#— ✃ what would you do for love?

[pinievsev]

Request: Hey I was wondering if you could do an Ajax x reader fic where Y/N can speak to animals and when she walks past Ajax she can hear the snakes talking about and admiring her so she starts to talk to them and Ajax is like wtf ofc they end up together but still it would be a funny one shot, like for example when they're taking a test next to each-other the snakes just tell her it answers. You don't have to make one but it would be greatly appreciated if you do could <3.

I absolutely love this! I've wanted to write something including his snakes- but I didn't know what! So! Let's go! (P.s. I have a lot of requests and alot of things to focus on and it's pretty hard so I'm sorry if these take along time)

SNAKE TALK!

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x fem!reader. (Because the request specifically uses she/her <3)

Synopsis: in which, a certain Gorgon's snakes take a liking to Enid's best friend ;)

The reader is a Zoolinguist.

Zoolinguism: ability of communicating with animals. (Had to do some deep research on this)

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You had been Enid's best friend for the past semester, it's only been a month since you started this one, and everything is going great except for one thing. Sometimes when walking around the campus, mainly the quad, you hear mumbling in really high pitched hushed voices, if that makes sense. You've told Enid but she has absolutely no idea what it could be, you knew animals weren't usually aloud in school.

You were sitting at the quad with Enid breaking your heads trying to figure out what it could be. Suddenly, you heard mumbling again, this time, detriment to find out what it was, you go focused on it. "Ohhh look! Look there she is!" "She's pretty!" "Come on!! Go closer!!",were some of the things you heard along with what sounded like hissing. Wait! Hissing?!.

"Enid!" You said shaking your head "what animal makes some type of hissing sound?" she narrowed her eyes "cats?" You shook your head "can't be.." just then the bell rang, oh god you had a test in astronomy (I'm too lazy to find out a name myself, sorry not sorry j.k.r <3) "sorry Enid, gotta run! We'll talk later" she nodded as you sped walked off.

You knew, nothing. "Damnit" you mumbled Staring at the paperwork Infront of you. It was like the latters didn't form words, it was a disaster. You looked to your side, seeing your crush and friend Ajax, the way his nose scrunched when he didn't know something was adorable to you. Turning back you blinked rapidly trying to make sense of the question, then you heard it again, mumbling and decided to focus once more "4! The answers 4!" You heard the voices. You filled in number 4. This went on untill you finished your test. You didn't know who or what they were but you sure were thankful. Walking out of class you mumbled a "thanks" hoping they heard and walked off, leaving Ajax confused, and distressed trying to get his snakes to stay in his beanie. They've been acting weirdly lately. And he didn't know why.

You walked into your dorm, full speed "Enid! Guess what!" She jumped, turning off her music "yeah? Do tell!" She jumped on her bed Patting the spot Infront of her for you to sit, and you did "I had a test in astronomy, and I knew nothing right?" She nodded "and then I heard them again, the voices" her eyes widened "and?! Come on!!" "They were telling me the answers!" You smiled wide eyed and you both started laughing "seriously?!" You nodded frantically trying to catch your breath "yes! Seriously!" She thought for a second "so you said, they are alot of voices together right?" You nodded "and they are high pitched?" "Yup!" "Hm, maybe the animals are small" "most likely yeah." "And they make hissing sounds?" "Yes what are you trying to say?" She shrugged.

You were, once again, in the quad. When Ajax walked up to you "Hey! Y/n!" You looked up "hi!" He sat down next to you "are you alright? You've been acting kind of weird lately... And so have my snakes" he whispered the last part but you heard and your eyes went wide "your snakes?!" He nodded "oh my god- that's it!" You laughed rubbing your face "what's it?!" And then they started mumbling again, it sounded like Laughing so you laughed along "you scared me" you said to them breathing out "how did i-? What?" Ajax said "no you your snakes!" Just them two of them popped out of his beanie"hi!" They said and you waved "wait what-?" Ajax looked up and his eyes went wide "have they been..." "Talking about and to me? Yeah, they even told me the answers yesterday" Ajax put on a fake betrayed face "you traitors" you shook your head "what can I say, they love me" "they're not the only ones" he mumbled "what?" "What?" "What did you just say?.." he gulped "nothing, I said nothing" "no you did" you looked up at the snakes still poking out of the beanie "he said he loves you" your eyes went wide "you... What?" He sighed "traitors.." I said- I love you" you nodded breathing heavily "I... Me too, I love you too" he smiled "good! That good" you giggled at his awkwardness "now kiss!" You heard the snakes again "fine fine" "what-" you cut him off, kissing him, smiling into his lips as they cheered.

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Thank you so much to @iamonewiththebitches for the request <3!

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[manjiroscum]

dead in the water

Character/s: merman!Ran Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, bimbo!reader, reader almost drowned, sexual themes, cursing, dubcon, unprotected sex, breeding, oviposition, manipulation, dark content, overstimulation, cunnilingus, monsterfucking and forced impregnation. Minors do not interact.

Note: happy birthday kiki bby @p-antomime 😆💕 love u

Synopsis: Your savior came in the form of an angel on water.

✃WC: 2.4k

Falling off of the cruise ship in the middle of the Caribbean sea at the dead of night, your life flashed before your eyes in slow motion. Gravity plays its part in your upcoming demise. A kaleidoscope of memories from childhood played through your inebriated mind up to this very moment. Regrets of drinking yourself silly, turning down that nice guy at the bar, and how your loved ones would react to you ending up missing on what was supposed to be your dream vacation consumed your thoughts before your body greeted the cold water. Akin to thick molasses saltier than the tears you shed forcing itself down your throat, you struggled to find anything—anything you can cling on as huge waves created by the huge vessel thrashed you around like a lone leaf in the middle of a storm. It was dark. The cruise ship seemed to get further and further away until all you could make out was a single light. Multiple ships in the area were too far to hear your cries for help.

And while you struggled to breathe, finding air more of a luxury in each passing second and making out of this alive was almost a miracle too good to be true—you felt something grab you from behind. Unsure whether it was a shark or any marine animal interested enough to taste human meat, your lids grew heavy as water entered through your nose and throat, slowly filling up your lungs. At that moment, death was creeping up your very neck, waiting to take your soul to wherever the dead went.

So, how did you end up here?

Shock course throughout your heaving body, lungs expanding once again at the taste of sweet oxygen. Coughing out the remnants of the ocean’s brutal assault in your system, your bleary eyes tried to make out your surroundings. Nose picking up the scent of what you could describe as sand, earth, and sulfur. White sand rough underneath your palms and legs. It was quiet, save for the sounds of water dripping down stalactites. Above was a small hole where sunlight was seeping through, illuminating what seemed to be a dome-shaped cave. Squinting at the areas where the light couldn't seem to reach, all you could see was stones and stalagmites. There was no way out. Plus, the sandy spot you sat on was surrounded by water, too deep to see the bottom—if there is one. Confusion colored your muddled brain, trying to figure out how you came in.

Where am I? Am I still near the Caribbean? What’s going on?

A sudden movement in the water that surrounded the ground where you laid caught your attention. Hand over your chest, you swore you saw something—someone peeking their head out on the surface. Just as you were about to head over and see it for yourself, the creature’s head was above the water again. Hair of onyx adorned its head, a curious stare directed at you.

It’s... a man!

Violet irises seemed to burn into your face as if reading your expression that was clearly of surprise and relief because you weren’t alone now. However, the moment you stood up and approached him, your wobbly legs stopped short. Lips gaping at the fish tail he had that should’ve been a pair of legs. Falling to the ground, you stumbled back out of astonishment rather than fear. A minute or so passed between you two just staring at each other, wary of one another. However, your fascination overruled your apprehensions at the discovery that the tales of merfolk were real all along.

