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𝔦 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔨, 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭

𝖞𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖔❜𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 1: 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶; 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 2: 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔰, 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 4: 𝔰𝔞𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴

CW: delusion, attempted kissing, chase sequence, snitchery, thoughts of reader being a mother, vivid fears of dying, reader is temporarily locked away, reader gets hurt, SpanishDict translated Spanish.

This part switches between Miguel's POV and the Reader's. ♱ stands for the translation being at the bottom of the post. please let me know immediately if there are any errors!

Severe spoilers for Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse.

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𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

Miles Morales had escaped, run amok to another world. Jess and Ben were trying to hunt him down, but with no back history on the Go Home Machine, they were stuck playing the waiting game. Margo was working on it, but Miguel had a hunch that her heart wasn't in on it. Traitors, everywhere. And the most painful traitor of all refused to meet his eye. Miguel sat on a chair in front the containment bubble, elbows on his knees with his hands laced together. Y/N had been sealed away, red filament twisting around her like a hamster ball, or a puffed up cocoon. The grapefruit glow bounced off her skin, casting an ominous light over the blooming bruises around her midsection, where her suit had torn from the glass, where Miguel had hurt her. He hated self-confliction. Y/N had betrayed him, the Spider-Society, the multiverse-willingly aided Miles in his escape. She probably was the reason he got away. Y/N had made the conscious choice to forsake the canon. She had known Miles for all of an hour, at most. Y/N threw away everything to help a teenager that (to Miguel, at least) had no idea the damage he was causing. She completely the deserved the situation she was in. It didn't matter what the reasoning was. And now she sat, curled up in a fetal position on the floor, trapped inside a containment bubble, her back to him. Y/N didn't meet his eye, but he knew it wasn't an act of shame or cowardice. It was the idea that he wasn't worthy of it; the idea that he didn't deserve to see her eyes. That she wouldn't even grace him with the idea that she was looking at him. She was being punished like a toddler with time out. Y/N had made a mistake.

But Miguel loved her.

He couldn't dance around the word anymore. There was a monster clutching his beating heart, and it haunted his immortal soul. It was love, as twisted and convoluted as it was. Love for a woman that had her back to him, pointedly refusing to speak. Miguel had seen her anger before. Being on the receiving end felt like a nightmare. Just silence, as thought the two of them were preschoolers and the silent treatment was the most lethal weapon in the schoolyard. He expected her vitriol to be loud, the kind that breeds screaming matches-not this.

"Y/N." Miguel was met with (shocker!) more silence. "Where did Miles go? This is important." Silence. "Why would you do this. You've potentially damned the multiverse." Y/N shuffled a bit, if only to wiggly further away. "You've helped disrupt the canon." Miguel sighs. "You're an adult. You should know better. Miles was a stupid kid-" "That you body-slammed into a train." Y/N finally spoke, biting like a viper and tilting her head a bit to look at Miguel out of the corner of her eye. "A 15-year-old that you saw fit to chase on all fours. His reaction was reasonable." Miguel's conflict swelled. Y/N was talking in that dulcet angel tone, so succulent despite her anger. But her insistence was irritating. She absolutely should've understood, better than any of the teenagers, her little acolytes. Miles was new. It was true that his reaction was...understandable, to a degree. Hobie always broke the rules anyway. Gwen was going through a rough time, and Pav was there to have a good time. But Y/N's brother died because of an anomaly. She of all people should know the threat they pose.

"We tried explaining it to him. It was his choice that he didn't listen. You, on the other hand, you knew the consequences." "I'd rather be a proper hero and fight for what's right, to help those that need help. That's a concept that's hard for you to understand, right?" "Oh, so trying to protect the multiverse is wrong. Okay, okay. Esto es ridículo.♱" Miguel rose from the chair, muttering under his breath and turning with his hands on his hips. His head was reeling. He knew Y/N was stubborn, but this was absurd. "I'm holding every Spider, every world, together!" "Says the guy who didn't even get bit!" Y/N counters, quick as lightning. "If your canon events are so true, then how is Nueva York standing? You answer me that!" "Canon events can differ-" "By so much that there's not even a spider? Get real, Miguel! The kid isn't doing the-the-the-!" Y/N tripped over her words, rising from her curl on the ground and talking with her hands, trying to get her thoughts in one row. "The devastation that you think he is! Canon isn't infallible!" Miguel whipped around, realising he'd come face to face with Y/N. She was panting like a dog, a scowl buried under a grimace buried under a glare. Her eyes were steely, finally meeting Miguel's eyes like rocks crashing with the sea. It was a clash of wills.

And Miguel hated how much he loved it.

What a woman, honestly. If she was this passionate about protecting a teenager she'd just met, what would she be like with her own kids? Miguel was sure that Y/N would be wonderful, always coming to the kid's defense, without question. That venomous tongue would be soft-spoken to a child, one that would have Y/N's eyes and Miguel's hair. Maybe a little girl, a Gabriella that would truly be Miguel's own. No switching places with the dead. No feigning love for a woman he didn't know. No technicolour nightmares. His own little girl, from his own wife. And god! Y/N as a wife! She'd be so sweet, waking Miguel up in the mornings with light kisses, whispering sweet nothings to him, letting his hands water as his slips out of groggy dreams. The rising sun on her skin would light her up like a holy statue, and the moment Miguel was conscious he'd be happy (honoured) to worship. From the second he woke up, to the second he fell asleep, he'd be worshipping, down to his dreams being dictated by Y/N. Holidays, weekends, family trips, saving the multiverse together...it would be-

"What, you going brain dead? Are you even listening?"

Y/N's biting words dragged Miguel back to reality, as hateful as the idea of reality was. His daydreams were so much kinder than this. She was still upset, still trapped behind that red barrier, and they were still enemies. But after the vision of what they could have, it was like a tease to just keep playing cat and mouse. It would be cruel and unusual punishment to torture himself like that. It'd take convincing. A lot of it. But Y/N wasn't unreasonable. She was noble at heart and maybe a bit naïve. But she was a Spider at the end of the day, always looking for the best solution to terrible problems. And that's where it's important. That's okay. Relationships were about compromise, after all. "Y/N." Miguel spoke softly. He really couldn't hide his affections for much longer. It was spilling out of him like a cup, pouring through the cracks and spilling over the sides. And he saw how Y/N shifted. He could tell that she was figuring it out. She could see how he moved. And she slowly backed to the other side of the containment bubble, moving further away until her back was against the wall. Did it break his heart? A little bit, but this was going to take time. All things would.

"Y/N," He repeated. "We...really shouldn't fight. We're-we're special, you and I." Miguel got close to the containment bubble, watching Y/N.

He didn't realise it, but sometime in the last fifteen minutes, the bubble's purpose had changed. It started out as capturing a prisoner, a traitor, someone who was dangerous and could be a threat to society as a whole. But it changed to a shield, protecting a prey animal from a predator. It was Y/N's last safeguard from Miguel doing anything unwise. The dynamic shifted. Y/N could tell it-every hair was on end, every sense was on fire. But Miguel was oblivious. "I'm gonna shut this off," He tapped on the filament, and Y/N swallowed. "Promise me you won't go running off. We can have an adult conversation. We can talk." And maybe Y/N should've protested. She could've asked to keep it on, but who'd admit they were scared in a situation like this? So she stayed silent. She kept in her corner, and irritation reared it's ugly head again. Miguel was trying to be cordial. Why wouldn't she just promise? He was offering her freedom.

(Somewhat. Details didn't matter, not here, not now.)

It's not like he was going to hurt her. It's two measly words. Two words in exchange for a lifetime and some of love, affection, devotion. Was that really too hard of a deal?

"Promise." Miguel growled.

Instantly, Y/N put her hands up in mock surrender. "Promise! I promise." Miguel's heart bloomed. She could be so charming when she wanted to be. So disciplined and playful, a good wife, a good lover. Listening was the first step, and she was listening. Miguel could only grin. "Okay." He put his hands to the barrier as his heart raced. He was so close. A step or two more, and he would have the love of his life in his arms. And Y/N was staying still. There was no tension that he could see. She didn't look like she was about to run. She was just nervous. The red barrier folded out of itself, and quiet suddenly, it was just Miguel and Y/N in a room. When was the last time they'd done this? Miguel couldn't remember the last time it was just them. It was always either in fleeting moments or with other Spiders around. It was impossible to get Y/N alone, no matter how hard he tried. But here she was, just him and her and them and an empty room where no one was going to stop them. She didn't move, watching him like he were a predator in the savannah. Miguel didn't like to say that he was excited, per se. But there wasn't really another word for it.

His eyes scanned over Y/N's pretty face, every inch memorised in Miguel's mind. Her sharp eyes. Her cute nose. Her pretty lips. Her pretty lips. What would they taste like? Did she use lip gloss? What would that taste like? How would it feel to have her lips linger on his? These were dire questions, and Miguel was done waiting. He walked up to Y/N, slow and purposeful. He had to seem as non-threatening as possible to pull this off. And quick, because chances were Y/N was going to do something harsh, like slap him. But it was a small price to pay. After all, he had his whole life with Y/N ahead of him. He just needed to get it started.

Y/N was by no means a stupid woman.

She grew up with the same precautions every other girl did. Don't talk to strangers, they don't have candy in their van, and know when men are about to jump your bones. And in this case, she could practically smell Miguel's thoughts, like the gears in his brain were making smoke from how hard they were churning. She trusted him as far as she could throw him, if she tried throwing him when she was 12 and before she got bitten. That is to say, she didn't trust Miguel at all. He was a stupid, stupid man, and she needed to bolt. So, that's exactly what she did. Promises, schromises. Y/N could say whatever it took for Miguel to let her go, but at the end of the day, she had a responsibility to herself. For all his talk about having an adult conversation, she knew what the look in his eyes was. And when he began reaching for her cheek, Y/N knew it was now or never. Miguel's body weight was enough that she could web him up and hurl him into the nearby wall. It was like watching a cannonball get launched a Mach speed, and his surprised yelp was far more satisfying than it should've been. But he'd done this to himself, and as Y/N booked it down the hallway, she knew she was on a divine clock. Either luck or skill was going to get her out alive, and luck was unreliable at best. She had her hands, her webs, and her brain. That was going to have to make do.

A vast majority of the Spider-People were out, either in their own worlds or helping hunt down Miles. Poor Miles. He just wanted to save his dad. Y/N did her best, did the most she could, but right now? Right now, she had to focus on getting out alive, preferably with her pride intact. And as she heard Miguel's thundering footsteps behind her, an anguished yell, she found it in herself to go impossibly faster. Maybe if she was an outside observer, it would've been funny-a woman booking it past someone standing, only to be followed by a massive, 6'9 blue and red bullet on all fours. Wow. Miguel really did like just running like a dog. Y/N dove down into the lobby of the Spider-Society, ducking and weaving under bridges and platforms. Miguel leapt like an animal, clawing his way onto a platform above and dropping down.

"Stop running!" He barked, getting up to two legs again and reaching out. Y/N could feel his claws miss by a hair, and she leapt off the edge, swinging around and swerving to a platform above, stumbling into the containment room. Rows and rows and rows of sunset orange, anomalies staring at her with wide-confused eyes. None of them were the ones she'd caught, and as she heard Miguel claw up the side of the wall, she knew running wouldn't work forever. She had to do what Miles did-hide, outlast, outplay. These kids were getting too damn smart. Y/N dove behind the anomalous Rhino, praying that it wouldn't elect to shuffle over. It was the biggest thing in the room, the most stationary-and now Y/N realised she was putting far too much stock in luck. If Miguel found her, she genuinely didn't know what he would do. Would he cage her again? Hurt her? Kill her? It all seemed to be a possibility, all at once.

Now, all she could was hope the anomalies didn't sell her out.

In all honesty, she wouldn't blame them. The Spiders didn't have the most ethical treatment of anomalies. She wasn't even sure if they got fed, or what. But maybe a shared hatred for one particular Spider-Man would get it across. Y/N shared a look with a Doc Ock, and he stared at her. She grit her teeth, praying that somehow, the silent prayer would get across. A twitch throbbed in her neck from sheer tension, before the Doc Ock gave a barely noticeable nod. He looked away. It's a cold day in hell when the villains understood Y/N better than the 'good guys' did. Miguel burst into the room, claws tearing up the metal floor. Y/N could see a handful of the anomalies jump, all eyes on him. She had her back to him, and part of her hated how she'd put herself in such a compromising position. Short of her spider-senses, she wouldn't have a clue if she needed to run, and right now, she was having a Spider-Woman check engine light with how much the sense was going off already. It was rendered useless, because thank you very much, she was aware she was in danger.

"Vamos. Prometo que seré gentil.♱" Miguel cooed, heavy steps reverberating throughout the room. Maybe he was muttering to himself, or he genuinely was trying to speak to Y/N, but she knew better than to just leap out and go 'I'm here! Come and get me!'. Spider-Man was funny, but he wasn't stupid. And the same went for his 7290 variant. The anomalies all went silent, and Y/N felt her mouth go dry. It'd been so long since she'd last felt this genuinely terrified. Last time, she was 14, sobbing in an alleyway as she watched her uncle die. This time, she was being hunted by an obsessed, genetically infused daddy longlegs. This was absolutely, totally, completely fine.

"Mi corazón es tuyo. ¿Qué más se puede pedir?♱" Miguel kept muttering to himself, low and quiet and enough that if Y/N didn't have superior hearing, she wouldn't have picked it up. "I need you, I need you, I need you...you need me."

Mm. Y/N wrinkled her nose at that. That just sounded stupid.

Y/N kept her breathing controlled, trying to tame the soreness in her lungs and the shuddering breaths. Bile pooled in her throat as she heard Miguel slowly walk past the rhino, a shake in her hands that she hated acknowledging. But Miguel was terrifying. He was the ultimate predator, trying to hunt Y/N down like prey. She was prey, for the first time in years. She figured that maybe, if they'd done a better job of convincing Miles, then it would make sense. But if this was what the boy was seeing, feeling, then no wonder. She would've jumped off the bullet highway, too. Abruptly, there was a sudden crash, and Y/N's head whipped around to see that Miguel had thrown one of the containment contraptions, hurling it to the wall opposite to her. She practically jumped out of her skin, the bile leaping to her tongue in a bitter, acidic taste. Miguel swore hard in Spanish, howling like an injured dog, damaging more equipment and clawing up anything that wasn't an anomaly. With every hit, every swipe, Y/N flinched, because holy shit that could be her. He could pop her head off with a single slightly hard hit, and it'd be over.

