Can you do 7 and 2 with tamaki please and thank you!
Heuheueheueh...ummmm....so I made the reader older than him, only by a year or two, so she’s out of school. I hope that’s ok. Hope you like it :)
Tamaki x older!pro!fem!reader
I need a hug
Don’t let me go
Note: reader is older, she’s pretty much like a over worried mother with Tamaki...and kinda get protective of him when people hurt him....it just kinda happened
Warnings: cursing, fluff, protective/kinda dom reader
Word count: 1583
It had only been a few days after the attack to save Eri, and you hadn’t been there, nor did you know your sweet boyfriend would be apart of it.
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You were across Japan for the weekend on a mission with gang orca. you had suspected something was up, when you got the chance to call your boyfriend, he seemed pretty distracted when ever you talked, he wouldn’t let you FaceTime him even when you told him you just wanted to see his face. He was holding something back, and it was bothering you. You never would have suspected it was because he would have to go on a life threatening mission. It wasn’t supposed to be a huge attack, being kept on the down low. Find the child, get her out, arrest and obtain information from the villains, but since when has anything gone to plan for the hero’s?
You wanted to yell at him for keeping this secret, he could have been killed. You had to figure this all out on the news for crying out loud! You helplessly watched from the hotel tv as part of the building exploded, a huge fight with a young boy and villain taking the attention of many, but you couldn’t care less about it. Your eyes were focused on the small white and indigo figure limping out of the building. You trembled, you couldn’t see him, he was so far away as the camera tried to focus on the main attack. Your chest clenched so hard, your throat closing you from any oxygen with all the red splotched on his cloak.
You scrambled out of the bed, packing your things and informing the fellow sidekick. You would have to face getting scolded from gang orca later, but your thoughts were only on Tamaki and getting on the fastest train there. You had absolutely no nails left, having bitten them all from walking to the station alone. You squirmed in the stuff seat, nerves filling and dancing in your stomach as you tried to calm your mind of and bad thoughts. You tried calling him again and again, knowing that is wasnt the best idea to be doing in this situation. Of course he didn’t answer, deciding to leave voicemails that you’d be there shortly. For now, you relied on the news app on your phone for any resent information.
—
You burst the hospital doors open, stomping to the counter, vicious glint in your eyes. You weren’t just scared and worried...oh no, you were fucking angry. You knew tama was a hero, you were too, you knew that he could get hurt and all that Jazz, but for fucks sake, you couldn’t calm your heart. He hadn’t told you any of this, only that he wouldn’t be able to take any calls in the morning. Fuck that. Even if with that, you at least told FatGum, his mentor, to tell you when something happened. You knew of the secret mission, but hell, you didn’t know that Fat would bring his students into this!
the receptionist looked at you with wide eyes, watching as you walked toward the desk, obviously raged. She shrunk in her seat “m-may I help you?” She whimpered. You were scary.
“Yes, My boyfriend is here and need to know where the hell he is” you didn’t raise your voice, but it was dripping with venom, no matter how stoic your expression was.
“y-yes, o-f course,” she typed at her computer, daring to look up at you “h-his n-name?”
“Tamaki Amajiki, SunEater”
She typed again “o-oh! Yes! Of course, F-fatgums I-intern”
Your eyebrows furrowed “he here too?”. She nodded, watching as you bit your lip hard “I need his room number also”
she nodded, typing again “h-he’s sharing o-one w-with mr.Tamaki ma’am, t-there in r-room 154,”
the woman jumped a little when your face changed into a light hearted expression, smiling at her “thank you, sorry for the trouble” you breathed, bending down to collect your things, giving her one more quick grin before turning the corner and down the hall. The woman sighed, sinking into her chair further, she would live another day.
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Tamaki opened his eyes when he heard the room door open, the other two males also seeming to look over. Tamaki stilled at the sight of you, flowers in hand and an obvious annoyance in your eyes, you looked scary, but were smiling no less. You walked in, closing the door behind you. He turned to see FatGum looking at him, gulping as he shared the same nervous and terrified expression.
you looked around, making eye contact with your boyfriend, making his eyes widen. You then looked at FatGum, the hero, even though much taller and bigger, trembling under your gaze, you then looked to your right, kirishima looking at you with a curious expression, but also seeming a little intimidated.
You smiled brighter, eyes softening, causing the three to sigh in relief “hi kiri, how you feeling?” You walked over, examining his injures.
“Better, thank you!” he gave you his signature toothy grin
“That’s good,” you patted him on the head “nothing hurting?”
He shook his head and you nodded. You broke your gaze from the red haired boy, same smile still plastered on your features but eyes telling a different story as you looked at tiashiro. He stilled, obviously intimidated by you. He knew how you were when Tamaki got hurt, you had a rough exterior, could bring anybody weak at the knees just by looking at them wrong. But that still didn’t mean you wernt soft, especially toward your boyfriend. But with him in charge of the indigo haired boy, he knew you weren’t going to let him down easy, despite being much younger than him, he was terrified of you.
