm asking for a dance."

• he eventually pulls you into a small crowd of other dancers, and you two start with shy steps, eventually understanding each other's style and speed. you wouldn't believe it, but he's actually a good dancer! he follows your every move and allows you to lead. if he focused even a little bit more on you, he'd surely lose his footing. you were just so natural with your movements. there was an attraction there that wasn't there before, and it made kuai liang feel impossibly hotter.

• a small crowd gathers at your coordinated dance. anyone would've assumed it was choreographed ahead of time, but this was entirely you two having a deep understanding of each other's movements. the music felt like a fuzzy white noise and the people disappeared. it was just you and kuai liang.

• the songs ends with you in a dip. you're both catching your breath, flushed, and giggly at the spontaneity.

• "i need nights out more often, if they're with you," he'll mumble to you still in his dip.

♡

tomas >

• tomas only had one objective that day: to determine if kung lao and raiden were ready for to be recruited. what he didn't anticipate, however, was that tonight was the night you were meant to perform at madam bo's.

• a tiny stage sat in the center of the room, and you stepped atop the platform. a couple of men to the side played their instruments for you, and you instantly got to work. as your hips swayed, your flowy garments swung around you, like a perfect gust of wind twirling you.

• tomas stood on the roof alongside his brothers, ogling at the sight. his jaw dropped behind his mask, and his eyes softened. he was supposed to be the big strong leader of the staged confrontation, but god. it was just so hard to be stone cold in front of such a beauty.

• the entire room was so focused on your dance moves. tomas could only mentally equate you to a gorgeous swirl of smoke. or perhaps a cloud—?

• bi-han elbows him in the side with a scowl.

• "focus, you idiot. the farmers, not some foolish performer. do you see them?"

• tomas is that meme where the guy goes "SHE IS VERY GORGEOUS TO ME!!! ☝️"

• tomas shakes his head with a light blush, partially shocked with himself for being so distracted by just one person. he's a ninja. he's killed, defended earthrealm, seen so much shit, and yet he's winded by a dancer. he just had to know more, had to see if you were as alluring up close as you were from afar.

• the men drop from their position and wait outside of the entrance for a moment, mentally preparing themselves. once they are, tomas enters first and stands in front of kung lao and raiden menacingly.

• just as planned, him and madam bo go at it with a fake argument ending in a fight. madam bo gets flung over the railing, mere feet away from where you froze on your little stage. tomas stops completely, forgetting that the two farmers were charging at him. he glances over at you, and how your movement stopped and was now terrified. you scream and take cover behind the bar, peering over to watch the fight.

• he was so trapped in his adoration for you that he forgets to fight back when raiden lands a damn hard punch to his chest, sending him backward. groaning and standing up, he chucks a smoke bomb at the ground and vanishes completely.

• then, before you could process anything, a puff of smoke shrouds your vision and tomas is beside you. you yelp out and crawl backward, terrified by his strength and sudden appearance. making sure bi-han and kuai liang are adequately occupied, tomas leans down to you.

• "hey, hey," he'll say cautiously with his hands out. "shh. you're alright. you're in no danger." your breathing slows from the hyperventilation, looking up at him with innocent eyes. he almost melts then and there. if he could turn into a comical puff of smoke, he would.

• a lin kuei ninja crashes down the railing and lands on top of the bar. you flinch, tomas doesn't.

• "what do you want? money?" you reply in a weak voice, still uneased and confused. tomas frowns, coming up with an answer. he doesn't blame you for being confused when three colorful ninjas and their little sidekicks saunter into a small village restaurant.

• "no, no money," he replies quietly, now crouching down to your level. "everything will make sense in time. now... now please—" tomas gestures toward a nearby exit. "be safe. i apologize for frightening you."

• he extends a hand out, and you take it. for a moment, it feels like it's only you two in the room. no "dead" madam bo, no raiden kicking the shit out of scorpion, or kung lao flinging his hat at sub-zero. it's just you and this mysterious, muscly man in grey.

• "your dancing was... beautiful, by the way," he'll admit sheepishly, his eyes showing his smile behind the mask. "i hope to return to watch it, sometime."

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 #bi han #bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #sub zero #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang #scorpion x reader #mk scorpion #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada #smoke x reader #mk smoke

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ohbo-ohno · 1 year ago

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Hi, I love your writing so so so so so much and it's like my goal in life to get as good as writing as you, but I was just wanting to ask if you would write a ghoap puppy play drabble but with a ftm reader, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable but I actually can't find any puppy play stuff with a ftm reader in it and I would literally worship the ground you walk on if you did (if you don't feel comfortable doing this please don't)

yknow i dont take requests but you're actually the sweetest person alive (and i want to write puppy play rn) so sure!!! tysm for such kind words <3 (also your goal should be to get 10x better than me but i love you anyway)

1.8k of ghoap x ftm!reader with puppy play :) words used for reader's genitalia are cunt, hole, and cock (also reader is called pretty once)

It's a struggle not to beg, but you're a good boy. You stay still on your knees, paws resting on the wood below you, and you focus all of your attention on staying good.

Johnny's not good. Johnny's never a good boy, and usually that's a blessing for you, but right now it's a curse.

A whine slips from your lips, unintentional but loud. You lick your lips, swallow, and try to settle. Still, you've drawn Ghost's attention.

His hand stills in the air and he cocks an eyebrow. "Need somethin', pup?"

You lick your lips beneath the wire muzzle, shake your head. You don't need anything, you only want his hands on you. Simon's the only one who decides what you want.

He lands another smack against Johnny's bared ass, and the other pup wriggles on his lap, eyes screwed up - in pain or pleasure, you can't tell.

"Look'it him," Ghost rumbles, grabbing Johnny by the mohawk and forcing him to look at where you're knelt several feet away. "He's gotta wait for his turn because you can't remember how to be good. That seem fair?" He shakes Johnny's head for him, and you catch him smirk when Johnny whines. "You'd be barkin' and howlin' like I'd fuckin' shot you if your positions were reversed, but he's sitting there, nice and pretty."

You shift on your knees, padded hands tapping the floor in an effort to expel any of your energy. You pant with your mouth wide open, keep your eyes locked on Ghost, trying to ignore the clenching of your hole on nothing but air.

"Poor puppy," Ghost coos, voice edging into that part-affectionate part-condescending tone that makes you drip. "Having to watch me punish Johnny, when you should be getting all my attention. Is not fair, is it?"

That's a trick question, you know it. Anything Simon decides is fair, that's how this works, and you know intuitively that there's no right answer.

You whine, then yip, leaning forward a bit.

He laughs, letting go of Johnny's head and delivering another blow, this one making Johnny wail from behind his own muzzle.

"Little longer, pup," Ghost calls over Johnny's cries, every smack nearly as loud. "Just keep bein' good for me."

You can't help your noises as you watch Johnny's punishment, but you don't move. Your hips rock against the air, but you don't try and push your paws against your cock, don't try and get yourself off without permission.

You're good, you're a good boy. Ghost said so.

You try to keep your breathing even, try to keep yourself away from that cliff-edge of desperation that can get you in trouble, but it's almost impossible with the show you're watching

Johnny's face is red, streaked with tears as he takes his punishment. His thighs and ass are the same shade of red, and the cock hanging between Ghost's spread knees matches too. He's kept hard by the black cock ring at his base, but you know he doesn't need it. His feet kick and push at the couch cushions to no avail, his mitted hands punching and pushing at the arm of the couch.

He's more muted than you, his muzzle a thick leather instead of wire, but you can still hear the way he cries. Johnny's always been loud, and he's not shy about voicing his displeasure.

Eventually, Simon begins to slow his strokes, the sound of his slaps becoming quieter and the time between each one lengthening. Johnny's cries quiet to sniffles, and you shift forward even more, knowing what's coming.

You just barely manage to hold back a whine.

"See?" Ghost rumbles, stroking up and down Johnny's sweat-slick back. "You're alright, hush now. You bring it on yourself, Johnny. Wouldn't need a punishment if you could behave more than five minutes."

His eyes shift up to yours, and you can't bite back the whine this time. Ghost smiles at you as he shifts Johnny from his lap to the floor.

"Nothing like you, huh pup?" He raises a hand, motions you forward, and you're quick to crawl to him. You shove your head into his hand, melting into the scratches through your hair. Soap stays hunched on the floor next to you, head resting on Ghost's knee as he catches your breath.

"Yeah, you're my well-behaved puppy. Nothing like the mutt, hm?" You lean further into his hand, smiling when he chuckles and gives you the pets you desperately want. "My well trained pure-bred, hm? Maybe I should enter you in shows, let everyone see how perfect you are."

Johnny whines from next to you, digging his face further into Ghost's knee. Simon scoffs, but pets him too.

"Nah, couldn't do that with you, mutt. You'd embarrass me just for the punishment." His words are mean but Ghost's tone is soft, and Johnny's eyes nearly roll back in his head at the soft scratches to his scalp. "But you'd be jealous if he got all the attention, wouldn't you?" Ghost sighs, then uses his hands to push the both of you in so your muzzled cheeks are pressed together. "Guess I'll have to keep you all for myself."

Despite your own arousal, it's not too difficult for you to sit and wait while Ghost coaxes Johnny out of his punishment-headspace. It's nice to float in the softness, so rare with the three of you, and you're content with Ghost's hand on your head.

Eventually, he moves away.

"Alright, you want your treat, pup?"

You blink hazy eyes open, shifting to try and follow his hand with a whine. He smiles at you, and grabs you by the nape of the neck to guide you more fully between his legs.

"C'mon, don't you want a reward for bein' a good boy? I think Johnny deserves one too, for takin' his punishment so well."

Soap is quicker to perk up than you, quickly crawling so he's behind you. Realizing what's going on, you sit up more fully on your knees and brace your paws on Ghost's thighs, looking up at him and smiling.

"Pretty thing," he coos. "Don't worry, you'll get to come. Johnny." He snaps, the sound loud right next to your ear. "Go on. Mount him."

Johnny doesn't have the self-control to give you time to adjust, or to go slowly. One minute you're empty and aching, the next you're stuffed to the brim and stretched wide around Johnny's cock.

You both moan, and you feel the leather of his muzzle bump against your naked shoulder. You melt into the space between Ghost's thighs, eye-level with his cock tugged out of his pants as Johnny fucks you without giving you any time to adjust.

You whine loudly, eyes screwing shut at the near painful drag of his cock in and out of your hole. It's good to be filled, satisfying an ache that you've been fighting for what feels like hours, but your body can't help but fight the intrusion, pushing you further up on your knees and making you look up at Ghost for comfort.

He only smirks and pets a hand through your hair as Johnny snarls at your attempt to get away, paws landing on your shoulders and pushing you down into his ruthless thrusts. He snarls at your yelp, wide even behind the muzzle.

"You're alright," Ghost says, hand guiding your head to rest on his inner thighs. "We both know you like it rough, pup, be a good boy and let Johnny give you what you need."

He's right, Ghost is always right, and it doesn't take long for the sharp stretch to turn to pleasure, for the heavy drag of Johnny's cock in and out of you to leave you moaning instead of whining.

You pant with an open mouth, tongue lolling out to rest on your tongue as you try and breathe through the fucking, brain scrambled. Johnny's just as loud behind you, snarls and grunts and moans slipping through the leather as he bullies himself inside of you.

"There ya go, good boy," Ghost rumbles, giving you a solid pat. "Both of you, my two good boys. You're fuckin' him so good, Johnny, giving him such a good treat."

You work your hips against Johnny, pushing back in search for more pleasure, and whine high in your throat when it's still not enough.

"Y'need more, puppy?" Ghost asks, and you nod yes as vigorously as you can with your whole body being rocked in place.

"Here," he grunts as he shifts, moving one leg between your thighs and pressing his boot against your cock. You melt at the sensation, shoving yourself up and grinding against the strings. Your cries are almost deafening as Johnny's thrusts don't falter, the combination of stimulation heavenly.

"Go on, get yourself off. You've earned it."

You don't last long after that. You work your hips against his boot, the texture rough but perfect against your slick and swollen cock, sensitive hole still pounded mercilessly by Johnny. You feel insane with pleasure, eyes rolled back in your head and drool slipping endlessly down your chin as you let yourself drown in in.

You clench hard around Johnny when you finally come, cunt clenching him and milking him for all he's worth. He howls from behind his muzzle, pressing his face along your neck. You know if his mouth was free he'd be marking you, sucking bruises into your skin and covering you in his spit. You almost whine at the lack of it.

But you're far too drenched in your own euphoria to miss anything, really, your only focus on pushing yourself to higher heights of pleasure.

You float down, eventually, but you're immediately thrown into overstimulation as Johnny's pace continues exactly as it was. He continues to pound into your mercilessly, the sound of your slick shameful in the quiet room.

You paw in a panic at Ghost's thighs, looking up at him with wide eyes as you press closer to try and get away from the cock rearranging your insides. He only smirks and presses his boot up, the pressure against your cock so soon after an orgasm absolute torture.

"Let Johnny have his treat now," he scolds lightly, giving you a slight tap to your cheek that has you trying to nuzzle yourself into the crease between his thighs and hip. "Maybe he'll manage to get off, even with that pretty ring on his cock. Let's let him try, hm?"

You look up at him with vision blurred by tears, whining as you balance the sharp edge of pleasure-pain from Johnny's minstrations.

Ghost only smirks, petting you again. "Hang tight, pup. Be a good boy for me, let our other boy have his fun."

You whine, and bury your face next to his cock, trying to breathe evenly as Johnny only drives himself more and more insane inside your cunt.