He stalked out of the room, leaping down to the Go Home Machine below. Y/N's sigh of relief felt like it was shared with the whole room, all the anomalies relaxing at once. It's like a thread had been pulled out of a fabric, letting it finally fall the way it was meant to. One anomaly, a fucked up Green Goblin, did a dramatic flop to the floor. Y/N shut her eyes, taking a deep breath. At this point, she'd just abandon ship-leap out the nearest window and web her way out of the city before Miguel could deactivate her watch. And even if he did, then she'd hide out. Nueva York was insane, a metal jungle. She could spend the rest of her life hiding out there, if she had to.

"Beep beep."

Y/N's eyes flew open, looking to her left. Her gut plummeted. Miguel's golden boy, his favourite, one of their best, stood next to her, exactly 4 centimetres high. LEGO Spider-Man, with his teeny little watch. Before, Y/N thought he was cute, like a dog or something. But as his watch flickered to life and the visage of Miguel appeared, she regretted every single instance of her almost stepping on him. "H-Hey, wait-!" She whispered, harsh. "Don't-!" "Miguel, I got eyes on Y/N!" LEGO Spider-Man moved in a way that only a LEGO minifigure could, his head rotating a little bit. The Miguel avatar slowly turned, locking eyes with Y/N, and her blood froze. "Thanks, Peter. You're one of our best for a reason." "Beep beep." LEGO Spider-Man shut off the watch, looking to Y/N. "Sorry. Nothing personal." There was silence for a second.

"Peter." Y/N said. "You fucking suck."

She picked up the LEGO and proceeded to chuck him as far as she possibly could, launching him into the lobby and watching him fall. Some of the anomalies groaned, and already Y/N could hear Miguel barreling his way back to the room. Why the hell could she not catch a break? She only had a handful of options, most of which weren't actually options she could do. There was turning herself in-a non-option. There was calling for help-another non-option. And then there was simply...jumping out the window. The same thing Miles did. Which...felt cliché. Would Miguel really fall for the same thing twice? Literally? Miguel ran into the room, sliding across the floor. There was a moment where he looked up to Y/N, eyes wide and wild. His grin was wide, panting hard with his fangs poking his bottom lip. A flush had bloomed on his face, his eyes blown out like he was on drugs. "There you are," He hissed.

Well. The window it was.

Y/N's sides still hurt from the last time she got tossed out a window. This time, she gave herself the courtesy of bracing herself with her arms, but the glass still hurt like hell. It cut into her arms as Miguel genuinely shrieked, running out after her. There was a moment where Y/N was just in a free-fall, taking a second to reflect on her situation. Did she wake up this morning expecting any of this? No. If she had, she would've texted her neighbour to keep an eye on her fish. But nooo. She just had to get herself mixed up in super-hero shenanigans. She crossed her arms, a petulant scowl on her face. Maybe she still could call to make sure her fish would be okay. Miguel hurtled out the window after her, a hand reaching out to catch the front of her suit. His claws were out, the extra inch and a half proving far more of a threat than Y/N liked. She spun down and webbed Miguel's foot, yanking him down and using him as velocity to shove herself up. He tried the same trick on her, but if there was one thing she had on the 'kilogram of steel vs kilogram of feathers' built Spider was that she was that much faster. She yanked her foot out of the way, webbing to the side of the Spider-Society and slamming into the glass of a floor she'd never even been on before. Miguel plummeted like a brick to the ground, webbing to a building that was that much lower. Y/N had a total of two minutes to decide what the hell she was going to do. So...what was she going to do?

♱ - This is ridiculous. - Come on out. I promise I'll be gentle. - My heart is yours. What more could you ask for?

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Her Past Is Their Torture

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Angst/No Comfort (yet), SFW, talk of death, readers fake funeral is mentioned, fake identity is mentioned, healing wound referenced, A gun is mentioned one time, words "terrorist group" is used once, nothing to serious!

Things to know: reader themself is never referenced looks wise so this is POC friendly! Also if you decide to follow me after reading, READ MY PINNED POST, thank you ♡

Notes: I wrote this in 3 hours after not writing anything for a while, so I hope this is okay! This somehow is getting turned into a mini-series, but I cannot make any promises on how fast each part will come out, but it will be a happy ending!! Kind of proof read but not really so sorry for any errors <3

Part 1 Part 2 (You’re here!)

You were not supposed to be alive. Your heart had stopped while you were lying in the arms of the man you loved but somehow you were alive sneaking your way through the base that you used to call home.

Today was the day of your funeral, a month after the incident, you knew it would be your only chance to make it onto base to grab a few of your main keepsakes from your room, and no matter how bad of an idea it was, you wanted to stop in Simon’s room one last time.

Laswell didn't know you were here as far as she knew you were on your way to pick up everything to complete your temporary new identity. A 24-year-old from the States wanting to get some traveling in after completing nursing school before going back home to start their job as an ER nurse. Enough information to satisfy anyone that wanted to have a chat but nothing that would be too memorable.

Kate was the first person you saw after you woke up in a room that was decorated with floral designs that reminded you of the worn couch that sat in your grandmother's living room until the day she passed away. She told you that your getting shot that night wasn’t a coincidence and that the same people you've spent the last few years running from were once again coming after you.

Before you became part of Task Force 141 you had previously been part of a different unit, one that now has no evidence of existing after a mission that went haywire. You had all been tasked to eradicate a terrorist group that had supposedly made threats to multiple governments not knowing that you were not the first unit being sent in, that it was a death wish going after them. You and your captain had been the only ones to survive at first until four months later you woke in the middle of the night to a frantic phone call from him saying that they were going to come for you next, the sound of a shotgun being cocked, then the line went dead. Not ten minutes later you had packed a bag and were getting ready to go out the backdoor when you heard your front door being kicked in, if it hadn't been for your captain making that call you would've been dead too.

From that day you spent two years running, going everywhere from China to The United States, to Poland, to Japan, anywhere you could hide until Kate had you staying in the UK which is when she introduced you to Captain John Price and you officially became part of task force 141. Price was the only one that knew your full story until you told Simon but you never got the chance to tell him that you might have to keep running one day. That the people that were after you would only show up to try and kill you to then disappear without a trace until they decided to come after you again.

You had become too comfortable, too hopeful that they were not going to come after you again, that maybe it was all over but the healing bullet wound in your side states otherwise.

You shake your head to get out of your thoughts and continue to make your way through the base while keeping your head down.

~~**~~

This morning you had watched to make sure all of the task force members had left so that you didn't risk running into any of them. You had already been to your room making sure to grab the necklace Soap and Gaz had gifted you on your birthday last year, the little notebook Soap would doodle in when he would sit in your room with you, the t-shirt you had stolen from Simon’s closet, and a coffee mug that Price had jokingly given you that said “dad’s favorite”.

You knew it was all pointless stuff but the little things had always meant the most to you especially when it was things that people that were as close to family as you'll get had given you.

Walking through the men's barracks would not be a good idea usually but today they were mostly barren for obvious reasons. You quickly made it to Simon’s room having to resist stopping in Gaz’s room and staying focused. Oddly enough the door was unlocked but you didn’t think much of it, mainly just thanking the stars that you got lucky enough that he forgot.

You make your way into the room gently shutting the door behind you and move until you're standing beside his bed closing your eyes for a moment taking a deep breath, taking in the smell of pine and cedar mixed with notes of vanilla and a small hint of smoke.

You open your eyes and finally let your eyes drift across the room. The room itself is completely clean not a thing out of place almost as if it hadn't been touched since the morning before that last mission what catches your attention though is the small desk in the corner that is currently the dirtiest you've ever seen it, covered in a few stacks of paperwork, mugs that have dried-out tea bags in them, and not so shockingly your file. It was sitting on top of everything else but you could tell from the creases and a few dirt stains in the manilla folder that it had been opened multiple times and maybe even thrown or dropped a few times.

You feel in your pocket for the folded note that you had written the night before and pull it out. You stare at it for a moment before opening the folder and sliding it in between some papers at the bottom of the stack hoping that he’ll find it. As soon as you close the folder you hear some voices coming down the hallway and make your way towards his closed closet waiting to see if you’ll need to hide. You hear the voice fade and let out the breath you were holding until you see the door handle turning and frantically throw yourself into the closet hiding behind his clothes and trying to shut the door.

Simon comes into your view for a moment and you see him looking around the room, you hear him let out a sigh before taking a deep breath and you see his body go rigid, you freeze hoping he didn’t hear you, and hear him sniff again almost as if he smells something weird. He turns towards the closet and you can see his eyes settle on the door, you want to slap yourself for not making sure to close it all the way and suck in a breath as he takes a step forward reaching out to open the door but before he can you hear his door open again.

“You got that file you were looking for Lt.?” Soap asks from the doorway.

Simon looks at the closet door one more time before turning to the desk and grabbing the file, “Yeah Johnny, let’s go.”

You wait in the closet for another five minutes before you decide that it’s safe to venture out and quickly make your exit, locking the door behind you before you sneak off base.

As soon as you reach your car the burner phone that was in the center console starts ringing the screen saying ‘GREEN’ in big bold letters meaning that it’s Kate. You pull out the phone and answer it while starting the car. “Where are you? You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago.”

“I'm almost there Kate, I’ll be there soon. Promise.” You sigh before hanging up.

Hi my lovelies, I hope you enjoyed the second part to Open Wounds and War Paint! Feedback is appreciated but not necessary. As always I hope you have a great day/night. <3

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mmorw · 1 year

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saw that omega post about chae yul and i would like to hear more🙏🙏

ofc ofc ✍️✍️

cw: fluff. smut. stalking. harassment. sensitive topics. fingering. toxic behavior. toxic relationship. etc more tags but i'm lazy. short thirst.

!! English is not my first language 🤘 any spelling or grammatical errors, notify by dm.

Chae Yul can be a cute little chew that you can change with your own hands, no matter what shape or appearance you give him; he will be more than happy to satisfy you.

you were always so sweet and kind to him, from high school until you graduated, his heart had been shattered when one day you just left and you couldn't bring yourself to tell him about it, even though you had been courting each other for years.

years later, after so many searches, sick stalking and visits to different universities all over Korea, he finally managed to find you and promised never to let you go again.

Is this something similar to what had happened with Eun Sian? maybe, only you didn't have a mother who tried to kill him in progress.

He didn't have to pretend to be his sister, did he? he would have to get close to you and just be able to finally snuggle into your arms and kiss you, smell your satisfying scent and melt into you.

he did a lot of things for you, maybe some more sickening than others; he didn't want to finish college, he didn't want to find a job, he definitely didn't want anything more than you.

He was looking at the pictures on his cell phone as he masturbated, your kind face and smile from a gorgeous angle were enough to make him squirt and whimper, his dry throat almost screaming for you and your name as his fingers wouldn't stop going deeper inside him.

his legs trembled and his nipples were hard, his hands groping himself and forcing him to believe it was you, deepening your love for him, having a beautiful family together—

Chae Yul could be a good mom ! he swore it ! no matter how many kids you wanted to have, he would more than agree !

he would be there in the kitchen peeling potatoes, a nice tablecloth adorning his body while the puppies were sitting and frolicking at the table, helping their omma with lunch for appa.

imagine you coming through the door, setting your coat and briefcase aside to go and sweetly kiss him as you held his waist, listening to his soft purrs as the puppies joined you and asked to be lifted into your arms.

you two would watch the puppies grow up, see them go to school all the way through college, then it would be just the two of you with a bunch of grandchildren to care for and spoil, surrounded by a great family lineage!

would be a nice family, such a cute one! ♡

#dom male reader #alpha reader #dom reader #alpha! reader #omega Chae Yul #┊Chae Yul — Secret Alliance.#secret alliance omegaverse #lel idk what more #🎉‼️

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yan-lorkai · 4 months

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Wrote this for Solomon's birthday, I didn't post on my birthday and I even forgot to post lol. I think this is my fluffiest fic so far. Enjoy!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, fluff, softest soft yandere!

Solomon found himself in his office surrounded by parchment, ancient books and potions, so focused that he couldn't even hear you opening the door or smell the tea he loved so much that you were carrying. The sight in front of you was so familiar that all you could do was watch it, rolling your eyes gently.

The reddish light from the candles cast shadows on his silky gray hair, and a tired expression began to creak over his face, but as always your mentor remained focused on what he was doing. The sharp sound of the quill scratching the paper echoed in the room, muttering to himself as he worked on something.

Smiling, you approached him.

"Solly, how about you rest with me for a bit?" You handed him the steaming cup of tea, hiding a smile when you saw him start, already taking a place in the armchair next to his.

He looked up from his parchments, completely taken aback by your presence, but a goofy smile danced across his lips. "Oh, honey, you read my mind. What did I do to deserve you?"

You laughed at his comment and drank your tea in slow sips, enjoying the liquid that slowly warmed your body. The silence for both of you was more than welcome, there was something incredibly intimate about just sitting next to him and enjoying his presence and he felt the same, you could tell by the way his mouth curved into a smile and his eyes closed.

Curious, you pointed to the manuscripts that rested on his desk. "What are you doing this time?"

Solomon smiled mysteriously, his piercing gaze fixed on you. "Working to fix small errors in a spell I'm creating."

You wanted to ask what kind of spell it was or what it was for, but Solomon loved his little mysteries and would never give you an answer until he was finished. Instead, you changed the subject. "Well, leave that for later I prepared a picnic for us and I'm going to take you whether you want it or not." You declared proudly.

You had planned everything from a to z. On any other day you would have to help the brothers and put up with being dragged into their shenanigans, but not today, today you would guide Solomon to a beautiful clearing behind Cocytus Hall where you would have a picnic and then, well, you would think of something to lengthen the day spent with him.

Any moment spent with him would be incredible. Just like it was when you heard him tell stories of his adventures before you went to sleep or when his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer in the early hours of the morning, hearts beating together and him very gently drying your tears after a nightmare or the longing of being to far in the past from your home.

Here he had become your safe haven, your own guardian that protected you from everything and loved you greatly.

"Grab your cloak and meet me outside." You left a small kiss on his cheek before standing up, booping his nose and laughing at his lovestruck expression.

You were very sweet to him. That was probably what Solomon thought as he threw his cloak over his shoulders, finished drinking his tea, and walked out of his office, abandoning all his work.

His birthday had no meaning to him. Henever got to celebrate as a child and the date didn't value anything for him now, but Solomon was more than happy to follow you around and be able to receive your attention without having to share it with anyone. He was selfish when it came to you, every look, every word, every smile, Solomon likes to be on the receiving end of all of this and more.