Of course, your instant image of the creature was filled with innocence, the stuff fairytales were made of. Perhaps it was he who saved you from drowning—just like in that storybook! There was nothing to fear, right?

Swallowing, you slowly got up to approach the merman again. Those ethereal lilac eyes are still staring right into your soul, wondering what you were about to do. Kneeling by the edge, your hand reached out inch by inch, scared that you’ll terrify him into hiding. “H-hey. Come here, I-I’m not going to hurt you...”

Ran almost laughed at your display. How gullible could humans get? Weren’t you warned by your kind not to trust merfolk so easily? Especially when they ate human flesh such as other predators? You were probably brave or stupid. Ran figured it was the latter. Entertaining your silly actions, the merman swam closer until the palm of your hand rested on his head. Instantly, your eyes lit up while Ran’s lips curled up at the devious scenarios on how he’ll keep you around bubbled up in his twisted mind.

He has never seen a human up close that was still breathing—usually, they would be dead by the time they touched the water. Some were either feasted upon sirens, lulled by their enchanting song to drown themselves. To say that you were the most interested in this encounter is hardly a fact. For Ran was far more curious, attention sharp while you bent down to gaze at his tail gleaming under the soft light. Your eyes raked his handsome features, from his lavender pupils to the curves of his lips. Black hair long past his shoulders, color alternating from blond to black as it grew.

“Did you... save me?” Seeing Ran nod without hesitation brought more glee into your heart, thumping in its ivory cage that he understood you. “Thank you, truly... I really thought I was going to die that night, you know?” Shuddering at the memory, you then shifted to what has been bugging you earlier. “How did I get here? There doesn't seem to be any way out.”

“Down,” Ran muttered, voice almost melodic that you were sure it belonged to an angel. His hand then pointed below him, making you squint your eyes to see, but alas you couldn’t. Sitting back, you hummed at his words. The merman fought back a chuckle. Were you not going to question further? On where to go? How did he learn to speak? You were far too trusting, and this only riled him up, cold cheeks now warm.

He’s going to have so much fun with you.

“Where you goin’?” you called out, watching him sink back into the water and swim deeper into what was like an abyss the more you stare at it. His gleaming tail of blue, gold, and purple disappeared from view until all you could see was your reflection on the surface. Afraid to follow suit, you sat there for what seemed like hours. Stomach grumbling and throat parched. Staying in this cave with a mythical creature may sound amazing in books, but you knew you had to find a way out soon. You couldn't live here and frankly, you’d rather be at home or work than to be stuck in such a place. Deciding to tell the merman once he comes back, Ran then resurfaced and appeared to be carrying abalone in his hands. He then handed it to you, lilac hues piercing your face that was beaming at the offer.

“You brought me food? Thanks.”

Ran’s gaze never left you, eyeing you silently as you ate. A poor thing, you were. What would you do if he wasn’t around? Surely your carcass might have ended up in a shark’s belly before he saved you. Maybe he wouldn't eat you in the end, after all. You were far too entertaining to kill off. Too pleasing in his eyes to wind up like fodder. He just wished you’d never question or fight him, and he’ll take care of you in return. And when a fishing boat’s horn could be heard a great distance outside the cave, a sign you could get help, Ran stiffened at your joyful reaction.

“Oh my god—maybe I could swim out and call for help.” Turning to the displeased merman, you smiled at him. “Could you teach me how to get out of here? I need to go back home!” Jumping into the water without hesitation, you looked at the merman for help. Ran’s lips were in a tight line. What an ungrateful human you are. First, he saved you. Second, tried to feed you and now you were going to immediately leave at the first chance you got? No, he can’t let you. “Hey, are you listening to me? I need to leave—”

“No.” Cold hands gripped your shoulders, bringing you close to him and his darkened lilac irises, annoyance swirling in its pretty color. Shocked at his words, you then tried to protest but his grip simply tightened, sharp nails digging into your skin in warning. Ran didn’t want to hurt you, but if it’ll stop your delusions of going home, he may have to resort to violence. “You will stay.”

“B-but...” The boat’s horn was now louder, cutting off your sentence. Looking up at the hole in the cave, conflict etched your features. Ran was quick to grab your head, forcing you to look at him. His lips were then pressed against your parted ones, hoping to distract you from the noise. And it did, much to his relief. Tongue seeking out yours, Ran carried your body back to the ground's edge. Lifting you to the sandy edge, Ran cornered you, mouth never leaving yours. The moment you broke apart to breathe in air, he was quick to lick a stripe on your sensitive neck, pressing kisses and sucking the supple flesh there.

Did humans ever sound so sweet or was it only you? Breathy moans slipped past your lips at the onslaught of his tongue, his heavy weight on yours and his wandering icy fingers creeping through your dress’ top. The squeak you gave off his cold digits brushed against a nipple had Ran’s ears perking. Oh, you liked that, huh?

“W-wait—ah, s-stop! Not there...” Whimpering at how he was squeezing your nipples, your back arched at the pleasure shooting up your spine. Clothed pussy seeking friction, grinding against his scaled tail to feel... anything. The boat and goal to leave were long forgotten, especially when Ran’s head went lower, kissing his way to what was in between your legs. The scent of your arousal captured his undivided attention. A yelp was all he heard upon tearing off your dress and spreading your legs, underwear not surviving in the process. Violet orbs trained on the sight of your bare pussy glistening with slick.

The merman’s throat rumbled at the taste of you, tongue licking up your juices that Ran was sure to get addicted to. How could you ever dream of returning home without letting him taste this? What a treasure it was indeed.

“You taste good,” Ran whispered onto your folds, nose, and chin glistening with your slick. Paying no heed to your hands gripping his hair, hips bucking at his tongue. Eyes hazy at the undeniable bliss coursing through your veins as Ran continued to eat you out, drunk on your juices. Fingers prodding your throbbing clit, you came without a warning, squirting at his face. Chest coated with a thin veil of sweat heaving, arm over your eyes as you collected your jumbled thoughts. Before you could even gather them, Ran pulled your arm off of your face to stare at you once again, albeit this time, with adoration rather than alarm. Violet pupils gleamed like gems as he spoke.

“You are mine. You will always be mine. Understood?”

Was there an option of saying no? Even if there was one, it was thrown right out of the table as his thick cock emerged from a slit-like opening, close to mimicking a human’s except for the ridges along its sides. He didn’t speak a word as he sank his shaft into your folds, splitting the gummy walls apart inch by inch. Whining at the stinging stretch, you held onto his neck for dear life when he was finally in to the hilt. A groan resounded from his throat, eyes shut at the tight heat enveloping his cock. There was no other way to describe it other than it was the best thing he has ever experienced. And after a few thrusts to test the waters, Ran started pounding into you. Tits bouncing at his rough pistoning, tail splashing on the water behind him. Mewls and high-pitched moans pouring out of your lips were music to his ears, eager to fuck out the urge to leave this place, to leave him.

You were his now.

“Oh fuck—yes, yes! Fill me up! Need you... Need you so badly! Fuck!” Eyes rolling to the back of your skull, your back arched, head digging into the sand whereas your nails raked marks on his shoulders. Ran’s lips chased after yours, kissing the air out of your lungs while his cock continued to bully its way into your pussy. Aiming to mold the walls into the shape of him. Even his sharp teeth bit into your neck, earning a scream as the fangs marked you. However, he knew that wouldn't be enough to claim you. Yes, he had to have you—to tie you to him forever. And if laying his eggs into you, forcing you to carry his children and more, so be it.