#i really don't mind writing male reader stuff it's just not my default with cod for some reason #but i never imagine myself as my reader-inserts so it doesn't change much for me lol #asks and answers #ghoap x reader #ghoap x male reader #male reader #bo writes

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oharaslove · 6 months ago

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Miguel O'hara as a cat

summary: The events of the Kitty Miggy series but from the world's best cat, Miggy himself. Deep dive into Miguel's thoughts (was it him acting this way or the cat instincts taking over?) word count:7.8 k warnings: Miguel x Spider!Reader (and fem reader), mentions of some minor injuries, pure fluff disclaimer 1: This is the end of part 1 and all of part 2 from Miguel's POV. You don't have to read them (i think) in order to understand this, but I would advice it. disclaimer 2: I use italics to signal Miguel's thoughts and also his dialogue. Obviously, as a cat, he doesn't really says what he thinks. The dialogues are in air quotes, but to make it easier: thoughts are in red "dialogue" in pink

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Bonus

When the Lizard sent you flying across the battlefield, Miguel’s heart stopped. You landed pretty far, but even then, he saw how you hit your head on the floor pretty badly.

His heart and his mind were screaming at him to go get you, check if you were right, but he needed to finish this. He needed to defeat the Lizard, to protect everyone, but mainly to you.

He charged towards the Lizard with one only thought on his mind, keeping him away from you. No matter what happened, he wouldn’t let him harm you even further. He was seeing red, his primal instincts kicking in.

Despite his stamina, he was getting tired. The Lizard was fast and the constant leaping around trying to dodge the weapon’s beam was taking a toll on his body. The only thing keeping him from giving up was you.

His punches were becoming slower, weaker, his mind constantly switching between processing what was in front of him and thinking of you. For a split second, the thought of you won. He turned in your general direction. He watched you stand up, wobbling a little, clearly disorientated from the hit on your head.

His body relaxed, you were okay. He sighed. Miguel felt like he could breath again, the pressure on his chest dissipating. Seeing you alive made Miguel forget what he was in the middle off. When his mind flashed red alerting him, it was already too late.

The Lizard grabbed Miguel by his torso. He tried to fight back, wiggling himself from his hold, kicking and punching but with no use. The Lizard threw him with all his strength. Miguel flew back, hitting a wall with his back and head, making him dizzy. He dropped to the floor on his stomach, part of the wall and cardboard falling on him, aggravating the pain of his back side.

“Miguel!” he heard, despite the ringing of his ears.

He could move. His whole body was aching. Don’t pass out, not now, he thought, but it was no use. His body was too weak, to tired. He could feel blood gushing out of the back of his head. His sight was filled with black spots. The last thing he heard before passing out was the Lizard’s weapon being fired.

Miguel opened his eyes slowly after what felt like an hour. His whole body was aching, still under the gravel. He stretched himself slowly, trying to mentally check what was hurting. Thankfully, his super healing had worked already, and everything seemed normal.

“Mig” he heard you say, barely above a whispered. He heard a thud near him and crying. Why were you crying? He was alive, he was moving. Couldn’t you see that?

Miguel couldn’t see much, the cardboard on top of his head covering the source of light, but despite the gravel on top of him, you should be able to see him, or at least he thought. He was a tall man, 90% of the time you could see him towering on top of the crowd, it wasn’t easy to hide his complex.

As he lifted his paw to push away the cardboard in front of him… Wait, PAW?! he thought. The things on top of him moved, letting a little ray of sunshine shine through, letting him see more clearly. He looked down, seeing a blue paw. Then his gaze went to his chest: blue and red fur was covering.

¿Pero qué carajo? he thought. (What the fuck?) And then he remembered. Before passing out, he heard the weapon going off. He assumed the Lizard was aiming at you, but he aimed at him, and now, he was an animal. From what it looked like, a cat. Oh, God, you were going to teased him endlessly.

His train of thought was disrupted by the sound of your sobs. Now he knew you couldn’t see him. His usual 6’9’’ body now reduce to more than half. He needed to get out of here, he needed to let you know he was alive. With each wrenched sound leaving your mouth, his now little heart ached.

He pushed aside every piece of cardboard and paper on top of him. He walked in the direction your cries were coming from. When he stepped out on the light, he was confused. The sun was directly in front of him, hurting his now more sensible eyes. Furthermore, he was in a strange body. He needed time to understand how it worked.

Miguel stretched himself out. Finally, there was nothing pressuring his body. He looked around, searching for you, until he found your legs. You were towering a few centimeters away from him, the sight so absurd and strange to him. Usually, it was the other way round.

You looked at him wide eyed, clearly not knowing it was him. For you, he probably looked just like any cat. Miguel walked carefully towards you, stopping just in front of your feet and sitting down, gazing up at you.

Despite your wet cheeks and messy hair from the fight, you were a goddess. God, am I lucky he thought. From this position, he could admire you for hours, but he needed to let you know it was him.

”Darling, it is me” but all it came out was a meowed.

You still looked confused.

“Do you want me to pick you up?” it was all you said.

”Amor soy yo!” he tried again, but again, the only sound that got out was a meowed. (Love, it is me!). How I hate being a cat he thought. This clearly isn’t working, I have to do other thing.

He rubbed himself on your legs. Oh, this feels nice he thought.

“Okay, okay buddy” you said. He felt you put your hands around him and lift him up. I didn’t want this he thought.

“There you go, bud” you mumbled. You were now looking down at him. You began swaying your body from left to right. Does she think I am a baby? Miguel thought. I don’t like this, but against his will, he began purring. Clearly, he did like it. He closed his eyes, enjoying being in your arms like this for once. It wasn’t everyday were you could pick him up with ease and cradle him.

“I wish Mig could see you” he heard you say, making him open his eyes. I AM MIGUEL WOMAN he thought. Honestly, how many blue cats have you seen around? He frowned, trying to make you think.

“What?” you asked.

”It is me!” Miguel meowed and trill, headbutting your chin.

He pulled back, just as your face shifted between being confused and coming into realization.

“Miggy?” you asked.

Finally! Miguel thought. He purred and headbutted your chin again.

“MIGGYYY” you squealed, shifting to hold Miguel from his front legs, stretching him at his full height in front of you. “I told you you were a kitty” you said.

You did not just say that. Miguel hissed, showing you his fangs.

“Oh, I am so sorry darling” you said, pulling Miguel closed to your body and kissing his head multiple times. Oh, this feels good he thought while purring. You better be sorry.

“Let’s get you back at HQ, hmm?” you said “Let’s find a way to revert this thing”

Miguel opened his eyes and pulled a little back from your body, seeing how you opened a Portal and throwing the Lizard inside. You hugged Miguel close to your chest and crossed the threshold.

As you stepped on Miguel’s office with him in your arms, it was quite. Oh, thank god he thought. One thing was you teasing him about this, but other was hearing about it from the other Spider-people. He could tolerate you, he couldn’t say the same for the others.

“Okay Migs” you said. “I am going to take this anomaly to the cages, so it can be shipped off, okay?”

Miguel purred, signaling he was okay with it.

You walked towards Miguel’s platform. You sat him down in his chair, and looked at him.

“Don’t touch anything Miggy” you said sternly. I’ll touch what I want, it it my office.

“You are a cat right now, so you could mess things up.” Mess things up? I’m pretty sure I am more capable of doing things like this than 50% of the spiders working here.

You petted Miguel on the head. He watched you start to walk off when Lyla appeared.

Oh no, this isn’t good.

“There you are!” she greeted. “Where have you been? I thought you said this was going to be easy. The lizard isn’t that hard.”

Yeah, well, maybe you should have seen the weapon he was carrying.

“Excuse me?” you said, putting a hand in your chest and widening your eyes, looking right at Miguel. He got the message, you didn’t want him to move. Got it. He could do that.

“Why don’t you try it yourself, missy?” you taunted, locking eyes with Lyla.

“I can’t, remember?” she replied, placing her holographic hands in her waist. “I am merely an AI. There is not much I can do.” Clearly yapping isn’t something off your limits. Maybe I should reprogrammed her.

“Yeah well, so keep the catching of the anomalies for the professionals then.” You finished, crossing your arms over your chest and turning around.

“Where is Miguel?” she asked, making you stop in your tracks. Oh fuck

“Oh, ah-” you stuttered, turning around while scratching the back of your neck. “He, he is… umm.. taking the anomaly to the cages! Yeah, that” you said, pointing at Lyla with a triumph smile in your face.

Really babe? That’s all you could think? Miguel facepalmed internally. This wasn’t going to end well.

“You mean, the anomaly behind you?” Told ya

“Oh!” you said, turning to look at the anomaly and back at her. “He must have forgotten it. You know, it was a really difficult fight. I am tired, he is tired, everyone is tired” you emphasized, moving your arms so quickly that it looked like you wanted to fly away.

“Miguel is never tired” Lyla replied, lowering her glasses over her nose.

I beg to differ. I WAS tired. I am also tired of you talking, for example, all the time. And after other things…

“Well, he is now” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “I think I know my boyfriend.” Awww I love you.

“Girl” Lyla said, before disappearing and materializing right in front of you. “I know Miguel, and I know you. What are you hiding?”

“Nothing!” you said, way to abruptly, making Miguel cringe.

Lyla stopped talking for a second. Miguel from the angle he was sitting at, couldn’t see what was happening.

“You know, you are an awful liar.” Lyla sighed. That I can agree with.

“I am NOT lying.”

“So, who is this cat?” she questioned, transporting herself right were Miguel was. Oh no, for God’s sake.

“Oh that?” you said, trying to sound uninterested. “It is just a stray that I found on the street.” I look to good to be a stray.

“Then, why does he have Miguel’s colors?” Lyla kept pressing. Oh my God Lyla, can’t you just shut up?

“Omg Lyla, I don’t know, okay?” you replied, clearly you were getting frustrated. Miguel knew that if Lyla kept pressing, you were going to break down, tears were going to spill out of your pretty eyes. “He just seemed cute, so I grabbed him.” Who are you calling cute?

“And Miguel was okay with this?” Not really no

“Yes!!” Excuse you?

“Okay” she replied.

“Thank you!” you exclaimed.

You turned around and stepped out of the platform, walking towards the anomaly.

Miguel starred at your back and then at Lyla, who was eyeing him up and down. He stared at her, without making any sound. In a blink of an eye, Lyla took out her holographic phone and took a picture of Miguel. Oh you did not!

Miguel hissed at her jumping towards the AI, trying to catch her. He didn’t know what came over him, but he needed to catch her. He couldn’t do it, Lyla disappeared and transported far away from him.

Thankfully, despite being in this body for under an hour, his instincts kicked in. He knew how to control this body. Maybe his mind was morphing into one of a cat. He landed gracefully on his feet and kept chasing after Lyla. Jumping and hissing all over the place.

Miguel could hear you shouting on the distance, but he was too focused on his prey.

“Aha!” Lyla said, between transportations. “I knew you were lying.”

Miguel heard you answer back, but his attention was totally on the AI. His prey had stopped, distracted. This was his opportunity.

Miguel crouched down, eyes locked on the AI. He moved slowly, not wanting to gain attention. His butt moved from left to right, positioning his legs on the right position to attack.

Lyla looked at you. “Why not?” she said.

NOW! Miguel thought. In a split second, Miguel ran at full speed and leaped towards the small figure on the air. Obviously, his rational part wasn’t thinking, because clearly he knew Lyla didn’t have a corporeal body, but the cat brain didn’t. Miguel flew past Lyla, going through her, which destabilized him.

He thought cats always landed on their feet. Well, he wasn’t a good cat then. He couldn’t react as the surface of the table became closer to his face. He landed face first, really roughly.

“Miguel!” he heard you shout, despite of the pain. “Are you okay?”

”No” he meowed, slowly. Mierda, this hurts.

Miguel felt you grabbed him slowly, avoiding his head.

“Shhh it is okay baby.” you cooed at him. “I told you to be careful.”

Well yeah, when do I ever listen?

You began stroking his fur, which calmed him down, and rocking him like a baby. This feels nice he thought, while purring. You kissed his head and then nestled his nose with yours. I could get use to this.

Miguel had his eyes closed, enjoying the moment, but it was interrupted by the sound of Lyla taking another picture. He snapped his head towards her, and tried to get out of your grasp. ”Let me go grab her” he hissed, and showed his fangs.

He heard you scream at Lyla, but he was blind with anger. Once again, the cat brain was taking control, blinding his judgement. Miguel was fighting hard against you, wiggling, kicking and tossing around, but you weren’t giving in.

Completely forgetting who was grasping him, Miguel took out his claws, scratching away, not caring who he hurt. It worked, because he was dropped to the ground rapidly, but in that split second, he remembered it was you. He turned around, looking at you. Your arms and hands were fulled with cats, your suit torn. The cuts on it made your skin visible, red and full of blood.

Oh no, what have I done? Miguel worked slowly towards you and rubbed his whole body against you. ”I’m sorry my love.” he meowed.

You stepped back. You clearly were hurt. Miguel sat in his back legs, giving you sad eyes. I’m really sorry.

You closed your eyes, and took deep breathes. After a couple of seconds, you began lecturing Lyla about not spreading the photos he had taken of Miguel. Lyla fought back a little, but she understood.

You explained your plan to get Miguel back to normal, which involved Miguel staying alone with Lyla for a couple of minutes. I don’t think that’s a good idea, to be honest. he thought.

You called him over. Miguel walked towards you and stretched himself putting his paws on you, aiming to get you to pick him up. He really liked being in your arms. He succeeded. You grabbed him and cradled him. I love you he thought staring at you, before licking your arms slowly, trying to get you to feel better, like he always did when you were hurt. He always kissed you to make you forget.

It didn’t really work, he forgot his tongue was now rough and he was hurting you more than actually helping you. You told him to stay safe, before kissing his head multiple times and then placing him on the desk. You left quickly, leaving him alone with his kitty thoughts.

These couple of hours took a toll on him because he was exhausted. He stretched himself before turning in circles trying to get comfortable. A couple of minutes of sleep wouldn’t get anyone. he thought, before loafing up and falling to sleep.