If anyone else had disrupted when he was working, he would promptly ignore them. But it was you, sweet you that, so without thinking twice, he followed you. Along the way you held his hand, sometimes pointing to a cloud that had a funny shape and making him laugh.

The clearing was different from other places you had seen in Devildom. It was like a haven of silver light that illuminated every little corner its rays touched, dancing between the leaves of the tall trees, creating a play of soft shadows on the ground covered in a mix of soft grass and wildflowers. It was perfect, just like you wanted Solomon's day to be.

You placed the basket full of food on the floor and turned to look at him tenderly, watching surprise spread across his face before gaining appreciation and excitement. His surprise was evident on his face, but it quickly melted away, replaced by appreciation and excitement. You had meticulously planned this and seeing his reaction filled you with joy.

With a gentle smile, you gestured for him to join you on the soft blanket spread out under a oak tree. As he settled beside you, his eyes sparkled with gratitude and affection. You couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at the sight of his happiness and lovestruck expression.

"Sometimes I forget how good it feels to take a break and just enjoy the moment," Solomon admitted softly. The smile on his lips made your heart jump inside your ribcage and smile too.

The world had failed to give him a nice birthday party so you hoped that being there with you would be enough to show him how important he was to you. There were many things you still wanted to tell him, that you wanted to show, for now you worried about filling his glass with juice.

"Well, in that case I have to start getting you out of your office more." You smiled.

Together, you shared the delicious food you had prepared, savoring each bite as you basked in the tranquility of the peaceful surroundings and the soft song only birds could sing. The shy moon cast a silvery glow over you two just like you planned.

As the afternoon drifted lazily by, you found yourselves lost in conversation, laughter, and shared memories. The worries of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by the simple joy of being together in this god forsaken timeline where you are trapped. But for as long Solomon could hold you like this you would be content.

#yandere obey me #yandere solomon #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #solomon x mc #solomon x reader #yandere solomon x mc #yandere solomon x reader #tw yandere

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seokka0o · 10 months

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• 中耒田悠真 / Your Fucking Cat!

Living in inner cities usually tend to be quieter, away from traffic, busy life. You've lived your whole life in that sleepy seaside town in Japan, where nothing tended to go out of the ordinary, where you lived your life normally as a student and part-time worker. But nothing that an atypical cat and his insufferable owner can't make everything hell in your life for the next month.

Contain: afab!reader // Enemies to lovers // slow burn // neighbor Yuma// Biker Yuma

Warnings: Cursing// making out/ eventual smut // fight // threats// mention of alcohol// minor do not interact // unprotected sex// oral// Yuma it's a little obsessed

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Author: it's a long time since my last post, I missed you guys a lot, I want to apologize for my dissappear and I hope you all enjoy this ♡ English it's not my first language so may have some grammatical errors, I'll read again later and proofread properly, also feedbacks are apreciate

I - The cat

You didn't hate cats in general, you've never been the type to hate animals, not least because you've had some throughout your life, even if at that specific moment you didn't have any. But that cat needed to look like it had a serious problem with you, almost personally, as if for some reason it had been trained in this kind of art. Your house was never a den or attraction for any type of animal, whether domestic or not, you had been living there for a few months since your parents moved, so everything still didn't seem to fit, even more so to raise a new pet.

you also started to want to learn new habits, after so many years of your life as a person who barely leaves the house, you began to understand that you should open the windows more during the day, to ventilate the house and not give you that feeling of abandonment constant you felt after your parents moved to another city. it sounded like a great idea anyway, you felt more motivated to study, even to do your homework and also to do housework more often.

It all started subtle, the first time you saw the white cat he was in your backyard, he was casually hunting some birds and the general problem was not him making your backyard a private bathroom, but the curiosity to know where the cat came from took on a great proportion when he learned to invade your house through the windowsill that faced the kitchen. The mess he starts to make trying to steal food and then finally the stage where he breaks into your room and starts stealing your things, including your makeup and socks, which you know you'll never see the pair again.

From there his mission began, to find this cat, where he lived and who he belonged to, so that he could end that problem once and for all, or at least find your lost objects. But it wasn't an easy task, the cat usually doesn't appear by default, most of the time he's always appearing, coming out of random rooms making you think that it could be some kind of hallucination. In the end, it was up to you to keep your eyes very sharp because you couldn't bear to lose your things to a mischievous animal.

Some neighbors mentioned some hypotheses when you occasionally mentioned the problem with this cat, saying that it was not common to have stray animals there and that even if it was the description of the animal, it implied that it was not there because it was looking for food or shelter of something, so it turned out that you couldn't get anywhere. that same week you didn't see him either, but even though he was attentive he seemed to understand that he was being watched, since he didn't even show any signs of life, because of that you ended up letting it go at that moment, you already had too many things to worry about.

II - Nakakita

you spent the whole morning on a process, in addition to your ordinary activities you had this damn plan that you spent the entire last morning replanning, after all you were still interested in knowing where the animal came from and you were absolutely sure that it would resurface at any moment. Soon the attentive eyes in each and every room in the house were a mere detail, from today's date that should not pass. all the windows in the room were open, you were at your computer doing some work when the figure of the white cat appeared, it took you a few seconds to notice its presence, but it was inevitable when he jumped to your desk and from there pulled one of your socks Brazenly, he swore he was being subtle as he moved, but in your peripheral vision you saw everything, ready to capture him for good.

you were about to move when he started running and you, as a hopeful act of getting this resolved, ran following him to the exit of the house.

you followed him without a second thought. dropped the computer and onto the bed and started running out of the room, the cat went down the hall and into the living room, you did the same route trying to keep up, but already starting to lose pace with him. the cat advanced through the living room window and you took the way through the exit door, stopping a second before putting on your slippers, it took a few seconds of you looking from side to side in search of the feline. until you saw him following the sidewalk on the right side, you shouted for him as if you were a thief and desperately started to run through the empty neighborhood, also in the way you could since the animal ran a few good steps ahead.

When the run started to get tiring was when you noticed that you had run a block after that damned cat, this one that had already fled from your eyes, ran somewhere, and at that moment your body gave in to tiredness and you forced yourself to stop , the unbearable heat made your body sweat and in a flash you could see the cat cross with the sock in its mouth into a house, casually, through the front door and then disappear. Perfect! You could finally put an end to this hell that had been your life for the last few weeks. With hope and confidence that he would finally be able to have some peace in his quiet life.

You walked to the garden, still out of breath, the letterbox clearly marked with the last name Nakakita, you sighed softly, took a deep breath when remembering that it was the family you repeatedly heard some neighbors complain about misbehavior, not the whole family in general, but from the only son who recurrently shows the lack of manners with the others, well, it was up to you to try to create some sympathy and get your stuff back.

They were also the kind of rich family on the block, the ones with the biggest and most expensive house, even if rarely seen. the providers were almost anonymous, uncommunicative and you would really like to have something to say, but all you had in your power was what you heard from others out there and the only thing you would want was to ensure that their pet stopped haunting the your life.

You walked along the stone path, stopped in front of the wooden door and rang the bell, your tired body showing the abandonment that almost made you go back home, but that in the desperate and unpresentable act you were there for the sake of a good coexistence. which was right to point out, you wouldn't want to get in trouble with anyone, let alone people with such high status.

The door opened suddenly, the cat was on the boy's lap with a confused expression. The time it took you to shoot the cat with your eyes, was the same time it took that boy to analyze you from head to toe, the slipper, the pajamas, the tired sweaty face, the tangled hair, all of this was tattooed on his eyelids what directed a somewhat mocking smile from his lips, there you already understood what kind of spoiled boy you were about to deal with.

"May I help? " A tone came out from under him, as if the problem there was you for disturbing his and the feline's day.

"Ah... I came here to ask you to be able to don't know, put protection screen in your house, your cat is invading my house and stealing my things " You tried to be cordial, even if it didn't seem like it, you know your reasoning had already abandoned you "I'd also like to ask for my stuff back…everything he stole, please."

A dead silence grew, the expression of mockery seemed to grow in it, which made you frown and then take a step back, hoping that was a beginning of apology and problem solving. But deep down you already knew no, the look of someone who dared say something to annoy you was clear.

"If you have a problem with Shiro, then you should leave your doors and windows closed... I can't interfere with his freedom" The boy left a simple caress over the cat's white fur and then sighed putting him on the ground, like this the feline started to rub himself on his legs. "He's a good cat, I'm sure he's just coming in to play with you, he would never steal anything."

It cost you a lot to believe that he was serious, it didn't seem like a plausible comment and you didn't even know how to get around the situation because it seemed obvious that he didn't care about your request dearly. you needed to take a deep breath to compose yourself, to understand that it wouldn't be smart for you to act like you were about to explode, even if the other one started asking for it at that point.

"So you're telling me it's my problem? " You asked

"Exactly, no one but you seems bothered so you should solve it yourself " He replied "Do you have anything else to say?"

The way he looked completely nonchalant made your blood boil in dimensions you'd never felt before.

"Are your parents at home" You ask again

"Why do you want to know ?"He asks

"Because I want to talk to them" You answer

"You don't have to, I already gave you the solution, solve it yourself" he continues.

"Do you really want to make our life difficult?"You question

"You who are making your own life difficult, now if you'll excuse me, I need to go"

And then he simply closed the door, without any warning, without any education and you stayed there, planted, not understanding how you would do it then, if it was pertinent protection screen your house, and then the realization that then it would be war, between you and the damn cat owner, because until that was resolved, neither of you would have peace and you weren't willing to change your lifestyle because of an animal that wasn't yours.

III- The Beach

"His name is Yuma, from Koga's group who lives causing headaches to the neighborhood people" Euijoo said with the glasses lying on his face, this one that he adjusted with his fingers, thus directing attention to the cell phone next to him move in a relaxed way, as if this whole issue wasn't causing enough headaches. " Although Koga is not a problem, others will not always be too"

koga definitely not, once it used to be someone close to him, when younger, your mother and his mother were school friends so you could say with all the words that he was someone docile enough. however very impartial, he would never be able to question his own friend for the shitty behavior they has with people, unfortunately, he wasn't useful to you at all.

"Damn it, how can he say it's my problem if it's his fucking cat? Are you aware of the damage? He's stealing everything!" You rubbed lipstick over your lips and then checked your appearance in the mirror " It's not going to look like this."

"Certainly, a waste of time, you should just put protection screens, you won't lose anything with it " Ej rolled his eyes and turned away from the screen to your vision in the mirror, this one that was already staring at him with indignation " besides an amount Of money"

"I won't give in, if you had seen how he treated me " You grumbled and then got up looking at the time on the phone "not to mention that the cat is not mine…I have no responsibility."

"So it turns out we're not going anywhere…it's just a debate to see who throws the most tantrum"he gets up bored, stretches his back and waits for you to finish.

"Honestly…I don't have anything else to declare" Without much more debate you left, for the first time to unwind some mutual friends called you to some kind of social party close by the beach, same as usual, drink beer, talk, nothing too much and at first everything was great, you managed to forget about the cat story while discussing the latest gossip around the small town you live in.

The weather was very pleasant, there weren't that many people and despite the relatively loud sound, Euijoo managed to find somewhere close to the sand, along with his car. You were now on the passenger seat, the door open and a pleasant conversation, making you laugh again and again as you remembered random moments that ended up happening in college during the last week before the holidays.

Then the troupe appeared, seven people with a very specific appearance, but which you didn't bother to meet, besides Koga with the same figure as every other party and the hot owner who caught you from afar with that smug face. He seemed desperate for that, even though you had no further contact with him besides, it seems he tattooed your face so that every time he saw you he could create that extremely heavy mood.

Your clear discomfort turned your attention to the other side when they started to arrive and greet everyone and without any question showed sympathy, the circle grew considerably when everyone started talking and in a way you avoided any possible eye contact with Yuma, due to the discomfort of the more resolved situation and the fact that he was just looking for the opportunity to say something.

Genuinely, it wasn't his intention to touch on anything, because everything already seemed pretty clear on both sides, so all that lack of sensitivity of yours due to the fact that he was so rude to you even without knowing you made you believe that, yes, he was completely capable of doing much worse, so your intention was to leave without a fuss. But like nothing in your life seems simple so you moved to leave the voice from the bottom of your soul cut the subject

"Where are you going?" Koga, the face of someone who was ready to add fuel to the fire, you knew him well enough to understand where that would lead, even because those dark eyes hardly showed anything " did something happen…?"

"Leave y/n alone, the story of the cat still seems to hurt their feelings" Yuma commented, letting the silence disturb between you two again.

"The problem is not the cat, the problem is the imbecile owner who doesn't know how to take care of him" You replied with the anger that had already accumulated since the last week "and I don't need to justify why I want to leave"

"I know how to take care of my cat, now I can't do anything about his adventures inside your house " He continued "I already said that it's not my problem"

"Certainly not, maybe I should fix it and disappear with the cat " You released the last sentence and before any plausible threat you left Yuma without the chance to return the answer and left. And for obvious reasons he sneered at the futile threat of saying he'd put an end to that cat without definitely meaning to, you just wanted some peace of mind.

obviously you ended up not going home alone, some time alone was enough to clear up, you always hated feeling subjugated and this way of yuma approaching you is something that sounds very offensive despite the very little coexistence, you were trying to deal with it in a good way, but he insisted this kind of behavior and you hate it.

IV - The Necklace

You had already been looking for your necklace for hours, a gift from the family, more specifically from your mother, she had given it to you as a present for your 16th birthday and you carelessly took it off so you could take a shower, making sure you would be on top of the desk. But as soon as you left the bathroom you noticed that it was no longer there, causing an incessant search for the necklace, both in the room and in the whole house, that was already getting on your nerves, you really didn't want to have to make an effort and go to the yuma's house, but you didn't have any other choice, Shiro could only have stolen it and in a way you still had the pretense if you confronted him

you move again, it was almost night when you started walking towards the nakakita's house, an absurd silence, nothing very inviting, but it was no more than five minutes walking until you reached that specific house, entering the stone road and stop in front of the door, where the bell rang. Again he received you, this time more casually than he usually shows, yuma was certainly focused on something else when he realized that it was you at his door.