“H-Hey (y/n),” he began, ignoring his mind telling him to shut up before you punched him out the window “so...finished your mission early?” You were walking toward him, he gulped “Tamaki was telling me all about it!” A drop of sweat ran down his face as you were now standing in front of him “how’s is orca?”
“Much better condition than you” you seethed. He hiccuped, ready for you to actually murder him, but it never happened. You shook your head, letting out a huge and long sigh, bringing your hand to your face to pinch your nose. You gave him one last look, making him yelp quietly, before walking over to Tamaki.
Tamaki visibility tensed too, ready for you to scold him “B-bunny, I- I know I-it looks b-bad-“ he was cut off when he felt a hand on his, the side of the bed dipping as you sat on it, other hand coming to lovingly cup his cheek. His eyes watered a little, feeling his emotions get the best of him. He wasn’t weak by any means, but when you touched him, worry and love in your eyes , he couldn’t help but be reminded of how much he loved you and lucky to have someone care for him so much. “I-I’m sorry f-for worrying y-you” he hiccuped.
“No, no” you reassured, voice soft only for him, wiping the stray fallen tear “it’s ok, don’t apologize..” you brought your other hand to his cheek, now holding his head, leaning in to kiss his nose “what can I do? What can I do to make you feel better? Do you need anything? Drink, food, medicine?”
He stayed quiet for a bit, looking away in embarrassment, not just at the extra pairs of eyes on him, but at his request “I-...I need a hug”
You didn’t hesitate to pull him against you, resting your chin on his head as he burrowed his face into your chest. Your arms came to wrap around him. His breath hitched, your warm body hugging him, lightly though, not wanting to hurt him or make him feel uncomfortable. You cooed, bring your hand to rub circles in his back and the other to his hair. “are you hurting? Just tell me what I can do to make you more comfortable,”
He held you tighter, knowing that your were trying to be light with your touch to not hurt him, but he needed you “don’t let me go..”
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You sat on the side of the hospital bed, Tamaki watching as you hummed some tune, peeling and cutting some fruit for him. You looked over, watching as kirishima was finally out of the full body wrap and ate the fresh food you brought. You smiled, now looking over at the deflated hero in the bed, looking at you, mouth watering. You sighed, finally getting up and bringing some food over to him, plopping the plate onto the table “fine, I give in.” You huffed
He thanked you, bringing his hands together “Itadakimasu!” He was about to shove a piece of apple into his mouth before stopping. You brought up a fork to him, threateningly pointing it at his face. He cautiously looked up at you and stilled “you forgot your fork” you smiled.
He gulped. You were really fucking scary. “Heh, thanks” he took it.
Tamaki looked up at you, your eyes softening just at the sight of him “do y-you h-have to I-intimidate h-him like t-that” he questioned
you shrugged “he caused by baby to go into danger, got him hurt and didn’t inform me,” you gave FatGum a look, brows furrowed, making him stumble with his fork “I don’t take to that vary lightly”
Bonus:
You left the room
Fat-“she scars me”
Kri- “really? I think she’s nice!” He says in between chews “I like her! You totally scored in the girlfriend department Tamaki!”
Fat-“how can someone be so intimidating when their shorter than kirishima?”
Tama- shruggs “I thinks she’s cute” he mumbles to himself
Hello!! I read ur gojo fics and they’re effing cute 😖 can I please request a headcannon or imagine where (fem/gn) mc is a newborn curse and imprints on gojo?? They become attached to him and follows him around and gojo is just kinda amused and smiley about the situation but won’t hesitate to protect you if someone/another curse threatens to hurt/take you away?? Thank you 🥺
ohh this is an interesting idea I like it!
I hope you like it!
It was extremely rare for curses to retain a human form. As they mostly take shape of hideous monsters meant to terrify. However, you were different.
At first, he thought you were just like any other curse. Who's only intent was to harm people but he was proved wrong.
Just as he was about to exorcise you, you started begging for your life as tears were pouring from your eyes.
A curse that has emotions? Now, this was completely unheard of. Gojou couldn't help but take an interest in you.
He spared your life, in exchange for him to study you. Of course and for you to not hurt any other humans. You reluctantly agreed.
A vow was made between the two of you.
He sometimes forgets you're a even cursed spirit born from the negative emotions of humans. You were more like a ghost, a kind spirit. You had a childlike wonder to you as you follow Gojou around to various locations. Staring at awe at the sights you have never seen before.
"Gojou, what's that?!"
"That's a mailbox."
Missions are tiring and boring so it's nice to have your company around while he exorcises special grade curses.