Miguel woke up after what felt like an hour. He stretched himself, shaking trying to regain full consciousness. He looked around confused. His office was quite. Weird. He thought you would be working by now. He turned to look at his screens, the hour saying it has being 3 hours since you left to get the Lizard back home. Where were you?

He started meowing none stop, trying to get Lyla’s attention. He cried and cried but the AI didn’t appeared until 10 minutes later.

“What is wrong with you?” Lyla said, rolling her eyes.

”Where is y/n” he meowed.

“What? Are you hungry?” she cooed, clearly teasing him.

”You are annoying, you know that?” Miguel hissed. I am one hundred percent changing her code once I am back to normal.

“What do you want kitty?” she teased, again and again.

Miguel was done with it. He crouched down, wiggling his butt before leaping at her. He now knew he wasn’t going to catch her, but he wanted to scare her. This time, he fell on his feet and continued running all around the office. Jumping over desks, pushing away everything on his path.

He reached the main door, scratching it none stop, trying to open it. "Lyla! open this damn thing!" he meowed, but clearly Lyla didn’t listen.

After minutes without succeeding, his mind was running. He was worried something had happened to you. He didn’t know where you were. You clearly weren’t in HQ anymore, you couldn’t take 3 hours to take the anomaly home. Where were you?

He ran around the office thinking, overworking himself, incapable of standing still when you could be in danger. He leaped towards his platform, reaching his desk. He tried to use the screen to find you, to locate you using your watch, but his paws didn’t work, they slide across the screen without clicking anything.

He gave up and used his nose. Maybe that would work. It didn’t

He whined, meowed, cried out. He needed you, he missed you. He didn’t know if it was his rational brain or the kitty brain that got used to your pets and you holding him.

He slumped himself on the desk, defeated. In cat form there is nothing he can do. Even if he could find where you were and if you were in danger, he would probably make matters worse for you, because you would try to keep him safe instead of yourself.

I hate being a cat.

Just as he was losing hope, he heard a portal opening to his left. He got up quickly and turned to it. As it opened completely, you stepped out of it. AMOOR he thought while leaping towards you, without spearing a thought.

It caught you off guard. You were able to catch him, but you fell on your butt.

“What on Earth are you doing?” you asked, clearly hurt.

“I missed youu” Miguel meowed.

“Don’t act innocent you little kitty” you said. “When I left you were sleeping, what the hell happened.”

“He woke up and when he realized you weren’t here he went crazy” Lyla explained, appearing over your left shoulder, with all her clothes out of place.

“And let me guess, he started chasing you.”

“She wasn’t helping me” Miguel hissed at Lyla and started wiggling in your grasp, but you didn’t budge. Let me goo

“That would be correct” she said, before glitching and fixing her appearance. “I would recommend that you wake him up next time, I am not a babysitter.”

“I am NOT a baby” Miguel snarled.

“Stop it you two” you said. “Your bickering is cute and fun when we are in normal circumstances, which we are not right now, so please, can you two get along for a couple of hours until I figure this out?”

“Whatever” Lyla shrugged and then disappeared. Miguel looked at you, trying to give his best puss in boots eyes.

“I am talking to you too mister, doesn’t matter how cute you are” I am NOT cute! you handled Miguel so you could cradle him in your arms and expose his belly. What are you doing?

And then, you began tickling his belly.

“STOOOP” Miguel meowed, trying to push your hand away with his legs. You just laughed. How dare you do this to me?

“Want me to stop? Mmm” you cooed at him, scratching under his chin.

“Yes please!” Miguel growled at you. Even though this feels good

“Then let me work in peace, or I’ll keep you this way.”

“Don’t you dare” He snarled at that.

You giggled to yourself, and stood up with Miguel still in your arms. You walked to his chair and placed him there. You kissed him in his head, which made him headbutt you, so you kissed him again, and again, and again.. until he turned around, putting his tail right in your mouth. The kisses felt good, but he wanted to be out of this body by tomorrow. So you needed to work.

As soon as you started to work, Miguel passed out.

Miguel woke up from his second nap that day. He hadn’t slept so much since…. To be fair, he didn’t remember when was the last time he had so much free time. He stretched himself on the chair, taking his claws out and scratching the leather a little.

He sat on his back legs, a little disorientated, still sleepy. How the hell am I still tired?. Miguel yawned and began grooming himself without realizing. He spent a good minute doing until his brain made him aware. What the hell am I doing? he thought. The longer I spend like this, the more a cat I become?

He couldn’t give much thought to it, because he got distracted with his stomach grumbled. When was the last time he had a meal?

Miguel turned to the screens, the clock showing 1:58 a.m. Behind him, he could still hear you working. He would usually stay awake past this hour, but you always got your 8 hours of beauty sleep. You were probably exhausted, and more importantly, he wanted food.

He jumped off the chair and then platform and made his way towards you slowly, without you noticing. Miguel hopped on the desk you were working on. “I am hungry” he meowed.

“Hi Migs” you said, sleepily. “How was that nap?” you continued, not looking at him anymore, but resuming your work.

How dare she?. Miguel, aiming to get your attention, walked towards you and headbutted your hand, the one grabbing the tool. He wanted you to stop working, to pay attention to him, to feed him. He needed food, it was all he wanted. His rational side was dissipating by the second, the cat inside of him taking over.

You continued working, without paying attention to him. “Hey” he growled. He was getting moody with his stomach empty. “Pay attention to meee” he drawn out a meow.

Your focus was still in the machine, sticking your tongue out in concentration. Oh, you want to play like this? Sure, I can play this game he thought. Miguel sat next to you, acting innocent, but watching you attentively.

He licked his paw, seeming uninterested, but in reality, he was waiting for the moment to attack. His rational side just wanted to knock the screwdriver out of your hand, but his natural instinct had other plans. When the timed arrived, when you moved your hand away from the machine, Miguel jumped towards it. Instead of biting the screwdriver, he bit your your hand.

He succeeded. You had dropped the tool, but as a result, you were pissed and hurt. Despite all his efforts to make you look at him for more than a split second, you continued working.

Really? Not even THAT worked? he thought.

“I’M HUNGRYY” Miguel howled loudly.

“Miguel” you hissed, making him snapped his head towards you. Finally. “Someone could hear, can you stay quiet please?” Not finally

Miguel scowled at you. He was losing his patience, and the kitty brain taking over wasn’t helping the situation.

Without even thinking, he looked at the screwdriver at his feet and started pushing it, gazing directly at you, without breaking eye contact.

“Miguel NO” you said sternly, but he didn’t care. You were going to pay attention to him one way or another.

He kept tapping the screwdriver, each push taking it closer to the edge.

“Miguel” you warned again. You two locked eyes again. You clearly wanted him to stop, but it was too late. His human brain wasn’t thinking anymore, and his cat brain wanted food, immediately. If this was the only way of getting it, so be it.

Miguel looked at you dead in the eyes and pushed the tool all the way through. Oopps he thought.

The screwdriver fell and made a loud noise, echoing across the empty office.

“That’s it” you said, dropping the tools and gloves you had on. “What do you want?”

FINALLY

Clearly, you weren’t reading his meows well enough, so he choose to use his body. He walked towards you and headbutted your stomach. If you didn’t get that message, he would die.

You looked confused for a second, but then you realized.

“Oh my god.” you cried, covering your mouth with your hands. “You are hungry.”

“YESS” he meowed.

“Oh Miggyyy” you whispered, grabbing him and cradling him in your arms. “I am so so sorry.” Yeah, you better be. You kissed his head. Miguel purred, he really liked your kisses. Then you hugged him. Yeah yeah, I really love your display of affection. But I want food.

“Okay, what if we go to my universe, hmm?” you asked. “I know a supermarket near my apartment that sells cat things, and then we go to my home and we sleep a little. What do you say?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you want amor” Miguel purred. “But hurryy” he meowed.

And then you left.

You left Miguel home alone, not before warning him not to get in trouble. How does she think I am? he thought.

He had been in your home before, but this time it was different. Every single time, your things seemed small, he could barely fit in your apartment. But now? everything seemed huge. He stared in awe for a minute before daring to move.

He walked carefully at first, not wanting to mess anything up. That was his plan, his meaning Miguel’s normal brain’s plan. The cat brain had another. He felt an urged to ran all around and climbed everything, even the walls. So he did.

He jumped on the couch, the dining table, the kitchen counters. He almost knocked off the base with flowers on it, but he couldn’t really care. Your house was a new playground. Between jumps, he rubbed himself on each surface, marking it as his. He left a lot of hairs on the couch. Problem for you, not him.

He noticed your bedroom door was opened, so he entered. Your bed was neatly made, and it looked so soft. He jumped on it, bouncing off. As in the couch, he rubbed himself off, leaving hairs. He sprawled on the blanket. All the running made him tired, and his stomach was still empty.

He was dozing off waiting for you, until he heard your keys on the door. He jumped right up, running to meet you. Once he saw you opened the door he started meowing. Not really thinking of anything, but he just really missed you, and he was just really hungry. Besides, he could smell the food on the bags you were carrying.

You placed the bags on the counter. Miguel jumped to it, smelling each bag. One of them had his food, and he was going to get it.

Aha! Found it! he thought, diving right into the bag, before being rudely pulled out by you. “Noo!! Let me go” he cried, wiggling on your arms. He continued wiggling and trying to push you off with his feet. Were you always this strong?

You placed him on one of your arms while you fixed his food. As soon as you dropped the plate on the floor and let him go, he dived right into the food. He stuffed his mouth full with the cat food and the tuna.

“I’m sorry Miggy, I forgot about the food” he thought he heard you say, but he didn’t pay much attention to it, his only focus on the food in front of him. He heard you shuffle on the kitchen, probably grabbing the stuff to make your own food. But who cares, he certainly didn’t.

After what felt like 5 minutes, Miguel finished his food. He licked his face, trying to scoop up all the rest of the food available. Then his paw to clean himself.

He sniffed the air. There was something smelling really well. He watched you move yourself around the kitchen, he loved your food. He hopped on the counter next to you. Hmm, empanadas. This is good he thought, sniffing the filling closer.

He tried to act innocent again. Maybe he would eat a little when you are not paying attention. He groomed himself, licking all his paws and legs carefully, never missing a spot. Right as he was finished, he saw you rushed off.

This was his chance. He turned to the stove, and there they were. Perfectly made empanadas. Problem, all the filling was used, and the empanadas were still raw. Dammit

What do I do, what do I do. She’s going to come back any second he thought. Maybe if a use my paws…. He placed his one of his paws harshly in one of the empanadas. It didn’t break, the only thing that he had done was leave a print on the dough. Shit

He jumped down from the counter and ran towards your bathroom. If I act cute she won’t be mad. Miguel scratched the door and started meowing, trying to make you open the door. You opened the door, looking confused. Miguel just stared at you with big, round eyes. You smirked. Why is she smirking? Does she know? he thought, knowing that you could read him like a book, but maybe in his cat form it would be different.

You shook your head smiling and crouched down to pick him up. Once in your arms, you kissed him. “You’ve become really needy in this past couple of yours” you said. “Maybe I should keep you like this a little longer”.

“NOO, don’t you dare” Miguel hissed.

You began scratching him behind his ears, calming him down. “Oh, this feels good” he purred.

Still carrying him in your arms, you walked towards the kitchen. There was no hiding his art.

“This is why you are acting so cute?” you questioned, extending your arms towards the tray so he could see what he had done.

Miguel turned his head to look at you, tucking his tail between his legs. “I’m sorry” he meowed slowly, blinking, giving you his most adorable eyes. It worked, because you just laughed.

After you were done cooking, eating and cleaning, with obviously taking breaks to pet Miguel, because he requested to be loved constantly, you were ready for bed. You did your night routing, as Miguel gazed at you thinking how beautiful you were, and that, despite being exhausted, you looked like an angel.

You climbed into bed and Miguel followed you, wanting to cuddle. And liked that, you both fell asleep next to each other.

When Miguel woke up the next morning, you were still sleeping. Considering that you went to sleep around 4 in the morning, he didn’t want to wake you up. He untangled himself from your hold the best he could, and stretched himself in the bed. Looking around, he tried to find a clock to see what time it was, but couldn’t find any. Your phone and gizmo where on the living room. He saw you placed them down on the table the earlier that day, you hadn’t brought them into your room.

He hopped off the bed, landing quietly. Trotting over to the door, he found it closed. Great

He scratched the door quietly, trying to open it, but failed. Miguel looked around the bedroom again, trying to find an escape, but everything seemed closed.

That’s when he got the genius idea to climb into your vanity and jumped towards the door handle, so he could open the door. So he did. As stealthy as possible, he jumped into the furniture and prepared for the big jump. He had to have good aim, because if he missed it, his head was smashing directly into the door. He wiggled his butt, angling himself right and flexing his back legs.

When he jumped, he knew he was on the right track. The handle was fast approaching. Miguel prepared himself to pull it down. He landed flatly on the handle and succeeded on pulling it down, but he had a lot of speed, making him fall to the ground rapidly and causing the door not to open, given that he did not only have to pull the handle down, but also bend backwards a little to open it.

The noise he had made would have woken everyone. Everyone except you of course. He knew you were a heavy sleeper, but he didn’t know how you could sleep through the mess he just made.

Minutes went by and Miguel was getting hungry. He didn’t want to wake you up, but he needed to. Besides, you also had to finish the machine to turn him and the other universe back to normal. He didn’t know if he could handle being a cat for another day, or worse, he didn’t know if staying as a cat for much longer could have long term consequences, like becoming a cat completely.

He shook his head, trying to get the idea out of his mind. NO, that can’t happen. I have to wake her up he thought. So, he jumped back into the bad, crawling slowly towards you. He walked over your chest to reach your face. You were sleeping peacefully, looking like a princess. He almost felt bad for what he was about to do. Almost.

