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FANFICTION FILES PART 3: PUSS IN BOOTS

Heyy guys back at it again. If you dont know ab my fanfiction files series please go to part 1 for context. I’m honestly horrified looking back at this one Tw: kn1feplay, violence, k1dnapping.

*I close the file*

God, that was a long one. I don’t even know how to feel about it anymore. Let’s just start the next one, I really Hope it's not something smutty this time.

FILE A9987, FAVORITE FEARLESS HERO:

After Team friendship’s adventure with the wishing star, Puss and Kitty got married in Far Far Away.

In a bar, y/n and her she-cat gang drank the night away when a certain, alone, orange cat stepped their way.

“Hola, is that a bouquet of the most beautiful roses I’ve seen? Because every one of you gatas are flawless. me-wow.”

Y/n and her she-cats giggled and flushed with bashfulness.

“And you, hero of San Ricardo and many more, are a flawless flatterer.” y/n hummed, cheesing.

“I see the muscles from a while ago are coming back, Puss~” Sheba, your closest friend of the she-cats, gushed.

The other she-cats started surrounding him and complimenting him, bringing the humbled cat’s ego back up to before his battle with Death.

“And your face is so handsome, Puss!” Another She-cat cooed.

Puss rambles, flustered.

Sheba went around him and caressed his face with her plumed, gray tail, “Oh yes, and that face gets stronger with age, Puss~”

“Why don’t you sit with us, Puss?” Y/n finally said a little louder than her ladies. This might be a chance to get him to bounty collectors.

“Why of course, chulas!” Puss gloated, extremely happy that he still got it.

A while passed in the bar of puss and the cats flirting with each other and drinking leche. Y/n finally said, “Ladies, let's calm down a little. Puss, Aren’t you married?’

“To Kitty? Yea we are, but she’s cool, querida.” Puss replied.

“Wonderful” Y/n said, putting her tail on his thigh.

Suddenly a loud screech was heard by a certain, angry wife; and y/n and the she-cats ran for their lives.

“PUSS. IN. BOOTS.”

Puss flinched at the sound of his full name.

It was Kitty.

A few weeks later y/n went to a cat’s club and noticed the seemingly much happier, legendary couple drinking leche the whole night with a group of their fans at a constant pace. y/n was with her she-cat friends when they saw Kitty walk towards them, expression much different than when she was with her husband.

Y/n’s heart dropped.

“Hola chicas, do you know where the nearest boxing ring is? I’d like to pummel the 8 lives back into my husband just to beat them out again.” Kitty says jokingly.

“Don’t involve random cats into this, Mi Vida!” Puss begged and shouted from afar.

y/n purrs in amusement then speaks, “Kitty Softpaws, is it? We’ve heard all about you and Puss and your brave adventures. What happened, queen?”

Your friends whispered among themselves, we respected the brave heroes, even their weird little dog. But we were bounty hunters, and we needed to get closer to the grand prize.

“This estupido was out flirting and chismeando with other cats!” She growled, “I’m just noticing you and your friends look awfully similar to the harlots that were with him!”

“And what about it, skank?” Sheba hissed at Kitty, defending you and the rest of the gang.

“Skank!? You’re the clapped whore!” Kitty recoiled.

“Enough!” Y/N yelled as she pounced on Kitty and pinned her down.

“Ladies! Querida! Please d0n’t fight!” Puss pleaded helplessly.

Kitty stabbed y/n’s paw with her dagger

y/n growled in pain but kept kitty pinned.

“Lets just take her, girls! Puss isn’t worth it.” Y/n called to her gang as they tied kitty up and took her.

“Kitty! NOOOO!” Puss cried as he chased y/n and her gang.

Y/n’s gang ran to a wagon and rode off with the now helpless Kitty Softpaws.

Y/n called out to her gang, “I’ll stay behind and fight el gato!”

Puss glared at her as he ran to the rooftops and chased after the wagon.

Y/n kept pace with him and yelled out, “Don’t act like you didn’t like me, Puss!” and blew a kiss at him.

Puss was focused only on the wagon. He cared for nothing more than to save Kitty.

Suddenly y/n felt something bite her leg.

A dog!?

A fucking Dog!?

Y/n tripped and fell hard.

Everything went black.

y/n opened her eyes all groggy to being tied up in a chair with only Puss and Kitty in a bleak, moist room.

“Fuck you, Y/n” Puss hissed as kitty stared with a cold, empty gaze.

“What are you going to do to me?” said y/n

“SHUT UP WHORE.” Kitty screeched.

“You’re just mad that me and your husband FUCKED!” y/n yelled

Puss tried rambling excuses, it was a lie but kitty would never believe him.

Kitty, in a blind rage, stabs y/n multiple times. She holds up y/n’s bloody face and suddenly starts making out with her.

Y/n could only softly moan as she was tied down and in lots of pain because she was stabbed.

“Kitty…..” Puss looked confused.

“This is my revenge, carino, She is very hot,” Kitty whispered back.

Kitty straddles y/n and runs the knife down her face.

“Oh, Y/n, things are about to get very naughty.”

Y/n screams in horror, what will happen?

*I close the file* I can’t do this anymore, this fanfiction is about fucking cats. I think we entered a furry era again. I will not write about the rest of what I read. I will read this and spare you guys. On to the next one!! Let's hope it’s not anything else about animals!

#ktober #nsft fanfic #puss in boots the last wish #pibtlw #fanfiction #oddities

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nice2michuu · 7 months

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My fics!!

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nice2michuu · 7 months

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Wasn't me: Leon Kennedy x Chris Redfield (Resident Evil)

I listened to the new Mitski album while writing this. This whole fic is based off an inside joke my friend made, but I honestly really like how it turned out. I hope you guys enjoy!!! Meme at the end!