"What now?" this one said

"not to interrupt, but I want my necklace back, and I know it's in there somewhere" you answered his question briefly, trying your best not to get into so many arguments " would you please fix this… or I will have to report you."

yuma seemed very surprised by the way, normally he would have a quick answer, but before calculating any syllables he just pushed the door for you to enter

"enter and look for yourself then " yuma said with some disdain. you looked at him suspiciously and then you shrugged, entering the house slowly, paying attention to every expensive detail that house contained, from the wooden floors to the color of the ceiling, the style of decoration, a perfectly organized house, it was like if no one lived there " if you can find something I'll give my arm to cheer"

"I will, I think it's good to start thinking about your apology" you turned to him, in a smug smile and then looked around again "where is your room?"

"You won't go in there" yuma said

"So it means it's there " you countered, making him roll his eyes and then walk inside, following the corridor on the right and going to the end, where his room was. you followed him, not forgetting that now it looked like someone lived there, the room a bit messy, like someone who spends so much time trapped , food packaging and an infernal mess, at this moment you regretted having agreed to go in to look for it "it is serious?"

"What? it was you who asked…I'm not responsible for anything" he said leaning against the doorframe, smiling right after.

"I don't know who I hate more, I swear, Yuma, fix this fucking cat, and find a way to return my necklace, or I'll kill you two" the threat was clear, Yuma's eyes sparkled in happiness, he knew you wouldn't be able to do anything but swear, but he was starting to like your hot temper.

"Don't make me laugh, y/n" he replied in his passive-aggressive way "you love to joke, but I already made it clear that I'm not going to do anything about Shiro, if it wasn't like that in the past, it won't be like that now"

you took a deep breath, pulling all the air you had out of your lungs, the eye contact was intense, the hostile atmosphere showed how much you were willing to give yuma a good punch in the face, but contained everything within yourself so as not to end up being arrested.

"I already warned you, I want my things as soon as possible or I'll denounce you." you turned around again, following to the exit of yuma's house

"Don't forget to knock on the door!" he shouted from the end of the corridor and you did the favor, slamming the door before returning to your residence, with ready tears of hate, running down your face, thinking that thanks to yuma and that cat now an important gift had been lost.

V- Missing cat

Since the unfortunate occurrence no more than a few days had passed, everything was pretty calm by the way, the threat seemed to have worked when the cat stopped appearing, even though you didn't get your belongings back still your life was getting back to normal, everything seemed have settled in and you would never deal with yuma's presence in your life again. What was happiness, everything perfect, far from the arts of that animal. The day was very sunny, bringing a good feeling, the rest in your living room and then the bell rang and without waiting for your answer they started knocking incessantly, with the urgency of being answered you got up and went to the door, opening it and wish it was a demon, a thief, you'd be less nervous than having to deal with Yuma's enraged face.

"Where's my cat? I swear I'm capable of kill you now" The threat sounded genuine, which left you with a question mark over your head.

"Have you gone mad for good? What the fuck?" You didn't understand, nothing had happened for days and that was why?

"You were very clear in implying that you were going to disappear with my cat, give him to me now or I'll call the police for you!" the tone of voice began to rise in an absurd way

"Fuck you, Yuma, did you really think I was going to disappear with the cat? What's your problem?" you questioned genuinely, even if irritated "I'm the one who should call the police"

"I want my cat now!" Yuma acted like a spoiled child, when he invaded his house and started searching for his cat "Shiro!"

You followed him without understanding, if that was what he considered plausible then you would let him break face. What exactly happened, you were wasting time fighting and he, apparently, was paying with his poison, even if he didn't wish the animal harm, could wish Yuma's harm, even a little

"Did you even notify the neighborhood? I warned you that something could go wrong" You said while he went through your room looking for the cat. literally going through everything as if you had stolen the most expensive jewel in the world, apparently it was becoming a habit to go through each other's house

"No, you said you were going to put an end to him" He replied stopping what he was doing to look at you "so I know who's to blame for that."

"I said I should, not that I would, are you stupid?" You rolled your eyes, crossed your arms in front of your body and in an accelerated radius he approaches to be able to put you against the frame leaving you in a very confused expression, he was so panting that he started to scare you, it looked like he had run a marathon before getting there " Excuse me ?"

"I want my cat and you will help me find it" He threatened

"What if I don't want to? Apparently it's not my problem " You whispered by the bold proximity he took returning in kind, making it clear that he wasn't going to leave your residence for nothing

"Then we are going to have a very big problem. That cat costs more than you and this whole house, you don't want to pay compensation or even end up in jail, do you? It's good to start helping" Yuma at this point didn't seem scary in general, you could see a certain desperation in his eyes, maybe a very implicit plea and a way of saying that he needs to solve that and he would be capable of anything to solve it . " or I'll make a point of spreading the word to the neighborhood that you mistreat my cat"

"you what?" you asked "are you crazy?"

"I'm serious!" and indeed he was, you could see the expression in his eyes, making it clear that he would do anything to get that animal back, and you were the target.

"Okay, but only because I need to prove that I wasn't the one who stole your cat" You said walking away, following the path out of your room.

It was already very late when you started looking, in a silent truce, you still felt the heavy mass, but you limited yourself to giving time to the few hours of daylight looking for the cat, going to places where you two could consider he was or went through. Yuma said at some point that they were all keeping an eye on the cat, that if by chance they had any sign he would be immediately notified. Your tired feet again gave no truce, you and Yuma wander with some caution through the places, imagining where the cat could be safely, even if at that time it seemed strange that he had disappeared so suddenly.

"I didn't steal it, just making it clear…"You were sighing low looking under some cars that were parked on the street, but without much success, walking normally back to Yuma who was walking ahead.

"I know" He replied a little more centered, look straight ahead, in fact he seemed way out of his center, kind of giving up "You wouldn't be an imbecile at this point"

"Then why make this hell?" You asked

"You are the only one besides me who knows him well enough not to confuse, Shiro is selective, he would certainly come to you just as you would to him" Yuma shrugged and sat down at a bus stop near the end from the street "You chased my cat for a block, he's not even recognizable to your eyes"

You rolled your eyes remembering the atrocity of going all that way after the feline thief of things, without any enthusiasm to debate it, but agreeing that Shiro was like family to you.

"Definitely " You said quitter "Is the cat really more expensive than me?"

"Yes, without a doubt" He laughed, it was the first you saw that, outside of that mocking expression, making your stomach turn, somehow that prominent fang was too attractive. You diverted your attention, turned to the empty street and already only lit by the light pole "But my parents tend to be like that, maybe that's why he needs to be found. I'm going to be disinherited, I had a job and I managed to do it wrong, he belongs to my mother, and she likes him more than me, trust me"

"So you should close everything so he doesn't run away" you continued

"I tried, but he's leaving for a very specific place which I don't know what it is…so it's kind of impossible to contain him…sometimes I don't even notice" at that moment you felt like a clown, yuma giving that whole speech of not interfering with the cat's freedom, since it was something much simpler to justify…it was all pranks, as expected.

"It turns out that we don't even know which direction he went after all" you didn't get too involved in this melancholy conversation, you just stood up, looking directly at the boy from the gray hodie " Let's go, this is getting macabre in the dark, if Shiro goes back, will definitely be home"

You started walking in front, going all the way back to your house, tired from that walk. Yuma didn't take too long to follow, walking in the not so deadly silence anymore, and certainly you needed that respite, it had been a few hours since you had been in that unbearable search for a cat that would most likely appear soon and even if your feet were already calloused from so much walking , the final energies were reserved for the entrance of your house where you sat down to rest and drink some water looking at the empty sidewalk, thinking deeply, resting.

"Relax, there's not much we can do now " You said as you hugged your own legs, keeping your gaze fixed on the sidewalk, hoping at some point to see the white shadow emerge from beyond to put an end to that agony.

"Hm," he replied without much else to say, putting the water bottle aside, half consumed.

"Seriously, maybe he's just having a little fun" You said again

"Why is you being so kind? Doesn't look genuine" He commented right after

"Excepting the part where you threatened me, maybe I did it spontaneously " you replied without looking at him

"I just wanted to say that first of all it's your fault" he accused, and you thought it was ok, but then you fell again, to his provocation

-What? Fuck Yuma, I'm trying to be nice - You complained as you turned around and looked at him, found him smiling at you, his fang prominent again and then poked your forehead with his thumb.

"I'm going now, anything…call me" He said stretching his hand waiting for your cell phone. Without much reaction you just handed it over, not understanding what those mixed signals were. As soon as he picked up his phone, he left the number written down and left, disappearing into the street, without looking back, but if you had been in his shoes you would have known how much he was shaking, just like you yourself without noticing.

VI - The influence you have on me

The other day everything still seemed melancholic, you had barely slept, thinking about the cat, already early in the morning you sent messages to Yuma hoping for good news. But he responded briefly saying he hadn't found it yet. Maybe you found each other again, looking for Shiro, all attentive in the hope of finding him and so you followed the path you had left, but without any hope of finding him, in a frustrated and already hopeless dynamic. he was small, very specific, him disappearing like that meant he wasn't as easy to find, so you didn't feel like you could do anything but wait.

"This won't lead to anything, let's just rest a little, Yuma" You promptly slowed down, already tired of this whole trip without any hope "Let's go back, you can wait at my house if you want, you seem exhausted"

In fact, his eyes didn't lie, Yuma was dying, but he kept his face down, he didn't want you to know that he had continued to look for the cat alone, late into the night, in a way he was doing it for relief of conscience, but without saying a word he accepted the return home, now in that same state he remained seated on his sofa, and you, a little worried, joined him.

"Everything is fine! Let's stay like this for now" You whispered leaving a light touch on yuma's shoulder and then he looked at you nervously

"I'm fucked, y/n, you have no idea, if that cat doesn't show up, I'm dead " The tone came out with eminent despair along with fox eyes filling with tears

"He's going to appear! He must just be lost, Yuma, it happens, sure he'll show up soon" You encouraged

"This false optimism shit is pissing me off already," he commented irritably.

"I'm trying to be positive since you freaked out on me ! Now don't take that shit out on me when I tried to warn you" You let go of the cart from his shoulder, mumbling in the corners

"Of course the good Samaritan, I don't need your advice, I need the solution, y/n."

"And how do you assume I have one? I already told you that I don't know where he is" you snapped "there's nothing I can do but try to help"

"I'm tired of your face, I'm leaving. Thanks for nothing"

He just left, leaving the vacuum after the door slammed, indeed, you were sensitive but his lack of tact left you a nervous wreck, your head hurting like never before, but somehow everything seemed to hurt much more this time, you didn't quite understand, but you accepted that maybe they never had all that intimacy, not to the point of becoming close, you were just going crazy, afraid of any reprisals for Yuma thinking you had killed his cat

That same day Shiro had appeared, starving to death at the door of Yuma's house. You could even have congratulated him, but you were in the deepest sleep, the day had been deadly tiring, so you kind of blacked out. But it wasn't as if Yuma had bothered to let you know about it, Koga out of consideration left the message, and also from what he had seen on social networks, you just decided to leave it alone, you hated each other, there was no reason to have contact.

It was what you tried to accept. This annoyance of yours wasn't because you ended up insisting too much, certainly not.

Yuma by himself found his help too pertinent and so after that he disappeared without a trace, returning to his normal life. You did the same, your friends everything, occasionally. Sometimes you would meet him for fraternizations, Taki's birthday, Jo, but nothing more than very few bumps and a hostile atmosphere seemed to be created. Too uncomfortable to create any truce, you still sounded extremely upset when you brought it up, so people just let it go. Now that matter had been resolved, you should just move on.

but for reasons not very clear it seemed to torment you like a ghost, it was weeks like that, considering that all this time in contact even if restricted, you felt that maybe you had gotten used to the idea of yuma's presence and the problem he brought , now everything seemed too peaceful and you didn't feel comfortable that way anymore.

VII - Finding Cat

You were in your bed as usual, finishing up some reports to send to the college, everything within normality, a silence, the mild climate and a pair of white paws on top of your desk, rummaging through your things. Stubborn, demonstrating that in fact nothing has changed, the now more docile cat let you approach and pick him up, carefully, a caress was deposited on the white fluff and a sigh emerged from your lips. It was the first time I saw him after the disappearance, he left a few licks on your arm and a soft bite of greeting, which made you complain and then chuckle when thinking about how much your relationship with him seemed to have evolved since the chase.

"I'll take you home " You took your way to the exit, put your shoes on and went down the street, the same common route, you could clearly remember that race as if it were yesterday, it hurt you to feel the tiredness, the pain in your legs, it was funny to think that now Yuma's house didn't seem as far away as before.

You approached the house, entered again, went to the entrance and rang the bell, you didn't wait too long, the door opened showing a clear view of yuma who was not understanding why you were there, at least until you looked get down to the cat on your lap.

"Next time I won't bring it, I think you'd better be more responsible than that" You stretched the cat towards Yuma who took it in his arms. You turned to leave already longing for the comfort of your home when he spoke

"Want to come in? For a drink of water…you walked a long way" it sounded funny compared to the other times you've been there and the path wasn't that far either, but your feet refused to leave, deep down you felt he had something to say . So you entered, of your own free will.

"Your parents are never home?" You asked, still stopping at the entrance of the house, noticing the silence that always lives there

"Rare occasions" He replied returning Shiro to the ground, this one who took the path to the food pot " we found out where he was leaving…it will take a while until they come to fix this passage, so he may appear more often in these days."

Yuma seemed very centered, you stayed static when he passed you and went to the kitchen to get some water. Not that you asked for any satisfaction, but a heat rose in your body when he did it of his own free will.

"Hm…okay?" You replied awkwardly as you took the glass and drank what was offered to you "But why are you saying that to me?"

"Because it's your house he goes to every time" Yuma shrugged, he was also embarrassed, you noticed, that was bullshit, you knew well what he was doing and you don't need to make an effort

"What you want?"You asked

"Nothing…" he replied.

"Lie" so you asked again "what do you want?"

"I…I wanted to apologize, for before…it wasn't nice" He started " You were just trying to help, i was tired and I ended up being an asshole."

"Okay… I guess, I was also very tired " You replied " It's part of"

"Yes…hm,I have something to give you" Yuma made a sign that you should follow him, and you without understanding the purpose, put the glass in the next most suitable place and followed him down the hallway of the one-story house. At the end was the wooden door which he opened and entered, you established your limit there, over the entrance while the boy searched the room, finding a specific box, not very big, but considerable. "Here"

"What is this?" you opened the box noticing familiar items over there, all yours, which took a while for it to sink in that in fact Shiro stole to bring home,you were surprised, you thought you'd never see your stuff again " Are you telling me that you kept all of this?"