He looked at his paw, considering his plan of action. This is the only way he thought. He lifted his paw and hit you on the nose, not too hard, but also hard enough to wake you. Miguel watched you open your eyes startled, so he began purring and giving you kissed all over your face to calm you down, and also for making up for waking you up. And, his legs and paws were doing something weird on your chest. They were needing your breasts. How was this called? Biscuits? Yeah, sounds about right. But it seemed you liked it.

“Migueellll” you groaned, but quickly after you giggled.

“Morning hermosa” Miguel meowed, before flopping on your chest looking for cuddles. You were super warm, and he wanted a hug. Rudely, you decided to sit up, making him slide off you.

“Heyy” he growled.

“If you wake me up, you can’t expect to receive cuddles mister” you said, getting out of the bed and going into the bathroom. Fair enough Miguel though, following your path. He wanted to be as close to you as possible. He jumped on the sink and watched you. He wished he had more time during his normal days to do this, just, gaze at you, admire you, pepper you with love.

He knew you knew he loved you, but sometimes he wished he could show it to you more. He was so lucky to have a woman like you by his side. Despite all his flaws, you loved him. You were his little princess (or maybe he should say big, given that he was the little on now), and he would do anything to make you happy.

After your morning routine, you two had breakfast and got ready to go to HQ. When you arrived through the portal, it seemed quiet. The lights on the platform were on, but he didn’t remember whether you had left them like that last night, but he didn’t really care. You walked towards his chair and sat him down on it, leaving the bag with his things on the table.

All of a sudden, Miguel heard a noise coming from behind him, and it seemed you had heard it too. You looked back, alarmed. You scanned the office with your eyes, before signaling to him to stay hidden. Miguel honestly didn’t want to. If the something was dangerous, he wanted to protect you, but he knew that in cat form, he wasn’t menacing at all. He was a nuisance more than help.

Besides, it could also be a Spider-person, and he didn’t want anyone to see him like this. Having Lyla already know was enough. If someone like Peter B found out, it would be the death of him. He would never hear the end of it, he would have to deal with a thousand of jokes and teases, making his job ten times worse.

You had stepped out of the platform, moving away from Miguel’s sight. He could hear your footsteps walking slowly away from him and towards your working station. He was nervous, and so were you, given your irregular breathing.

“Surprise!!” he heard, making him tense up. That was Peter B. No, no no

“AHHH” you shouted. You breath rapidly, clearly he scared you.

“My god Peter!” you exclaimed, almost out of breath. “You almost killed me.”

Miguel heard not only Peter B laugh, but also Mayday. Great, this is getting worse by the second

“I’m sorry” Peter said. “I was just waiting for the big guy, when I noticed this thing on the workspace. Is this what Miguel is working on?” he asked. Me? Working on something? What did you tell everyone to stop them from barging in into his office?

“Oh! That?” you said. “Yeah, yeah. That’s Miguel’s.”

“So, where is he?”

“Where is who?”

“Miguel?”

“Ah” you exclaimed. Clearly, you were caught off guard, because you took a couple seconds to answer. “He is, uhmm, he is taking a break, yeah” Again with this? What makes you think it is going to work when it didn’t work with Lyla? Miguel thought, covering his head with his front paws.

“Miguel, tired?” he heard Peter ask.

“Well, not really” you answered. “I made him take a nap. But anyways” That is more believable. “What are you doing here? I thought I told Jess no one was allowed.” you questioned back.

“Yes, I know” Peter said. “I just wanted to leave Mayday with you. I have a mission and you know Miguel doesn’t like when I take her. ” You are right, I don’t. But today would have been a good day to not follow my orders. Why today Parker?? he wanted to growl, but he stopped himself.

“I’m really glad you trust me with her Peter, but isn’t there someone else?” Thank you princesa

“Nope, everyone else is busy” Mierda Peter, can’t you take a hint?

“Ughh, fine" Nooo, what are you doing?

Miguel heard Mayday giggle, clearly you were holding her now.

“Okay, bye babyy” Peter cooed. “Thank you y/n. Tell the big guy I say hello.” Yeah, well, hello. Now goodbye.

“Okay, byeee” you said.

Miguel heard the door shut, and left out a breath. Why did Parker have to bring the baby to work today??

“Okay baby,” you said. “There is someone I would like you to meet, but you can’t tell anyone. Okay??” WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??

Miguel stood up on the chair. He moved his head from side to side, trying to find a place to hide, all while he heard Mayday laughing and your fast footsteps approaching.

Where do I hide, where? he thought.

When he made up his mind to jump off and ran under the desk, you were already close. You turned his chair around, now he was facing you, who were carrying Mayday on your hip.

“What are you doing??” he meowed.

Mayday immediately tried to grab him, chanting “Kitty Kitty”, making him scoot back.

Step back you filthy monster

“Careful Mayday, this is a cute Kitty, but you have to careful, alright?” you said. “And the Kitty will behave” you finished, opening your eyes signalling him.

“I’m NOT letting her touch me” he growled, but once he saw Mayday’s teary eyes, he meowed to calm her down. He watched you grab the bag on the table and then, with your free arm, you scooped him up, to take him and Mayday closer to your working stating.

You had a conversation with Lyla, but Miguel didn’t pay attention, he was focused on trying to calm himself down. He needed to act like a cat. Mayday wasn’t that old, but she was smart. He couldn’t let her father find out.

You placed Miguel down on the floor, before grabbing a blanket and laying it down, so Mayday could sit on it. As soon as her legs touched the floor, she launched herself towards Miguel.

“NOOO” Miguel meowed, being hugged by her little hands.

Mayday pulled him towards her chest and started petting him. At least she was careful. They weren’t your pets, but it wasn’t bad. In all honestly, he wanted to get as far away as possible, but that would mean probably hurting Mayday and pissing you off, so he stayed put, playing the role of a good boy.

“That’s good Mayday” you cheered, while clapping at her. “You are being so careful.”

Lyla took out her holographic phone and took a picture, making Miguel look at her angrily, still being on Mayday’s hold.

“I thought we had talk about this” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What?” she questioned. “You can’t tell me you don’t want to remember this. I promise it is just for Miguel, you and me.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay” you said, uncrossing your arms. “I have to admit, it is really funny.” you laughed.

Miguel wanted to scream and chase Lyla around, but he couldn’t. Mayday had a strong hold on him, so he just scolded at both of you.

“Sorry” you mouthed at him.

“No you are not” he growled.

You opened the bag and took out the toys you had brought.

“Here Mayday” you said, bending down a little to hand her a toy. “You can play with this, see if he likes it.” It was a stick with a rat attached to it by a cord. Does she know I am not a real cat? Oh, you are going to pay for this my love.

She looked at him and grabbed it, still holding Miguel. She laughed and moved it around in front of Miguel. He didn’t want to pay attention to it, he was just staring at you.

“Oh, come on Kitty” you cooed. “Play a little.”

“You are evil” he meowed, rolling his eyes. He turned to Mayday and pretended to play, only to gain points with you. This were going to be a long couple of hours.

Miguel had been playing with Mayday for hours. He was exhausted. He couldn’t count how many times Mayday stuck her filthy fingers on his mouth, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Thankfully, she fell asleep, and he didn’t last long either.

He heard some noise around him, but didn’t pay much attention to it. He fell into a deep slumber.

After what felt like a minute, you shook him up.

“Miggy, Miggy! Wake up” he heard.

Miguel lifted his head, confused. What do you want?

“The device works! I can turn you back!” you exclaimed.

At that, Miguel stood up quickly, moving his tail around. He sprinted to the middle of the room, positioning himself, waiting for the blast.

Finally, I am getting out of this body

Miguel closed his eyes and you shoot the beam towards him. Miguel felt weird when he felt the laser hit him, but when he opened his eyes, he was back to normal.

“Miggy!!!” you squealed letting go of the machine, and jumped into his arms hugging him.

He hugged you back, pressing his cheek on yours, lifting you in the air and turning. You giggled. Once he set you back in your feet, you grabbed his face and kissed him, but pulled back quickly.

“Wait!” you exclaimed. “Be right back!”. You ran towards the device, grabbed it and opened a portal.

Where the hell is she going?

“I’m so glad to be back” Miguel said to himself, passing his hands through his chest and face.

Miguel stared at the spot from where you left confused. He had just turned back to normal after a day and you ran off. Was he that ugly? Did you remember him differently? Did you preferred him on cat form?

All the thoughts swarming his head prevented him from seeing your arrival. You sprinted towards him and jumped on his arms, catching him off guard, but he was still able to hold you. You kissed him deeply, turning all those thoughts from earlier to ash. You still loved him.

“I missed youu” you said, barely above a whisper, after pulling back slightly, lips still brushing against each other.

“I miss you too amor” he replied, rubbing his nose against yours. You giggled.

“I have to admit,” you started. “I’m going to miss having a kitty” you finished pouting, looking up towards Miguel with pleading eyes.

“No” Miguel said sternly. I’m never letting you have a cat he thought.

But we all know how that ended up…..

Well, this is the end of the Kitty Adventures mini series, for now at least. I know I said I was going to write 2 bonuses, but I can't get myself to write the 2nd one. Besides, I really want to start back on the Soulmate AU series.

If someone has a request involving more of this, I would be happy to fulfill it. I love writing about kitty miggy, so feel free to ask!!

tag: @aphinthestars

If you've read part 2, you'll notice it is basically the same, minor some actions from the reader, because as I said, it is from Kitty Miggy's pov, who wasn't with reader all the time.

#oharaslove #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel ohara #miguel x you #miguel o hara #miguel fanfic #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #kitty miguel o'hara #kitty miggy

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tired-biscuit · 2 years ago

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I just saw your drabble about kiba’s family smelling the fuck on you……what about baby fever Kiba that can smell you ovulating and you don’t know what’s gotten into him

the way you got me kicking my feet into the air with this ask, omg!! <3

18+ mdni, fem!reader / cw: breeding

i think he'd have the urge to breed you and knock you up pretty early in the relationship, like right from the very start. better yet, even if you're nothing but friends and he secretly fancies you, he's still thinking about it, considering it even, because he can smell whenever you're in your "child bearing prime" whether he wants to or not, and it's literally driving him fucking insane.

but being the respectful man that he is, bless him and his mother, he knows that it's not usually the way these things go; that social norms say that partners should probably get to know each other a little bit better and grow closer before starting families.

so he takes it down a notch when you become his girlfriend. of course he does.

i mean, he doesn't want to scare you away by forcing you to get so serious with him so soon, so what else can he do than tuck away that animalistic side of him - the one that's a pretty common trait to have in his clan - and say that he's completely fine with going super slow, that he's a-okay with using protection? hell, he even goes as far as to pretend that the sweet change in your scent which your ovulation causes doesn't faze him every month, even if it makes his goddamn skin feel like it's on fire.

and sure, he enjoys getting to know you better, settling down with you slowly and taking it easy, but the urge to fuck his kids into you just won't go away. it grows peskier and peskier with each passing week, month, year. it's in his blood after all, he can't possibly do anything about it; it's just the way he's programmed.

so i think - despite the precautions - he'd sort of loosen up and start hinting at it pretty early, after like a year or so. it'd start off innocent enough, like he'd just be talking about your future and stuff like that. but then your cycle comes to the ovulation part again, and all of a sudden he doesn't mind showing how it affects him as well. how clingy it makes him. how touchy he gets during it. how needy.

he follows you around the house during those days and constantly keeps you close. fucks you way more often. develops a daddy kink (or finally allows you to see it, who knows) and makes sex last longer; his dick buried so deep inside of you that you feel like you're going to fucking burst because of the mating press he insists holding you in despite that you aren't even mating technically (sadly) because of the condom that you make him wear.

he does admit at some point that the scent attracts him after you start questioning his sudden change in behaviour. he even tells you that he's grown so comfortable around you by now that he can't bother to hide it anymore. and well, it makes sense for him and his abilities, so you're not all that surprised when he's brushing against you in the kitchen when you're all hormonal once again next month; feeling his hands as he slowly drags them up and down your sides, while the bulge in his sweatpants presses against your ass in a way that makes heat pool between your legs.

however, something is different this time around. he doesn't stop tugging at your leggings when you remind him that he should go grab a rubber if he plans to fuck you on the kitchen counter. no, instead of running to the bedroom like he normally does, he just pushes his hips further into your own, and tells you that perhaps he wants to fuck you right here and now. that he's positive that you'd like it; that he knows you oh, just so well.

"c'mon," he says. "what's a lil' risk, mm?"

and you giggle at that, a faint blush searing your face because you think he's just joking, that he's just messing around with you like he has a habit of doing, but he still isn't moving. he just rests his chin against your shoulder, his sensitive nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck, as he sighs and tells you again how good you smell right at that moment. how sweet the scent is. how appealing it is.

and then one thing leads to another because you're hormonal and needy too, even more than he is if that is even possible. your panties are literally constantly soaked and your poor pussy needs to be taken care of, he knows it, so it's not even shocking that he manages to bend you over the counter and fuck the shit out of you completely raw as your toes curl in your little fuzzy socks and your eyes squeeze shut because of the realisation; because of the risk.

so you tell him, through broken moans and quick gasps, that he's not allowed to cum inside and that this is the only time you're risking it like this. and he agrees. he pulls out the last second - hesitantly, yes, but he does - and cums on your lower back instead, trying to ignore the way he felt your tight hole fluttering with intention to milk him dry.

and that's that.

well, for the most part.

because ever since then, you're getting raw-dogged every other night and are literally begging him to fill you up during your dazed state, because, well, it feels so good. because it's so fucking good and rewarding to see him be so into it; to be so into you. he's been passionate before, but this is on an entirely different level.

he's literally whispering the dirtiest shit into your ear as he breeds you, all focused and with eyes so fierce that they could burn holes through you. is telling you how good your pussy feels when it's soaking wet like this, that he can smell how urgently it needs him, and that he's just so fucking happy that he gets to experience it entirely at long last.

he's even calling you his pretty mate, how proud he is of you, how you're such a good girl for being willing to take his load, how he wants you to make him a daddy and to let him fill you up over and over again, until you're leaking his cum and are pregnant with his babies because he wants you, and he wants to have a family with you, and he just wants and wants and wants.

he's been wanting for all this time. a year and a couple of months of waiting may not seem like a long time for some, but for a man like him, it could have been considered as absolute torture.

so you suppose it's understandable why he turns sort of delirious when he at long last gets to fuck your pretty little cunt completely raw and spill everything he's got right into it. right to the very last drop, he'll even bend your legs flush against your chest just so that he can make sure his seed sticks.

it's just pure instinct. it's who he is.

and it makes him simply overjoyed that you finally understand.

