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[nina-renmen]

Hey I found you quotev and I wanted to say that I really like your writing style. I'm DreaniDreams if you ever wanna chat. I particularly am in love with your Lost Gojo series the MC is such a bad ass and I love it!

Good luck with your writing and I can't wait to see and read what else you cook up!

Omgg thank you so much 😭 I’m actually working on another chapter now. Thank you so much for the support! 💖💖

[nina-renmen]

How Male demon Kny Characters are in bed pt.1

I seen something like this on here and I thought I’d hop on the bandwagon. Minors DNI!! (This isn’t revised or edited)

This can either go one of two ways. He either A) is super gentle and sweet. He’d most likely prep you before and initiate aftercare. But this would only happen if you two were together for a long time (like three years for example) and the relationship is serious. He might be rough with you if you asked him to or he had a bad day. But let’s just say this man lives for plush thighs. Especially if you sit and your thighs go into ‘pillow mode.’ It drives him crazy. Or B) He’s super rough with you. Not that you mind, but he could be a bit more gentler with you. He dosn’t prep you as much as he would if you guys were together for a long time. He wouldn’t be much for Praise instead he’d be a bit more degrading. Aftercare would happen but it wouldn’t be as sweet. He might lay with you or take a nap or a bath with you but that’s about it.

This man is instantly respectful towards you. Especially if you’re a woman. If you’re a girl he’d see you as a delicate flower that needs to be taken care of and protected. But if you wrap your legs around his waist while he’s thrusting into you it’s like a switch that’s turned off. He’s instantly burying his face in the crook of your neck, he may or may not bite you. His thrusts will go deeper and harder, his grip on your wrists will tighten and he’ll pull you closer into him. He might even put you in a mating press. Either way, whether he’s feral or he’s gentle he’ll always praise how tight you are, or how pretty you sound.

He lives between your thighs….No one can change my mind. If this man could, he’d eat you out all day, every day. But sadly he can’t since he has his duties to attend. But don’t think that he won’t take a quick snack early in the morning or just before you go to bed. This man has no shame. He urges you to scream his name, to let all of his followers know who’s making you feel this good. He loves it when you pull his hair. The harder you pull his hair the more he’ll eat you out. He likes to see you on top of him from time to time. He loves looking up at you, especially if you’re struggling to take him fully. He wants you to ask for help, so he won’t move to help you out until you push your pride aside and ask him to take over.

I feel like he’s a bit more traditional since he was raised in a different era. Hell court you first before me makes any sexual gestures or tries to take you. When that does happen, you’ll find out that he has a lot , A LOT of energy. He’ll fuck you from dawn all the way to dusk if you let him. If he’s feeling a particular way he’ll put you in a mating press so you can’t squirm as much. He likes seeing you struggle at times when you’re overstimulated. He’ll tease you until you’re crying and begging him to just get on with it. He’s in the middle about making you scream for him. One part of him wants you to scream his name, and moan so everyone knows who’s making you feel goo. But the other part of him dosn’t want that. He feels that only he should be able to hear your moans. None of the others are worthy of hearing such a tune.

Bottom…..That’s all I have to say. The first time is his actual first time. He’s never even touched a woman sexually before. Sure he’s thought about it, but he’s clueless. You’d have to take the lead. He’s be a little bit stiff at first, he wants it he really does. But he dosn’t know where to put his hands. You’re gonna have to teach him how to make you feel good. But don’t worry he’s a quick learner. After a night or two your positions will switch and your thighs will be squeezing around his head. Gyutaro is another one who will eat you out all day, every day. The only thing that’s different from Doūma is that he actually has the time to do it. So if you agree to it, he’ll shove his face in between your thighs until the sun goes down. If you try and move away from him because of overstimulation he’ll only pull you back and hold your lower half slightly above the ground so you can wiggle free.

[nina-renmen]

Yandere Hybrid Team 141

I’ve been seeing posts like this and thought I would jump on the bandwagon. The idea of yandere hybrid 141 is not my idea but this specific scenario is.

Summary: Team 141 stumbles upon y/n. Thinking that she’s small and fragile they attempt to ‘take advantage’ of her only to figure out she’s a polar bear hybrid. (Polar bear hybrid was chosen because they actively hunt humans.)