You were starting to grow on him as more time passes by. You were always by his side, following him to wherever you could.
He tried to keep you a secret for as long as he could but eventually the higher ups found out about you. They were livid.
Gojou tried to persuade them that you were different. That you weren't like the other curses but his words were meaningless to them.
On occasions when you were not around Gojou, you tend to wander on your own while waiting for him because you couldn't enter the school.
The higher ups have ordered your extermination. You were targeted and all you could do was flee, fearing that you'll never get to see Gojou ever again.
Just as you were cornered, Gojou came to your rescue just at the nick of time. It didn't matter that they were Jujutsu sorcerers, his own kind.
warnings: miguel and reader using nicknames in spanish (as usual)
translations: amor= love
mi amor=mi love
pairing: miguel x reader
summary: reader spending a day at the hq, possible adoption papers
Miguel O'Hara had always been protective of his wife especially when it came to his work at the Spider Society's headquarters. He knew the multiverse could be a dangerous place, and he wanted to keep her safe. But you, being strong-willed and determined, had insisted on coming with him this time.
As you entered the headquarters, Miguel couldn't help but cast worried glances her way, still not entirely comfortable with the idea. But when he saw the twinkle in your eye and the smile on your face, he couldn't say no to you.
The HQ was bustling with activity as various Spider-People went about their business. Miguel led [Reader] towards a table where Peter B. Parker was sitting —to his dismay—. Your eyes lit up when you saw Peter and Mayday. "Hey there, Peter! It's been a while. How's Mayday?"
Peter smiled warmly, and you exchanged pleasantries, discussing how much Mayday had grown and how she was showing signs of inheriting her father's charisma. Just then, Mayday, with her vibrant red waves, was brought over in a stroller, looking as charming as ever.
You turned to Miles, who had once been on the receiving end of Miguel's table-throwing antics, and approached him cautiously. "Hey, Miles, it's great to see you again. I should apologize for that table incident," you said with a sincere tone, extending your hand.
Miles couldn't help but chuckle, shaking your hand. "No worries, [Reader]. It's all in the past."
Hobie Brown, with his cockney accent and punk style, strolled over to you, flashing a mischievous grin. "Hello, luv. Fancy a chat with a dashing Brit?"
Miguel's jaw clenched slightly as he watched Hobie flirt with his wife, his protective instincts kicking in.
[Reader] gave Miguel a sly smile, your eyes turning into what Miguel affectionately called your "puppy eyes." "Well, Hobie, I do have a soft spot for charming Brits. What's on your mind?"
Hobie leaned in, playfully raising an eyebrow. "Oh, just a chat, luv. Maybe you could tell me all about your adventures. I'm sure they're much more exciting than this place."
Gwen and Pavitr, friendly and easy-going, quickly struck up a conversation with [Reader]. They couldn't help but notice the playful banter between you and Hobie.
As the day went on, the flirting between Hobie and [Reader] continued, much to Miguel's bemusement. While he wasn't entirely comfortable with it, he could tell that it was all in good fun and that [Reader] was enjoying the light-hearted exchange.
Towards the end of your visit, you turned to Miguel with a twinkle in your eye. "Amor, I have a proposal for you! Can we adopt Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen, and Miles? It would be like having an extended family, and it would mean so much to me."
Miguel hesitated, his protective instincts kicking in again. "I'm not so sure about this, mami. It could get complicated with all of them here."
[Reader] gave him a playful yet determined look, her eyes turning into what Miguel affectionately called her "puppy eyes." "Come on, papi. They're like family already!"
Miguel hesitated, his reluctance apparent due to Hobie's flirtatious antics. You leaned in and, with a sly grin, said, "Miguel, if you say no, you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight."
Miguel sighed, realizing he was outmatched and chuckling at [Reader]'s clever tactics. "Alright, alright. We can adopt them, including Hobie. But they'll have to follow the rules of the house."
[Reader] beamed with happiness and gave him a grateful peck on the cheek. "Thank you, mi amor. You won't regret it."
And so, the Spider-People officially became part of yours and Miguel's extended family, creating a bond that transcended dimensions and made the multiverse feel a little smaller and a lot more like home. Miguel, now resigned to the idea, couldn't help but chuckle at the playful banter that had brought them all closer together.
Perhaps no one will care, but this are the things I won't write about:
Pegging
Pedophilia/incest
Animal abuse
Golden shower/scat/feet
I might have overlooked some specific details, but that's the general idea. Feel free to ask, and I'll provide you with the answers you're looking for <3.
fluff between miguel and hispanic wife!reader after a long day of working
warnings: a lot of fluff, miguel being extremely clingy, soft, and affectionate. miguel and reader using nicknames in spanish
translations: amor= love
linda= beautiful
no se que haria sin ti= i don't know what i'd do without you
pairing: miguel x reader
summary: comfort cuddles after a rough day at HQ
The sun had long dipped below the New York skyline, leaving a trail of dusky twilight in its wake as Miguel Ohara finally returned home after a grueling day at the Spider-Man headquarters. His suit was crumpled, and his nerves were frayed from dealing with the likes of Miles, Gwen, and Pavitir, who always seemed to have a knack for recklessness that grated on his irritable and obsessive personality.