#kiba x reader #kiba smut #naruto smut #biscuit drabbles #everybody say thank u anon <3

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darkbluekies · 2 years ago

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The witty and uncanny: the outtakes

Yandere!doctor OC x reader x mafia!yandere OC

Summary/AN: I had written this, but thought that it was a direction that didn't fit the story, that it spiraled a bit, so I abandoned this and wrote the one in the series ... but I thought that I could share this too!

Warnings: yandere duo, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships

Part 3

Silas runs into the room an hour later, blood covering his neck and black shirt.

“What happened?!” Dr Kry gasps.

“Shit happened”, Silas answers while panting and hurries over to you.

Dr Kry steps in front of him.

“Stop”, he warns Silas. “Don’t touch them. What is going on with you?”

“My enemies know that Y/N is here”, Silas sighs heavily, running his hand through his hair. “And if you don’t want Y/N, yourself, me and everyone around to die, you better fucking help me transport Y/N to my house.”

Dr Kry widens his eyes. He swallows hard, looking around in the room, hesitating, debating.

“How long do we have?” he asks carefully.

“Twenty minutes at most”, Silas says. “We have to move. Now.”

“Alright, alright.”

Dr Kry grabs his bag and shoves some pills, syringes and other necessities he thinks he might need to keep you in check, removes the mask from your face and lifts you up in his arms. Your head automatically falls onto his broad shoulder.

“Let’s go”, he says, stressed out of his mind.

He usually stays calm in pressured situations, but when it involves you, he feels like a beginner again. Not a professional.

The two of them hurries down to the parking lot.

“Where’s your car?” Silas asks.

“My car?” Dr Kry scoffs. “Why my car?”

“Because I can’t use mine?” Silas asks as if that was obvious. “They’ll know it’s me and then we’re already doomed.”

“Fine, it’s this way.”

They hurry over to the white car in the corner of the parking lot. Silas opens the back door for the doctor to place you down on the backseat. Dr Kry jumps in beside you while Silas moves over to the driver’s seat. The doctor holds your body in his embrace, his arms working better than a seat belt — in his opinion. He caresses your hair softly.

It doesn't take long before you open your eyes and find yourself in a totally different location than before. Your entire body freezes before harshly trying to push whoever is holding you away.

"W-Where am I?" you stutter. "Let go of me!"

"Y/N, it's us", Dr Kry answers calmly and strengthens his embrace to keep you in place. "No need to be afraid. We're on our way to Silas’s house since he released his location at the hospital."

Silas house?! Flashing images of the basement fill your mind. You can still feel the hard stone floor under your ass from all the time you've spent there.

"No!" you burst out and start to fight against Dr Kry. "I don't want to go there!"

"I've started to like you better when you're asleep, little thing", Silas mutters over his shoulder. "I'm not going to put you in the basement — because I'm guessing that's why you're getting all worked up — if you stay calm. Don't yell, don't hit or kick and don't try to do something stupid. Got it?"

You gulp and nod. The doctor notices how you shrink into a ball.

"You can't talk to them like that", Dr Kry says.

"We're no longer in your hospital", Silas says. "Out in the real world, I'm in charge. And I discipline Y/N how I want. Unlike your method, mine actually works."

Dr Kry glances at you. You've curled up beside the car door, hugging your legs close to your body. Tears are running down your cheeks and you have to bite down on your lip to stay silent. He reaches out to caress your hair, but you flinch away. Silas grins in the rearview mirror.

For the entirety of that terrifying drive, you sit in silence, remembering all the horrific things that occurred in Silas’s house before you eventually ran off. Should you try to make a run for it? You could get away … buy if they catch you you'll go down to the basement. That's a place you want to avoid at all costs.

"Okay, jump out", Silas says after parking the car.

Your hand trembles as you open the car door. Slowly, you step out. The gravel feels harsh and unwelcoming under your feet. A cold breeze runs past you. You hug yourself to create some kind of warmth, but when only wearing a loose, flimsy hospital gown, you can't.

"Let's get you inside", Silas says and wraps his arm around your shoulders. "You must be cold."

Dr Kry stops and looks at Silas’s dark facade. He can't tell if the actual structure is black or if it's so dark that it blends into the night. After a few seconds of thinking, he hurries after. Inside, the house looks like any other house Dr Kry’s been in. The only difference is the lack of personality but maybe that's all that can describe Silas.

You're led upstairs. Silas notices how you try to force your heels down into the floor, but his grip on you is stronger. Dr Kry walks behind you, leaving you no exit. The two men follow you into the bedroom. All will power leaves you the second you see the bed you used to share with Silas. The chains by the bed makes your stomach turn. Silas walks over to them, picking them up.

"Silas, please …", you whisper, frozen in place as you desperately shake your head. "I'm not going to move. I'll stay, I promise."

"I want to believe you, baby", he sighs and hugs you, sighing when you break down in tears for what feels like the hundredth time this day. "I really want to. But the last time you ran away from me, I thought I'd die! I really need you, sweetheart and I can't let that horrible night happen again. I can't let you hurt yourself like you did that night. I hated to see you in that hospital bed when I arrived. You looked horrible. And then you disappeared from me again … I was so fucking worried."

Somehow you agree. That night brought Dr Kry into the picture and made everything so much more complicated.

"Please", you sob desperately.

Silas thinks for a while before he looks at Dr Kry who nods.

"Okay", Silas says and secures your head into his chest. "No chains."

Your entire body relaxes in relief.

"Give him a hug for being generous", Dr Kry smiles halfly with his arms crossed.

Your arms lock around Silas’s well built body. Silas gives him a surprised look and Dr Kry smiles slightly, shrugging.

They tuck you in bed and walk out to give you some much needed privacy.

"I didn't know you could be human", Dr Kry says.

"Surprise", Silas says, glancing back to the bedroom door. "I really do love them, you know?"

"I thought you were just a sadist who wanted to hurt Y/N. That's how you come across."

"No. I could watch the world burn, but if anything seriously happened to Y/N I'd join in on burning it down." Silas leans his back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "And why did you suddenly become nice to me in there? Was it just a show for Y/N so they'll choose you over me? In that case youre not much better than me."

"I changed my mind about you — but just a little bit. I still think you're an arrogant, narcissistic piece of actual shit … but I don't want Y/N to be scared … and if we fight it will only spiral."

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Silas breathes out, turning to the door. “There’s a guest room for you down the hall. Get some sleep.”

With that said, Silas walks back into the bedroom and into the bathroom. He’s still covered in blood he doesn’t want anywhere near close to you. A smile tugs on his lips when he exits. He'll sleep with you again. It's soon morning hours, but to him it couldn't matter less. The only thing that's important is your body in his arms. He lies down, bringing your sleeping form closer. You fit so perfectly in his arms, it's such a shame that you don't see how perfect the two of you are together.

You wake up earlier than Silas the following morning. For a few moments, nothing comes to mind. Why are you back? Was everything a dream? Did you never escape? Did you never meet Dr Kry again? Did you never come between them? The bandages on your wrists tell you a different story — a real story.

Carefully to not wake Silas, you climb out of the bed and sneak out of the room.

"And where do you think you're headed?"

You're about to scream in surprise. You snap your head to your left, seeing Dr Kry sit in a chair in the end of the corridor with a syringe in his hands.

"Bathroom", you lie.

"I should come with you."

He's about to stand up.

"N-No!" you say quickly. "I'm okay. I won't hurt myself."

"Either let me come with you to make sure you'll be fine or don't go."

"Fine, I won't."

He smiles, exposing his pearly white teeth. "See? I knew you were lying. If you really needed to go to the bathroom, you'd do it even though you were uncomfortable." Dr Kry stands up, slowly walking over to you. "Where were you heading, little one?"

"Nowhere", you say through gritted teeth.

"Nowhere?" He chuckles. "That's a synonym for 'escape'."

"That wasn't said in any dictionary I read."

"Then you didn't read hard enough." He grabs your arm in a firm, but not painful grip. "Sit with me."

You flinch at your doctor's unusual boldness. He pulls you back to the chair, sits down and pets his thighs. You shake your head.

"If I were you, I'd sit", Dr Kry says, showing the syringe. "I don't want to use it unnecessarily, but I need to keep an eye on you. Please don't be difficult, my dear."

You sigh and sit down in his lap, body stiff and uncomfortable. He doesn't move, doesn't even look at you. You can tell that the hand holding the syringe trembles.

An hour later, the door opens and a tired looking Silas comes out.

"You little shit, Y/N", he yawns. "You gave me a heart attack when I didn't have you in my arms."

"And yet you're still breathing", you mutter under your breath.

"I heard that", Dr Kry says, tilting his head into the corner of your eye.

Of course he did.

"They did try to leave", Dr Kry says, squeezing the flesh of your upper arms. "Who knows what could have happened if I hadn't been sitting here."

Silas moves over to you and towers over you like a giant. With Dr Kry both behind — and practically under you — and Silas in front — and practically above you — you can't help but start to feel claustrophobic.

"Are you hungry?" Silas asks, tilting your head upwards by your chin. "Do you want some breakfast?"

"No", you respond.

"Huh, you seem feisty today too."

The men, deciding that it's too big of a risk for you to sit alone down in the kitchen, tie your forearms to the armrests. They're careful to leave that bandaged wrists alone. This way, you won't be able to push the food away or try to run away.

Dr Kry gets his mandatory cup of coffee while Silas rummages through the fridge. You can tell some of his men pass by the door, but none of them give you any attention. Their eyes sneak onto Dr Kry in curiosity, confusion and amusement.

"Here we go", Silas smiles and holds up a bowl of steaming porridge. "This should do the trick."

You've seen him prepare it, you've seen all the ingredients, yet you don't trust him.

"Open", Silas orders, holding a spoonful to your lips. He blows on it for a few seconds to make sure it won’t be too hot for you.

You turn your head away.

"Oh, so we're doing this again?" Silas says, nodding. "Okay, I see how it is. You want me to treat you like a child again. Here comes the airplane~"

You widen your eyes in disbelief, shock and pure embarrassment. Dr Kry snorts out a laugh behind Silas. With burning cheeks, you have no other choice but to open your mouth, scared to be embarrassed further. Bad idea.

“Hm, seems like you only respond when I baby you”, Silas smirks. “I’m starting to think that you want me to treat you like a little child, is that right?”

“No!” you growl.

“I’m just kidding, little thing. Open your mouth again, next bite.”

You shiver. You’re not sure, but he managed to mess it up. Salty — too salty — until the point where you need water. You manage to kick the bowl out of his hands. The porcelain shatters against the wooden floor and porridge splatters over the planks.

“I told you what would happen if you did something stupid, didn’t I?” Silas asks, dark eyes glowing dangerously.

Shit. You had totally forgotten that.

“S-Silas-”, you start in horror.

“‘S-Silas’”, he mocks you as he unties you. “You can’t ‘S-Silas’ your way out of this one. You might be very special to me, that’s why I have to do this. If I teach you not to get on my nerves, you’ll less likely get hurt, don’t you understand that?”

You beg and plead and cry and scream, but Silas’s have turned off his ears.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere fics #yandere mafia #yandere stories #yandere oc x you #yandere doctor #yandere duo #yandere oneshots #yandere series

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wintervalewritersecond · 2 years ago

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weathervane - xavier thorpe

requested: sort of! requests: open! i am begging for literally any kinda of xavier fluff 😭 can be fluffy fluff, hurt/comfort idc i love it all. i have no specific ideas i’m just desperate for more xavier

A/N: its not very original or special, but i hope you like it <3 not a lot of plot, just fluff <3

wordcount: 1,517 warnings: tyler is a bit of an ass, outreach day, she/her pronouns for reader, fluff

Xavier had gotten 'Weathervane' as his volunteer job for Outreach day. You, his normie girlfriend, decided to keep him company while he works.

"Oh my god," Xavier groans when he opens the blue envelope. "I got the Weathervane."

He has not stepped foot in that shop ever since Tyler and his friends tried to beat him up.

"Dude, can we trade?"

Ajax looks up from his own paper. He was actually quite excited about his offer. Uriah's heap. It was some kind of freaky store with loads of taxidermy. He hopes that Enid has the same pick. No way would he trade his volunteer job. For the Weathervane, you need people skills, and even if you don't have those, there will still be loads of people in there.

"I can't man," Ajax shrugs. "What if one of the snakes comes out and I accidentally stone someone trying to get a coffee? Besides, why don't you just invite your girlfriend to hang out with you?"

He immediately texted you afterward, asking what you were up to and if you were willing to keep him some company while he works. If he would be left there with Tyler, there surely would be some type of fight.

You immediately agreed. You had a day off from school anyway, as you were supposed to visit some of the places where the Nevermore students volunteer. Something about testing them, although some of your classmates also went only to bully them.

Xavier had already been working for two hours, having to start at 10:00 in the morning. A machine had broken, so he had to use Google Translate to get it working again while Tyler cleaned the rest of the restaurant. After that, he got lectured on how to perfectly pour coffee into a mug. Not his thing. After today, he probably can't even stand the smell of coffee at all. Before this, he used to love drinking coffee, but in the last two hours, he already downed four cups.