Team 141 had relocated, their base stationed in colder weather. Soap didn’t mind, considering he was merged with a wolf. He quite liked the snow and throwing snowballs at his captain.

Price was not amused at all. Given the fact that he was a grizzly bear hybrid his instincts told him to get ready to hibernate. Thus, leaving the male annoyed most of the time. A few times he almost lunged at Gaz for flying around so much in his little ‘battle’ with soap.

Gaz, being a harpy was the most human like out of all the men. The only thing that changed about him was his arms, meaning that the male usually stayed bundled up which in turn was given odd looks by ghost from time to time. But now ghost, an undead being began to get used to seeing his fellow teammate underneath two layers of clothing

Gaz was the first one to stumble upon you During one of his rounds he looked up from above, his eyes catching sight of you in the cold, crisp water. White, round ears were on top of your head. You must’ve been a panda hybrid. You didn’t seem dangerous at all.

A wicked grin crossed Gaz’s face. Swooping down, the sharp claws grabbing you. But before he could get far with you, you bared your teeth at him. Sharp canines covered in blood from your latest kill were flashed. Your sharp claws slashed his face before dragging him down into the water. Immediately your form switching making Gaz’s eyes widen in horror. Such a sweet, helpless looking girl was actually a polar bear hybrid. Your pupils dilated, jaws snapping at him as the beast seemed to foam at the mouth, getting ready to rip his throat out.

Price was the first to arrive, hearing Gaz’s screams and yells.

While Gaz was under you he saw a flash of brown. The harpy sitting up, wincing in pain at his broken leg but his eyes leaving the mangled leg and up towards the fight that was happening. The roars of both the bears attracting the attention of the rest of the team. Gaz has never seen price almost loose a fight before. Polar bears were already larger than grizzled bears but because you were a female you have a good two feet over him. Your fur was more adapted to the arctic waters but Price’s wasn’t, his movements were a tad bit slower than yours due to the below freezing temperatures. Just as the rest of team 141 arrived you were gone.

After the ‘fight’ Price scolded Gaz. Grumbling about how he shouldn’t have assumed what kind of hybrid you were. But based off of your human descriptions he didn’t blame Gaz for trying to snatch you up.

Price only had minor injuries. A couple of gashes and bruises. It would leave some scars but nothing too serious. On the other hand Gaz’s leg was broken. The gash on his face had left a nasty scar. Ghost only mocked the younger male, telling him to suck it up and to not do dumb shit.

Soap had the second encounter with you. After a few months Gaz was able to walk again. But Soap was to accompany him as they did their rounds.

“That’s her.” Gaz whispered, crouching down making Soap follow suit. The wolf hybrid peeking around the corner to see you. He couldn’t believe that you were the one that did all that damage. Granite it was in self defense but you looked so fragile and soft.

When y/n turned around she had a fish in her mouth. Her eyes immediately catching onto Soaps who had been careless when admiring y/n from a distance. Y/n’s gaze wasn’t threatening like what Gaz had described. She seemed curious.

Soap took this as a green light to fully come out. Gaz whispers to not falling on deaf ears. When soap began to get too close a growl came from y/n as she took a step back making her drop her fish. She had to look up at him, which she didn’t like.

After a few moments Soap gained her trust, picking up the dropped fish and slowly inching close to her. Y/n opened her mouth, taking the fish from his hand. Nuzzling her black button nose against his hand, a purr coming out of her but she stopped. A whiff of Gaz’s scent on Soaps hand making y/n pull away. “No! No, no, no! I’m friendly.” Soap exclaimed, putting his hands up. He needed to avoid all conflict. The only person that was able to take you down was captain price, he doubted that Ghost could take you down in your monster form. Soap knew he’d need to calm you down. Polar bears actively hunt humans, meaning Gaz and himself were on your lunch menu. But y/n only turned around leaving once more.

Now price’s encounter with you went a little bit different. The man went out to have a smoke. “That shit stinks.” A feminine voice came from behind Price. Turning around he seen your form crouched down, a wolf torn open in front of you. It was the same size as Soap in his monster form. Its guts spilled out, coating the white snow in its blood.