Miguel trudged through the front door, a sigh escaping his lips as he removed his suit jacket and tie, tossing them carelessly onto a nearby chair. All he wanted was a moment of respite from the chaos of the multiverse. As he made his way into the cozy living room, he was greeted by the comforting aroma of freshly made arepas and a steaming cup of café con leche. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a rare sight for someone as stern as Miguel.
"[Reader]," he said in a low, gravelly voice as he approached the dining table, where you sat, waiting with a warm blanket draped over your lap and a pair of pajamas neatly folded beside his meal. "You have no idea how much I needed this."
You returned his smile, a knowing glint in your eyes as you patted the empty seat across from you. "Sit down, amor. Tell me about your day."
Miguel obediently settled into the chair, savoring the scent of the comfort food. He took a sip of the rich coffee before launching into a tirade about his day, complaining about the audacious stunts of the other Spider-People. He spoke coolly about their recklessness and how it threatened the fragile balance of the Web of Life and Destiny. With each sentence, you gently stroked his hair and listened with the patience only you could offer.
As the evening wore on, Miguel's irritable facade began to crumble, revealing the vulnerable man beneath. He spoke of the immense pressure he felt as the protector of the Web, and how he was constantly striving for perfection, desperately trying to maintain order and stability in the multiverse. But in your presence, he found solace and a refuge from the storm that raged within him.
After the meal, Miguel led you to their spacious king-size bed, where you both snuggled under the warm blanket. As he held you close, he whispered, "You're my anchor in this chaotic world, linda. No sé que haría sin tí".
You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and murmured soothing words, reminding him that even the most unyielding structures needed moments of softness. As Miguel closed his eyes, finally finding peace in your arms, he knew that no matter how old, irritable, or obsessed he became, your love was the constant he could rely on, a sanctuary in a multiverse of uncertainty.
a/n: thank you so much for requesting, i hope you like it. love ya <3 I took a bit of liberty and made the reader Colombian
Warnings: OOC! Marie. Fluff. English is not my first language. I can't speak French. This is a joke. Don't take it seriously, I'm sorry for the mistakes!
Author's note: This is my first time writing here and this is a joke for my friend. Don't take this seriously, this is a joke. Just to mess around and I was bored. Anyways, read under your own judgement.
The golden sun began its descent over the horizon, casting a warm, rosy hue over the Palace of Versailles. Marie and Blanche, deeply in love, decided to make the most of this beautiful evening. They left their picnic behind, hand in hand, and wandered through the palace gardens.
As they strolled, they plucked delicate wildflowers from the garden and collected them in a woven basket they had brought along. The scent of the flowers filled the air as they made their way to a quiet, secluded spot.
Sitting down on a lush patch of grass, Marie reached for Blanche's hand and smiled. "Mon trésor, let's make flower crowns to remember this moment."
Blanche nodded with a tender grin. "C'est une excellente idée," she replied, meaning "It's a wonderful idea." They set to work, intertwining daisies, lavender, and roses into beautiful crowns, laughing and stealing kisses in between.
As they finished their crowns, they placed them on each other's heads, and Marie whispered, "You look like an angel, mon bijou."
Blanche's cheeks flushed as she responded, "And you, mon amour, are the most beautiful person I've ever known."
With the flower crowns adorning their heads, they rose to their feet, ready to dance. As they swayed to an imaginary melody, Marie felt as if she was floating on air. Blanche held her close, and they moved in perfect harmony, their hearts beating in time.
As the sun dipped lower, casting long, enchanting shadows, Marie and Blanche found a quiet clearing, bathed in the warm, golden light. The strains of their laughter and the soft sound of their footsteps echoed through the garden.
Finally, as the sun kissed the horizon, they came to a halt, gazing out at the breathtaking view. With the colors of the sunset reflecting in their eyes, they shared a passionate kiss, their love illuminated by the fading light.
The moment was perfect, a testament to their love, and they knew they would cherish it forever. The beauty of Versailles paled in comparison to the love that enveloped them, and they basked in the magic of the moment until the stars emerged in the darkening sky.
This romantic evening at Versailles was a memory they would carry in their hearts, a reminder of the enduring love they shared.
a/n: si me ves, no me mates. Velen, yo te amo. (Mejor si matame y no hago el examén de Geografía, pero matame bien para no hacer supletorio).
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