When the little bell above the Weathervane door tinkles, he doesn't even flinch. Who knew that in two hours, there could already be tens of people that hopped in for a coffee.

He is wiping the tables and collecting mugs when he hears a familiar voice.

"Hi!"

You stand at the register, a smile on your face and a bag on your shoulders. A smile immediately makes its way onto Xavier's face as well. Thank God, he isn't stuck with only Tyler anymore.

He immediately hops over to the cash register before Tyler can, leaning on his elbows with a grin on his face.

"Can I offer you a hot chocolate? On me."

You snort as you look at your boyfriend. You wouldn't often go to Weathervane by yourself, but you just wanted to hang out with him. There are not a lot of moments where you can really see Xavier. Not only do you attend different schools, but no one is supposed to leave or go to Nevermore without a proper chaperone.

"Sure," you smile before sitting down in a booth hidden in the corner.

It is right next to some sort of cork board which is filled with random pins and notes. You unpack some of your things. One activity you always love to do is drawing, which is the exact thing that was the start of your relationship with Xavier. The entire Weathervane was filled with people, and the only empty seat was across from him. It was cold outside and you craved your favorite warm beverage, so after mustering up some courage, you asked if you could sit by him.

He was confused at first. Most people in the shop avoided him like the Plague. They knew he went to Nevermore, so they wanted nothing to do with him except to spit on his table or 'accidentally' kick his bag. He moved his sketchbook to the side before nodding, allowing you to sit across from him.

The two of you started talking as you also grabbed your own sketchbook, doodling away as your hot chocolate got placed next to you. He showed you some of his art as you showed yours.

"I can show you something," he then whispered before pointing his fingers to the page.

He had drawn a spider on it, but before you could even blink, it started moving. The spider went in a circle on the table, his legs moving in a slow way before it crawls back onto the page. You had never seen something like it. Your mouth had fallen open as you looked from his hand to the sketchbook.

After that, you hung out together as much as you could. Be it at your house, his art studio, or somewhere in Jericho.

"One hot chocolate with whipped cream and caramel toppings."

You look up at Xavier who is standing next to you with a big grin as he places the drink on the table.

The day went by fast. For you, at least. At some points during the day, Xavier would subtly move his hand to make your drawings move, distracting you from whatever it was you were drawing. He also refilled your cup multiple times. You had taken a break from sitting in the Weathervane, taking an hour to stretch your legs and buying a sandwich from the shop nearby. Tyler didn't let Xavier have any breaks, so he must be hungry by now.

When you come back, you see your backpack in the same position. Xavier told you that he would keep an eye on it, that way you didn't have to carry around a huge bag with you. At the register are three boys, standing with their arms crossed and sour looks on their faces.

"We don't want a freak to serve us. What did you do to Tyler, huh?"

Xavier rolls his eyes before leaning over the register a bit.

"That lazy shit is taking his fourth break for the day. So, either I help you, or you have to wait until he is back."

One of the guys scoffs, looking at the rest of his friends.

"You hear that? A freak is cussing at us normies. Maybe we should teach him a lesson!"

You clear your throat as you stand behind the three, making them look down at you.

"Y/N!" They were your classmates. "I wouldn't go here if I was you. I don't know what this freak did to Tyler, but for the last few minutes that I was here, I haven't heard from him or seen him. Not to mention..."

He points to your bag.

"This freak here insists that he is just watching it, but we all know he stole it. Say the words, and I will beat him up."

You avert your gaze from the boy before loudly ringing the small bell that stands on the counter. After ten times, Tyler immediately emerges from the back.

"Oh, Tyler!" You say with a sickly sweet voice. "Something horrible happened and I need to take Xavier with me! You can handle Weathervane by yourself, right?"

Tyler has always had a weak spot for you. It annoyed you, but the least you could do is use it to get Xavier out of this building.

"Please? It is an emergency!"

"I uh- Yeah. Yeah, go ahead."

You grab your bag before taking Xavier's hand in yours, pulling him out of the store. When you are out of Tyler's sight, you both burst out laughing.

"What dumbasses they are!"

Xavier nods, he totally agrees. He is happy that you got him out of there. The two of you head to the center of the city. There are chairs set up there anyway, as a new Crackstone statue would be introduced in only an hour.

"I can't believe he didn't even give me a break," he groans. "I had to do all the work, I couldn't even eat-"

You immediately hold up the brown paper bag. The smell of sandwiches enters Xavier's nose as he gasps. He takes hold of the bag, seeing two sandwiches neatly packaged.

"Oh my god, I love you so much."

You take both out, giving him one while taking a bite of your own. It is the least you could do for him. You are already happy enough that you got to spend some time with him today, even if it meant having to run into your asshole classmates.

More and more of the chairs get filled up as Nevermore students finish their volunteering jobs.

The unveiling of the statue went as wrong as it could be. You don't know who did it, but the statue caught fire, making everyone evacuate the field. Xavier grabs your hand, pulling you away from the heat while laughing. You look up at him once you're safe from the fire. The only normie that stood with a Nevermore kid. But you couldn't really care less. If anything, Nevermore is interesting.

Xavier presses a kiss to your forehead, smiling down at you as you can only stare back lovingly. You can't believe that he is all yours.

It is never a dull day with a Nevermore kid around.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe oneshot #wednesday imagine #wednesday oneshot #request

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redr0sewrites · 1 year ago

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Sub!Eris Vanserra Thoughts/Hcs

this maaannnnnn ive been brainrotting sub eris foreverrr im kinda tired and my writing is kinda mid recently but i had to write this

🥀Cw: smut, sub!eris, marking, begging, praise, degrading, oral (m receiving), overall filth, reader is gn and can be read as a strap or actual dick

Eris is such a brat, hes cocky and confident and most people would never suspect that hed ever submit

he doesn't relinquish control often, and you didn't think that was something he would ever be into until one night. you were riding him, and the both of you were sweaty and overstimulated with pleasure. His hips rutted up desperately, his arousal making his head hazy.

"ple- nghh, please mistress- it feels so good-" his pupils were blown out, hair tussled and chest heaving. He froze immediately, realizing what he had just said. You paused too, his words making you even more aroused then before

"you like that, little fox? like it when i make you beg?" eris doesnt meet your eyes, but you already know his answer

"if you want me to move again, you're going to have to ask nicely" his hips jerk up slightly, yet you force him back down, rolling your hips as a strained whine leaves his hips. Lets just say that it was quite an interesting night~

After that, Eris began to become more comfortable with being submissive

it definitely took some time for him to get used too, but he trusts you

love love LOVES when you tie him up, he wants to be completely at your mercy

pleASEEE praise him, this mf has the biggest praise kink. He needs to know how good he is, what a good job hes doing, how hes making you feel...

When you praise him, his eyes get glossy and his brain goes blissfully blank, he just need you so bad! he wants to be good for you, he really does

however, despite his love of praise, he can be a major brat....

eris will mercilessly tease you all in the hopes that you will rail him stupid, degrading him and biting deep hickeys into his firm shoulders as his knuckles turn white from gripping the sheets, eyes rolling in pleasure because its all so much, too much~

DEGRADE HIM‼️‼️‼️ SAY THE MEANEST SHIT TO HIM, PULL HIS HAIR AND BEND HIM IN HALF

has a reverse size kink, he LOOOVESSS if ur smaller than him yet still pin him down and restrain him. he adores it when you take control

sometimes, you tease him as well

say for example, hes very stressed doing his high lord duties- what better way to relieve his stress then sucking him off? crawling under his desk while hes working, he cant even focus from the overwhelming pleasure from your mouth around his cock. eris is biting his lip so hard it draws blood trying not to make a sound, yet soft whimpers keep slipping through. it only makes you more aroused, and one hand grips your hair roughly while the other clings to the desk, shaking with need as his eyes roll back

when hes angry, he adores it when your rough. fold him in half, his knees pressing up against his chest as you rail him senseless, your cock is so deep inside him, nudging his prostate so well and making his thoughts so fuzzy<3

overall, eris just loves it when you take control<333

i swear im trying to write more school is kicking my ass guyssss JAJSJSJ. IM ACTUALLY SO EXCITED I FINISHED THIS THO- FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE ACOTAR REQS IVE BEEN HAVING A TOTAL ACOTAR BRAINROT!!! I HAVE MORE ERIS STUFF COMING ALONG WITH SOME AZRIEL STUFF ROTTING IN MY DRAFTS LMAO

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blkkizzat · 2 months ago

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It's sheet changing day and is this adulthood? Being excited by getting to change your sheets? Thinking of the jjk men sleeping in your bed for a week straight and finding out your little cleaning quirks.

Gojo, when he finds out you do your dishes by hand instead of using the dishwasher cause you don't trust it. At first he's exasperated cause why are you over there cleaning when you could be in his arms. Then he kinda likes it and starts doing the dishes with you cause he's needy and likes being in your space.

Geto, when he finds out you clean your own tub instead of hiring a maid. You make more than enough to hire one at least once a week. Why do something so demeaning. But he gets to stare at your ass while you do it. So who is he to complain?

Nanami finding out you change your sheets every 2-3 days. He's confused cause didn't you just change your sheets on Monday? It's only Wednesday. And you're so diligent about it. He thinks at first it's him. That you're uncomfortable sharing your space but he soon learns you just like the feeling of clean sheets fresh after a shower. Especially on days where you shave.

- 🧠

🧠 nonnyyyyy seeing u is always a treat babe 🥹🥹

EDUIHFIAHDSFKUHSD omg the situation with gojo is definitely me because the dishwasher is to SANITIZE not to clean!!!!! it irks the essence of my soul when food clumps be left on plates and shit going in there because theres always specs of it still on. LOL i was about to say if this man isnt doing dishes right next to me theres going to be problems djhkskfhds.

Geto, LOL nah I'm with him I hate bathroom cleaning so I'd definitely hire a maid (tbh id get one now but i also feel its a waste of money when i could just stop being lazy fdhfkdjhfdsj) but if he was paying for it then FUCK YESSS! LOL I'll bend over for him in the bedroom while the maid cleans the tub fjhdksbfjskhfas.

ooh the Nanami one, ideally I'd like to do this too at least twice a week but it ends up being a week because im lazy djkhsfkjfhsd.

hmmm lemme seee....

Toji would definitely have trouble with the no outside shoes on in the house. Even though its common in Japan not to bring outside shoes into the house (every entrance to a home/apt usually having some enclave/foyer to put them) since he'd live alone after his wife he just kinda stopped caring and walked around inside with them, not kicking them off until he was on the sofa. LMFAO you definitely would have to nag him a few times before it sunk in. And he'd NEVER tell you but he thinks the fuzzy matching slippers you for the both of you are super cute.

True form Sukuna doesn't wear shoes so you wouldn't have to worry about him not wearing them in the house but thats the thing, he ain't wearing slippers neither. you cringe when your plush cream moroccan rug is quickly turned a greyish brown from the grime on his feet. his answer to that though is to destroy it entirely saying you wont need the rug nor your silly little apartment because its time for you to move into his palace. in fact, he doesnt even tell you this, he just destroys it and snatches you away... you'd figure it out eventually lol.

Choso is an angel. Yet he has alot of trouble with the no outside clothes on the bed rule. When he gets home late from fighting curses he wants nothing more than to dive into bed with you. But ick! He needs to remove his clothes and take a bath first. You help him out by making sure there is always one hot and ready for when he gets home. And he is so eager to peel off all his clothes and relax with you in the tub. (lol fun fact i didnt know until i studied abroad there that since the japanese technically wash with soap etc, before they get into the bath and the bath is for soaking, that in lots of homes they typically dont dump the bath water until after a few uses. this also was a water conservation tactic back from wwii that just stuck. so because of that most of their bathtubs have a warming feature. so it really would be easy to keep a bath warm for someone until they got home. also omg imagine just being able to sit in there forever too cause the tub keeps the water warm djhksdsdjvsd, i miss those japanese tubs mannnn)

xoxo!

#🧠 anon #ೃ༝💌⁀➷ 𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉мαιℓ #ೃ💌⁀➷𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉αησηѕ #˚⊱🍪 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈🤤⊰˚#jjk headcanons #choso kamo #sukuna #gojo satoru #geto suguru #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jjk drabbles

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cebwrites · 1 year ago

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Hiya! Can I request Law and/or Zoro x a male reader who constantly tries to work in couples/working together moves in fights as a his own kinda love language/flirting depending on if you think the relationship would need to be established first or not.