“Didn’t know you could talk.” Price muttered, breathing in the smoke from the cigar. His eyes taking in your form. You were fragile looking, just as Gaz said. Your big doe eyes could have fooled him.

Y/n didn’t respond, instead opting to rip out more chunks from the wolf with her jaws. Tearing into the predator that turned into her prey. “Ya’ hurt one of my men.” Price said loud enough for y/n to hear.

“That lousy excuse of a bird?” Y/n said as she ripped into the wolf. “Tell him to keep thinking with his dick. Maybe next time I’ll tear his throat open.”

Price chuckled, leaning back on the tree as he watched you eat. You were fiesty. The longer he stared at you the more the gears in his head turned. You had wide hips, perfect for carrying his cups. You looked healthy, a few scars hear and there but each one told a story.

Pushing himself off the tree he stalked towards you. A growl ripping through y/n’s throat as she make eye contact with Price.

“I ain’t gon take your food sweetheart.” Price said as he crouched down in front of you and your kill.

“I said that shit stinks. Put it out.”

“And if I don’t.”

“I’ll eat you before you can turn.”

The two looked at each other for a while. “I’m stronger and faster than you darlin’.”

“Not if I drown you in that water you won’t be.” Y/n shot back. Ah, so she’s caught on to his weakness. Price was considerably weaker in colder water temperatures. Especially if the waters were deep.

Needless to say, Price put out the cigar.

[nina-renmen]

Yandere Pickle x Black Fem reader

Summary: Reader is a martial arts fighter and is interested in seeing Pickle up close. She dosn’t make herself seem as a threat but pickle sees her as a mate…his mate.

(Y/n is described as a taller than average female)

Tokigawa looked down nervously, he’d seen what had happened to that reporter on the news…that poor girl. Tokigawa shook his head. No, Y/n was one of his top ten fighters, she wouldn’t go down that easily.

Y/n’s form could be seen coming through the arena corridors, the soles of her shoes making a soft padding noise. “ Is this him?” Y/n’s soft voice rang out. Seeing the primitive man lying on his back sleeping peacefully made y/n think she had the wrong person. But no, no one had a distinct body type as him, Except for the hanmas and their demon backs.

Y/n’s soft voice filled Pickles ears. Opening his eyes y/n peered over to look at him. Her curious gaze matching his own before the man quickly sat up, turning his torso to look at her.

You were tall, taller than the other females he’d seen. More muscle adorned your body but it wasn’t nearly as much as his own muscle. As y/n placed her hands on her hips his eyes followed. Her hips were good, good enough to hold his child.

“ Careful y/n!” Tokigawa said nervously. “ Ah, don’t worry, worse case scenario I’ll get eaten.” Y/n said as if it weren’t a big deal.

Pickle tilted his head to the side as if studying her before picking up his arm and reaching out to her. His nails grazed her arm before she took a step back, creating some space between them. Pickle furrowed his eyebrows in frustration, did you not want him? He was strong, string enough to beat the ones that had already challenged him.

Y/n crouched down to his level, making eye contact with him. Were you challenging him? If so, why weren’t you threatening. Pickle took it as a challenge but as a challenge to prove he was worthy.

Quickly he stood up, stalking towards you. Y/n hasn’t made a move, only eyeing him in order to see what he’d do next. Before she could move back Pickle grabbed her arm and with a yelp she was pulled into his embrace. Warmth shrouded over her form maker her feel warmer than it already was. Pickle was like a heater, a never ending warmth producing from his core.

Pickle leaned down towards her putting his cheek against hers as he sat back down sitting Indian style. His chest rumbled in delight, his pure only growing when y/n growled in frustration. “ Let-Go!” Y/n struggled. Her face scrunched up in displeasure when he opens his mouth, licking the side of her face.

“ Eww!” Y/n whined bringing her hands up she grabbed Pickles hair, pulling his head back. This only made the primitive man purr even more if that were even possible, it felt as if you were sitting on a massage chair. He grinned at your hand tugging on his hair. You wanted him to show you his neck, you wanted to mark him!

But he should be the one to mark you first, after all you’re his aren’t you?