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TWs: Alcohol, pew pews, language, mild nsft mentioned

Leon Kennedy and Chris Redfield are running away from a hoard of zombies, the whole situation takes an odd and emotional turn...

The two men run through the abandoned facility, their panicked footsteps thundering down the withering hallways. Zombies screech and tumble after them, desperately clawing over each other for the taste of human.

"Shit! I'm running out of ammo!" Chris Redfield yells out to Leon, turning back to shoot at the mob of zombies behind them.

"There should be more in a room somewhere. I could have sworn i left a box in the room on the left a few halls down." Leon yelled back in response.

"Now why. The FUCK," Chris slammed into the wall and brought a large shelf down to delay the infected hoard behind them, making a loud crash before he continues his sentence, "WOULD YOU DO THAT!?!?!?!?"

"I'm...I'm drunk off my mind, man..." Leon huffed while catching his breath, "I wish I never agreed to do this.." Chris could smell the alcohol coming from Leon's breath.

Chris looks at Leon with a disgusted and horrified expression after realizing he has a new liability to take care of (Leon). He catches his breath for a moment, his hand on his knees. "Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME!?"

"You KNEW THIS when you dragged me out here, CHRISTOPHER!" Leon retorted, taking out a flask from the inner pocket of his jacket and taking a swig.

Chris immediately slaps the flask out of Leon's hand, "Get over yourself, Kennedy!" Chris begins to walk down the hall again, looking for the room Leon mentioned he stupidly left his ammo in. The ammo the two so desperately need at the moment, because the zombies are starting to break through the shelf separating them from the two agents.

"Who pissed in your cereal?" Leon mumbled while picking up his flask from the ground and drinking the last of the alcohol inside. He is visibly getting more intoxicated while walking ahead of Chris, finding the room with the dropped ammo first.

Chris grabs the ammo quickly and walks out of the room, looking at Leon who waited outside the doorway of the room. He looks at the drunk agent with disgust and starts to say something witty before being interrupted.

"Your fly is down..." Leon hiccups and rubs his eyes. Chris stops in his tracks, dropping his expression and looking down at his pants.

His fly is down. Chris's baby blue rubber ducky boxers are peeking through the fly. Redfield zips up his fly awkwardly and looks at Leon with pursed lips, "Oh, okay..thanks."

Leon smirks, his gaze landing at Chris's crotch, "Were those rubber duckies?"

Chris groans with exasperation of his intoxicated friend and glares at Leon, "Stop staring, you gay fuck."

Leon's eyes widen and he makes an offended expression, "You drag me out of my well deserved vacation, make me fight these fucking zombies again, and expect me not to be pissy about it?"

Chris has had about enough and points a finger at the sassy blonde, "You're too drunk to think properly but sober enough to be a smartass? Get your shit together before I make you zombie-bait, Leon. For fucks sake."

Leon stops talking, looking at Chris's finger, then into his eyes. The pause elicits a moment of tension between the two, whether it was animosity or romance is debatable. The drinking agent only stares, his crystalline eyes darting around the facial features of his sober companion. Leon starts slowly raising his pistol, moving closer to Chris.

"L-Leon, what the hell are you doing..?" Chris breaks the tense silence with a softer voice, eyeing Leon's gun. He backs up with growing cautiousness and a dawning feeling of doom and betrayal: but there are only so many steps Chris could take back before he walks right into the shelf and hoard of zombies behind them.

Leon doesn't speak, he only moves closer and gazes at his companion with narrowed and blurred eyes.

Before Redfield could question Leon again, he finds himself in the embrace of the drunk and depressed agent. Chris feels Kennedy's calloused hand rest on the back of his head. Leon's stubble lightly abrades his partner's shoulder. The two feel each other's heartbeat; one pounds with confusion and fear, the other is calm and steady.

Leon shoots his pistol past Chris, shooting some zombies that manages to pass through the blocked hall. Chris tries to look behind him in disbelief, relieved that his fears of betrayal were not true; but instead Redfield is caught completely off guard.

Leon moves Chris's head so that the two men are face-to-face, his eyes are filled with the determination and life they had when Leon first started out. Chris notices the revived spark in Leon's eyes, even if it was only for a moment. An odd feeling of nostalgia and grief washed over him, seeing the Kennedy he knew when they were rookies.

Leon ends the lacuna of soundlessness with a soft murmur, his words barely heard over the cracking bangs of his pistol shooting the infected creatures--that were once man--behind his partner.

"Wasn't me.."

Chris's eyes flutter closed with repose and acceptance as Leon's lips meet his.

#chreon #resident evil vendetta #leon kennedy #chris redfield #fanfic #chris x leon

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nice2michuu · 8 months

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The meet-cute: Tiana x Nanami

Heyyy guys so this is the Tanami fic LMFAOOO. Uhhh this fic was written for a close friend that loves jjk. Gab on top fr!!! I don't know much about jjk but I will try my best!! I hope you guys like it!!

Tiana spent most, if not all, of her days working at Duke's Cafe. It was all to achieve her and her dad's dream, to buy that old sugar mill and make a restaurant. Tiana was well known across the city for her 'man catching' beignets, as Charlotte puts it. So well known, in fact, that she even started getting customers from outside New Orleans.

That includes Nanami, who adores sweets. He heard about a specific little cafe that sells amazing beignets, from a coworker who went on vacation.

What even is a beignet? New Orleans sounds like a nice trip, though.... Nanami thought to himself.

Unfortunately for Nanami, he unknowingly made the trip during Mardi Gras.

The bustling streets, bright colors, cars and floats and train cars passing through large crowds of partying people in the humid southern city was definitely not what Kento Nanami was prepared for.