Ran instantly stopped, stilling above you. A choked gasp met the air when you felt it, his cock expanding and something passing through it. Whatever it was, it shifted, moving from the base of his cock, making its way down his length and towards the tip that was kissing your cervix. Body shaking in shock, you screamed as another orgasm rattled your bones. Gummy walls spasming around his huge cock when it pushed its way into your womb, stretching the opening. And not only did this happen once—a total of six, they were. It then dawned on you, welcoming your fourth orgasm, that he was laying his eggs. Oh fuck, he was making you have his children. Stretching your womb to accommodate your future children with him. He then finished it off by shooting his thick semen into you, painting the walls white to the point you felt full and could taste him at the back of your throat.

Fucked out beyond making a coherent decision or thought, you laid there on the sand with drool dripping down your chin, legs spread out with your cunt leaking with Ran’s fertile cum. The lower abdomen slightly bulging due to the presence of Ran’s eggs. The merman hovered above you, a smile on his lips while caressing your stomach. You were going to be a good mother, he knew. And if you ever had any ideas of leaving him again, he’ll simply impregnate you once more. Maybe by the time you give birth, those rescue boats and coast guards will give up their search for you.

Of course, you didn’t need to know that, did you?

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OSHSJSHSJSHSJSHJSNSSH I’M SO HAPPY THERES A NEW NINJAGO BLOGGFGGFFEHEHDHSHSHBD

OKAY OKAY OKAY WHAT IF LLOYD AND KAI (Seperate) GIRLFRIEND IS AN ELEMENTAL MASTER OF LAVA YES I KNOW ITS ALMOST LIKE KAI BUT THIS IS FANFICTION!

LIKE JANAI FROM THE DRAGON PRINCE WHENEVER SHE GETS LIKE REALLY ANGRY AND MY HOMEGIRL GOT SOME ANGER ISSUES HER ENTIRE BODY TURNS INTO LIKE LAVA TYPE OF SKIN AND THEY TRY TO CALM HER DOWN! IF YOU DONT WATCH THE DRAGON PRINCE I RECOMMEND WATCHING THIS

https://youtu.be/mIwidDvNins

JANAI STARTS TO TRANSFORM IN 01:04

OKAY SORRY FOR THE CAPS IM JUST SO EXCITED IM GONNA SHUT UP NOW

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OMGAGAHSHAH IM KICKING MY FEET AND SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW RN IM SO HAPPY I NEVER THOUGHT ID ACTUALLY GET REQUESTS AND LIKES AND SHIT LIKE THAT FROM THESE?? AAAAaaa a

IDK IF I SHOULD DO HCS OR A DRABBLE SO IM JUST GONNA DO HCS!! (SEND ME ANOTHER ASK IF YOU WANTED A DRABBLE, ILL MAKE ANOTHER VERSION !!)

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⤵ YOU'RE SO UPSET WITH ME...

. . 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐕 - 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ

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✣ . Kai and Lloyd (separate) x Master of Lava!fem!reader with anger issues !

➟ Lowercase intended.

➟ CW: Mild swearing, use of "princess" once. But overall it's just crack and fluff, and completely safe!

The timeline is up to you.

I didn't know if you were saying Janai had anger issues or the reader did, so I just gave the anger issues to the reader ahhajahahabba

I LOVE THE CONCEPT OF THIS SM

- <3

✣ . . 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇 .

oh boy, you were angry as fuck. and normally, he'd think he could handle your anger.

haha WRONG

girlie so mad she became lava. literally.

and he was scared. so, very, extremely scared.

you looked like you were about to wreck the whole monastery down😭

BUT kai being kai like the (adorable) dumbass he is, he thought that, as the elemental master of fire, naturally he'd be lava-proof.

lol wrong again woopsies💔

he tried to hold your hand to calm you down a bit but instantly regretted.

but once he saw you slightly calming down and lightly giggling at his absolute suffering, he had an idea.

he walked towards you to excute his stupid idea (which was doing tomfool-fucking-ries and other dumb stuff in your face to cheer you up;; which would have made you angrier), he tripped on the electro chicken thing and fell face-first on the floor.

he turned around onto his back, pain written all over his face, and groaned.

okay. well that was a fail.

but maybe not?!?@?@🤯🤯

still on the floor, he saw you, also on the floor, laughing your fucking ass off. he was about to pull out some sassy remark out of his ass when he saw that you were becoming like the usual again!

you were brushing your tears off, about to throw him some mocking comment when your breath was fucking squeezed out of your body because the mf you call your boyfriend jumped on you like some kid who met their dad again after 6 years.

"OH thank the first spinjitzu master you're not lava and angry anymore. pls don't do that again i'm sorry😞."

you couldn't do anything but just pat his head and accept his apology.

conclusion, angry y/n: -12/10 would not recommend.

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✣ . . 𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐌. 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍 .

holy shit?? you were lava??@?

this dude had no fucking clue on what to do, or what was going on.

he is the definition of the standing emoji (🧍)

it's not that he doesn't wanna help you or anything, my boy just has no experience on the "how to calm down angry girlfriend that turns into lava without dooming yourself" field ykyk 😞

at first he thought about pouring a bucket of water on you.

but he got scared you'd turn into stone or obsidian or smth and he'd lose you forever💀

so no pouring water on lava s/o.

so instead, he did what he thought was the most reasonable and logical thing to do.

he (very carefully) sat you down on the couch (or bed, idk) and let you rant/vent about whatever or whoever made you so furious you pretty much changed the composition of your skin cells and unlocked some kind of new power or something.

you ranted and ranted, and he did nothing but listen to you ever so attentively.

once you were done, he comforted you the best he could.

"it'll be alright, you are so much better than them anyway."

"their opinion on you does not matter if it's negative "

"you're so beautiful, no one can rivalize with your beauty, princess."

"i love you so so much. <3"

"do you, by complete hazard and coincidence, have their address? i'm just gonna... pay them a nice little visit. 😇"

you love him so ofc you give it to him ha😊😊

anyway he goes to get your favorite food and once he comes back with it, you're happy again👍

he's so proud of himself for that it's so cute

and after that you both live together happily ever after and have as many kids as you want whenever you want.

the end😋

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⤴ ...BUT I'M SO OBSESSED WITH YOU!

hihi hope you enjoyed this and don't forget to hit that follow and reblog button !!👍

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[caramellahoney]

"The day hell freezes over."

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pairings: Camilo Madrigal x FEM! Reader

genre: flufff

warning/s: two guys fighting over you ahah - no proofread btw

PART 1 | PART 2 |PART 3

He was in love. Camilo’s smile grew, his gaze growing soft as he followed her form that ascended down the stairs. Y/N's gaze was downcast, expression bashful as she felt slightly uncomfortable with the intense stares set on her. She scanned the crowd for a familiar head of curly hair, immediately finding the warm green eyes she spent hours staring at. Camilo smiled at her and she smiled back, finding solace in their shared gaze. Eventually, she had to look away- taking the hand of her mother who was waiting at the foot of the stairs.

“Today is my daughter’s birthday, I would like to thank everyone for coming...” The older woman’s voice drowned out in Camilo’s head as his attention was solely focused on Y/N. He took a step forward, eager for the speech to end so he could finally approach her.

“I suggest you step back, amigo. Wouldn’t want you to get in the way.” A voice spoke, tone sugar-sweet. Camilo’s eyes met with a familiar annoying shade of brown and he scowled, Santiago De Leon.

He had moved to the village last month, his family possessing magical powers like the Madrigals. Camilo would've welcomed him with open arms if it weren't for the fact that he's been making moves on Y/N. Santiago caught his pissed-off expression and let a smug grin spread across his face. The Spaniard adjusted the bouquet of flowers in his hands, paying no mind to the Madrigal beside him.

“Get in the way of what? You and the exit? I don’t get why you keep trying. She’s my best friend, not yours.” Camilo snarled, crossing his arms as he narrowed his eyes at the bouquet of flowers in Santiago's hands. The boy just snorted and turned to Camilo, staring him down.