[nina-renmen]

Yandere Pickle x Black reader pt.2

Reader is described as a female as well as taller than the average woman. Mentions of reader having braids

Part 1. Part 3

Pickle growled at the small man, Tokugawa looked up at Pickle. An annoyed glint in his eye. “ Maybe he’s attracted to her.” Tokugawa reasoned. The doctor beside him only shook his head. “ He has to be more than just attracted to the young woman.” He started, “ He was attracted to that reporter, physical attraction…that’s all it was. But with y/n there seems to be something else, maybe emotional?”

Pickle growled even louder, the primitive man had gone to sleep. His arms circled around you as if you were a teddy bear. He’d only rested his eyes for a few minutes, maybe an hour? However long it was the man woke up to find you gone. Only faint traces of your scent clinging to his body.

But now that scent was gone, the only thing left was his memory of your face. It’s been two days since he’d last seen you. The only other person visiting him was that strange man with the braid that challenged him.

Pickle grew anxious, did you leave him? Where were you?! Pickle opened his mouth letting out a loud roar as he yelled in frustration. “ Is he throwing a…Tantrum?” Tokugawa deadpanned. “ Yes…yes I believe so. It seems y/n’s absence is stressful on him.”

Tokugawa sighed fishing his phone from his pocket, “ I’ll give her a call.”

Y/n groaned as her alarm rang, her scalp felt tight to the point where it was almost uncomfortable. Ignoring the feeling y/n turned around and turned off the alarm on her phone. She didn’t have to work today at the dojo since it was Saturday. Y/n smiled to herself as she unplugged her phone before turning back around and nestling further into her blanket.

Just as y/n finally got comfortable her phone rang. ‘Tokugawa? What does he want?’ Y/n mentally groaned as she answered the call. The more the conversation went on the more y/n realized that she would not be spending her Saturday sleeping all day.

“ This better be good, I haven’t gotten a decent amount of sleep all week.” Y/n groaned as she walked through the same entrance as she did two days ago. Pickles yells could be heard but once your voice reached his ears he stopped, his yells silencing. Turning around he met your unamused figure. Y/n crossed her arms and shifted her weight onto one leg, she was very, very unamused.

“ Really?” She asked looking up at him. Pickles eyes widened. His golden orbs sparkling with life as he looked down at her. But when y/n hadn’t shown her teeth back he frowned. Bending down, the primitive man was now on his knees so he could get a better look at you. Tilting his head to the side, confusion ran through him. Were you upset? Why? You did look tired.

Pickle looked up and noticed your hair. A new smell coming from it. Small accessories implanted inside making his face noticeably show curiosity. Lifting up his hand, he reached out to grab one of your many braids. But the harsh contact against his skin made him feel his hand back. A whine erupting from him.

“ No! You’ve been a very bad boy.” Y/n scolded, placing a hand on her hip. “ Why did I get a call from Tokugawa saying you were throwing a Tantrum? That is not acceptable behavior!” Y/n reprimanded the much larger man.

Pickle only let out a whine in response, his face morphing into a frown. Once y/n was finished she took one more look at him. Did she feel bad? No, she could be sleeping right now. But did she think his puppy eyes were absolutely adorable? Yes, yes she did.

Y/n raised a hand, her hand coming down lightly onto of Pickles head. “ All I’m saying is that you can’t act like that.” She said softly, her hands raking through his hair. The sad expression seemed to disappear immediately as Pickle tilted his head to the side like a cat, leaning into her touch. His chest rumbled, a purr emitting from him.

“ Hey!” Y/n called out, tilting her head up to the top of the stadium. Tokugawa and the doctor sat there amazed by how calm Pickle was. “ Why is he…like this anyway? I thought he was aggressive?”

The two men didn’t have a concrete answer. They could only make out guesses as to why Pickle was like this. Only pickle knew why he truely craved for your attention, your touch and your scent. But it was a shame he would never tell anyone.

[nina-renmen]

Sorry for spam liking your fics yesterday I'm new here and rlly love your fics 😭!!

Could you do a hc's on how pickle would react to the reader dancing to beautiful liars by Beyonce ft. Shakira?