Like Reader and them are cornered mid-fight and Reader's just like, "Finally! I've been waitin to try out this new axe! Launch me, darlin! >:-)"

a/n: hi anon, I went with marimo since he's been on the brain lately <3

Zoro x M!Reader Battle Couple HCs

masc reader, transmasc Zoro word count: 0.6k

Whether Zoro meets you out in the wild as a bounty hunter (reader having to team up with Luffy and Koby to help break Zoro out of the marine compound is a cute idea though) or when he's already a Strawhat, the beginnings are typically the same - you catch Zoro's eye briefly because of his prowess but it's not until you're forced to work in close proximity that Zoro really takes interest in the your skills and you as a person overall

Beginning to care for you as one of his own, knowing that the other can kick enough ass on their own but having each other's backs not because you don't trust his strength or vice versa but because you love and still look out for one another, each of you powerhouses in their own right still

Not that Zoro would ever associate himself with anyone intolerant nor hide himself to begin with, but I think the moment he walks around topless (op or no) and you give no significant reaction, is when Zoro tells himself you're safe to be around and starts being a tad more buddy-buddy; this usually means more tussling in the bath and impromptu "wrestling" matches on the lawn, no weapons of course, just horsing around

Franky outright bans "serious" sparring matches on the Sunny after everyone comes reunites after two years, he'd heard about how much Zoro and Sanji tore up the Merry in the past with their squabbles from Usopp and has no intention to have to seriously patch Sunny up every other day - so you're both relegated to only having serious tests of strength on land (not that smaller skirmishes aren't allowed, Franky just keeps a close eye on you two so that it doesn't turn into anything more heated)

Zoro automatically has a vested interest in all the cool, sharp new toys his boyfriend brings back to the ship, whether you have a staple one like Wado, Sandai Kitetsu, and now Enma are to him, or you prefer a revolving door of weapons with no particular favorites

He helps you clean and take care of any blades you might carry, maybe even leading to cuddles and something more after the heat of battle you filthy animals, and though he doesn't know anything about guns he's willing to learn about the upkeep for your sake - and if it's anything more technological like lasers, well at least Zoro can enjoy looking at the pretty lights and the destruction that follows

Zoro doesn't let anyone else handle his swords lightly, let alone Wado, that privilege is saved solely for other Strawhats that Zoro's absolutely sure he can trust them to protect what are ostensibly extensions of himself - so when he first puts them in your care, it's a BIG deal, along with the first time he fully shows his back to you, be it in the heat of passion or something more akin to casual, tender affection

Zoro's used to fighting in tandem with other people, the chaos of the Strawhats usually forces one to adapt like that, but if you met him before all that, the level of synchronizing you'd have with him would be unparalleled, both talented blades in your own rights alone but together? Together you're unstoppable

Zoro trusts you with his back and you allow him to see tender, wounded parts of yourself that few others even know about and he protects them like a righteous sentinel, as you are with the parts of him that he seeks to hide away in shame - his guilt, his inadequacy, his mourning, you both take on each other's pain and forge it into a power that shakes the Grand Line in your combined wake

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro #op zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x male reader #zoro x y/n #zoro x you #transmasc zoro #male reader #op x reader #one piece x reader

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aphroditesmoon · 2 years ago

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here with me

joel miller x reader

summary: you've had better days, but as long as he's with you, you wouldn't ask to be anywhere else.

warnings: age gap (reader is 34), fluff, used both game/show Joel for inspo.

a/n: hope u guys like this<3

°°°

The car tank was gonna run out sooner or later. It was a bit nerve-wrecking that it had to happen around an abandoned neighbourhood.

Your feet are eating you up, the pain shooting up at the sole. Joel seems to feel the same way as he decides to search an abandoned mansion. You roll your eyes at his choice of house. "You couldn't have picked anything more lowkey?"

"What can I say, I'm a man of taste." He replied nonchalantly.

You scan the kitchen and laid eyes on the wrapping papers and finished Cheetos package.

"Someone was here, Joel." You called out, picking up the wrappings and waving it up for him to see. He nods and keeps searching.

"That's either a good thing or a bad thing, keep looking out." He orders. You sighs lowly before heading upstairs. The floor was wooden, smoothed out, and as wrecked as the house looked like, you can see the potential, with everything cleaned up a bit, a little redecorating going on.

You eye the large grandfather clock hanging on the wall, somehow still surviving despite the other furnitures destroyed. Though pretty, it doesn't work anymore unfortunately.

As you glance next to the wall, empty picture frames that hang next to the clock makes you frown.

The owner must've taken them all out when the pandemic started.

You continue walking until you reach the first room with it's door closed. You kick it open, gun ready to aim and shoot.

You're met with an empty room as it looks, entering inside, you study the large master bedroom, the bed was dust filled, as is the table by it's side.

You pull open the closet inside, met with more emptiness, you quickly move to look behind, Cursing loudly at the sudden view of a rotten dead infected, attached to the wall. Your face pulls in disgust and you immediately walk out, suddenly feeling more aware and on guard as you search the other rooms.

Joel's voice fills loudly as it echoes throughout the whole house. "You wouldn't believe this, these stupid rich people be leaving behind the wrong things."

You hummed softly, hopping down the two way big staircase, feeling like you're in one of those movies.

"Oh yeah, I know, they even left behind some some of these sick ass Celine Dion CDs." You laughed out making him snort.

"Well, that'll go well in the car ride, now that we have the oil for car tank." He had a small smile as he lifts up the two large bottles of car oil and placed them at the broken dinner table.

Your eyes wide at the sight before you looked up to him and grinned. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go." You ask hastily.

He shook his head to your suprised. "You and I both need rest. We'll stay the night here, and drive back tomorrow, Were getting closer to Jackson anyways, so no fuss."

"Seriously?" "Seriously." He moved to go upstairs but you called out immediately. "Dead infected occupy the rooms! They're rotting on the walls, but still not a nice view to sleep to I guess."

He keeps walking up and you watch him enter each room.

Reaching the last one, he exits holding up two large comforters and a long blanket. You nod your head subtly understanding his actions.

"Dust them out a bit, can't risk you dying of asthma or something." He teased as he passes you a comforter.

"That was one time, the room was basically a storage box." You mumbled, annoyed.

You open the comforter wide before waving it up and down to removed the dust, coughing loudly. "There ya go."

You lay your comforter down next to his and sits down on it, letting your body enjoy the rest while it could.

Joel instead, walks towards the fireplace ahead of you. "Wonder if this still works." He voices out.

You watch him from where you're sitting and enjoy the view. "Probably not."

He kneels down in front of it and checks the wire for the electronic starter of the fireplace.

After a few minutes of clicking and pulling wires, the fire lights up. You cheer loudly at the sight and he turns his head back to look at you, a small rare smile on his face.

°°°

That evening you slept easily on the comforter until night came. Your begrudgingly open you eyes to the sight of Joel bending down by the kitchen cabinets.

You sit up and run your tired eyes as you continue to eye his actions. "What are you doing?" You mumbled at him. He doesn't say anything at first, but then you hear a congratulatory 'aha'.

He walks up to you with a satisfied smile, holding two mugs in his hands. He gently sits back down next to you, passing the mug in your hands.

"What's this?" You asks. There was nothing inside, you frown at the mug and look back at him with an amused expression.

"It's a birthday present." He spoke smiling.

Your breath hitches and you lose yourself in your head for a second. You couldn't even remember the date today.

You stare at him and blinked a few times. "How do you know it's my birthday?"

He shrugs. "I keep up with time." He says simply. "How old are you now? 40?" He asks teasingly. "34, I'm almost as old as you."

He actually laughs and places his own mug next to him. "Now I'm really sure you're just an ass kisser."

You let out a short laugh before studying the mug. Your eyes widen excitedly when you realize the mug had cat ears.

"Oh it's a cat mug!" You exclaimed. You lifted it to show Joel, but he already knows of course.

He shoots up and reach out for his backpack. "Oh there's one more thing-" He pulls out an ukulele. "-Im more of a guitar person, but this will work."

You burst out a laugh and had to clamp your mouth shut when he sends a glare your way.

"Sorry I just- I don't understand why you'd have a whole ukulele in your backpack."

He snorts and shook his head. "Not mine, one of them rich fuckers got it in their room, if it fits in the bag, then it fits."

You laugh again at his antics and shook your head. "Okay then mister country star, go at it." You joke, nodding your head at the ukulele.

"You gotta lie down, I'm supposed to be serenading you." He jokes as he starts strumming.

You lay againts the worn out comforter and watch as his face changes into a focused frowning image as he plucks the strings into a simple beautiful melody.

When he starts singing, his deep voice catches you off guard, but you were pleased. You never knew someone so brutal was capable of such tender acts.

You wouldn't say being a world post apocalypse where a simple bite can turn you into a flesh eating monster didn't suck, but you were glad that out of all the people you've met in 20 years, He stayed.

When your eyes starts feeling heavy, and your mind turns dizzy, you're still awake enough to feel him cover you with the blanket before sliding under it too, pulling you into his chest before tucking your head under his chin.

"Happy birthday baby."

#joel tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us hbo #the last of us x reader #tlou x reader #tlou #the last of us

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tetsumie · 2 years ago

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𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋

pairing: kuroo x gen!neutral reader

genre: angst

content: you love kuroo but circumstances make it a hard to love him unconditionally

a/n: slightly self indulgent :( but anyways this is my first fic on this blog and i'm trying to get back into writing again which feels really nice <3 also i miss my boy kuroo :(

god, how you wish you wouldn't have to do what you're about to do.

sitting on the bench in front of the lake, you fiddle with your fingers waiting for your boyfriend, kuroo, to show.

it wasn't a date or anything and he told you he was coming from a study group with some friends to meet you. the whole thing was an incredibly sporadic meetup.

"y/n!" you hear his voice and you turn your neck to see him slightly jogging towards you with his messy hair.

"hi tetsu," you reply with a small smile on his face.

he slows down his pace as he reaches you and his lips turn upwards into that smirk that you've grown to love in the months of your relationship with him.

his stupid little smirk.

"did i keep you waiting for too long?" he asks you.

you shook your head. "no no no! i was just looking at the lake for a bit and listening to some music. don't worry about it."

"sorry... study group kind of got carried away. organic chem is kicking our asses," he replies with a chuckle and you let out one as well.

"but... i did get you flowers!" he pulls out a bouquet of white carnations and your heart flutters but the feeling is immediately retracted when you remind yourself why you called him over.

"t-tetsu, you really didn't have to," you begin to stammer.

"sure i didn't have to but i wanted to," he kisses your cheek. "anything for my pretty."

he puts the bouquet in your hands and sits with you on the bench, viewing the lake with you. you're unusually quiet and kuroo feels something is off.

as he's about to ask you what's wrong, you intervene with, "tetsu can we walk for a bit?"

"y-yeah sure."

the both of you stand up and begin to walk around the sidewalk surrounding the lake. people of all kinds are here. some are walking their dogs, some with their kids, others out on a jog, some riding their skateboards, and more. even couples just like you and kuroo are present.

you still aren't saying anything and any topic kuroo brings up, you're giving curt responses and it's worrying him. what's going on?

"y/n," kuroo's upbeat voice turns to one with a bit of a more stern tone. "stop."

you stop moving and you turn to meet his honey golden brown eyes.

those honey golden brown eyes filled with love and affection just for you.

looking him in the eye was still intimidating to you even after all this time and you felt the goosebumps form on your arm.

"what's going on?" he tilts his head. "you haven't said much the entire time we've been here."

you break eye contact and you're looking everywhere else on his face other than his eyes now. you know the moment you look into his eyes, he's going to read you like an open book and you're going to burst into tears.

"my mom and dad want us to break up."

the world around kuroo silences. he can't hear the dogs barking anymore or the sound of the skateboard wheels riding along the cement or the laughter from the children walking around with their families. the only thing he can hear are your words.

"oh."

you can see the heartbreak take over his handsome facial features and you can't help but feel at fault for all of it. it's your fault now that he's upset.

"but why? i didn't do anything! i mean, we haven't formally met, but we've said hello and stuff on call! i don't think i was disrespectful? right, i wasn't disrespectful?" he begins to ramble.

"no, tetsu, you were never disrespectful to them." you reply in a low voice.

"then why do they want us to break up? it doesn't make sense.. we haven't done anything wrong?" he asks.

"they just... they think me in a relationship with you is all too soon. us being in such a committed relationship is too soon."

you bit your lip waiting for his response and his gaze refused to leave your face. "y/n, there must be something more to this. tell me the entirety of their reasoning."

goddammit, he would always be able to read you like an open book.

"they were talking about how... well.. they don't think you're good for me.." you mumble.

he doesn't say anything for a moment and you feel your heart drop. you look at him and now his face is unreadable. you can't seem to figure out what's going through his mind.

"i'll talk to them," determination laced with his voice. "i'll change their mind."

"tetsuro, please..." you grab his wrist and you refuse to look back up at him knowing if you do, the tears will unconventionally fall. "it's not... it's not worth it."

"our relationship is worth it to me!" he says, his voice growing louder. "your parents are trying to pull us apart and you're just letting them! don't you want to try?"

"don't you think i did?!" you reply.

"i told them you're different! i told them how much i love you and how much you care about me and how i'm willing to spend the rest of my life with you if you asked me to! i would do it in a heartbeat! i told them that you, you, are my first love."

he hears the pain in your voice as you begin to tell him.

"kuroo, i never wanted to hurt you but i... i'm in a tough spot where i don't want to hurt my parents but i don't want to hurt you either."

he feels the wet tear droplets on his wrist and he realizes you're crying. and it hits him.

"how long have you been keeping this in?"

"..."

"how long, y/n?"

"about a month now..."

you've known for so long and yet you couldn't tell him. were you that horrified to tell him about it? he sighs. he hates the fact that you're crying.

and a part of him feels responsible for your tears.

"so what now?" he asks. "what do you want to do?"

you begin to wipe your tears, still refusing to look him in the face. you can't bare to see the expression on his face after everything that's been said.

"i... i don't know."

silence fills the space between you too and neither one of you know what to say. you refuse to look at him and he won't stop looking at your figure in front of him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you'll look up at him.

"y/n," he says with a strength that you weren't expecting from him. "look at me... please?"

it comes out as more of a request and you can't not look up at him. your heart breaks even more at the sight. there are tear stains on his face and his eyes are stained light red.

his eyes. his honey golden brown eyes. the ones that would hold a soft gaze reserved just for you have now turned erratic and empty altogether.

he looks so vulnerable right now and you feel that it's your fault that your relationship is crumbling so quickly.

"let's break up kuroo," you tell him before he can say anything to sway your heart and mind. "i've been thinking about this for too long and i need to accept my parents' wishes."

his heart chips even more when you call him by his last name. his body screams to stop you from making this decision. he wants to believe this is all some horrifying prank but with the way your eyes are looking at him, he knows it's not.

"okay," he says.