Tiana is working hard on a Mardi Gras noon in Duke’s Cafe. She’s mainly focused on her work and juggling her tables’ orders when she notices a tall blonde man walk in and take off his glasses, waiting to be sat.

“Just sit anywhere and I’ll be right there with you, sir!” Tiana calls out as she carries a mountain of plates on her.

Suddenly Charlotte squeals and bursts into the soft atmosphere with sparkling excitement, clutching a newspaper and bouncing into a booth. Mr. LaBouff cheerily greets Tiana and sits down across from his estatic daughter.

"Tia! Tia! You'll never believe it!-" Charlotte starts with her excited rambling. Tiana listens as she walks toward the table Nanami is sitting at, serving him some coffee.

Nanami looks at his cup of coffee and the beautiful woman who served him, flowing through her work unbothered by the noise around her. She didn’t actually take his order, but he was going to ask for coffee anyway. Additionally, Nanami saw that the (mostly) graceful waitress was already working hard and decided not to make a problem of it.

Eventually Tiana did get to Nanami's table to take his order. Nanami didn't mind the wait, enjoying the atmosphere of the homey and friendly cafe.

"I'm so sorry sir, did you want to order anything?" Tiana hugged her notepad close to her apron, worried and intimidated by the stoic man.

Nanami notices Tiana's nervousness and puts on a soft smile to ease her stress, "I'll have an order of beignets, I heard they're very famous."

The pretty brown-skinned waitress smiled back at Nanami, causing him to blush just a little.

"They sure are. I'll make sure to get them to you right quick, sir!" Tiana's worries of a rude customer washed away.

My god this man is fiiine... Tiana thought to herself while striding away to tend to her other customers, a smirk coming across her face once she was out of Nanami's sight. This customer had a chiseled face and a stoic expression, making him look like a hot actor Tiana can't exactly put a name on. Nanami’s suit and sophisticated, tiny glasses made him look very elegant compared to the other customers in casual clothes; with the exception of Miss pink over there… (Charlotte)

Nanami's eyes follow Tiana as she talks to Charlotte, admiring the working girl. Tiana laughs for a moment after trading a few quick jokes with her, then goes off to serve other tables. Once the pretty waitress is done with that, Nanami sees Tiana walk over to the bakery section of the counter.

Tiana is in a flow now, taking out the warm, fluffy beignets that were in a warmer out onto the counter. Then she gets her two final ingredients. She swoops the honey onto the beignets as if she was waving a magic wand, then spins the whole tray and dances a little while topping the beignets with powdered sugar. Boom. Done. Tiana smirks while looking at her creation that smells so good.

Nanami watched all of this from his table, seeing how other customers are also looking at the beignets with anticipation.

She is really beautiful…. Nanami throught to himself as he tried to peel his eyes away from her in vain. A few of her tight black curls have fallen out of her messy ponytail, the collar of her dress was uneven and disheveled, and her dark brown skin glistened with a light sweat she was putting up; nonetheless, it’s undeniable how beautiful Tiana is. Nanami hides his expression—he hides it well—and looks at his newspaper to distract himself, but before he knew it, he was served his beignets! Unfortunately, Tiana was busy and a bus boy helped her out, so Nanami couldn’t speak to her again.

Nanami smiles with contentment as he takes a sip of his coffee before trying the beignets for the first time. He overheard the pink, princess-like lady growl about how the beignets were ‘man catching’, and he snickers a little.

If they do draw men in…I’m in for a long ride.. Nanami thinks to himself as he takes the first bite. His stoicness prevents him from making any real reaction, but in his head he is dancing, singing Wonder Girls, moaning, and in utter bliss over the amazing and fluffy taste of the beignets. Before he knows it one of the beignets were already eaten by him.

Fuck…I’m in love.. Nanami sighs and looks at Tiana, the woman who made these beignets. He even starts to drool a little before shaking his head to catch his composure.

After Tiana's shift Nanami decides to be bold and approach her. Tiana takes off her work apron and rubs her temples as she sees the blond hunk that she served start to approach her, getting a little anxious and giddy at the same time.

Oh my god he's tall, what does he want? Is he mad? Is he happy? Oh my god he's actually approaching me...hey sexy, my god.. Tiana's mind raced and geeked, like any girl would.

"..May I help you with something, sir?" Tiana asked while taking in the sight of the tall man.

Nanami builds up his confidence in his head and takes off his glasses, looking Tiana in the eye. "Excuse me, miss, but are you single?"

Tiana's lips curl into a smile, her dark complexion develops a pink blush across her face, and she tucks in a loose curl behind her ear. She looks up at Nanami before she answers his question.

#tianami #tiana x nanami #jjk nanami #fanfic #princess and the frog #princess tiana #love at first bite

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nice2michuu · 8 months

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MY DRAFTS ARE INSANE DUDE

anyway im gonna make a quick Tiana x Nanami (jjk) fanfic so stay tuned!! LMFAOO this is a very impulsive work. I also never watched jjk once in my life ever but im pretty sure people will enjoy this. I'LL UPDATE LATER I PROMISEEEE

#jjk #jjk nanami #tiana x nanami #princess tiana #princess and the frog #jujutsu kaisen #fluff #fanfic #new writers on tumblr

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nice2michuu · 8 months

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Jake Sully x Reader

This is the second story of the fan fiction files, a google document i made during my Freshman/Sophomore year on my school computer that i think should be immortalized on the internet before I graduate.

{*I close the file*

*I sigh, tired of this punishment satan gave me*

And so we are done with FILE A9985. It's been hundreds of years of just reading for me; and for the first time in centuries, I am so close to reaching the next aisle. Aisle B. I don’t know why I feel a sense of hope that this will end, even after the English alphabet is done, with 10,000 stories per aisle, it just moves on to a different alphabet in a different language, even ancient ones. That is all I was told, I don’t know what will happen eons later once I finish the last Alphabet.}

FILE A9986, JAKE SULLY/READER:

As a Navi commoner, the Toruk Makto never noticed y/n. Jake Sully was in love with Neytiri, he would never even look in the direction of y/n. At least that's what y/n thought until the fight.