Also hope you're taking care of yourself 🙏🏾💕

No worries Anon! And thank you, I have been taking care of myself 💕💕

Pickle X Reader Dancing to beautiful liars

Pickle was in his arena like always, he either sat, slept or killed something that was brought to him. But curiosity spiked within him, the sound of something unusual and the sound of footsteps. But no one was coming.

So with a small grunt, Pickle lazily stood up and walked over to the small noise. You were oblivious, your headphones leaked a lot of music but you never thought it would be enough to attract someone.

Y/n swayed their hips, softly singing the lyrics. Their voice was pretty, it was pretty like a hummingbird, and they seemed fragile. It was as if they would break with a touch. With a small twirl y/n was startled by the giant primitive man. They shreiked. Without thinking they reeled their/his/her fist back and punched his face. Pickles nose bled as he stepped back, putting his hand underneath his nose and touching the blood.

Y/n still hadn’t realized who he was. They/he/she only seen him on the news once and forgot his face right after that. So with quick motions y/n pulled out a handkerchief and put it under his nose wiping the blood.

“I-I’m sorry! My headphones were so loud I didn’t even hear you.” Y/n fretted as Pickle looked down at her. They/he/she was taking care of him. Pickles eyes sparkled as y/n continued wiping off the blood until he stopped bleeding. “I’m sorry.” They/he/she apologized once more, They/he/she took a step back to retrieve their phone but he picked up their headphones first.

Pickle gave a curious look at the headphones. It was some type of cord that plugged into a small box. Y/n gasped when he stood up straight making her stand up straight as well so it wouldn’t look like she were cowering in fear. But because of that the music ‘Beautiful Liars’ blasted through her phone. Echoing throughout the stone hallway they were in.

Pickle looked down at the phone at the same time y/n did. The two reached down quickly to grab it before the other but unfortunately Pickle had grabbed it.

“Give it back!” Y/n exclaimed reaching up for the phone that Pickle had took. It was weird to him, people were in this small box. But where were they? Pickle shook the phone making it accidentally slip out of his fingers. With quick reflexes y/n grabbed it and stepped back, turning off their phone. But a notification popped up.

‘Pickle, the primitive man has killed an endangered tiger.’ It read, showing a picture of Pickle.

Y/n’s eyes widened seeing the picture of pickle and looking back up at the primitive man. It was the same person. Pickle tilted his head to the side, picking up the headphones that lied on the floor. He opened his mouth to eat it.

“N-No! B-Bad boy! That’s a very bad boy!” Y/n exclaimed. Pickle stopped opening his mouth, a whine erupted from him giving Y/n enough time to pull their headphones out from his hands.

“This is not food!” Y/n continued to scold until they/he/she yelped. Pickle had picked them up, throwing them over his shoulder and began walking back to the arena. “L-let me down!” Y/n exclaimed. Sure, they were a fighter but there’s no way in hell they’d try and engage in a battle with pickle.

Pickle sat down, pulling her to his lap. Y/n Sat frozen, what were they to do? Should she/he/ they stay? Should they try and run? As y/n was analyzing the situation in their head, Pickle tapped their phone. His nail making a ‘tap, tap’ noise against their phone screen.

Y/n sat there confused but turned on the phone. Pickle only grumbled, tapping the phone again. ‘Does he want the music?’ Y/n thought as they punched in their passcode and began to play the song. Pickle brought his hand away from theirscreen. And only snaked his hands around Y/n’s waist, pulling them closer to him.

Y/n would never realize this but now, whenever Pickle hears the song Beautiful Liars’ He thinks of Y/n.

[nina-renmen]

This is like my first time ever making an "ask" to someone and I'm not even sure if you're taking requests for oneshots and stuff like that at the moment so feel free to ignore this if you arent!!

If you are however, could I ask for a Pickle (Baki) x reader where reader has kind of developed their own style of fighting by emulating the form of Godzilla (any era/version) and Pickle actually gets taken aback?

I don't mind if the reader is written as black or any gender at all nor how it ends, so you can have as much creative freedom with this as you like!

Thank you for considering!

This idea is really interesting! It’d be hard to pass up writing this! I’m not very well versed in Godzilla so if I get anything wrong please correct me!