"Yes, I knew someone would show up to get it " Yuma said "shiro likes to give me presents sometimes"

"Did you know?!" You replied indignantly "Are you telling me that you had this with you all the time?"

"Yes" he replied.

"Damn, you're crazy" you continued

"It's not that " Yuma started, opened the box that was in your arms, searching what was inside "These are things that could only belong to a beautiful person"

"One what?" you took a while to assimilate, maybe even expecting an offense right after, or even some mockery with your face. it was yuma, you never expect too much from him.

"A beautiful person… I said" he smiled again, making some rude butterflies appear in his stomach wanting to demonstrate how yuma unexpectedly changed his attitudes towards you "When you first showed up, you weren't the most personable, so I couldn't let you take my gifts away."

"Oh my god, don't remind me that shit again" you took a step back

"I also need to give you this" he said getting more closer

He took his hand out of the pocket of the pants he was wearing and stretched out the necklace, the gold pendant along with the chain, it was your necklace, right in his hand, right in front of you.

"it took a while to find… but it's there" he said opening the lock, getting closer to return the heat to your neck "it would be good if you didn't take it off while Shiro was out there…"

You pressed the box against your chest, not understanding the reason for this apprehension of dealing with Yuma. while he kept himself very close just like that, stopping right in front of you, preventing him from approaching through the box on your chest. Had his lack taken you for good? or because he said he made an effort to find your necklace wherever it was… that touched you deeply.

"I need to go home " you whispered softly trying to disengage "You're acting strange ?"

"Because of the pretty person thing? it wasn't like I was talking about you…maybe that's why it took me so long to deliver this…I wanted to make sure it was you" he said with an overwhelming certainty, it made your face burn and you even thought about cursing, but you gave up, you thought about turning around to leave, but you couldn't. Yuma held you in place like it was nothing " it was a joke honey, it was just a joke."

you were looking forward to it, like it consumed your insides completely, which sounded funny. you're seething with anger and remorse, but then it's suddenly gone, leaving everything in dead silence. Yuma approached slowly leaving you trapped there, and when his lips rested on yours, your knees wanted to falter, make you almost fall over and accept that caress like the big imbecile that was there to fall into Yuma's trap.

the contact was simple, seals stopped without too many evolutions, yuma tastes like coffee, specifically coffee candy, the smell of cologne invading your senses, you were touching him in the most intimate way possible, feeling the feelings overflow, showing the true face of that incubated anger. you were willingly accepting it as if you had been waiting for this for so long and in fact, you felt everything in you tremble without any effort and yuma noticed it easily, both at that moment knew they had a problem there, and it wasn't the Shiro's adventures

VIII- What are your intentions

the week went by like that, you started to think that Yuma was letting the cat get away on purpose, sometimes so you could stop at his door, or he at yours. obviously the intentions were the tables, including you up late together around, kissing, exchanging affection, without anyone knowing, because for some reason you thought you should continue to pretend to hate each other to your friends, but on empty afternoons in the neighborhood it was yuma in your bedroom as you kiss until the air is out of your lungs, touching and caressing each other like true lovers.

You were already weak in your legs, practically on top of Yuma when you broke the kiss in a rush, the air consumed your lungs making it burn and as a response from the other all you received was a murmuring complaint and then soon his lips touching the skin of yours jaw so he could kiss your neck.

"You didn't come here looking for Shiro…?" You were a little breathless, Yuma twisted the position now going on top of you, your hands arranged on his shoulder and the other's full lips touching your skin, leaving delicate seals in the region, making you shiver and sigh. "Yuma"

"Hm? No, Shiro is at home" he said, stopping what he was doing with some regret so he could look at you " I thought i tell you , they already fixed everything, even put protection screens in the house… they kind of found out what happened"

"So does that mean you've been coming here with that excuse for one week ? " You asked

"It's not an excuse, we live on the same street, you should know… and the problem? It's not like we've been doing this for a while." He was bold like that all the time, always making your face burn in embarrassment for being caught accepting Yuma's affection. " What?"

"n-nothing" you replied a bit awkwardly, trying not to show too much that you were enjoying this new yuma. Not that he needed that certainty, just look at you and he would just be sure.

With a low laugh he just took your lips again, a more intense kiss, the thin lips contoured to yours, you mumbled low between, returning without reluctance, moving the touch up his shoulders to the nape of his neck, where you found the hair smooth, leaving a simple affection there. Everything started to grow like a spark next to gasoline, his hands started to go up touching your body, hips, legs, torso, in that instant he was between your legs, kissing you like a hungry man, sucking your lip and pulling more and more. It was the first time you'd felt him so engaged, and you held back, trying to keep up, feeling everything inside you tremble, the sighs getting heavier and heavier as he took your lips more and more, you again running out of air but with no intention of stopping.

"Yuma…slowly, please " You begged in the separation of the lips, trembling between his arms, but there was no answer, he just directs the blurred eyes, thin as blade capturing your expression of pure pleading. You heard a low curse fall from his lips and then he took you again, invading your mouth with his tongue without warning. You moaned low, reciprocating, feeling your skin crawl and lose your composure, putting your muscles to battles for dominance, spilling all that tension that always seemed to build and never stop, everything overflowing, showing the implicit intentions in each of you, his hand was warm and comfortable, you didn't want it to end, that eternal battle, the saliva mixing in a contact that only got more and more intense, you needed more, no matter how far it took.

"y/n!" Euijoo, you were sure, even though it sounded like a mirage, you didn't wait for any confirmation, the kiss broke in a rush, with you pushing yuma by the shoulders, to pull away.

"Hides…"You whispered

"Why?" He asked, disoriented.

"Go on" You grumbled and then, displeased, Yuma got off of you and moved into your closet.

You needed some time to compose yourself, you sat on the bed awkwardly and still panting watched Euijoo enter the confused quiet.

"Are you with someone here?" He asked confused, feeling the sudden heat that was in that room

"No…"You replied

"Then who were you talking to?" He asks again.

"On the phone..with my mom" You said again, trying to get around it, Ej sat on the bed next to you, while Yuma slipped into the cramped closet. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you? I always come" He said a little offended "It's hot here, you're acting strange, what's going on? Was it the nakakita's insufferable again?"

"Hm? No! I'm just tired... it's been a day, full so to speak " you commented

"I know... I still don't think that's it, but since you're not going to tell me anyway, I'm just going to go" Euijoo sighed, still acting suspicious by the way you were all confused, with your senses shaken "I just came to see if you were all good"

"Ah yes, all in peace...nothing much has happened anyway You smiled at him, stiffly and watched him get up

"I'm going then" Euijoo said before leaving the room, you waited for the front door to close and then exhaled and yuma came out of the closet

"Why hide? It seems like a shame" He commented muttering low

"It's not that...it's just that I know that if he finds out I'm fucke-"

"I KNEW IT ' You jumped, seeing Euijoo already at the door of your room indignant "Shame on you both!"

Yuma laughed softly and then crossed his arms, looking at you as if implying that he had warned you of the danger of this "secret" relationship

"It wasn't my intention I swear " You whimpered " It was his fault"

"My? Fucking no, you were the one who said you shouldn't tell anyone" Yuma countered

"It's obvious, you know how many people I made it clear to you that I hated you" You replied

"And you don't hate it? "Euijoo questioned

"...I don't know "You replied

"God, you are disgusting, for God's sake don't keep hiding him like that it's weird" Euijoo said "Now I'm really going, bye"

And then he left, this time for real, you stayed there, looking like you expected any response to that act of yours that even in your opinion, sounded pretty stupid.

"Do not know? "He started

"No… I'm still not sure of my feelings, they aren't clear yet" You said still a little embarrassed, you wanted to apologize, but you wouldn't have that courage either

"So look for me when you have it, I'm going now" For obvious reasons he seemed offended, you were about two weeks away, that's all, even if today it almost got out of control, you still couldn't say how you felt , because everything was still messed up, not long ago you attested with all the words that you hated him, assuming that you like him are two poles that you didn't know how to manage so quickly.

Of course you let him go, maybe you needed space anyway, even with your lips tingling from the touch of his as soon as possible, there were things that should be made clear, your uncertainty couldn't lead to anything good, it just proved today, Yuma didn't has a very exemplary temperament, you had to manage.

You didn't feel bad in general, you kind of didn't have much to do, you barely had time to think properly, so you just considered taking that little time for yuma's tantrum to pass and then you could do something about it, because even If you made that decision the next day, he would still be a little hurt by it all.

IX - After Party (smut ahead)

which was possibly a mistake, because not even three days later you ended up meeting yuma, in another one of the casual encounters at some party where euijoo usually dragged you close to the beach as always and you were coping well, you felt that that time was necessary for some clarifications, it also appears that you wanted to give a little of the poison that one has been serving for weeks, you preferred to remain silent for a while.

You were close to the sand as usual, sitting and talking to some people when the little group appeared again, with the same as always, because koga and his group would never let any event go unnoticed.

Obviously Yuma was one of them, he arrived with his gaze directed at you, as if questioning your audacity to be in front of him after you had simply disappeared for three days, it wasn't like that at all, you both knew that, he was mad at the fact that you hadn't followed from him that very day, but how could you? a lot was running through your mind, you guys hadn't even thought about the consequences of things before simply doing it, it was a moment like that when you remembered why you didn't like yuma, he's always too impulsive

For your misfortune, being cold-blooded was already something of the yuma personality, eye contact although frequent, it was for a short time but it was enough, he wanted to know about you and it was necessary that you were alone for that. Of course he wouldn't be the one to suggest it, even if desperate to the same extent, you consider taking the first step towards stroking his ego.

"juju… I'm going to the bathroom over there" you indicated with a smile at him and he looked at you with an expression that was not at all skeptical

"hm… call me later " he knew you wouldn't come back, he knew you enough to know, with that he just made it clear that you should be careful with what you were going to do

you smiled at him and made your way to the sidewalk, a little further away from the others and it must not have taken too long for yuma to appear beside you, as if he wanted nothing more than to stay there. you stayed in that silence for a while, not considering any contact, just looking at the deserted street as it seemed to be a habit of the two of you to do when you felt that the weather was not very suitable for jokes

"Are you going home? " he asked

"yes…"you replied

"thought about what I asked you to think about?"he asked again

"Maybe"

"decided?"

"Maybe"

Yuma took a deep breath trying to contain the situation. he was not used to attitudes like his, this brazen way of challenging him made yuma go completely crazy as he had been feeling like he had been for a while

"Can I walk you home?" he asks

"Yes" you answer with a smile, following him wherever he went, seeing him stop near a motorcycle, handing over the helmet he had "is it really yours?"

"Who else would it be?"he asked as if the answer was obvious, well, in fact you didn't know much about him, but it was definitely something you was trying to improve. picking up the helmet you put it on and waited for yuma to get on the bike so that he could do the same.

the smell of his cologne made butterflies rise in your stomach, the hug given around his waist as the vehicle moved forward and that whole feeling of running away from people's eyes so you could have more time with yuma, it makes you laugh in absurd ways , because never in your life had she imagined yourself with someone as specific as yuma.

the journey was fast, living in a small town had certain privileges, even if few. you got off the bike as soon as it stopped in front of your house and then removed your helmet.

"At home" he said stretching his hand expecting to receive the helmet, but you didn't deliver.

"Do you want to enter ?" you asked

"I should?" he asked and you nodded in agreement.

"Just a little…"you said earnestly

yuma turned off the bike in an instant getting off and then followed you inside, subtle, you seemed anxious because you knew how much you missed each other, even if in a few days of separation, both already seemed desperate. Inside the rooms you let Yuma enter first to do the same, you closed the door right behind and deposited the helmet on the floor next to the door, with the subtlety that you felt you should approach him and hugged him through the trunk, keeping

"I don't understand why you're so angry Yuma-kun, we were doing so well" You commented quietly, feeling his hand touch your hair

"You know well, I don't like explaining half relationships to people, you treat me like it's a secret " He starts "I don't like indecision"

"I'm not indecisive, I'm just trying not to rush" You mentioned, let go of Yuma to put yourself on tiptoe "You know you can be very cruel when you want to."

"Wow, I was going to say that about you right now," he said next.

"I'm just giving you back in kind" you snatched, smiling, your eyes shining in his direction, and then left a soft saddle on his lips "don't you think this whole discussion is childish? I just wanted to kill the longing I'm feeling for you"

In some moments of this whole adventure, Yuma was certain that you were some kind of witch, for all the times you appeared in front of him from the beginning, some reactions were already very clear, the way you make him anxious was destructive , Yuma falls easily on your lips and doesn't need more than that, then he holds you tight by the waist and then takes your lips, taking you to the first place he can to hold you there.

The same taste as coffee, the sensation raced through your body in a shiver and you gasped as he skipped a hundred steps to thrust his tongue in your mouth. You reciprocated and got involved like never before, his hands firm on your hips and then yuma lifted you to put you trapped in his lap, now held by your legs yuma pinned you completely against the wall, muttering like a desperate animal by the way you pulled subtly the hairs on the back of his neck.

"I need you" You whispered by separating your lips for a mere second, Yuma watched you and then smiled satisfied, turned his body and took you with him into the bedroom, where he placed you on the bed

"Don't you ever dare say you're confused" He warned with an authority that you didn't let him have, but which you allowed on occasion, without questioning."don't even question what we have, for even a second."

You didn't answer, just after receiving back the touch of his lips, intense, the firmness now of the tongues touching each other again, the half light from the street lamp entering your window that was open only disposed by an almost transparent white curtain, Yuma didn't it took a while to hold the hem of your shirt and pull, gently parting your lips to remove your clothes. The kisses now tracing their way down your neck soaked singles and bites with no intention of marking, but that deep down yuma was just testing the waters, trying to know what could cause you the most reactions at that moment, even with you already looking like a complete mess.

"you are mine" He went down gently, feeling the shivers of your skin at the touch of his icy fingers, caressing your mass up and down without much hesitation. Yuma kissed down your jaw, shoulders, between your breasts, traveling all the way down your body, listening to sighs and whispers without any coherence, trying to follow the touch of his wet kiss.

your feverish body wanting to know what his next step could be, your mind in a tailspin and your only option was to keep your fingers over the dark threads, maintaining a contact between you since at that particular moment you felt you no longer had any capacity to do something for yuma, he was already self-sufficient to the point of only requiring you to be the focus that night. His hands wandered to the waistband of the pants you were wearing and then he looked up at you, catching your expressions to be sure he should move forward, you nod without much courage to say anything yuma just smiled at your lovely figure and then he released the button right after the zipper, pulling it by your hip, giving the destination of that piece to the floor next to the bed, your body trembled with the wind that came out of the window, but it was purely momentary.