She peeked into his tent and saw a painting.

The beautiful Navi was laying down on his back. He was rubbing his temples, stressed about his series of arguments with the wife. His legs positioned like he was posing for a picture, loincloth just barely covering his-

y/n shook her head out of the gutter, he's upset and all she can see is a meal.

SNAP!

y/n’s eyes widened with terror and panic. She whipped her head around to see what caused the loud noise. Her head shaking caused a loose branch to fall and break

“Shit!” y/n whispered to herself

y/n turned back around to see a slightly sweaty azure chest at her eye level. She looks up to see him.

“How much did you hear?” Jake barked at her, grabbing her wrist to make sure she didn't run away.

“I-“

“What’s your name? Why are you eavesdropping?!” Jake interrupted her with a slew of questions.

“p-please stop…it hurts!” y/n yelped as Jake tightened his grip on her wrist.

Jake drags y/n into the tent, shushing her whines of pain. He lets go and y/n collapses to her knees, apologizing over and over like a broken record.

Shit, I fucked up this time, y/n thought to herself.

Maybe I’m being too harsh, Jake stressed.

Jake starts stammering-“W-well,” *he clears his throat* “explain yourself-uh-miss.”

y/n starts, “w-well I did eavesdrop-I’m sorry- but I didn’t hear anything! I was too late…I’m sorry..”

“Why were you eavesdropping?!?” Jake yelled, frustrated and angry.

He corners her, his height towering over y/n, breathing heavily onto her face

y/n couldn’t take it anymore.

“BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!! I ALWAYS LIKED YOU FROM AFAR! I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE!!” y/n’s screams turn into sobs.

Jake grabs her and covers her mouth, they both fall to the floor, Jake on top of y/n. “HUSH! She’ll hear you” Jake scolded, scared of his hot, blue wife. y/n nods and Jake slowly rises from her, awkwardly. y/n takes the chance to push. She embraces the Navi man and hugs tight to his upper chest. Jake’s ears move to the back of his head as he tries to process the situation,

What just happened?

Should I..?

She’s so…attractive..

but Neytiri….

oh, what the hell!

and after a minute, raises y/n’s chin so her eyes meet his. y/n gets lost admiring his glowing celeste freckles, his amber eyes, and his solemn, expression. Y/n moves closer, inhaling sharply before she goes for it. Jake ends the tension with a strong kiss, his tail wrapping around y/n’s waist.

Y/n pushes harder into the kiss, pushing away to breathe and immediately going back in. Jake exhales a breathy hum with guilty pleasure. Jake moves to kiss y/n’s cheeks, and slowly kisses down to her neck and collarbone. y/n moaned softly, breathless how her fantasy came true.

Jake and y/n sat down on a lounge sofa, a luxury only the leaders of the tribe had. y/n was led by Jake, moving her so she laid down and he loomed over her. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Y/n said uncertain, she felt this might be spiraling too fast. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” Jake said, implying he knew what would happen if they were to be caught, yet also implying he wants more. I want to pound this cerulean bitch so hard she cries. Jake thought, still angry about her eavesdropping, but wanting to start slow so she thinks she’s safe. “Take me” y/n says.

{I wish I could skip these paragraphs, but one sentence missed is a day of pure torture}

“With pleasure, enchantress.” Jake whispers, while taking off their loincloths. He positions her in doggystyle, tails holding each other. y/n’s ears moved back as Jake’s length entered her. They both moaned, Jake’s moan being more of a gruff, deep sound and y/n’s being more of a whispery murmur. Jake hugs her from behind, playing with her nipples as he gains momentum and throbbed inside her.

“Oh god… keep going” y/n puffed between moans.

Jake Sully kept his pace and held her ultramarine hips. “You don’t know what you’re in for, princess.”

“W-What?”

Jake started pounding into y/n, His large smurf-like na'vi cock stretching her body. Y/n starts moaning louder. Jake used his tail to wrap around her waist for a better grip on her body. Jake grabs y/n’s hair and she moans in pleasurable pain. “I’m about to..” Y’n gets silenced

Jake put his hand over her mouth and bent down to whisper in her ear, her moans muffled. “Shh, quiet, slut.” Jake was surprised by the sudden tightening and pulsing around his cock and electricity shot through his body. Y/n squirted on his length and all the built up energy in Jake finally burst as he filled her up with blue cum. Y/n’s breathing and moaning slowed and Jake hugged her again from behind, kissing her neck and rubbing her indigo vulva slowly. “You’re such a whore, y/n” Jake whispered in her ear. y/n could only moan and breathe heavily.

{*I close the file*

I'm...I'm gonna go listen to Laufey, sob until I can't breathe, and claw my eyes out...}

#avatar #avatar fanfiction #avatar way of water #avatar twow #nsft fanfic #fanfic #jake sully #neytiri #the smurfs #live laugh love laufey

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nice2michuu · 8 months

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The Fanfiction Files: introduction.

About a year ago I started—on my school email—a google doc where I would get ideas from classmates and write the most vile fanfictions—ON MY SCHOOL ACCOUNT—into a section of the document.

“Fanfiction is a concept. It is a way of writing that should’ve never been written. Fanfiction comes from the depths of hell itself. My eternal punishment is to go through this labyrinth of filing cabinets full of horrible fanfiction. There is fanfiction about everything, Draco Malfoy, Dream SMP, Anime -so. much. anime.- and I have to read it all. I have all the time in the universe, after all. I should stop speaking to space, and start reading my next file again.”