The air was crisp and cold, the moonlight barely peeking out from the clouds. Y/n groaned, winding her shoulder before hearing a familiar pop. With a sigh of satisfaction coming from her as she continued to walk down the poorly lit streets.

A huffing sound could be heard as she exited the alley way and came out into the open area. An arena across from her held a large hold was in front of her. ‘Isn’t that where pickle was held?’ Y/n thought. Her [eye color] eyes focusing on the damage. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she sensed a presence behind her.

She could not only see her breath but because of the cold air she could see another’s too. Y/n swiftly turned around, eyes widening at the sight of the primitive man’s arms reaching out to grab her. Creating some distance between them, y/n set the grocery bag on the dewy grass. Immediately taking a stance, one that pickle seemed to recognize.

His grin widened, flashing a sharp pair of canines. Unbeknownst to you the prehistoric man was following you, ever since you showed up at that arena to see his fight with Jack. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your voice, the way your eyes lit up just like his when blood was spilt. Not only were you mate worthy but you were strong at that.

But what pickle failed to realize is just how strong you were. Usually the primitive man would know just by looking at someone. But you were so small compared to him. Granite, everyone was.

Without thinking Pickle took quick steps towards you, not realizing that the way his claws were out or the way he flashed his sharp teeth at you was threatening. Immediately y/n pulled her leg back, sinking deeper into her position. Showing off the entirety of it. His eyes widened, stopping in his tracks. The form was so familiar but he couldn’t remember it.

A small growl came from the depths of pickle. His chest rumbling as his eyes narrowed, taking a step back. Where had he seen this stance from?! His mind screamed danger at him, told him to get away. But he wanted you. He needed to have you. He was this close to taking you all for himself, he couldn’t loose now. Who knows when the next opportunity would arise?

Ignoring his consciousness he proceeded anyway only to have a sharp pain go through his body. He didn’t know what had happened until his body went through a concrete building.

He stared up at the ceiling above him, eyes wide. Slowly he sat up, a brick or two falling. Indicating that the building was going to crumble any minute. Pickle stood up, his eyes darting around to find you through all the dust and debri.

Pickle let out a growl when he couldn’t find you, his eyes narrowed as he walked through the debri. He just had you! How could he have let you get away? He would have never expected someone like you to have hit that hard. And your stance…..he hadn’t seen that stance since he was a child.

His ears picked up the sound of rustling. Turning around he almost missed the flash of [hair color] hair fleeing around the corner. Pickle ran after you. Or tried to. A sharp prick stung his neck. And…..he begun to feel drowsy.

Pulling the needle out of him he looked down at it. They were sedating him. An unknown man up on the rooftop, a gun that was loaded with the needles in his hand that was pointed at Pickle. The last thing the primitive man could see was your form walking back up to him. Your warm hands holding his head up as he fell, making sure his skull didn’t crash against the concrete.

He’d just have to try harder next time.

[nina-renmen]

Hi!! I heard that you do Male reader…And I was wondering if you could do a black male reader with Gojo? Like the reader looks frail but when he takes his shirt off because it’s too hot he’s actually really fit/muscular?

Gojo X Male Reader Minors DNI

Warnings: Gojo is a warning as it is, Male reader, A little bit of nasty thoughts on Gojo’s end, And a tad bit of masterbation.

It was SO hot. The blazing heat seemed to eat away at Y/n. Sweat trickled down his skin as he unbuttoned his uniform top. He wore a black undershirt underneath which didn’t help.

“Y/n!” Y/n could hear Gojo’s voice call out to him from inside. His voice was muffled but he could still make it out. Y/n didn’t have time for his antics, even if Gojo was his boyfriend he’s only make it even more hot.

“Y/n, did you not hear me?” Gojo was right behind him, sitting next to Y/n. He looked so frail and small, it made Gojo want to pull him into his lap. “I did…But you’re here now aren’t you?” Y/n asked.

“You’re sweating…Are you really that hot?” Gojo asked, leaning back on the stairs. “Gojo, it’s 98 degrees out. The schools A/C is broken and the only breeze is gone.” Y/n whined. He leaned up, finally taking his jacket off, before pulling off his undershirt.