“Si. She just sees you as her ‘best friend’. Guess that gives me a better chance.” Camilo choked on his breath, stuttering and stumbling on his words. Santiago eyed him carefully, taking a step closer towards the Afro-Latino boy. He patted Camilo’s back and threw an arm around the boy’s shoulder.

“Sometimes people value friendship more than anything. If you’re not careful, your relationship with her will crash and burn. In a split second, poof. Gone.” Santiago leaned down close to Camilo’s face, waving his hands in the air as he spoke in a hushed tone. The Spaniard faked a sympathetic expression, rubbing Camilo’s arm before pushing the Madrigal away; dropping the act and laughing arrogantly.

“Perhaps the truth holds too much weight.”

“You-” Camilo bit his tongue and grit his teeth. ‘Keep calm- he’s trying to get on your nerves.’ Camilo shut his eyes and took a deep breath to compose himself. He turned back and sent the boy a strained grin, gripping the edges of his ruana tightly. If Santiago thinks he was just going to stand by and let him steal his girl away, he was dead wrong. Camilo grumbled a quiet “Cabrón.” under his breath, sending the boy a side-glare.

“Relax, mi amigo. Just lend me your ear. Let’s stay out of each other’s way and let her decide.” Santiago spoke as he waved a hand in the air dismissively. Camilo stilled, he let his mouth quirk ever so slightly, certainly not a smile, but it was awfully close. He stared at Santiago, a glint of something mischievous and dangerous in his eyes.

“I hate to tell you this but your fantasies just won’t happen. You do however have yourself a deal amigo.” Camilo raised his hand, flicking it upward ever so slightly. Santiago hummed and gripped the shapeshifter’s hand tight, shaking it firmly.

“Looks like you have yourself some competition.” Santiago muttered as he quickly retreated his hand. The Spaniards face twisted into one of disgust as he wiped his hand on his pants. Camilo mirrored his expression, competition? This bastardo arrogante.

“The day you get a chance with her is the day hell freezes over. All I have in my way is a loudmouthed obstacle.” Camilo felt a smug smirk spread on his lips when the sweet voice of his best friend called for his name. She smiled brightly at him and waved her hand to usher him over.

Camilo grinned and walked towards her, his feet stumbling as he rushed to her side. You could practically see the hearts in his eyes as his knees buckled when she laughed brightly at him. Santiago glared at his form, eyes burning holes in the back of the Colombian boy’s head.

"The day hell freezes over huh? Alright." Santiago smirked, drumming his fingers against his thigh. He lifted his hand and snapped his fingers, an orange flame forming in his palm.

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PART TWO!

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14 // “the sweetness of your touch”

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you were slightly worried, frantic even. questions filled your head to the brim. would ritsu even show up? was he okay? what happened between him and rei?

hiyori tried his best to console you, but never exactly told you what went on nor what ritsu’s relationship with rei is. you were just so stressed, days passed and nothing productive had been done, until valentine’s day came.

you sat nervously, pushing your fingernails into the flesh of your hand. sitting there fiddling with your fingers lost in thought, tears had welled up in your eyes at the thought of him standing you up when he was the one who asked you out first.

you didn’t understand why your heart ached so much thinking about ritsu, was it truly love? your mind raced, drowning any sound out except for your inner voice.

but then, a snap was heard. you instantly woke up from your daze to see a worried, tired ritsu. he seemed to have been running to get here—his lips parted to catch his breath, hair slightly messy from the soft breeze.

“[name], are you okay? you were just sitting here lost in thought.” he frowned. everything moved before you knew it, much to his surprise, you had quickly wrapped your arms around him. his eyes widened with panic, “woah there, did you really miss me that much, [name]?” he teased, rubbing your back gently.

“just..” your voice trailed off, becoming small, “..let me have this one hug.” your eyes fluttered shut and he sighed in content, humming happily, “you can have as many as you want, you know?” you squeeze him tighter, “because you’re my dearest [name].”

after what feels like forever, you awkwardly shift away from him. your eyes couldn’t seem to meet his, but he wouldn’t take that for an answer. he cups your cheeks, lifting your head up, and smiles. “look at me, [name.]” he said, sternly. “we’re gonna have lots of fun today, okay?”

he pulls out a small box of chocolates from his pocket, “see? i even went out of my way to make you chocolates, so please look at me.” you purse your lips, then sighing, “you know you didn’t have to do that, ritsu…”

he hummed curiously, taking your hand out and putting the box into your palm. “but i wanted to, so i did. just a small gesture of my affection for you,” he giggles. your heart stuttered—cheeks dusting a lovely shade of pink, heating up your whole face.

“you suddenly got hot, did you catch a cold?” he pouted, “is that why you’re so out of it today? if you aren’t feeling well [name], then i’ll come over every day just to take care of you~”

he was pulling on your heart strings and he didn’t even know it, you quickly shook your head in fear he’d take you home. you didn’t understand why, but you wanted to stay with him as long as possible and the possibility of him having to take you home because he thought you weren’t feeling well was enough for your heart to ache again.

he whined, “are you sure? if so, let’s keep going!” he clasped his fingers around yours and led you around—just like the first time. you couldn’t tell if it was just because it was valentine’s day, or if the atmosphere just seemed weird, but you could not take your eyes off of him,, or his lips.

the sun was finally starting to set, colors mixed together with a soft hue of red and orange painting the vast sky. you and ritsu had made tons of precious memories today, and you wish it’d never end.

“[name],” you turned your head to look at him, he was brimming with pure happiness. “thank you for today, but i have to leave now. i’m suuuper exhausted after running around all day, it’s not what i usually do, you know?” he chuckled, “but i’d do it for you.”

you frowned, “okay, see you next time then?” he nods, grinning. “see you next time,” he slowly walks over to you and you half-expect him to hug you but instead, his lips—yes, the lips you’ve been nonstop staring at ever since this silly date started—gently peck your cheek. he pulls away just as fast as he leaned in and walks away happily.

you’re stunned, completely stiff. you fingertips touch the exact area of where he kissed and your eyes widen. a simple “oh.” was all you could muster before you quickly turned to see if ritsu had already left. much to your disappointment, he did.

you immediately ask nagisa to take you home, and once he arrives—you’re all sparkles and pure happiness. you’re practically beaming with joy.

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[lunatic-flores]

𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 : (𝘠/𝘕) has inability to talk to the elders since Alma put her too much pressure since she was little, and that almost break the relationship of her and her mother.

→ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 : 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊.

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A new day, a new expressive poem that has slipped under Julieta's door. She had no idea who has been give her this beautiful words, either it's long or short. She needs to remember her husband that she is sure that she don't have a single admirer.

“Another one?” Agustin asks while searching his glasses and then glance at his wife, Julieta can only chuckled and nodded her head as she take the crumbled paper with a tiny bow on the upper left.

“they're really good at hiding themselves.” Julieta respond while reading the lovely fresh poem that's just for her and her only.

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Your love was like moonlight

turning harsh things to beauty,

so that little wry souls

reflecting each other obliquely

as in cracked mirrors ... beheld in your luminous spirit

their own reflection,

transfigured as in a shining stream,

and loved you for what they are not.

You are less an image in my mind

than a luster

I see you in gleams

pale as star-light on a gray wall

evanescent as the reflection of a white swan

shimmering in broken water.

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“Well, at least this one is very lovely.” Julieta laughs as her husband gave her a kiss on the cheek and then the two of them started to do their chores as usual. Julieta's day seem to be brighter and more brighter after an accident happened to her.

“what is going on here?”