FILE A9985, TIMOBY:

“Tim worked day and night for years to build Moby, a sexy brazen robot that has his own mind and personality and answers questions from kids around the world with his BrainPop technology. “I think I did it….finally…it's DONE!!!!” Tim squealed in delight as his Moby started to awaken.

“BeEp!”

His beeps translate in Tim’s head with the chip that Tim implanted in his cranium.

“Yes, my creation! Speak! You are alive!!”

“BeEp!”

Tim was overjoyed and excited. He grew more excited with every beep his little pet made.

“BeEeEeEp! BeEp! BeEp!”

“Oh Moby~” Tim was flustered with what Moby just said to him. The excitement and accomplishment that he just gave a robot emotion brought Tim pleasure. His member was pawing at the fly of his jeans, throbbing and begging to be released. “What is this feeling -ngh-...Moby?” Tim was confused on why his length was rushing with blood, reaching out to try and enter the robot’s walls. A piece of paper printed out of the robot’s huge pecs, containing the question that Tim just asked. Moby flushed, the bronze around his cheeks heating to a fiery red. His metal flaps moistening with crude oil.

“B-b- beEp”

“Moby..”

Moby started shutting down with embarrassment. Tim rushed to his side and caught the warm metal creature. Their faces are inches apart.

time froze between them.

[god how I wish time would stop, this story is torture]

Both Tim and Moby wished that this moment would last forever, the standstill and swinging scale in both of their minds wondering whether to make the first move or not. Tim extracted the courage from his mind to kiss Moby. Moby could do nothing but melt in his arms, still being held up by the tall lanky man. Moby wanted to do more, give Tim pleasure, and contribute, so Moby pushed away from Tim and started kissing his neck. At this point they slowly sat up and were both just kissing on the floor. Now, it was Tim’s turn to melt. Moby caressed Tim’s body and stopped at his ass, using his hydraulic strength to smack it. Tim moaned in pain, delicious, addictive pain. Moby positioned the beta in heat so that Tim would be straddling the robot. Moby used his robot abilities to change from a robot hoochie to a large, girthy, copper length. The forest around his man-bothood was not hair, but rust-a last minute design from Tim himself. Tim accepted his fate and let the robot’s hydraulic fucking machine poke through his jeans and ravage his colon. Tim screamed in pain and rapture, satisfied with every pulse, throb, and squelching pound, but somehow with all this satisfaction he couldn’t get enough and was shaking and quivering for more.

“M-M-Moby~” Tim begged for him to stop and for him to keep going. His voice was shaky and breathless, trying to hold in his climax.

“BeEp” Moby pulled out, cutting Tim off completely, leaving him tired and empty.

“Moby..*inhale* …Why’d you stop?*exhale*” Tim says exasperated.

“BeEp, BeEeEeEp!” Moby replied

Tim was about to cry, how did his robot learn to edge? He didn’t like it at all, all Tim wanted to do was get back on the metal tube. Moby grabs him and inserts his bothood back into Tim’s bloody, queefing hole. Moby goes back to pound town and makes sure to gag Tim in the process, Tim’s husky moans muffling.

“Moby-mmh-stop-ngh-OOUUUH!” Moby quickly removes his tin foil cock and Tim’s back-door releases an ocean of fluid. Tim screams in climax as his mess and anal squirt gets all over the floor. Moby’s tube releases vaseline as he reaches the summit.

“BeEp!”

*Tim exhales, tired*

Tim and Moby cuddle for the rest of the day and night, in harmony, in the anal squirt.”

*I close the file*

*I sigh, tired of this punishment*

#fanfic #fanfiction #tim and moby #brainpop #anime and manga #writers on tumblr #old story #mlm nsft #nsft fanfic

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nice2michuu · 8 months

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I drew Giorno >.<

#giorno giovanna #jjba #jjba part 5 #golden wind

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nice2michuu · 11 months

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Miguelito: a Miguelxreader fanfic :p

edit that inspired this:

credits in the video^^send this person lots of love <3

sidenote: Heyy this is my first fanfic EVER so please please please cut me some slack, advice and tips would be very nice!! <3

The spanish in this fic should be easy to translate, but I lost the language a little bit so I’m sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes 😭🙏🏻

Also If this fic does well I promise I’ll make a better fic where y/n isn’t basically an oc

Warningsss:

• nsfw and mention of nsfw

• Yelling/arguing

• language/insults

• crying

• fighting

• Alcohol

• blood

• some limes (or lemons if I feel like it)

In general if you’re sensitive to that kinda stuff please don’t read!!!

Word count: 3k+

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As a vigilante and a natural leader, Miguel O’hara doesn’t seem to show any faults at all. But ask any friend of Miguel and they’ll tell you what it is. Pride.

Pride is Miguel O’hara’s Achille’s heel. Hurt his pride and he’ll take it as a challenge. With pride comes tenacity, stubbornness. No one has been able to fully break Miguel O’hara down. Until y/n. Peter B. Parker could talk all about the countless nights Miguel has been wine-drunk and lamenting his past: the universe he destroyed, the daughter he lost, and lastly, Y/n.

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It’s raining, a cold, heavy, and harsh rain. Y/n waits at the door to his apartment, her hair is wet and her soft black curls are ruined and frizzy, but she doesn’t care that much, thoughts are flying through her mind like racecars returning and making laps hundreds of times at record speeds, too many thoughts for her to care about her hair. The rain tapping on the windows of the apartment building are the only noise in the thick, tense air as she waits for an answer, nausea rising to her chest.