Gojo’s eyes widened underneath his mask. His eyes trailing up your chest and arms. For some reason, even though he hadn’t felt hot earlier, his lower half felt as if it were on fire. His pants tightening making him lean forward and put his elbows on his knees to subtly hide the boner.

Y/n leaned back, “That’s much better.” He sighed in relief, unknowing to the thoughts that swirled in Gojo’s head. He expected you to look frail. But your uniform seemed to hide your build well. He wondered what it would look like if you were pinned down under him. Your arms flexing as you tried to escape from his grasp.

“Gojo? Are you okay?” Y/n asked him making the man nod quickly. “Y-Yes! Why would I be?” Gojo said breathlessly before standing up, turning away from you so you wouldn’t catch sight of his boner. “I just remembered I have to go shopping! Yeah, I-I have to go shopping.” Satoru said rather quickly, leaving.

Y/n only shrugged his shoulders, not knowing that Gojo had secretly snapped a picture. His member in his hand as he bucked his hips up into his hand. His eyes tracing your figure on his screen. He’d never be able to live it down if you found out.

[nina-renmen]

So um.... hi!

I was wondering if I could request some hurt/comfort with Miguel o'hara?

Maybe he gets hit with a spell from a sorcerer anomaly and he collapses? Or maybe he's struggling on a mission and is bleeding out and just can't keep his eyes open? It doesn't really matter which one you choose, but I really would like a happy ending, if that's ok!

Thank you so much for your time, have a wonderful day/night!

Ps. You can call me Slinky anon!

Of course Slinky Anon! Thank you for requesting! I hope I wrote this like how you imagined.

Warnings: angst but ends in fluff, mentions of blood/bleeding out, Fem reader, reader has to cut herself. I used a translator so I apologize if my Spanish is completely off.

Summary: Miguel always hid his feelings from you. That is until he’s knocking on deaths door and the chance arises.

Miguel waited impatiently, as y/n followed him. It was raining and even though Miguel’s suit protected him from the rain, Y/n’s suit wasn’t as durable.

Miguel hopped up on the building, Y/n following him with ease, but unfortunately she wasn’t as fast as he had liked. “Y/n, would you just hurry up-“

A whizzing sound could be heard, y/n’s spidey senses tingled and she dodged what looked like green smoke. Unfortunately, Miguel wasn’t as lucky. The green smoke turned out to be acid, practically tearing a hole in him. Y/n and Miguel seemed frozen in place as Miguel touched his stomach. Blood…Why was there so much damn blood?

Miguel felt dizzy, collapsing already. He was loosing blood as the acid ate away at his flesh. Y/n Looked over at the anomaly and quickly used her webs, pulling it over to her and reeling her fist back. The anomaly wasn’t strong at all, in fact it was a sorcerer. It’s downfall was it relying on long distance combat, never once thinking that someone would be able to get their hands on it.

As Y/n struggled holding it down, Miguel kept attempting to stop the bleeding. But putting pressure on it only seemed to singe his hand. Maybe this was supposed to happen…Was he really going to die like this?

A bone crushing noise erupted throughout the muggy air. The sorcerer Anomaly laid limp on the ground, its head slightly split open from Y/n’s abuse. Standing up with Bloody knuckles y/n sprinted over to Miguel, sliding over to him and gently pulling his hands away to look at the damage.

She winced slightly hearing his skin make a slight cream sound as she pulled his hands away. It already ate through the first three layers. Even if y/n brought him back he wasn’t going to make it in time. The only thing she could do is what Miguel forbid her from doing.

“No y/n…Don’t do it.” Miguel whispered as his mask slowly came off. Y/n pulled out a knife, ever since she was bit by that radioactive spider her blood could reverse anything that was internal.

“What else do you expect me to do?” Y/n asked taking off her mask. “I won’t let you die-“

Miguel grabbed y/n’s wrist, stopping her from cutting herself. “I can’t have you dying from blood loss-“

“And if I don’t do this you’ll die.” Y/n shook off his hand. Miguel was too weak to struggle back. The acid would reach his stomach soon, and if that happened there would be nothing she could do. He’s burn alive from the inside, and she’d have to do a mercy kill.