“Tía! We uh— ... We might have accidently dropped some of your glass bowls .. Anduh- yeah, that's all hehe.” Camilo tried to explain - not wanting to get a heavy punishment, but his prima, his quite prima is also part of the accident.

Her eyes moved to the broken bowls and then she spot her very first bowl that she used to try her gift. Camilo and (Y/N) could see that the dissapoiment and Sadness are fillong the older woman's eyes.

For some reasons, They couldn't talk. And it's very overwhelming.

“Let's just— help me clean these things, please.” Camilo swear that he saw his prima is sweating nervously as heck. Her face is quickly turned very pale making him worried, “Uh ... Mi Prima? Are you—”

“Todo está bien.” with that, she immediately left to grab a broom and clean the mess, not letting Camilo help her either. After cleaning the mess, the two of them apologized to older woman “We are so sorry, Tía Julieta. We promise that we will not break anything ever again.”

(Y/N) nod her head furiously as she tried to avert her gaze to somewhere else. Not brave enough to let out a single word to her mother while fidgeting her fingers nervously.

“It's alright, you two can go now.” with that, (Y/N) immediately run out of the kitchen leaving Camilo behind.

At first, Julieta thought that the person is her own daughter who never spoke to anyone since she was twelve. She's not very talkative. She won't talk unless it's necessary like a conversation about the family.

But it's no use since she never saw a single paper or pencil that she had to use if she wanted to write anything in her daughter's room.

Is it Mirabel?

“Huh? What poem? I haven't write anything yet for the exciting day!”

Then, is it Isabela?

“I am so sorry mamá, but i'm really busy that i don't have a chance to write a letter even it's for you. Maybe it's Luisa, since she haven't gave you something new?”

Luisa—

“Mamá. I don't even have a pencil and a paper.”

Julieta sighs in defeat. The writing style is unfamiliar to her, that's what make it more difficult. Why don't she just ask the children to write and check their writing style? —

“Oh wait, i think that would work. If the person is not from this family, then it really is from someone else - i think Agustin will be the one who search them up for me.”

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“Oh oh! Are we going to write a letter to each other?” Antonio asks his aunt excitedly as he grab his pencil, “Hm, yes - of course we will! Since we have a free time, why don't we spend it together?”

Julieta had to dragged brought the adults to join her too, she just wants to see their writing style too. Not only the children. “how about a poem?” Dolores question making Julieta's attention immediately moved to her.

“Of course, you can write a poem too!”

As she finished, her gaze kept wandering to one by one. But none of them showing any suspicions to her. This is very difficult. But little did she know, one of her dear daughter is now sweating. Her hands are wet. Her heart beat so fast making Dolores glance at (Y/N).

Before she could asks her prima, (Y/N) shot up while breath in then out and showed her stoic face as if nothing happened to her. And then she just started writing leaving Dolores drowned in confusion.

‘What just happened to her?’

Right now, (Y/N) is debating with herself in her mind. What is she going to write? A poem like she used to write for her mother? But she's afraid of getting caught. She never apologized properly, and she wants to take baby steps.

‘I am screwed.’

(Y/N) decided to change her writing style, and surprisingly, it goes well. And it's quite different from the style she used to. Slowly, a small smile crept on her face ashe began to write a short letter.

Letting her hands dancing with the pencil on the paper, slowly but surely. It is very expressive words. After everyone is done, Julieta still can't find the mysterious person. It is decided.

The person is from the village. Not her family. But who in the world loved her platonically? Is it the orphanage children? No, she don't think so.

She sighs in defeat, making her daughters look at her worriedly. “Hey, do any of you have any idea what makes mom look confused right now?” Isabela asks her sisters quitely, making sure that the others doesn't hear them. Luisa began to think and then shake her head “Nope, but she looks fine for these past few days to me.” she reponds.

“Huh, then what about you Mirabel?” Isabela turn to her youngest sister, “I don't know, but all i know that mom has gotten one or two poems everyday in the morning for these past few weeks.” The youngest answered while glancing at her mother.

“A poem? ... So that's why she wants us to write anything so she can match the writing style, huh?” Isabela mutters and then searching for her another sister. Unfortunately, (Y/N) stood up and then left the living room first.

“Uh ... Why is she so quite and hurry?” Luisa asks that notices her sister's curiousity, “Mamá said she's not very talkative, but i l've once read her letters that is sooo expressive and it's very touching!” Mirabel yelled-whispers excitedly. “it's like — She's the silent words, y'know?”

And that clicked the three of them, “Hey, don't you think that the person who gave mom poems every morning is ... Her?” Dolores, the cousin who heard their conversation decides to joined them.

“What poem?” Isabela jumped at her sudden presence and then sighs, “Dios mio, Dolores. Don't scare me like that again!” “Oops, Lo siento.”

Mirabel explained everything to her prima and then letting her think for a moment, “Sometimes, i do hear someone is writing. But i am not sure who is it since they keep changing their place to write.” Isabela widen her eyes.

“(Y/N)!”

She exclaimed loudly making the other's attetion turned to her, also making Dolores closed her ears “Oh uh— ... Sorry.”

“Wait, so it's really (Y/N)?” Mirabel asks in more quite tone, “Are you sure about that? Because ... You know, she don't have any pencil and papers.” Luisa add in, “Unless she buy some.” Dolores fold her arms.

“Yes, and i'm sure it's really her.” Before she continue, (Y/N) quickly ran inside the living room again and take her bag. “Oh (Y/N)! We were just about to—”

Luisa is cut off when (Y/N) immediately left the room again, but the thing is, she accidently drop a single paper from her bag. Making Isabela quickly take it with her vines, “Oh look, she drop this.”

Dolores let out a quiet “hm!” in response. “Is that a ... Poem?” Mirabel take the paper from her hermana and then they read it together.

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Call out, Call loud : “I'm not ready, and don't come find me!”

The sacks in the toolshed smell like the trash seaside.

They’ll never find you in this blackhole salty dark,

You’ve never heard them sound so silent hushed before.

Don’t breathe. Don’t move. Stay dumb. Hide in your blindness.

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"It's like— she's hiding? There are some typos too.”

"What are you guys reading?” Camilo asks suddenly making them jumped and Isabela surprise him with her flowers.

“We are having girls talk, now shoo shoo.” Camilo rolled his eyes and then walk away in flamboyant, “i think we need to go to somewhere more quite.” Luisa recommended and then the four of them started to leave the living room as they excused themselves.

“Or ... Should we find (Y/N) instead?” “No, i don't think so. She'll freak out and teleport to somewhere we don't know.” Isabela read the paper once again and then they finally arrive at the quite place.

At least not too noisy for dear Dolores.

“Right, i almost forgot her gift is teleportation.” Mirabel mumbles, “but the poem says ‘I'm ready and come find me.’ i think she wants us to find her and talk to her?”

“Hm, but why don't she?” Dolores asks as she tilt her head to the side.

“It's because i'm not good at taking the conversation.” someone suddenly answered making the four of them look at the person. There, stood a young girl who is shaking, and quite messy. Maybe she's not using her gift and keep running for her life.

“H-Hola.” she muttered.

“(Y/N)! So it's really you!” Mirabel quickly throw herself to her hermana and let (Y/N) catch her without second thought. (Y/N) yelped and then hold her sister carefully, “I— ... Y-yes, i'm the one who ... Write those p-poems. I couldn't apologize properly to ... Mamá.” She rub her arms nervously after letting Mirabel go.

“So that's why the letters are so expressive because the person is having an inability to talk to the elders, huh?” Isabela add in.

“That's— ... You're right, Isabela.” (Y/N) sighs in defeat as she sat with the girls and take out her paper and pencil from her bag.

“Why don't you just talk to her, ya know, heart-to-heart?” Luisa asks curiously as she pat (Y/N)'s back, trying to ease her down.