Miguel opens the door quickly, leaning on the doorway in his pajamas and looming over her, his significant height countering his welcoming, smug smile with a daunting feeling of doom. “Welcome back, mi morenita~” he cooes at her.

y/n immediately regrets her decision and rolls her eyes, sighing the tightness in her chest away, “Don’t patronize me.” Tonight is a night of mixed emotions, for the both of them. Y/n looks out the window in the hallway to raindrops and grey bleakness, then back at the warm apartment behind Miguel.

Miguel laughs, breaking the awkward silence of y/n that makes the air thick like gelatin. “Okay okay, pasa.”

He moves out of the way so y/n can walk in.

Miguel didn’t bother to do much for her company. The apartment is clean, as he naturally leaves it, but the TV is on, a half-eaten popcorn bowl is on the coffee table, and the lights are off. The apartment only being lit by the TV, a built-in heater under the TV that looks like a fireplace, and the kitchen light on the other side of the apartment. The lighting leaves an even more ominous, sickly feeling to the nostalgic apartment.

Y/n scoffs and chuckles, looking at the TV, “Puss in Boots? You were always so childish—” she stops talking as strong arms wrap around her shoulders from behind and Miguel nuzzles into her neck and thick hair, hunching over her and warming her skin that grew cold from the weather outside.

“You’re soaked from the rain..you’re gonna get sick, chula.” Miguel gives her a soft kiss on the cheek, y/n doesn’t resist or mind at all. His voice is low and soft, a comforting feeling grows within y/n and she relaxes, but also freaks out because she’s still crushing on him like a damn schoolgirl. A growing, sick feeling in her stomach festers in y/n. Miguel lets go of her and walks to the bathroom to get her a towel to dry herself off. He’s teasing y/n for coming back, but they both know damn well that they both missed each other, despite how toxic and venomous last time was. Their last spats at each other before y/n left him still play out in both of their minds.

Y/n looks around. She knows this apartment all too well. Looking around and seeing the furniture and warm atmosphere in the same places as the last time she left him made her even more nauseous. She takes off her jacket and sets it on the coat rack by the wall, going to their..his couch and shaking off the water droplets from her hair. Y/n shook off the water on the couch to piss him off just a little bit, to jab at him for last time.

Miguel tosses the towel at her face, she got under his skin already, “Can you not, y/n?”

“Since when have you worried about this apartment? You’re barely even here!” Y/n retorted as she sets the towel on her lap, not wanting to towel-dry her hair. She references their past in a petty manner, bringing up the times he wasn’t there for her.

Miguel huffs and glares at her, “..are you serious? You’re still not over it? And stop being picky like you always are!” His voice is tinged with a growing anger.

“Obviously not if I came back to you!” Y/n spit back, her hard tone and soft words make her difficult to read. She tosses the towel to the side, on the floor, to piss him off more.

Miguel sighs and plops next to y/n, his voice changing from annoyed to low and growling, “Did you want to talk or what?” His angry, resentful gaze resting on her face, occasionally looking at her figure. “God…she’s hot” Miguel thinks to himself, his lust starting to eat at his self-respect.

Even after everything, he doesn’t want to admit any wrong-doing, or apologize, but y/n is willing to overlook it all over again. “I dunno, I just..missed you, Miguelito..” Unlike Miguel, she can toss her pride to the side. Y/n’s tone switches from venomous and witty to something softer and more genuine. The nickname for him is sweet and cute, and Miguel can feel a pang in his heart as he hears it.

While Miguel’s fault is his pride, y/n’s fault is her resolve. She’ll get what she wants — him — even if it harms her in the process.

Miguel doesn’t say anything, he diverts his eyes from her and scoffs. He’s not gonna admit that he missed her too, no matter how bad his heart ached at the sound of her voice.

“Don’t do that..” Y/n starts to get upset, leaning closer to him and looking at him nervously. Her stomachache and nausea gets worse as she tries to read his expression.

(At this point, Kitty Softpaws and Puss in Boots are also having a moment.)

Miguel sighs and looks at y/n, “Do you want me or do you want to argue with me?” he grumbles, his voice is still quiet and husky, as if he was reluctant to say anything at all.

Y/n’s black-brown eyes burn with determination, “I want you. Te quiero mucho, Miguelito, tu ya sabes.” Y/n puts a hand on his knee and looks at his eyes, leaning closer to him, almost begging for him. Miguel looks at her beautiful face and softens.

Miguel can’t resist the impulse anymore and kisses y/n, holding her face. He leans over her and kisses her passionately. Y/n leans closer to him on the couch, putting a hand on his chest.

“Mmh..” is her only reaction.

Miguel lets out a sort of growl/groan as he kisses y/n’s lips and runs his fingers through her thick hair.

“Your little jabs at me piss me off, chula.” Miguel says in a low voice, close to y/n and looking softly, but sternly at her.

“No mames, Miguelito, get over it.” Y/n says quickly and kisses his lips softly.

Miguel rolls his eyes and stops kissing y/n, letting go of her chin. He leans away from her and looks annoyed. Y/n furrows her brows.

“What?” Y/n sits back and looks at him.

Miguel sighs, “Get over it? I’m not gonna be some type of back up you return to when you want attention, puta.”

“Oh you’re calling ME the whore? Don’t even start! What happened to Teresa, huh? Dime!” Y/n is rightfully upset, Miguel cheated on her the first few times they dated with Teresa.

“Uuuy! Tu ya sabes, puta!” Miguel starts to get angry at the mention of his infidelity, “You beat her up!”

Y/n stands up, looking at him with distaste “Rightfully so! I should’ve beat you up too! Hijo malcreado! Do you still care about Teresa or something?!”

“Stop bringing up that woman!” Miguel quickly retorts and also stands up, towering over y/n.

Y/n starts to tear up with anger, “Don’t tell me what to do, Miguelito! You FUCKED her! I’ll say her name all I fucking want! Teresa Teresa Teresa Teresa Teresa!”

