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💜Maquace x reader💜

Reader: human
Pronouns used: he/they/she
Story type: Fluff
Requested: No
Requested by: no-one

⚠️ Warning ⚠️
• foul language

Enjoy
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Today was Y/n's day off. He has been working his ass working for the past month. He has be taking care of his cat, boyfriend and of course himself,well just a little. Y/n has be working hard that he sometimes wouldn't have time to spend with his friends or family. You are wondering why he has been working hard. Well he works as a construction engineer. Yeah making new homes for people outside of the city is tuff when no-one wants to help.

But that doesn't matter right now its just you and your cat, Tart, laying on the couch. You planned on spending your day with tart and Mac, but the problem is that Mac was not home yet. He as been doing his training with some kid and his friends. But whatever he will be home soon.

Y/n's pov:

*Finally a day to relax. Away from my coworkers that don't do shit. Away from the bratty kids that run through the construction site. Just tart and me*

I was laying on the couch with tart waiting for Mac to come home. He has been gone for a little too long but eh the day just might be going slow.

I slowly picked up tart who let out a small moew before putting him on the floor. I was going to make some early dinner just in case he came home.

It was now 7:30 pm and Mac was still not home. Maybe he lost track of time. Oh well I will just cover his food until he gets here.

I walked to the couch and put on one of my favorite comedics Mr. Iglesias. He came out with a new special so I wanna watch. Tart moved on to my lap and got himself comfortable.

"Damit you cat, you didn't even let me find a comfy spot." Tart just looked up at me and turned over exposing his fluffy belly.
"Your lucky you are cute."

I some how found a comfy spot with out moving him so that's good.

About thirty minutes in I felt like I was being watched so I turned around and fell of the couch.

"DAMIT MAC. What have I told you about seeking up on me."

Macaque just smirked at me while holding Tart in his arms. *wow, he is a massive jerk*

I gasped" you saved the cat from getting hurt but don't save me when I fall on my ass. I see how it is."

"Doll you know you are fine. Besides I will make it up to you," he smiled a soft one. "Mm-hm how are you tho?" I asked.

This made him smile more. Oh no he better not.

Third person:

Macaque summond two of his shadow clones behind Y/n, holding a big blanket.
By the time Y/n noticed she was to late. Y/n was now wrapped in to a blanket barreto.

"MACAQUE, WHY," Y/n screamed.

"I wanted cuddles, doll face."

Macaque pulled y/n close to him and helld her close. Although y/n could break out of their boyfriend's hold, he felt to tired to.

"You are lucky I am too tired to break out of this blanket barreto my emo monkey."

"But you still love me. Now hush you need to be quite while I hold you close to me," he smiled a soft smile for his lover.

"Mac can I at least bring my arms out. I promise I won't run out."

Macaque looked Y/n in their (e/c) eyes. He stared at her for a few more seconds before answering," fine. But if you lied to me I swear I will fucking kick you."

Y/n took his arms out of the little barreto she was in. *my arms are freee :D* they thought,buuuuuut to bad his legs and torso aren't. He is still in Mac's grasp.

Mac had his head buried withing Y/n's chest. That's when an idea came into Y/n mind

Y/n pov:

*I wonder if I can just pet him. Like a cat. He reminds me of one sometimes.*

I move my right hand to the side of Mac' head, passing his three ears, to the top of his head. I place it down gently and then *boom mission complet*.

Mac flinched at the touch and looked up at me with his breath taking eyes. I stare at him and he stares at me.

We were like this for a few seconds and I just started moving my hands up and down in a petting motion. His eyes never left mine, but then he puts his head on my chest and started to...*oh my fucking God. He is purring. He purr purr.*

If I was looking at a mirror I bet I have sparkles in my eyes. *hagdksjagshs. He is sooooo cute. Despite his tuff guy act he is so touch starved. I guess that's the reason why he never let me touch his face or head at times. Oh well.. hope this last forever*

Third person:

Y/n and Maquae slowly drifted to sleep. They were both comfortable one the couch in each other's imbrace.

💫Bonus💫

Tart pov:

Fuck this food. Ima eat my owners food.

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Word count: 917
Ending: hungry cat

A/n

Hoped you like. I have a feeling this story went out of place but oh well.

Byeeee

(P.s sorry if it's short)