“I can't, Luisa. It's hard, very hard. But i ... I tried my b-best, you know? I Uh— ... i just couldn't say it that easy.” Mirabel began to think in anticipate and then an idea came immediately, “You know what? You need to leave some hints here and there.”

“How—”

“Leave your name, letter by letter. And let mom collect it until your name is completed!” (Y/N) widen her eyes and then began to shake again, “W-what if she ... want to talk with me? I- i ... I couldn't—"

“Just take your time. Mamá will understand you, hermana.” Isabela hold her sister's hand and Dolores nod her head in agreement. “Just remember that she is not like abuela just because she's her daughter.” Dolores rub her back in circles.

Right.

Julieta is not like Alma.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. (Y/N) smiled at her hermanas and prima as she nod her head, without a second, the girls give her a big hug making her let out a pure laugh.

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“Oh? I think they're leaving some hints.” Julieta read the poem again while stacking the poems and put it all together. ;

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Once upon a memory

Someone wiped away a tear

Held me close and loved me,

The values you've have taught,

the care you've have given,

and the wonderful love you've shown,

Have enriched my life

in more ways than I can count.

I owe you an eternal paradise.

— Your dearest, (n).

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Julieta was touched by the words. There's no possibility that this person loved her in romantic way, they adore her in sweetest platonic way.

She noticed that each poems had single letter in the end. That clicked her brain, she quickly put the letters all together and a name was completly written. “(Y/N)..?”

She remembered the accident day and since then her daughter began to feel more anxious and quite. She wipe her hands after making arepas and quickly left the kitchen in order to find her quite daughter.

“Ay, (Y/N).” she muttered worriedly.

Dolores who heard the whole muttering decide to inform her primas, “She's going to find (Y/N).” the girls stare at (Y/N), “w-what?”

“Prepare yourself, hermana.” Isabela pat her head even though she's quite taller than her. “Oh no, i don't think i can talk properly to her.” Mirabel smack her arm playfully, “Come on, don't be so pessimist! You'll be fine.”

“We'll be waiting for you when you're done.” Luisa chuckled at her sister's nervousness. It remembered her the day where she's feeling weak.

“I— uh— ... BUT—” (Y/N) was immediately cut off by her youngest sister.

“Casita.” Mirabel spoke in sudden before (Y/N) tries to escape by herself.

The floor started to move just to send (Y/N) out from the nursery, (Y/N)'s eyes shift to her mother's presence who is now searching for her. “Dios—... Dios, dios, dios—” she kept muttering and ran to find a hiding spot.

Instead of searching a safe place, she accidently bumped into her Tía Pepa who has a dark stormy cloud above her head, and later, she got strucked by one of her lighting that completely making her jolts in pain.

“i— i'm .. totally fine— ... ” her face immediately fall on the flat floor.

“JULIETA!!!” Pepa screamed in purest panic, making all the members of the family ran to her and only found (Y/N) laying on the floor.

“Oh.” Mirabel blurted out of nowhere making Isabela facepalmed at her, Luisa rub the back of her head bashfully as Dolores sighs in defeat.

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[amandav09]

POV: Reveals their love (during the early seasons (before their lives become a brothel))

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The controls are open I apologize for my English

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Izuku: -It’s easy to know when you love someone -Turns red when he sees you, stutter -Almost the whole class pushed him to say what was on his heart -Of course the feelings are reciprocal otherwise you would not read now -He is so cute when he is shy but reassures the -He deserves a lot of hugs for having the strength to tell you everything Katuki: -Complete asshole -Yell at you more than others because he doesn’t take responsibility -Be patient with him, I know it’s complicated considering his character, but courage -If you want to piss him off play the romantic, it bothers him “Can’t you do something good in your life?” «Kiss me and you will see how much I can make you addict» Caress his cheek at the same time -Kiss him to shut his mouth, it always works -The next day you will see him in the same position in the same place as when you kissed him -He will show you more and more attention, believing that he just feared that his feelings were not reciprocated Denki: -Harasses -But it’s the doubts that take possession of you, I mean this guy is known to be a pervert (he doesn’t hang out with Mineta for nothing) -This could very well be one of his fleeting delusions -You’re the person who understands him best, he doesn’t force himself to use his alter to make you laugh, he doesn’t want to lose you -Mina plays matchmaker - Coincidentally (*Tousse* Mina *Tousse*) you hear a conversation between him and Eijiro about his love for you -Now, it’s serious "Denki?" You gently call him in your arms “I love you too” -20/20 in imitation of goldfish

Shoto: -It’s very complicated with him -Ask Izuku for help because otherwise you won’t make it 'When Ochaco gets involved, it’s bad, she’s very nice, but she’s already struggling with Deku, so she’s in a bad spot.' -Find yourself alone to discuss it, listen to it, above all you must be able to read his body attitude to somehow understand his feelings -Never doubt his love, it’s just that he needs time Tamaki: -It is a baby <3 -Too shy to admit, so he’s counting on you to take the first step 'When he feels that you are going to tell him something important he will stick to a wall, crouch between the wall and tell him how much you love him.' -Put his hands in front of his face for a few seconds before taking them off to smile at you -Now you are his wall, he will take refuge in your arms all the time and put his head in your neck -Watch out for the person who is bothering him or he will have a bad quarter of an hour Shinso: -He confessed to you a good 30 times, but as soon as you start your answer he makes you forget everything (too stressful to know the answer) -It is Aizawa who gives him advice (yes he, who would have believed him) -Your head hurts, you suspect it in being the cause -He tries one last time "I love you" He whispers "Shinso"It was the moment when he stops you, but he doesn’t do anything about it, not this time "I love you too" -Regret all the times he stopped you right away -Promises to catch up with Aizawa -When you say the opposite, it’s not a joke -Be an electric battery (just move more than it is you are considered turbulent for it) -Offers to go out one night -It is from tonight that you are HIS electric battery -Takes you in his arms just because he’s tired of seeing you move like that, but mostly because he loves you huh

Present Mic: -Close to shouting it from the rooftops -Watch your back, no I’m not kidding really watch out, he’ll run after you and hug you -It’s very obvious when he loves someone 'Return his feelings to him, I beg you, this man deserves love' -You’ll hear her scream her love from the end of high school -Aizawa hit him several times -Everyone knows you’re together, absolutely everyone Hawks: -It’s a drama queen -He wants to set up a gap between the two of you to find him -Don’t ask why there’s a bouquet of flowers in a KFC box right outside your door 'It is he who tells you. 

I threatened to pluck her feathers if he did not tell you, 

Tomura: -A complete asshole, so it will take a while to realize that you love him, but especially that he loves you -He is often preoccupied with his plans so he did not have time to ask the question -Until he sees you laughing with a guy -Touch the guy, and not with the right finger, believe me: “Why did you do this to me?” You’re angry, “I don’t like people touching my stuff.” -Probably the deepest evidence of verbal love coming from him, but don’t worry, you’ll notice he’s looking at you a lot more times than usual, plus he’s sticking to you Dabi: -Neither believe in the beginning "He’s had such a shitty life that to think you stole his heart puts him in doubt." -It’s hard to believe, but you’re going to have to take the first step, but you have to take it slow -Starts with small gestures, hands on shoulder to stick shoulder to shoulder -Never tell you clearly how he feels -Shit, he’s a bad guy -Play the nerve, he likes it -When you tell him I love you, he will smile and caress your cheek with his fingertips (he is dramatic) -But don’t worry, darling, he loves you as much as his little heart allows

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[wxniesrxse]

Trying to Escape YANDERE TRAINEE A shot

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Pairing: TA x you reader

Genre: Yandere, toxic relationship, dark romance

Warning : toxic relationship (might trigger some of you ) don’t read if it bothers you!