Y/n points a finger at Miguel and steps foreward, getting in his face while still saying her name.

“CALLATÉ! BASTA!!” Miguel screams at y/n and she quickly shuts up. Y/n steps back and bumps into a side table, knocking over a vase and shattering it.

Silence fills the room again, the warmth of the apartment starts to feel unwelcoming and humid and the nausea fills y/n’s gut again. The quiet is obnoxiously loud. Neither know what to say now.

Y/n hastily grabs her things, the tears of her anger falling down her cheeks.

“..y/n..” Miguel immediately feels remorse.

In her haste, y/n cuts her hand on a shard of the vase, groaning in frustration. Miguel tries to step foreward and look at the wound but hesitates. Drops of her blood from her landing on the floor, her rustling and gathering being the only noise Miguel can hear. The TV and the rain outside is drowned out by how cold the situation quickly became.

“No, no..I’ll leave. You can keep fucking whoever replaced me..” Y/n starts to go out, walking past him. Her voice is shaky and emotional. Miguel grabs her wrist and stops her.

“Querida..por favor—” Miguel is quickly inturrupted by a hard slap from y/n, who started to fully cry. The slap was from her injured hand, blood splattering on his cheek.

“BASTA! I get it!! Just stop, please..Miguelito..” Y/n begs him. Her hand is starting to bleed a little less, but the slap mark left on Miguel’s face is appearing more and more.

Miguel is left speechless, touching the cheek y/n slapped and looking at her in sad disbelief. He wipes the blood off and looks at his hand with her blood on it. The nickname makes everything all the more heartwrenching for Miguel. He pulls her in, grabbing her wrist and stops her from leaving again. “No te vas..te quiero mucho, y/n..por favor, you’re gonna get sick from the rain..”

Miguel pulls her in for a strong hug, blinking back his own tears. Y/n is pressed against his chest. His hand is on her head, petting her now dry, fluffy black curls.

“I’m sorry, y/n. No me pegas, though, please. That hurt..”

Y/n doesn’t know how to feel, her head hurts. She hugs him back and cries into his chest, dropping her things. Y/n pulls his collar down so she could kiss him passionately, tears still running down her cheeks and her hand still bleeding. Miguel kisses back with equal passion, pulling her close and hunching over her. Y/n pulls away from the kiss to breathe, panting.

“You know I always go back to you” Y/n whispers to him dejectedly, yet sweetly, before kissing him again, wrapping her arms around his neck as his arms wrap around her waist. Those words make Miguel melt and he groans and pins her to the wall of the hallway entrance to his apartment, kissing her face and neck.

“You’ve stayed my only since Teresa, you know that? Tu, y solo tu, hermosa.” Miguel whispers to y/n lovingly and in a slight sad way. Y/n let out a soft moan as Miguel kisses her neck and she runs her fingers through his hair. Miguel softens at her touch and kisses her slower, still petting her.

“I didn’t, Miguelito..” Y/n whispers back, saddened by the memory. Y/n nuzzles into his neck, her sweet scent in her soft hair near his face. Miguel holds her tighter and presses onto her, his cock getting hard.

“..fuck..”

Y/n chuckles and kisses his cheek and neck, feeling his bulge poking her. “Miguelito?” She cooes at him, the same way he greeted her. The nickname only makes him harder.

“Shut up, y/n..” Miguel stops pinning her as hard and looks down, slightly embarassed and looking away from her. His pride is hurt, weakened by his arousal.

Y/n shrugs and goes to the kitchen to wash the blood away in the sink. Miguel follows her instinctively and lingers, also eventually cleaning the blood off of his face and hand. Miguel feels awkward watching y/n tend to her hand, still heavily aroused and wanting to be closer to her.

“You gonna fuck me on the counter or what?” Y/n sneered at Miguel. He groans, annoyed, but is flushed a deep red.

“..maybe..”

Miguel smirks maliciously and picks y/n up from behind, putting her over his shoulder. Y/n flails around in vain, yelling and laughing. The atmosphere cools down and the argument is quickly forgotten.

“AAY! MIGUEL!! PARA!!” y/n pleads as she’s carried off to his room, which they once shared.

“Nope. nah. you pissed me off, chula.” Miguel says, half joking half serious.

Their room is a mix of cool and warm colors, a nice, comforting purple. The blinds allow for a soft blue light to come in, the sound of the TV is drowned out by the taps of rain on the windows. Miguel smirks as y/n is still flailing and kicking, her ass on his shoulder. He slams her down on the bed playfully.

“AHHH!!!” Y/n yells out from the long fall, bouncing as she falls onto the bed. She starts laughing, “Que haces, Miguelito!?!?”.

Miguel flips her over and bends her over the bed forcefully, pulling her precious curls back and whispering in her ear, with a low and growling voice, grinning and leaning over her.

“Te vas a callar? Eh, preciosa?”

Chills run down y/n’s spine at the question. Y/n is shocked at the sudden dominance he’s showing and could have done to her this whole time. His whispers and hair pulling feel terrifying, but arousing at the same time. Miguel kisses down her neck and pins her down on the soft purple comforter. She’s hasn’t seen this side of him in a long time, she almost forgot about it.

“Never..you can’t shut me up, not ever.” Y/n says between heavy breaths and stalled words. She regains her composure and is smirking at him to get under his skin, and it’s working. Miguel stops pulling her hair and pins her head down on the bed, her ass stays up and is bulge presses against it. Her vulva tenses at the feeling, getting wet.

“Is that a challenge, querida?” Miguel does get pissed off and leans over y/n, his buldge twitching against y/n’s now soaked pants. “You know what I’m implying, y/n, right?”