Lifting up her hand, Y/n made a deep cut as the red, crimson liquid seeped out of the back of her hand. Her blood mixing with his. Now she has to wait, and hope that their blood would be compatible. Miguel’s vision seemed to go in and out. “Hey…Hey! Don’t go to sleep Miguel!” Y/n exclaimed, lightly tapping his face to get him to wake back up.

A few seconds later Miguel’s burnt flesh seemed to be building back up again makings Y/n sigh in relief. Using her watch, she presses a few buttons before they were back in HQ.

“What the hell happened?!” Peter exclaimed, seeing Y/n, and Miguel. “We ran into a Sorcerer Anomaly, they had some sort of acid…He’s healing up but he’s lost a lot of blood.”

Peter nodded, his face full of panic. “O-Okay. Um W-we need [blood type] blood bags! Clean towels A-and an IV. I need everybody to get those things and bring it to the infirmary.” He exclaimed, giving everyone a job before turning to Miguel and picking him up, throwing the large man over his shoulder.

“Thank you y/n….For saving his life.”

Miguel groggily woke up. The bright light irritated his eyes. Miguel slowly sat up, his abdomen felt sore. But other than that he was fine.

“Good…You’re up.” Y/n spoke up from the chair in the corner of the room. Her hand was stitched up and bandaged.

“You-You did exactly what I told you not to do!” Miguel exclaimed, his expression Angry.

“Whoa, Whoah, Whoah! I saved your ass, and this is the thanks I get?!” Y/n stood up, matching his tone. She felt hurt, did he still think that she was incapable?

“That’s not the point! You could have bled out! You could have died!” He yelled back, now standing up.

“And why do you care huh?! I’m just some annoying girl that you brought here to fight!!-“

“I care because I love you!” Miguel heaved.

The room had gone silent. Y/n’s eyes widening as Miguel ran a hand through his hair and sat back on the bed. “I love you alright? That’s why I don’t let you go on missions by yourself…I’m scared you’ll die.” He said softly.

“Miguel I-“

“No…I already know that you don’t return my feelings…If you want to leave then you can. I won’t make you stay here…” Miguel trailed off as Y/n sat next to him, Cupping his face making the larger male look at her.

“I love you too.” Y/n said warmly. “I guess I just hide it well.”

Miguel looked at her, searching for any lies, any deception. But he found none. “But if I’m being honest—Hmph-“

Miguel cut her off, pressing his lips against hers. Practically stealing her breath away. “Promise me…” Miguel Mumbled against her lips before fully pulling away. “Promise me you won’t put yourself in harms way like that again.” He said, in an almost pleasing tone. “Promise me Mi cariño.”

Y/n pressed her forehead against his. “I promise.”

[nina-renmen]

Blog Rules

• First off, I’m new to Tumblr but I’m active on other fanfiction platforms (Such as Quotev, wattpad, ect…not so much on wattpad actually.)

• Secondly I only have two rules.

• Please don’t use slurs or any offensive language towards any type of group

• And secondly do not interact with my 18+ post if you aren’t 18 or older. ( Keep an age in your bio).

• My fanfics will be black reader unless I get a request, if I do get one then I won’t incorporate any kind of race into y/n unless asked. Male, female or Gn y/n is fine.

• Requests are open

• Here’s some of the fandoms I write for

-Marvel (Spiderverse)

-Jjba

-Baki

-Castlevania

-Naruto

-JJK ( Jujutsu kaisen)

-MHA

-Naruto

-Kny ( Demon slayer)

• I won’t write anything 18+ for underaged characters

•The things that I’m fine with writing about are

-Kinks ( With reason)

-Smut

-NSFW or sfw headcannons

-A short series

-Yandere ( This is mainly a Yandere account anyway)

-Pregnancy

-LGBTQ ( I’m not too good at doing male reader but if you would want it I could try)

-Folklore creatures ( Basically fantasy creatures but I want to sound smart so….)

-Somniphilia ( I hope I spelled that right)

• What I won’t do

-Dubcon

-Noncon

-Physical abuse

-Murder

-Kinks that are similar or are scat, pee, blood, anything public (anything harmful in general)

-Incest ( A big no-no for me)

Request status: Request are open

Other Platforms:

Wattpad: Nina-Renmen

Quotev: SimpQueen

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• Prompts and scenarios