Her heart stopped when she felt him so delicately open your legs, even with your intimacy still covered, you couldn't help but feel so exposed, your underwear already getting damp from the mentions and thoughts that Yuma made pop up in your head at every touch. His tongue scraped across the fabric without warning and a moan slipped from your lips in fright, he was kissing and licking the entire covered area as if there was nothing between the two of you already. Your pussy closing around nothing making it even a little painful, the way his patience didn't seem to shake at all, Yuma was torturing you even without you realizing it, your body retracted and now trembling his advances, and when Yuma sucked and stimulated your entire vulva through the tissue that gradually became too thin to be felt

"Y-Yuma…please" You whimpered

"Shh, I'll take care of you" he let out, you may even have cursed in thought at that moment, but you preferred to be safe, clearly remembering that the command of your body was all in his hands at that moment. Your little meows made the vibrations run straight to his cock, but every moment all you had was yuma's still figure, dragging your clothe to the side and then diving into your taste.

His tongue was hot, gliding easily, with deadly gentleness, the touch all over the region until it reached your point made you moan something, grab your fingers in his hair so you wouldn't end up taking it out on closing your legs. Yuma grumbled against your center vibrating against your button and then you moan once more, feeling the heat take over, make your chest rise and fall desperately, feeling every inch of you wanting to melt.

Yuma is complacent, keeps his hands firmly on your thighs trying his best to keep them open for him, pushing with his fingers, marking the area, taking care to have you completely open so he can get the full view, eyes sharp like a fox, sliding his tongue back between your lips he seeks your entrance, passing the entire tip of his tongue along the edges and then starting to fuck you with the muscle, in moderate rhythms, Yuma now thrust his tongue almost inside you, while watch you lose yourself in just mouth.

Your eyes darted to the back of your head and your body slid off the mattress as your hips tried with all their might to move forward and make more contact with his mouth.

"F-fuck" You whimpered like a bitch in heat "I need more p-please"

The words came out as a whimper, for Yuma to serve as an imminent victory for all that wild tantrum you had been building up to each other for the last month. You knew it couldn't last too long, but even so it seemed to have no end, Yuma made the same paths exploring you , sucking your coitus that was already starting to get sensitive from so much stimulation, your body and shoulders shaking desperately, you were close, very close.

"I…I'm going to come" You warned, within seconds, you were feeling the heat rise and the air go out when he stopped and the sensation subsided just as quickly "fuck…"

You were out of breath, through a party of light you could see his evil gaze supported by a smile.

"I'm in charge" he whispered to you removing his own shirt, soon helping you to take off your underwear. You moved up a little more giving room for Yuma to climb.

He didn't take too long to get rid of his clothes, he was subtle, the rush made him a desperate man and you, without thinking too much, welcomed him into your arms. You meowed again when felt the hard member dragging your intimately and then moaned as he slid inside, both of them humming each other's names. Yuma left some of his weight on top of you and then laced his arms through yours, keeping you tied to him.

And then he started to move without much anticipation, he was trying to deal with your intimacy by swallowing, contracting around him desperately, one had to let his head rest on your shoulder as he found himself fully inside you, he knew he couldn't last too long so he needed some time to contain himself, soon the attacks were slow, without much rhythm. you sang low into his ear, slurred moans and pleas for more came out in a funny mix, your hands on the strands of his hair feeling the softness, the scalp starting to sweat.

“I'm ready…just do whatever you want with me” you whispered in his ear, again taking vibrations straight to his cock, yuma whimpered and then started to move more freely, opening and scraping on your walls, bumping his hips now so that everything started to become a complete mess. His heart started beating fast, you called his name first and then clung to his body.

yuma soon begins to mark your skin, passing the tip of his tongue over your neck and shoulder and then begins to suck, leaving marks on the skin, nibbling, and leaving almost unconscious for the sensation that it brought. little by little the assault became more persistent, more violent, making the bed shake, yuma once so silent starts to mutter against your skin, panting and moaning in that unique tone of voice, the kind that makes you lose your mind

“fuck” he whispered against your skin, you battling to contain your orgasm that insisted on coming all the way that he went deeper inside you now became a very difficult battle to fight alone, one kept the body rigid, without shifting too much positions and you needed a single signal, such was the way he started to moan so painfully so you could let everything inside of you spill out, the sounds mixing in the air, the violent way he thrust inside you and then the silence, the heavy breathing, the weight of yuma's body was now all over you, both of you bewildered, tired, you felt your body in pure ecstasy, after so long without anyone, the fact of being yuma, everything it left you completely confused. You hated it, mostly because of that, because of those feelings that he was definitely the only one capable of causing in you from the beginning.

“yuma…I can't feel my legs…” you said a little embarrassed, while yuma got out of you to go to the side, letting all that mess overflow, both of you not understanding, looking at the ceiling of the room, as if he had just relieved a tension of years lingering.

“you made the biggest mess” you complained

“it was you who asked for it” he replied looking at you “or will you say you faked your orgasm”

“I didn't say I didn't come” you directed your gaze to the window, embarrassed by the way he approached the situation

"so don't complain about the mess" murmured yuma, sitting on the bed, his vision was one of the best until then, his hair damp with sweat, his white skin sweaty and pink with effort, he was definitely the most beautiful person he had ever met, despite the obnoxious personality. "what?"

“nothing” you frowned with shame to admit that you were admiring it all this time, wondering about so many atrocities and thoughts that always pass so quickly through your head, especially when talking about yuma and the mixture of things he makes you feel

yuma grumbled stretching his hand to you, soon he pulls you to sit down

“come on, I'll help you clean up” you smiled at him and followed him willingly, I try the freedom of being able to share a shower with yuma, no big deal, you felt your legs trembling from the effort despite not having left the room corner, yuma once or twice made it clear that you were too weak, that you would never be able to put up with him, but shut up was enough, during that short time of relationship you discovered that the best way to shut him up was always having your lips on his.

yuma is awesome but only when he's doing things quiet.

#&team imagines #&team smut #yuma imagines #yuma smut #&team one shot

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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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Hey, I wasnt able to find rules for requests so Im assuming this is fine. May I have angst to fluff (comfort) for Sigma? Sigma got anxious or something happend and reader comforts him. Like gives him kisses and hugs and cookies, just the sweet stuff yk. He deserves it💕

i think sigma really does need some comfort after that elevator stunt...T-T also no this doesn't violate any of my rules at all! they can be found in my pinned post 🌸

Home Is Where the Heart Is

♡ pairing: Sigma x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: After a gruelling few weeks of work, Sigma is worn out and the only way he'll feel better is with your comfort.

♡ wc: 1.2k

♡ cw: Sigma has an anxiety attack.

note: This MIGHT be the last thing I post in a little while, because plague has befallen me (covid) and I fear I may be playing a game with death (my head hurts). Very sorry friends :< Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Sensing the moods of others was essentially second nature to you by now. It was an ever-growing skill, disproportionately rocketing when you met and fell in love with Sigma (and became acquainted with his strange coworkers). You mostly used this ability when you needed to adjust your behaviour in the casino to maintain your boyfriend's professional reputation, but it had its other uses.

You understood that as the manager of a luxury casino, Sigma had his work laid out for him every waking hour of the day. There was seldom a period where he wasn't insanely busy. Though he was a strong man, you could tell when it weighed on him. Today was one of those days, in terrible transparency.

Sitting on your shared bed and scrolling your phone, you hadn't expected him to be back so soon. You'd returned after spending some free time in the casino with the assumption that you'd have a couple hours to yourself, which is why you were surprised when you saw Sigma burst through the door before slamming it behind him. Leaning against it and combing a hand through his hair, he let out a long, languid sigh.

You sat up, the movement causing his eyes to flicker towards you before widening.

"I didn't know you were in here," he gasped. You tilted your head.

"Are you alright?"

"...I..." Sigma straightened and wrung his hands together. "...it's fine."

"Hey, c'mon, it's clearly not. What happened, babe?" You asked, standing up and approaching him. "You look so worried."

Sigma didn't seem to want to meet your eyes, instead staring a hole into the ground with a concerned expression. He was clearly still focused on whatever had just happened outside.

"...Sigma?" You frowned, before blinking in realisation. You took him by the shoulders. "Look at me, Sigma." His silver eyes finally flickered up towards you, almost as if he were ashamed of his panic. "Come over here."

You took his hand and led him to your bed, where you two sat side by side. "Take a breath, and then talk to me, alright?"

Sigma slowly inhaled. "...it's the casino. And the Decay. Things are just really getting busy right now- which is fine, it's fine, but, uh...they're not going the way I anticipated. On top of that, I'm having more and more customer service issues, which distracts me from my other work, and then when I actually get to said other work I barely have time to complete it- let alone have any time to spend with you, and it's just..." He trailed off as his voice cracked.

You had actually noticed that Sigma had much less free time recently. He went to bed later and got out of bed earlier, and you had started feeling rather lonely. You knew that Sigma was busy and you didn't blame him, but at the same time you felt bad for not bringing it up with him. It seemed he could really have used your company.

"Sigma..." you started, "...c'mere." You pulled him into your arms and felt him return the hug instantly. He squeezed at your torso as if he hadn't felt your touch in ages.

"I'm sorry-"

"Take your time, Sigma," you encouraged him softly, as you carded your fingers through his hair. You felt his grip on you tighten, but he said nothing. His form was shaking slightly, and his breaths wavered as he appeared to be resisting the urge to cry.

You pat the back of his head as your other arm trailed down to his back to give it a comforting rub. His body was tense, you noticed. Sigma's fingers curled into your back as he let out a long sigh and buried his head into the crook of your neck.

"It's okay, honey," you said. "I've got you."

Sigma made a small noise, almost like a sob, before he pulled away from the embrace.

"...thank you for this," he told you, a tear finally spilling down his cheek. "Sometimes I just...all of this is overwhelming. I feel like I can't do anything."

"The both of us know, realistically, that that's not true, Sigma," you ran your thumbs over his knuckles. "There's nobody more dedicated to this casino than you. That's why you're the only person capable of managing it."

"...that's true, yes," he nodded, slowly. "Still, I can't help but feel like a fraud. I'm scared of the day that I'll be found out as someone...completely unremarkable."

"You're not unremarkable at all! You're such a special person, not just to me. Where would anyone in this place be without you? Where would the rest of the Decay be without you?" You asked, giving his hands a small shake. "You might feel like you're a nobody, but there's not another person who feels the same. Especially not me."

Sigma sniffed, before bowing his head with a smile. "You always know what to say, don't you?"

"I wouldn't say...normally. But when it comes to you, I just...I dunno. There's nothing that stops me from wanting to help you," you explained, feeling your face grow warm at the admission. Sigma seemed mildly surprised, before his face also turned red, probably more so than yours.

"You..." he began. "That's..."

"...something I got from you, I think," you finished, with a chuckle. Sigma tilted his head at you, eyes glistening.

"...you...mean that?" he whispered. You nodded, and his face broke into the sweetest smile. "...Y/N..."

"What?"

"...nothing. I love you." Sigma caressed your cheek and kissed you softly.

"I love you too, babe," you beamed, before raising your eyebrows. "Oh, here's an idea! We should have dinner together."

"...s-sorry?"

"Room service!" You suggested, in excitement. "We can chill out and spend the evening here together. You need a night off, Sigma."

"I don't think that'd be very beneficial to my workload, Y/N..." he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "...though I don't know even if I'd be able to get it done in this state, anyway."

"That's what I'm saying!" you insisted, standing up and approaching the phone on the wall. "I'll order for you while you get changed. What do you want? We can get dessert too- I'll get you some cookies. The real nice ones with salt sprinkled on the top, I know you like those."

Sigma watched speechlessly as you blabbered on during the process of making the call. It wasn't until you looked at him and insisted again that he change out of his work clothes that he nodded and stood up. Once he entered your shared wardrobe and closed the door behind him, he stood idle for a moment listening to your muffled voice on the phone, happily listing off your order that, if he weren't the manager, likely would have come with a hefty bill.

He let out an amused smile and loosened his tie, realising how much he was truly looking forward to the next few hours. There really was nobody quite like you to calm his anxiety and worries, and because of that he truly did consider you to be his respite. His home.

i loosely based this off a real scenario. and no, i wasn't in reader's position, i was in sigma's position lmao

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kiameicore · 2 years

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KINKTOBER DAY 1 w SAGAU Xiao

FIRST DAY OF KINKTOBER, YAY!!! tbh, I thought I was late since some people already started posting lmao. I couldn't help it really, the urge to make sagau xiao smut was too much for me lol. Thanks to my precious pookie bear, for giving me ideas for first day of kinktober ! ! ~~ ♡

TW's: SAGAU, NSFW, Yandere behavior, Creator x acolyte theme ig, Fem!Creator (sorry, i'm not good at making reader gn or male, but i'll work on it!♡), Breeding, Bondage, Religious themes, kinda manipulation, sub!Xiao mostly, dehumanizing, pet names, mentions about slavery, and a lot of more mostly xiao getting shitty treatment but in NSFW way, idk how to put it LMAO).

I hope it'll come out good, since i literally don't know anything about NSFW actually. Sorry for any mistakes or other errors, feel free to correct me.

(Finding good images took me more time than writing this)

Cold night air flew trough opened window. It didn't matter that the brezze could freeze people to the bone, because actions inside palace temple made up for it.

Heavy breaths filled the shrine. Laying adeptus in bed tried to calm himself and aggressive panting that sometimes come out from his mouth. His limps were tied up by holy chains, thightly putting him in his place. Skin reddened from the impact they caused, in some places even blood would appear.

But it didn't matter.

He didn't care about it, as long as it was his God causing it.

" My, Xiao, you're finally tired?" you cooed at him. Seeing adeptus that fought in war and killed a lot of gods and humans on your bed was entertaining. He looked utterly pathetic.

At your words young man tried to stand up forgeting about chains. Small whimper filled the room. Sudden movement caused bondages to thighten even more causing pain. Yes, he wasn't a mere human being. He was strong. But since the bondages that occupied his body weren't some normal rope, it was hard to escape from them. After all, the Creator is the strongest being in the universe. It would be such a shame, if the chains they created would break that easily.

" n-NO! I'M NOT, YOUR GRACE!" he yelled, almost like he have forgette who's he's talking to.

" Really? In my opinion, you look tired. Also, stop moving. You'll hurt yourself even more. There's no escaping from me or my ropes."