💜What's a Yandere personality: Yandere is a Japanese archetype used to define a character whose love, admiration, and devotion is so strong that it is expressed as an excessive obsession and possessiveness. They are often seen as characters that are crazily in love with someone. (Def 2) It is well recognized in Japanese novels, manga, anime, and video games. A yandere character appears first as a harmless individual, but behind their meek nature is a broken psyche. Once they fall in love, they would do anything for their love interest, including committing atrocious crimes.💖

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Intro

I never thought he could be this way.....if I knew who he really was I wouldn't still be with him. Now I can't escape. I feel trapped and have nowhere to go. My family must be so worried about me.

I bend my legs towards me and wrapped my arms around them. I laid my head against them while closing my eyes. I'm sitting in a silent room where everything is color grey: walls, floor, chairs, table, and bed. Hehe...even the sky I see through the locked window is grey.

My life turned grey after I started living with him.

What time is it?...

I look at the white alarm clock that's on the table beside my bed. "6:45 pm..." I mumbled to myself as stared at the tiny clock. You look at the small calendar next to it.

Wait?!.... Today is the day he is at the audition! That means...he'll come late! I can escape!

There's something he doesn't know...the secret place to escape....I found it one time as I was exploring the room. In a corner where the big square piece meets the wall, I can open it up, and down it leads me to a strange dark place.

I also saw some light....could it lead me right outside?

Quickly I put my running shoes on. I shoved some clean clothes and others important items inside my backpack. I ran towards the corner of the wall pulling out a knife from my backpack at the same time. I hit the knife against a side of the floor so it can go trough. I pushed down and try to cut throughly upwards.

It took me a few hard minutes to finally open the "door" of the floor. I threw my backpack down inside first. It seems that ground is not that high...I might I get injured a little once I fall down but I don't care I just want to get out of here.

I did as I thought and yes....I hurt myself , I hit my knees but I can still walk...feels quiet painful.

The light! I see the light! It's like a tunnel, a tunnel with light coming through. What is this place? Whatever, I don't care how long it's gonna take me to get there, I have to get away from him.

" I have to escape! I need to be free from him!"

"Ohhh really?....hmmp....my beautiful y/n wants leave me?..." you heard his voice.

You are freeze. Unable to move. Your eyes are so wide as they've never been before. You felt your heart beat so fast out of here. Many crazy thoughts went through your mind, but once you remember he was supposed to be in the audition...did he lied to you all this time?

You felt angry.

" YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE AUDITION YOU LIAR!" You shouted as tears run down your red cheeks.

" Of course not...I would never leave my princess alone...ever. I love you so so much, and I would never let you go nor would I leave you alone...ever." He said.

I dropped on my knees.

Did he know about this place? When the times he left...was he hiding here all this time???

I heard his heavy footsteps getting closer towards me.    I felt his cold hands on top of my forearms. He was trying to pick me up. I stand up along with him. He wrapped his arms around my body and I felt his lips close to ear.

" I will always be right here for you...anywhere and in anything...I will protect you from everyone...you need to understand that you are my everything...I love you Y/n...you're only mine forever..." he kissed the top of my ear.

I start to cry again his chest.

I will never get out.

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No...I must leave...I must get out of this hell hole he has me in. I'm down here already....the only thing I need is to be brave and strong to fight him.

I pushed him off me with so much force that he fell to the ground. " NEVER! I won't stay with you! I'm leaving!" I start to run as fast as I can while putting on my backpack. I follow the light of the tunnel, and as I run towards the small hole of the tunnel was getting bigger as I'm getting close to it. 

I heard the sound of his shoes behind me. He is catching me! No!

My heart is beating fast and I'm starting to sweat. I can't let him catch me.

💔Sangwon:  *stops running and falls on his knees* YN! *starts to cry* Please don't go...If you leave...I'll kill myself!.... You have to understand that you are so important to me... I would do anything for you...so please....*growls slightly angry* Stay..with me..forever..* glares at you but he walks up to you and kisses your cheek with a soft gaze*❤️

❤️‍🔥Woochan: YN!!!! *stops running to catch his breath* Haha...Let's talk! Look! *smiled sheepishly* I know my behavior lately has been....intense...but that's because I...I accidentally killed someone that was trying to hurt you....S-so I'm a little nervous...b-but I did it for you! To save you from evil friends trying to hurt you! L/N Y/N! That's how much I love you! *he gets on his knees and pleads to you* 💋

🌹James: but Y/N...you love me...I know you do...so why are you running away? Do I scare you? But...the only thing I'm doing is protecting you...Isn't that what a good boyfriend does to the girl he loves? STAY.WITH.ME...YN. * gets close to your face *🎈

❣️JJ: HAHAAHAHAHAHA! Haaaaa...YN, YN, YN ~~...my beautiful YN....you are crazy if you think you can run away from me...I already told you before...*smirks* you are mine and you will never escape from me...because I love you~ *winks* 🎁

❌JIHOON: *chuckles to himself * Ahh...look...we can do this in the easy way or the hard way...you choose...but whatever option you pick...you will never escape me...because I'm your only true love and you will stay with me...got it? *smiles at you sweetly* ❗️

😡Leo: *pushes you against a wall, his face close to yours * You know very well you can't escape from me, even if I let out freely, I'll find you somehow... because I know everything about you, I will kill anyone that tries to intervene between us not mattering if it's your friend...or a family member...you are mine...got that clear? *holds your waist* 🍷

💥Yorch:  * immediately catches you and back hugs you while crying* YN! Please just... stop running...look I can change if you want me to...I just...I love you too much...and I don't want to lose you...I love you so much that I could kill someone for you...*he hugs you tighter *🥀

I...I don't know what to do...he said I can't escape from him even if he lets me outside...I'm scared...what should I do...I guess my fate is to stay with him forever...I haven't said this before...but I love him too...I can't just leave him alone...maybe I can change him!

"Come on let's go inside, my YN..." he holds my hand with that sweet smile on his handsome face.

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[luckyspacerabbit]

Can I have 33, 39, 43, and 50 for both Dan Hyun and Jade? 👀

ahh it would mean the world to me ;_; thank you dear steph! A shooting star for you 🌠🌠 hehe

Dan Hyun☄

﹝33. What skills do they have that are a surprise to the people around them?﹞

Her actual combat execution always comes as a surprise to people, despite the fact that she's a soldier. I think because of how she delegates and carries herself, people assume that on the field she'll bring up the rear of the squad and operate at a distance. That's before she comes crashing into them with full-tech armor, yelling like a complete foghorn. Fun related excerpt from her dossier that features one of her related combat formations:

Hammer- Offensive- Dan Hyun takes point, making herself the biggest and loudest target on the field. Companions flank from behind, forming a triangular point that is meant to barrel through enemy lines. Upon tech armor detonation, the entire team swings forward, crumbling enemy defenses.

﹝39. Do they keep around any sentimental items?﹞

Her mom's pearl earring and Kai's dog tags! (I had the earring as a ruby before but I've retconned them for character themeing <3 ). She wore the pearl set to a friend's birthday party (that she wasn't supposed to go to) and lost one in the heat of the disaster. Her mom graciously repurposed it into a simple necklace for her, so sometimes you can spot it around her neck. Her N7 dog tags were originally made for Kai, before he was listed KIA and thus never took his exam. Anderson pulled some strings to save the digits, in hopes of motivating Dan Hyun to later undergo the N7 qualifying exam. It clearly worked. If it's not around her neck, it's resting on her nearby desk.