Miguel’s voice and tone is harsh and deep, but in a good way. He hates y/n right now, but wants to fuck the shit out her. Bang her into submission.

Y/n starts to speak but is inturrupted.

“oh god—”

“You’re wet.” Miguel states. He stops pinning her down for a few moments, y/n can’t really see what he’s doing but she gets on the bed and sits on her knees. She finally looks back at him and he’s shirtless, a wave of arousal and shyness flooding over her.

“God I hate you, Miguelito..” Y/n says breathlessly, looking at his fit figure and defined muscles and light tan skin that reflects softly with the moonlight from the blinds, the rain tapping making the atmosphere feel colder.

Miguel looks at her, confused but still hard, “Apenas me dijistes que me querías! What’s with the switch ups?”

“I hate you because you’re so damn irresistable, wey!” Y/n spits back, still looking over her shoulder at Miguel’s body.

“Ah, well fuck you too, y/n!” Miguel furrows his brows.

Y/n blurts out, “yes please, mmmh” she lightly chuckles while biting her lip and looking at his body. She realizes she said it loud.

Miguel starts laughing and y/n looks away, embarassed. She looks down at the purple comforter.

Y/n is slowly pinned down again, this time on the bed. Miguel’s hands are grabbing her asscheeks and gently brushing her thick, black curly hair to the side. Y/n couldn’t see, but her clothes were ripped off as if a claw, or fang did it. She’s not complaining, though. Miguel pins her head on the bed harder again and plays with the hem of her wet panties. He leans over her and whispers in her ear again, his voice full of malice and anticipation, “As you wish, chula.”

Y/n can do nothing but moan in her exhale, Miguel is tracing and caressing her back and sending tingles up her spine.

“Already moaning? I didn’t even do anything..and you’re soaked..wow y/n, you’re not over me at all~” Miguel taunts her and whispers in her ear.

“God just fuck me already thats what everyone came here for!!” Y/n yells out in a 4th wall breaking plea. “I need you in me now!! I can’t take it any longer!!” Her wails and begging for his cock is pretty out of character for y/n, then again she’s supposed to be a character people can relate to.

Miguel laughs again and moves her underwear to the side, inserting his lengthy, wide dick in her, slowly, stretching her insides. He’s keeping y/n’s torso pinned down and her ass up, making her arch her back. Y/n lets out a strained moan.

“Begging for me? Interesting from you, morenita.” Miguel leans over y/n as he’s fucking her, starting off slow so she can adjust to his huge dick.

“God I needed you, te necesito, Miguel, oh god, Miguelito~” Y/n’s whining is cut off by a moan as he sets a faster pace, pumping inside of her. Miguel starts breathing heavily, his body starting to sweat and glisten.

“Dime, querida, a quien te parteneces?” Miguel grunts out, starting to moan himself.

“..what?” Y/n looks back, Miguel gets closer and hugs her tight from behind, still pounding her. He quickens his pace, fucking y/n harder and shoving his cock deeper into her pussy.

“Answer me. Who do you belong to!?” Miguel grunts and pulls y/n’s hair so her head is at the same level as his. Y/n yelps in pain then moans uncontrollably.

“Mi-miguelito..” y/n whimpers, her vulva oozing with wetness. Miguel holds her tighter and whispers in her ear, his tone getting harsher and more aggressive, almost animalistic.

"Dime. Dime bien, Chula." Miguel growled in her ear, grabbing y/n's wrists and pinning them together over her head on the bed, y/n grips the violet sheets and arches into him. Moaning and stuttering, trying to speak. Any confidence and power y/n had was gone now, chipped away with every thrust from Miguel, every time his wide dick slides in and out of her, stretching her and exiting her constantly. His warmth inside of her causes tingles and flutters to go up y/n's walls and up her spine.

“S-soy tuyo, Miguel.. GOD, MIGUELITO!!!” y/n moans as she climaxes, Miguel still drilling into her. The wet noises from her dripping cunt sounding like that one vine where the boy says to his mom as she’s cooking rice,“thats what good pussy sounds like” you all know the one, yep, that one.

Miguel eventually pulls out and cums on her behind, moving to the side and laying down on his back next to her, his cock still twitching. Y/n splays out and lays down on her stomach, her vagina is sore and her insides feel emptied. Miguel turns his head to look at y/n, the bottom half of her body is wet with her juices and his nut. Miguel groans as his length is still twitching and trying to calm down after his orgasm, his view of y/n not helping at all.

“Eres mia, y/n. Mia” Miguel says between heavy breaths, whispering to y/n as she calms down from her climax.

Y/n looks at him and smirks, “I regret saying that,” she starts to chuckle, “Your ego is gonna be through the roof.”

Miguel furrows his brows and turns to face her, “My ego?” His tone gets more authoritative, but he’s smirking through his words, “You’re crazy, don’t even start.” Miguel pulls her in for a strong embrace, squeezing her tightly against him.

Y/n scoffs, “I’m not crazy! You are the crazy one—”

“Cálmate, querida. Let’s not argue every other paragraph..” Miguel whispers to her, breaking the 4th wall again. He holds her close and kisses her forehead.

Y/n calms down and snuggles into his arms reluctantly. Miguel occasionally grabs and rubs y/n’s asscheeks as they cuddle, they both eventually fall asleep in each other’s embrace. Miguel runs his hands through y/n’s thick hair in his sleep, sometimes rolling on top of her and almost suffocating her. He also snores extremely loudly, like a dad, but Y/n doesn’t mind.

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This story brings the question, “How did Miguel lose y/n?” He doesn’t like to talk about it. Not even with close friends. He’d throw a desk at a person if they even thought about asking. After, Miguel would probably get sloppy drunk and listen to “Tragos Amargos” or “No hay Novedad”, sobbing the lyrics.

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