You walked toward him slowly. You were bored at this point. It's not fun at all. You remembered his words:

" Your Grace, i'm at your display. I'll do anything"

well, you wondered if he knew what was about to come, would he still agree?

Even if, you didn't care.

The walk stoped when you were face to face with him. Sweat covered his forehead, eyes half lidded. When he saw you this close, he felt something in his throat. You were utterly magnificent. You touched his cheek in such lovely way, he almost saw stars.

Tracing your finger lower, stopping at his throat. For a moment, his breathing hitched. Your precious skin, touching him out of your own will? Truly beautiful!

" Your Highness... please, touch me" He viewed himself as sinner at that moment. Actually this situation didn't need to happen and yet he still would view himself in that way. His sins from past, he wasn't even worth your glances, he-

" Xiao, my dear, I have an important task for you." After he blinked, he found yourself sitting on his abdomen. " I'm pretty sure you can do it, right? You said you would do everything for me " With every word your face was closer to his. Simple actions for you, but not for him. Huh, He looks so frightened.

Putting your hands on his chest, trying to find a better position you feel something.

" I want you to breed me, Xiao" you finally said not caring about the impact these words caused. Poor boy.

" E-excuse me, Your Grace?!"

In moment the chains dissapeared, freeing red faced adeptus. Pinning your hands above your head, he felt himself becoming alive. For a moment you were concerned you killed him and he was about to join his friends, but no. Your words bring so much hapiness to him. He could even do flips!

His eyes wandered from your gorgeous face to your chest. If Rex Lapis saw him now, he would probably regret saving this poor boy. Well, he respected his master but he's not going to share your holy booba with an oldass like him. No fucking way. You don't need someone slow and old like him. Like, come on. Who listens to his speech? He's too boring for you. In Xiao's opinion you need someone who's more modern and doesn't talk too much, you're a busy person. Also speed is something he's blessed with. If you didn't want him, you wouldn't make him stronger and faster. And oh boy, he's going to use this skill in the best way possible.

His grip on your hands thighended even more with the thought of you fully fucked on his cock.

He positioned himself at your entertance while looking at your face for any hints of discomfort. Your face was unchanged, giving him approval to continue. Slowly, he pushed himself into you.

Feeling your walls squezing him a little he moaned softly. He was in heaven. Litteraly.

Slow movements turned into faster ones.

" Xiao, what are you doing? I told you to breed me not to sway me. I didn't know Morax's adeptis have problems with hearing." You slandered poor boy, giving him a squeze on his cheekbutt.

Sloppy thrusts made Xiao see stars. He was screaming his lungs out from the pleasure.

" I'll breed you, Your Highness!" his moans echoed through the room. The images of you with his bird like kids motivated him to continue his actions.

He flipped you so he could face your back. You looked back at him to see his expressions. Tongue loled out, drool slowly dripping to his chin and eyes half lidded.

His hands landed on your hips bringing you closer to him.

After he sped up his thursts, Xiao started felling things in abdomen. One hand flew to your neck.

" X- Xiao?! What are you-" you didn't end your sentence when you felt his hot breath on your neck and his teeth bitting into your skin.

"M-my Goddess, I think I'm about to cum". he stuttered out while burying his face into your back.

He didn't expect to cum so easily but since he never touched anyone before he's inexperienced and you saw it coming.

white stinky liquid shoted out from his cock into your hole filling you internally. Small body started to shake from his orgasm again taking his breath back.

His body collapsed onto yours. He was exhausted.

" Darling, I think you forgot about someone"

"One time won't make me pregnant, honey. Don't worry, you can atone for making this disgusting sin!"

" After all, you can't deny your God, right?"

You were right. He promised to give himself fully to you and he never broke his promises.

Xiao is definitley one of the most devoted acolytes of yours, after Morax. But this is not about him.

OKAY, THAT WAS BAD AND I'M TIRED.

i don't know if i'll make another one for day 2 tho. There's a lot of mistakes but i'll correct them after my nap lmao

hope you enjoyed it and uhhhh tell me if it's too dry ( i feel like its it and i want to improve on some things).

Thank you!

#xiao x reader #xiao smut #sagau #sagau xiao #sagau x reader #sagau smut #xiao #self aware genshin #self aware genshin au #sub xiao #genshin cult au #genshin self aware

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vega-creates-things · 1 year

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Muse (Part 1)

ROTTMNT Leo x GN/Rabbit Yokai!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Embarrassment, Aged-up Turtles

Synopsis: You've been visiting Run Of The Mill Pizza maybe a little too often just to see the blue clad turtle of your affections and draw him. You're pretty sure he hasn't noticed you at all, bad news for you, he has and he is far too curious about why you watch him.

A/N: First things first, I am just getting back into writing so sorry if the pacing is off or theres any small inconsistencies! I'm definitely going to do my best going forward. If there's any spelling errors, just know I write from my phone primarily so its inevitable (sometimes I go through and re-edit after posting just to feel something). As well if any of the characters are written slightly out if character it's because I've never written any of them before so this is a learning curve. Also! I’m tagging this fic with the hashtag “#Tmnt Muse Fic” so if you’re looking for updates either check my blog directly or that tag :) ALSO, This is a repost from my old side blog since I wanted to make a main blog for this stuff. Anyway, I'm just here to have fun! So! With that being said, let's get going, shall we?:

♡♡♡

You had been calmly seated in a booth at Run of the Mill Pizza, glancing around occasionally and drawing the people that sat in the other booths. The thing was, however, you were waiting for your favourite muse who often came here with his three brothers.

Just the thought of the blue clad turtle set your heart a flutter, and when you finally saw him come into the restaurant with the other colour coded turtles, you couldn't help but sigh under your breath, staring dreamily in his direction.

It took you a moment to get yourself under control and soon you found yourself eyeing the group as they chattered away with Señor Hueso on their way towards a booth in a further away corner than you would have liked, but nonetheless you were happy to have caught sight of them.

Grabbing your trusty navy blue conte pencil, you angled yourself in your seat just right and began sketching the red eared slider who had long since won your heart even if you'd never actually interacted before beyond almost bumping into each other once a few months back. You were a simple rabbit yokai after all, and you couldn't help your feelings.

You were careful and precise with your actions, eyes flicking up to your muse often as you drew him, absolutely losing yourself in the process.

The sketchbook you used was already chalk full of many studies of the turtle and each and every one of them seemed to be greatly improved from the last.

Something you were grateful for in the few months of this was that he had never noticed what you were doing. You, after all, assumed it might make him uncomfortable that you drew him every time he happened to enter your line of sight.

Though, in a way, you were also disheartened by this news. A part of you- the part that wasn't afraid of his immediate rejection- longed for his eyes to fall on you. You imagined the gaze would be warm and friendly.

Having lost yourself in the details of your sketches by adding some slight shading and rich red conte wherever necessary, you didn't notice that the slider had come over until it was too late and he was leaned forward on your table looking at you, with amusement. To your advantage, however, your sketchbook was perfectly just out of his view.

Clearing his throat, the man watched you jump in surprise and slam the book against your chest so hard it nearly knocked the wind out of you. "So, are you just going to keep watching me every time I come in here, or are you actually gonna talk to me?" He asked, tone somewhat smug and amused.

Eyes flitting between his face and the tabletop with your half eaten pizza, you began to fidget, swallowing thickly at the question. He had noticed?! Of course he noticed- you had never exactly been the most secretive while watching him-

Waving his hand in front of your face as he noticed the way you'd seemingly frozen up, the slider cocked a brow bone. "Uh- hello? Did I lose you?"

"You noticed?" You blurted the question out without a moment's thought, shoulders raised in a tense manner. That had not been what you wanted to say to him, in fact, you had wanted to apologize for possibly making him uncomfortable all this time, and yet you couldn't get anything else out.

Giving you a confused look, the turtle pieced together that you were stuck on that particular detail and chuckled. "I know, I'm so observant. Thank you, thank you!" He offered with a light chuckle, but soon added a more serious, "okay okay, when you have three brothers, at least one of them is going to point out when someone is staring at you constantly. I did notice it happening on my own at first though!" He rambled absently.

You groaned and tucked your face into your hands, hiding the steadily heating skin from his gaze.

Deciding to take the chair directly across from you and spin it around so he could sit on it backwards and rest his arms on the back to use as a head rest, the turtle spoke up again, "so, you gonna explain why you stare so much? I mean, I know I'm hot, but I didn’t assume I was "the most distractingly hot guy in the room" hot."

"I just- no reason." You blurted dumbly, barely peeking up at him through your long ears which had flopped into your face from the position you had ended up in, curled over yourself.

"Sure... and that's why you hid that book of yours the moment you noticed me?"

"Yes..?"

"And Donnie calls me a bad liar." He snickered under his breath. "But for real, are you actually not going to show me?"

Grimacing, you try and force yourself to relax. "Nope. You'd have to kill me and then deal with my spirit to be able to look."

The bluntness of your delivery caused the slider to breakdown laughing, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. "I will see whatever it is some day."

"Keep dreaming." You blurt, your mind already racing at the implication of him actively talking with you again.

"Ooo, I like that, the bunny has a bit of bite to them." He teases, standing up slowly. "I'm Leo, by the way, in case you were curious."

You went to reply, still mildly surprised with the situation, but just as you manage to offer your name in reply, he's already walking back to his table and all you can do is stare at his carapace. "I'm... y/n-"

You set the book back on the table, setting your conte pencils neatly on top of it, running over the conversation in your head over and over again.

When you eventually get home you're still reeling, entirely unsure of what to do with yourself.

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Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

#tmnt muse fic #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #leonardo hamato #leo x reader #rise leo #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #rise leo x reader #fan fiction

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i-fondued · 2 years

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Culpa, Secular and Zero for the Ghost ask! ♡

Eeee okay!

Culpa - When did you first discover ghost?

So officially I would say it was early in the summer with MOAC going viral on TT, however ages ago I had a mutual back in 2011-12 who posted gif sets and videos of Primo and Secondo and she was thirsting over them and I didn't get it. I have since learned the errors of my ways and I FOR SURE get it now 🫠

Secular - What's your favorite Ghost music video?

So I really love Spillways, I think Popia looks so sinister but seductive and I just love the whole vibe HOWEVER Hunters Moon is a close second because I have a full slashers kink ahahaha

Zero - Have you been to one of their concerts?

Sadly not yet, when I found out they were going to be in Prividence RI this last US tour I tried to convince my husband we should go but it was like a week or less after we saw MCR and he was like girl we don't got concert money rn. next time I will make sure I am there **shakes fist **

#i fondued asks #ghost

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xsweetelegantdisasterx · 1 year

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I posted 92 times in 2022

That's 82 more posts than 2021!

17 posts created (18%)

75 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 71 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#ateez - 13 posts

#the rampage from exile tribe - 13 posts

#ldh - 12 posts

#he can catch these tiny hands of fury - 12 posts

#the rampage - 11 posts

#but im jonghos trash can 🗑 - 11 posts

#life ruiner - 8 posts

#ateez jongho - 8 posts

#he's so beautiful - 8 posts

#bias - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 62 characters

#have grace like a giraffe on rollerskates normally so bring it

My Top Posts in 2022:

My Rant-ish post:

I'm really late on the High and Low Bandwagon but I saw the error of my ways and I am attempting to right my wrong. (LISTEN I'VE BEEN WATCHING THIS SERIES FOR THE PAST MONTHS, I JUST SPREAD OUT THE MOVIES BY ALOT.)

*I've also been a fan of LDH for a while now*

Who isn't righting their wrong tho you ask?

Every. Single. Sword. Member. Yes I Said it.

Also, my attraction to Ranmaru had me wanting to rub my face on the concrete.

He was kinda terrifying which is not good for my heart. 😲

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Well hell. I'm finally done with the first chapter. It was getting long, and I honestly feel like Kaisei deserves a multi-chapter story ♡ because he's Kaisei, and deserves the world.

So, here is the first chapter:

Pairing: You & Kaisei (Rampage from Exile Tribe)

Genre: Mostly Fluff

Streaming:

Chapter 1: A series of events.

You pulled outfits against your body in the mirror. One of your school friends invited you out with her friends. Usually you were snuggled up in bed, trying to catch that new episode of your favorite show. Tonight, you were trying something new. You even looked at your gaming console to ensure that it wasn't him, it was you. You would be back and y'all would be reunited afterwards to stream for your followers. Gaming was a huge hobby of yours. After all, you had been doing it since you were younger. Breaking the stigma that only guys kicked ass at games, you made it a goal nightly to silence any male chauvinist you met with.

With one shoe on and another off, you completed the task of dolling yourself up.

Geeze, if I didn't know any better, I was a makeup artist in another life.

Final preparations happened as you heard knocking, expecting her. To your knowledge, it was supposed to be just you two, but you noticed unfamiliar faces. Stepping aside you let the others in.

“Sorry, they invited me, and I asked if you could come.”

“No that's fine-"

“What's this strange setup?”

You were interrupted by the taller one. She turned her nose up at your gaming layout.

“Oh, I'm a streamer. I play games and record for others to watch.” You proudly showed off your new console.

“That's dumb, are you a child?” She scoffed at your statement.

You bit your tongue. If this was any indication of how your night was going to go, you weren't impressed. One thing you had to constantly tell yourself was that you were going for your friend, not her.

“Actually, I'm very successful. Gaming is a stress relief for me, and I enjoy it so I don't have to defend myself to you.”

You grabbed your clutch ready to go. This girl was extra mouthy and reminded you why you never went anywhere. At the club they chose to go with, there was a line already that wrapped around the block. From the street, you could tell it was going to be near impossible to enter, but whatever. The bouncer was in full flirt mode with the bitchy one. When he raised the rope, you felt a small sense of relief, before he pulled it down in front of you.

“I'm with them, what are you doing?”

You were clearly past annoyed at this point. You tried to catch the group but they ignored your yelling.

“I didn't see them conversing with you.”

“Ah, I get it. I do, do you normally discriminate like this?”

“I let the pretty ones in no problem. You'll get your turn squirt.”

This guy was the type you dealt with everyday. Your turn looked grim, until you saw the opportunity to sneak in with another group of patrons.

Prick. I’d 1v1 you right now if I was around a console to knock that arrogant attitude of yours down a notch.

You finally entered trying to catch up with the others. When you looked around, you noticed them by the bar. Clasping the clutch tighter, you marched over to the group you were supposed to be with. Again, they did nothing but ignore you to gawk at a couple of guys. You rolled your eyes so hard, you had to lower the intensity lest your eyes were in danger of falling out.