"okay," you reply back.

he bends down a little and takes your face in his palms and you resist the urge to rub your cheek along his familiar palm like you used to. he rubs his thumb along your cheek and you feel the hot tears forming in your eyes.

right as a tear slip pasts your eye, kuroo's lips meet your cheeks and he begins to kiss away every tear that seems to slip away from your eyes.

you're never going to be able to feel his touch on your face again.

you're never going to feel the warmth of his skin on yours again.

you're never going to be able to feel the way his calloused hand fits into yours.

you're never going to be able to feel him again.

his last kiss ends on your lips and you don't have it in you to kiss him back, scared of making a decision you would regret. as he pulls away from you, you open his palm and place the bouquet of flowers back in his hands.

"don't give this back to me; it's yours," he tells you.

"please take it back... i don't want them."

with much hesitation, he takes back the flowers he picked out for you and his arms drop to his sides.

"i love you, you know that right?" you begin to say. "i love you. so fucking much."

he pulls you in for a hug, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"i love you, always," he speaks it into the air and places a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

"i always will."

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risingsoleil · 6 months ago

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Thank you for all these NSFW posts, you’re feeding the fandom mwah!

Saw your other post where Linzin in the canon verse about Tenzin griping Lin’s throat. Maybe this could be a new chapter in Lay All Your love on me ;)

Or a short post too! Hahaha

To add to all the asks:

Linzin favorite position?

Newly wed Linzin (modern or canon universe) being unable to keep their hands to themselves (especially Tenzin)

Tenzin and Lin finding out new kinks

Thank you, I'm doing my best ~~ I'm on my lunch break at work trying to keep up with all this spicy Linzin demand 🤭😈

Oh, that will def make an appearance at some point in the Lay All Your Love on Me collection 😉

Linzin's favorite position

Lin - 1) Cowgirl, she loves the ability to control her movements and it's easier for Tenzin to suck on the titties compared to missionary.

2) Missionary - can scratch his back, lock her legs around him when he's about to cum. She loves his weight pushing her into the bed or the floor while he fucks her hard or slowly

3) Sideways spooning - Tenzin somehow hits all the right angles every time in this position and it's lovingly intimate. He can still massage her boobs and kiss her neck while having his leg between hers to fuck her. This position became one of her favorites after having kids.

Tenzin - 1) missionary - He can look at Lin 😍😍😍

2) Doggy - Smack dat ass, grab dat ass, stare at dat ass. Also pull Lin's hair. He feels like he goes deeper in this angle and Lin acts like she doesn't love this position. Apparently, she can never say his name properly when he fucks her from behind and smacks her ass. ("Shut up, Airhead.")

3) Lin is on top - Boobs in his face. Boobs in his hands. Watching Lin move and grind her hips on him gets him harder inside her. The way she slides up and down on his dick, knowing that she's taking him all the way inside is indescribable to Tenzin. Lin thinks she knows what he means, but she doesn't (Lin throws a book at him).

Newlywed AU Linzin

Guaranteed way to make Tenzin hard? Lin wears acolyte robes.

They're at one of the air temples for more privacy from RC, and there's already a room prepared for them. The head abbott greets them politely along with several other acolytes, and they are shocked at how Tenzin openly puts his hand on Lin's waist in front of them.

The abbott is struggling to get his words out, and Tenzin's fingers play along Lin's waist. Lin can sense the awkwardness for the abbott and tries to take a step away from Tenzin. But he only pulls her closer so she's pressed against his side.

"Thank you Abbott for greeting us. Lin and I are tired from the journey and we'd like to go to our room."

"O-of course."

As soon as the abbott and the acolytes turn around, Tenzin's hand slides down to squeeze Lin's ass. Lin smirks at him and smacks his butt. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard as soon as we get inside. Be prepared to be pampered for the entire week because I'm going to make sure you won't be able to walk properly."

He massages her butt and smacks it again.

A low squeak comes from near Oogi, and Linzin notice another young acolyte.

Oops, did that innocent acolyte accidentally see Tenzin smacking her?

"If you won't let me walk, then I won't let you walk either. I'll be riding you morning and night until you've emptied everything inside me."

Now the abbott and acolytes glanced at them with red faces.

Oops. Did Lin talk too loud?

AU Linzin finding out new kinks

Roleplay - begins when teen Lin starts calling Tenzin, "Master" Now they've expanded into other scenarios as they get older

Sensory deprivation - inspired by Toph's "blindness" not seeing with their eyes and feeling the smallest sensation on their bodies is so hot. The first time they do this is in their early to mid-20s

Sensory play - Begins in their early-mid 20s as they travel more often and use their environment to turn the other on

Dom and sub - Kicks in when they start working. They hate the politics and social games they sometimes need to play in the careers they want, so they channel their frustration through some dom and sub. Usually, it's Tenzin initiating this and Lin doesn't mind because she loves that rough side that comes out. It gives her a break to get hot, subtly disrespectful sex that she would only let Tenzin do to her

#linzin #lin beifong #tenzin #tlok #nsft

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Blizzard winds + hat = crash out

Wanderer/Scaramouche x Reader

Summary —☆ You had an errand to run in Mondstadt, and dragged your favorite flier with you!

Contains —★ vulgar words, playful teasing

.・。.・゜✭・WRITTEN BY: vxxxvnii (email me for more direct contact!: [email protected])

A/N: wrote the DHIL one on the same day. Celestia helped me. (vulgarity used because I strongly believe that Wanderer would still have a potty mouth) this took 3 days [total] because I was procrastinating

What happened to all of those sunny warm days?! You could take a walk and you'd be fine, save for a few bug bites every once and a while and sneezing from pollen, but it was tolerable! Not this.. What..WINTER BLIZZARD. Winter really does come quickly. The temperature changes are too abrupt, and the weather just goes batshit crazy. At least that's how (Reader) feels.

Wanderer? He doesn't feel anything. Only the snow crunching and pivoting beneath his feet, but he ultimately feels nothing but annoyance at (Reader)’s complaining.

“It’s so cold!!!” (Reader) would whine, clutching onto their cloak that is wrapped around their shoulders. The two had just left Mondstadt for a quick visit.

Why was Wanderer with them? Because (Reader) kept bothering him to fly them there so they wouldn't have to walk. And he only agreed because he had no choice, or else they wouldn't shut up.

“Well whose fault is that?” Wanderer grumped as he held onto the front of his hat with one hand, but was also holding (Reader)’s. Only because he doesn't want to find them if they get lost. Only because of that. “Certainly not mine. This was your dumb idea to go out into a fucking blizzard that we could see from miles away.” He spat. “Your reasons being: ‘Well a blizzard shouldn't be this bad this early in the season!! Only a few snowflakes here and there’..” He mocks their voices, feet walking across the snow as he dragged them to keep up. “But no! A blizzard is more than ‘a few snowflakes’ dumbass.”

Throughout all of those personal attacks, (Reader) could only scoff as they braced all of the cold air brutally assaulting their face. “HEY! That was me being optimistic!!” They scowled, their grp on Wanderer’s hand tightening as they trek through some more snow.

The path that they were on was barely visible. The snow fluttering all around them was like a blinding swarm of ice cubes. It hits your face and you get a free exfoliation.

“Yeah? Well optimism only gets you so far.” Wanderer snarks as he also tightens his grip on the edge of his hat. The tassels fly around in the ice cold wind like two pig-tails.

(Reader) sneezes, to which Wanderer cringes and turns back. His face was disgusted at first, but shifted when he remembered (Reader) is just being sensitive to the cold. However, (Reader) just gives him a look and sticks out their tongue.

“Keep giving me that look and something will happen. I already told you that I was being optimistic and I’m sorry-!” (Reader) frowned, stumbling over a heap of snow that was kicked up by accident.

Wanderer scoffs at the supposed threat, and was about to say something until a huge gust of wind blew their way. It was enough to make even him struggle to anchor himself. (Reader) of course obviously was about to blow away, but was barely saved when Wanderer had tightened his grip on their smaller hand.

“Shit--!” Wanderer grunted as the aftermath of the wind lifted the back of his hat and made it blow far away. All that was visible was a blur of blue, teal, and two flying tassels disappearing into the wind.

The two stop walking on the path, as Wanderer stands there literally winded and stunned. Then makes a deep and heavy sigh. “..Hahh…. There goes my fucking hat.” He rumbled.

(Reader) shivered and unconsciously moved their body to go up against Wanderer’s for some kind of comfort and shield from the wind. They looked at Wanderer and snorted. “Ha! I told you something would happen, you mean ass!” They laughed. Then sneezed again, making Wanderer recoil in disgust once more.

With a short gruff, Wanderer tugged (Reader) along the white-covered path and snow-capped mountains. Following the direction where his hat flew, his pace was hurried yet careful. He didn't want to say it out loud, but he really did care for (Reader)’s safety. Or at least the bare minimum. Silence descends on the two again. Nothing but the icy winds were blowing throughout any openings in their clothes. (Reader) shivers, Wanderer is still and calm.

It was only until a couple dozen meters that Wanderer spotted a blue mound in the snow. “Oh fucking finally--” He exasperates in mild relief, then practically yanked (Reader) to walk faster.

(Reader)’s feet were really cold. And with this constant running more snow was being kicked up onto their clothes and shoes. “Slow down! I’m tired of walking so fast!” They scowled, but were promptly ignored.

As the two approached the little blue blur, Wanderer plopped down and dug his hands in the snow to push and brush the snow away. (Reader) just stands there, pulling and tugging their coat to stay on their body. They saw the mysterious snow mound and were just staring at it. Something was off, but they couldn't put their finger on it. Was it the weird glow from the snow bank? A weird little snowflake effect around it? Well, the mound was kind of too round to be a hat shape but whatever.

Wanderer continued to dig in the now, he had a smug smirk on his face as snow flew all around him. “Hah! Beat this shit (Reader)! Bad luck didn't last very long!!” He cackled and laughed, reaching the source of the blue blur that was once covered in snow. “Hah…C'mere you fucker..” He sneered as he grasped the blue ball, pulling it out from the snow.

His smirk was there for the next 5 seconds until he frowned. In his hands was a blue thing sure, but it was squishy and round and really cold. Definitely not shaped like a hat. It had a face. A cute face at that. And it stared at Wanderer blankly.

And he stared at it back blankly. Then went back to his classic disgusted expression as he realized his false hope for finding his dear hat was only to dig up a stupid little Cryo slime.

A little staring contest happens. Until Wanderer gets tired of looking at his failure, throwing the slime up with a sudden gush of Anemo, sending the poor Cryo blob into the air and out of sight. The cold air also acts a little… Escalator? The ones in airports to move faster? Or maybe as a little current in the air, and really all you could see was a blob of something going up and away..

With a heavy sigh, Wanderer gets up and turns around to face (Reader), a look of unhappiness clear and visible. (Reader) on the other hand watched the interaction, suddenly not feeling cold and stood there amidst the snow. And laughed loudly at him, but to his dismay.

“Shut the hell up.” Wanderer snapped as snowflakes fell on his hair. Looks like dandruff honestly.

(Reader) obviously didn't want to. “HAHAA!! What an idiot! I knew something was off. IT shouldn't have been that easy..” They hummed and eased up on their joy when Wanderer made that little ball of Anemo in the palm of his hand. “...Yea okay.” (Reader) deadpans.

Wanderer kept his unamused look and turned back around, holding his hand out behind him for (Reader) to take. “..C'mon… Let's just hurry up, get my hat and get the fuck outta here.” He grumbled, then resumed the hike as he feels (Reader)’s cold hand meet in his.

And so the journey of finding Wanderer’s hat continues. You are probably wondering as I break the 4th wall, ‘Why can't Wanderer just fly?’ Well, it's probably because the damn snow hinders visibility, and Wanderer has some unsaid consideration for (Reader). A cute detail, but he probably would fly in a blizzard with (Reader) if there's snow everywhere, cautious of their health and noting the conditions. Adorable.

The journey continued yes, but progress was nada. And that is showing as Wanderer starts tweaking out, his eye twitching and pace increasing in urgency and the whole shebang. (Reader) was just witnessing the spectacle, isn't sure whether or not to laugh or feel worried about Wanderer’s sanity. So instead they just tugged at him lightly as they started plowing through the snow.

“Hey! Calm down already!” (Reader) urged as they began to trip over their feet from having to make small leaps over piles of snow. “...You’ll find it soon. So just relax..” They mumbled, now being somewhat serious.

Wanderer being Wanderer, he just gruffed and shook his head. “This is all your fault- If you didn't make us pass through Dragonspine instead of walking AROUND it, then we would be in this shitty predicament!” He barked at (Reader) roughly.

After he says that, a little roll of snow blocked their path, but blinded with well, snow flying, Wanderer tripped and fell on his face. So Wanderer faceplants into the snowbank, (Reader) following suit by also tripping and landing on their knees. They get up first and dust off the cold shivers. Wanderer however, remained in the snow, and (Reader) had to poke their foot into his side for him to just sigh heavily.

“..Quit that.” Wanderer says, voice muffled in the snow as he moves his hands to cover himself in the snow.

Rolling their eyes, (Reader) is about to say something, but stops as a fluttering object in the sky floats down and lands squarely on Wanderer’s head. They blinked and snickered. “..Found your hat..”

To that, Wanderer seems to stop his burial and physically pauses. And he just makes another long groan into the snow as all of his previous attempts and long walks on finding his dear lost hat were in vain.

That stupid hat of his.

The sole cause of Wanderer freaking the fuck out. Ridiculous.

After 2 minutes of life re-evaluation, Wanderer creaked his joints back up, taking (Reader)’s hand without saying anything else and head tipped downwards. It was a silent walk out of Dragonspine, and at this point (Reader) had frostbite in multiple places. It hurt, but at least (Reader) had some kind of enjoyment out of this long journey.

But one thing was for sure, once they were out and warmed up out of the winter climate, Wanderer scooped (Reader) up in his arm and flew the heck out of Mondstadt. Of course he held onto them tightly. Ironic how he was freaking out about his aht, but it literally disappears once he’s in flight.

But whatever.

From now on, he probably won't agree to go do errands with you anymore.

#x reader #genshin x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer #fluff #holiday #winter

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