“Thanks for waiting for me ladies.”

“Oh you got in,” the mouthy one started up.

“Surprising right?” You matched her attitude.

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Little Snippets of writing:

Who: You & Kamiya Kenta {The RAMPAGE From EXILE TRIBE}

Midnight Snack

You stood in the kitchen readying your stomach to be filled with delicious brownies. It wasn't uncommon for you to get bit by the midnight snack bug. Everyone knew this, especially your roommate Kenta. As you pulled the brownies out, you got excited, wanting to dive in quickly. The aroma was enough to send your stomach into devour mode.

Kenta was more than likely sleeping from practicing all day, so this was a solo adventure. That didn't keep you from knocking on his door.

Over the course of the weeks, you found yourself crushing on your best friend. There really wasn’t any explanation other than he was your glove. He was the one you wanted to be with. Lightly knocking on the door, he grunted.

“Kenta, I know you just laid down and got comfortable, but I made these brownies.”

“What is wrong?”

“I don’t want to eat them by myself. I just want your company.”

Kenta, without ever opening his eyes, drew back his covers as he patted the empty spot next to him, signaling for you to climb in bed. You smiled big as you climbed next to him. He wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his head on your lap, as you dove into the brownies. With a brownie in one hand and a plate in the other, your free range was limited. There was no possible way to eat two brownies while holding the plate. Suddenly, you looked down as a brilliant idea crossed that mind of yours. You lightly placed the plate on his head, provoking him in a fit of laughter, and a big ass smile to cross your lips.

“Am I your table too?” Kenta muttered in his sleepy voice.

“You’re definitely my table at the moment. Listen, I usually have two brownies, one for each hand. I needed to free up space, hence where your head comes in handy.”

He cuddled you closer as you ate in solace.

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Won't Back Down

Carlos Madrigal x f!reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Your mother asked you to fetch some ingredients for lunch but after doing so, you were pulled into a narrow alley. You faced down your bullies as they ganged up on you. Didn't know what else to do but fight them. But as the fight risen, you wouldn't know that a red chameleon would pass by and interfere the fun.

Trigger warning: Act of violence and Bullying, use of curse words or cussing.

A/n: I saw someone posting a prompt that what if the reader and Carlos would be a fighting duo in street fights. And of course it wouldn't hurt if I could try making a fanfic out of it. This is just the beginning tho! Gonna make some spin-offs after this.

Not really fluent in Spanish nor originally a Spanish speaker, all translated from google. Excuse if there are any grammatical errors. Enjoy the story!

Part 2 is out! Call out my Name

♡♡ Masterlist ♡♡

The sun is up in the horizon and people are bustling within the streets of Encanto. You were walking through the market place looking around for ingredients you need to make for today’s lunch. Your mom instructed you to buy them as she was busy handling customers at the shop. You didn’t mind really, it’s kind of nice that you get to have your own time doing something on your own.

Satisfied with the purchases, you smiled in content and started to head back home. Humming as you walk down the roads, you suddenly felt a chill running down your spine as if you feel like something’s not right. By instincts, you started to walk faster fearing what might happen to you.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed you by the arm making you yelp as you were yanked to a narrow alleyway. Stumbling, you tripped and fell on your butt groaning as your bags of ingredients scattered behind you.

“What the-“you looked up confused to whom dragged you down.

“Well if it isn’t little miss ___.” A boy with a smug grin looked down at you.

It was your bullies, mainly a bunch of boys your age trying to look for kids to mess with as they gang up and harass them. The leader of their so called gang is Daniel, always up front showing his maturing muscles obviously wanting to flex that he was the strongest amongst your peers.

But for the guys his age, he kinda… lacks some of the lengths. You know, he’s like a teapot, short and stout. Yeah definitely a teapot cause his short temper boils rapidly making him red and fuming.

“Not you guys again.” You stood up brushing off the dust off of you as you furrow your brows in annoyance.

“Oh come on, ____. You know we just wanna talk to you.” Daniel smirks as he closes on you.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes ignoring him as you proceed to pick up the fallen ingredients.

“Hey, I’m talking to you.” The short man warned as he grabbed your bicep tightly and yanking you up harshly.

You hissed in pain from his grip. He meets your sharp glaring eyes, not even bothered when you slapped his hand off of you.

“What do you want from me, Daniel? Can’t you just approach me like a normal person would?” you scowled as your voice laced in venom.

“Yikes, snappy, I like that.” The boy hold onto your chin making you look down at him. “I always had an interest in you, ___. Not a lot of girls has a unique personality like yours.” He said slowly lacing his hands on your waist and pulling your face closer to his.

You cringe in disgust as your hand meets his cheek harshly from a sudden reflex hearing a loud smack. The boy freezes in place out of shock making your eyes widen with a hitch from realizing what you just did.

You snapped and continue to pick up the bags of ingredients trying to flee away from the scene immediately. But as you were about to turn around, a harsh kick from your back making you fall forward and face scraping the road.

“What a bold act you got there, ____.” Daniel scowled down at you snapping his fingers alerting his other comrades. “Too bad you’re gonna pay for what you did.” He said as he blocked your only way out.

You stood up and faced three of his underlings, one smacking his fist on his palm, another spread his arms wide to corner you and the other readying his arms to grab you. “Oh come on, Daniel. Your cheap tricks are too low for me to pay even if I only have a penny in my pocket.” You rolled your eyes at their childish antics.

“Keep up with that brave act of yours, no one’s gonna help you now.” The muscled teen said arrogantly.

As one of the boys tries to grab your arm, you swiftly dodged and lunge your fist on his stomach making him jolt back in pain. The other also tried to hit a punch behind you but you quickly ducked and elbowed his chest. “You guys are obviously weak.” You said as you glared down the third boy just after kicking his shins.

Seeing the fight unfold, Daniel cursed under his breath and pushed one of his comrades aside and gripped onto your collar. “Oh yeah? Then why not you fight with me?” He smirked as you struggle out from his hold, clawing onto his skin making him hiss.

“You puta.” You spat glaring at him.

“Oi, D. didn’t know you would go that low just to harass a girl.” Another voice spoke behind him.

Both of your heads turned to the source seeing a curly haired boy in a maroon ruana, hair covering one eye and an intimidating blank face, you froze slightly as you recognize the teen.

He was the grandson of the infamous Abuela Madrigal, one of the twin sons of Pepa Madrigal, the other half of Camilo Madrigal, the menace of the society, Carlos Madrigal. He was known for having a bad reputation around town. By the means of bad, it really means bad, worse than Daniel and his underlings combined. He was referred as the evil version of his kind hearted and carefree twin, Camilo, always compared the two even though they are basically the complete opposites.

Carlos was also known for being not to be messed around. He would always win at any street fight, sometimes even carries a pocket knife to intimidate opponents that he has a weapon. Obviously, he is also known to play dirty, a lot of tricks under his sleeves just to be called victor.

With that, Daniel is somewhat an associate with the Madrigal boy as they were looked up upon amongst the teen males. The short man would always assume that he was worthy to stand beside the red ruana boy as they were one of the baddest of them all. But obviously Carlos would be annoyed to be seen with another person, he would rather play it solo than affiliated himself with the other guys his age.

Daniel smirked and released you making you fall as he gazed at the shapeshifter. “Ahh, Carlos, my man! Just the guy I’m looking for.” He struts toward the other boy spreading his arms as a greeting.

The Mardigal ignored him by knocking his shoulder with his as he passed by. The stoic looking boy stopped and kneeled down in front of you to which you two stared at each other. Surprisingly, he held out his hand to you as if it was an initiative to help you stand up.

Your breath hitched as he gazed his one rich brown eye at yours. Examining your face, you were stuck in place as if his stare was a magnet making you not move. As you looked closer to his face, you could see the scattered freckles on his cheeks and the small smile tugged the corner of his lips.

“Oi, Madrigal. That’s one’s mine, find your own.” Daniel scowled seeing both of you looking at each other.

You snapped out and quickly rose up glaring at the short teen. “I am no one’s. I belong to myself and to myself only.” You declared and grabbed all your belongings once more.

“You’re not going anywhere until I make you mine.” The boy smirked as he’s still blocking the exit.

“As if I would ever be yours.” Your brows furrowed and stomped towards him trying to push him hard as you might.

“HAH! You can’t even push me away.” He pulled you down by the wrist making you face him.

“Yeah, because you’re a freaking boulder, might as well call Luisa and tell her to crush you. You’re an annoying piece of rock blocking the road.” You scowled.

“Why you-“

“Stop with that yapping teapot, my ears is bleeding just by hearing your annoying voice. Even my Hermana would know.” Carlos cuts in with a bored look on his face and hands in his pockets as he stared down at the other boy.

“This is not your fight Carlos so you better leave.” Daniel hissed and pushed you to a wall hard.

You groaned in pain as your muscles were starting to get sore.

“Who says I’m gonna listen to you?” The shapeshifter said coolly but briefly glanced at you then back to the other teen.

“Let’s not fight, amigo-” Daniel stopped as a fist hits his cheek.

He groaned as he looked up seeing Carlos was right in front of him with a curled fist. "You're not one to tell me what to do." The shapeshifter grabbed the collar of the muscled teen.

"Leave." The Madrigal muttered already earning a shiver of fear from the other boy.

Carlos released the grip making the short teen stumble and fall. Quickly him and his group scram trying to get away from the shapeshifter. Further more, Carlos turned to look at your spot but was disappointed when he saw that it now empty.

"Mierde." He huffed in annoyance as he raked his hair with his fingers.

You stumbled into your house gripping tightly at the bags of ingredients completely out of breath.

"Mija! Are you alright?" Your mother approached you with a worried face.

She cupped your cheeks and examined your face full of scratches and hair disheveled.

"Lo siento, mami. I-I tripped and fell." You stuttered out an excuse.

You didn't have the will to tell your mother the truth as you would think that you'll get in trouble if she knew and especially if she would tell the Madrigal matriarch.

"At least I got the ingredients." You sheepishly smiled handing the bags to your mother.

The older woman sighed and took the bags from her daughter. "You clean up and I'll cook. You should be careful next time, mi amor." Your mother dismissed as she went into the kitchen.

"I will, mami. I'll go to Señora Julieta later as soon as I can." You sighed in relief as you went up to the bathroom to wash off the dirt.

You really didn't know if you're willing to heal your scratches with Señora Julieta's food. Fearing you would encounter the red ruana boy again. You sighed and flopped on your bed completely deflated.

After lunch, your mother went back to your family's shop as to proceed on tending customers with your goods. She asked you to follow her after you're done being treated with the town healer's food which you still haven't done it yet. Grumbling you still felt the soreness of your body.

That pendejo, should have punched his face when I had the chance. You sighed but then stopped when you remembered a certain brown eye that gazed down your frame, freckled cheeks and dark curly hair.

Red sipped on your cheeks as you could remember the slight smile that tugged the corner of his lips. Wait, what am I thinking?!?

Standing up, you finally decided that its time to mend your sore body. You got out of your house then walked down to the stall where Julieta would usually place her food for the injured, hurt or hungry.

Seeing that there weren't any line and sighed in relief when you saw Julieta happily chats with another woman. Encanto would always seem busy as people went on to their own responsibilities that's why there would also be accidents around, and when they do Julieta would always tries to help them. As you approached the women in teal, you tapped her shoulder lightly getting her attention.

"Oh, mija! Are you ok?" Julieta asked as she turns to you.

"Oh yeah, just a little sore. Mind if I grab some?" You sheepishly asked with an awkward grin.

"Ofcourse, help yourself." The woman smiled softly and handed you a plate of wrapped arepas.

You smiled at her and gladly takes a piece. Opening the wrapper, you took a bite and slowly felt your body aches slowly sips away making you sigh in content. You thanked the woman and proceeds to eat the rest of the arepa.

"Oh Carlos, mijo. What brings you here?" Julieta ask making you choke abruptly as you heard the mentioned name. "Not because after another fight I suppose."

"Nahh, tía. Not today surprisingly." The shapeshifter smirked as he approaches his aunt.

Having a coughing fit, you kept on hitting your chest tring to choke out the piece of arepa within your throat. Julieta noticed your state and panicked trying to look for a cup of water.

"Dios miyo! Are you alright?" The older woman handed you a cup and you quickly chugged it down. Sighing you felt the lump eased after you drank. You nodded silently and gave her a faint smile.

Carlos was left behind you amused while snickering silently at your state. Your back was facing him so he wouldn't know that its you but he was kind of curious to whom you may be. "I need to go Señora. Thank you again." You smiled at her and left.

"Eres Bienvenido." Julieta smiled as she waved goodbye.

As you were walking to your family's shop you felt that someone is following you. Not this again. You cursed under your breath.

"You didn't at least said thank you." Your breath hitched as you felt a hand on your shoulder. "You just left without saying goodbye." Hearing the voice, your eyes widen as you could recognize whom is from.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." You stuttered a little, still not turning around. Wait... as if I owe you anything. Your brows furrowed slightly.

"Don't play dumb with me." Suddenly, you were forced to spin around and faced the person.

Your eyes met brown ones and a smirk plastered on his face. You stared at him widely as Carlos holds both of your shoulders. Red creeped onto your cheeks as you felt his deep gaze on your face. Your instincts kicks in and involuntarily slapped his cheek hard making him release you.

Feeling shockwaves into your body you gasped and covered your mouth registering what just happened. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, honestly!" You panicked as you tried to apologize to the Madrigal boy.

The shapeshifter stood quietly making you nervous, he was still facing his side still not letting out a word. "Are you okay..?" You peeped slowly approaching the boy.

"Gotta have it with you. You do have a bold attitude." Carlos turns back at you with a smirk and a red hand printed into his cheek.

"Look, I would already assume you wouldn't like a hero or whatever just to save you in your distress. But next time if you ever need help, just call my name." He smirked at you smugly and grabbed your arm to place a kiss at the back of your hand.

Stunned, you just stood there speechless and dumbfounded. "I-I..."

Extras:

Carlos after author introduces him in the story:

"Yeah that's me. Keep the applause coming! Alright people, the star is on the stage!"

Camilo seeing Carlos walking home after you slapped him:

"Uhhh bro... wanna grab an arepa for that?" He points at the hand mark.

"Nahh, I'm keeping it. It's a remembrance." Carlos smug.

Taglist: @eventides-child-in-the-tardis @sunnth

A/n: Alrightt! Reader with fast reflexes and strong instincts lmfaoooo I died. Hope you liked the story lolsss.

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