﹝43. Which version of the Normandy do they like best?﹞

Definitely the SR2. She absolutely hated it when she boarded initially-- All her life, her blood had run Alliance blue. Seeing that dreadful Cerberus orange sickened her. I think of all people, she was the most surprised to realize on the SR3 just how much she missed the SR2. She'd come to associate it with not just her close friends and confidantes, but her squad. Her team, brave enough to splinter from one of the most dangerous terrorists in the galaxy to take down the reapers on their terms. She'd fallen in love on the SR2. Watched the dead come back to life. Formed a community. And experienced one of the biggest betrayals of her life. The SR2 was unforgettable-- and she missed it more than anything.

﹝50. Is your Shepard indoctrinated?﹞

Damn, she might be! I definitely subscribe to reaper tech being a part of Dan Hyun meaning there is some level of indoctrination surrounding her. There's a certain range of difficulty to saying no to her that increases as Me3 goes on, an enamouring dreamlike guidance that brings her back and back to the Reapers. But in the good end, (the end which her loved ones remain alive) her will is strong. It takes dedication, but she can refuse the urges when she's kept close with the people she loves. The silence that comes with the destroy ending is so freeing.

Jade✃

﹝33. What skills do they have that are a surprise to the people around them?﹞

She has near perfect memory. Whether it's an offhand comment from five years ago, or jeopardy facts from the year 2177, Jade has it down pat. Her Aunts from the salon used to reward her with orange hard candies if she could guess trivia answers on the fly, something that went on to catch people off guard when she replied with obscure answers to their questions. Also? Huge movie nerd for oft rerun westerns. She'll pepper in dialogue from country star greats on any occasion. It turns out killing time by watching TV doesn't melt your brain!

﹝39. Do they keep around any sentimental items?﹞

No. The one thing Jade keeps is the necklace she's had since she was a baby: but even that isn't sentimental. It's an endless question to which she swears she doesn't want the answer to: Just who her birth parents were and why they left her on the doorstep of that salon.

﹝43. Which version of the Normandy do they like best?﹞

She's only been on the Normandy SR-3, but it's definitely her favorite edition. The original Normandy would have been too polished and official for her. Normandy SR-2? Well, too chummy, too fast (Not to mention all that drama with Shepard and some of Jade's operatives). The Normandy SR-3 is the perfect mix of scrappily put together, mixed with just enough awkward tension that keeps everyone apart enough to get things done.

﹝50. Is your Shepard indoctrinated?﹞

No, definitely not. Jade loves technology, but there's no way in hell she would get close enough to Reaper tech to become indoctrinated. It's the reason she defects from Cerberus after Me2, and the reason she gets in a large argument (and split) with Kai after he entertains the idea. She refuses to put mind at risk-- it's one of the few things she can count on.

[pinievsev]

Can I get 7 and 18 with Ajax petropolus? With fluff at the end? Thank youuuu!

Omg I had trouble using both prompts but I did it! So here you go!

SECOND CHANCE

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x !gn!telekinesis reader.

Warnings: angst with fluff at the end, swearing

Prompts used: 7. "What are you doing out here?!" And 18. "No, no don't say that.."

P.s OMG I WROTE THIS AND FORGOT TO SAVE IT- I LEFT TUMBLR TO FIND A LINK AND I LOST THIS WHOLE THING ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

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You stared at Ajax, mouth slightly parted, you were outside in the courtyard, it was dark and cold, around 10pm, "y/n...?" You shook your head "no i-" you had been ignoring your friends and boyfriend for a week now, you felt like a burden to them, like you were annoying. "Please just talk to me..." He pleaded taking a step forward but you shook your head once again, his eyes started to water like yours "please..." You sighed and nodded "I just, I feel like a burden you know, like I'm annoying to everyone, like I don't fit in" you said letting out a dry laugh, ha, not fitting into a school for outcasts, "no, no don't say that..."

Ajax started, "you aren't annoying or a burden, and you fit in just fine love.." you were about to reply when you heard Principle Weems "Ms. L/n! Mr. Petropolus! What are you doing out here so late!? Chop chop to your rooms!" She shooed you both away.

Your siren roommate had sunk out a while ago, to have a sleepover with her friends. So you were alone for about twenty minutes, laying on your bed looking at the ceiling not even bothering to change. You flinched and jumped up when you heard a knock from the window. Slowly walking up to it you opened it holding up your arm you lifted the what or whoever was there mid air "whoa whoa!" Ajax's voice sounded "oh- oh my god Ajax!" You panicked letting him down on the window sill "what are you doing out here?!"

You moved to let him in and close the window behind him. "I just wanted to talk to you" he said and you nodded "go ahead..." "Okay please just listen to me for a bit" you nodded and moved your arm to make a zipper motion Infront of your lips he smiled and breathed in "so... Look I'm sorry! If I knew how you felt, i would have helped you, I would've been a better boyfriend to you, I would've done something!" He said frustrated, your eyes were wide and glossy by the end of it.

You franticly shook your head for the 100th time that day, "no no! Ajax, it's not you! You did nothing wrong, you're an amazing boyfriend I promise" you blurred out and dashed forward hugging him as tight as possible. Him immediately returning the favour hugging you just as tightly, "if you ever feel like that again, promise you'll tell me.." you nodded and pulled back slightly to look at him "I promise" he leaned down and "good" he said right before kissing you, mumbling into your lips "because I can't lose you"

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Finally I wrote it again!!

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[manjiroscum]

castle of sand

Character/s: Manjiro Sano, Emma Sano, Shinichiro Sano & Izana Kurokawa

Warnings: f!reader, dubcon, incest, yandere sano family, yandere themes, explicit sexual themes, medieval period, hard dom!Izana & Mikey, soft dom!Shinichiro & Emma, cunnilingus, wax play, double penetration/double vag, manipulation, gagging, imprisonment, forced restraining, throat fucking, dacryphilia (?), impregnation, mentions of murder, dark content and breeding kink. Minors do not interact.

Note: I don't condone any heinous acts committed below. It is all for fictional purposes. If you don't like what it contains, feel free to skip it!

Synopsis: Like all the other princesses in fairytales, you were locked away in a tower—not by an evil witch but by your own insane siblings.

✃WC: 2.9K

Horses neighing and the familiar creaking of a carriage caught your ears, instantly rushing to the window to see who it was. What a foolish thought it was to think it could be anyone else other than one of your beloved siblings coming to visit. The royal family’s crest evident in the carriage’s flags flapping in the air. No one, from the highest court lady to a mere beggar in the street, knew about your whereabouts. They definitely outdone themselves—picking the abandoned tower nearby the woods dubbed to be infested with vindictive witches and monsters. A mere rumor started by the second prince of the kingdom secretly a few years back in preparation. But the days you've spent here proved no such thing and you wished the village nearby would realize that too. Wishful thinking it was...

“H-how do you do, brother?”

Izana strode into your room, irises reminding you of lightning swept across the room, finding something that is amiss before meeting yours with a smile stretched on his handsome features. Relief flooded his veins upon seeing you didn’t try to escape again. He’d have to scold Emma for tainting your head about how the lake nearby was beautiful to swim in. Guess the shackles he bought might have to stay in the storage room, for now, he supposed. Opening his arms wide, he approached you like any lover would do.

“Good day, my love. Did you sleep well last night?”

Meeting him halfway with exhaustion in your bones, you shivered at his lips making contact with your neck. Nose breathing in the scent of sunshine and roses in your skin. It took everything in Izana not to strip you bare and take you then and there—having no shame. He missed being trapped in your heat, drawing out the sweetest moans from your luscious lips that he loved to kiss until the sun rose to the sky. If anything, he wished he was the one who came up with the idea of isolating you first. He wished it was he alone who knew where you were so he wouldn't have to share. Manjiro was often rough with you, making sure to break you down until it was Izana’s turn and him having to nurse your bemoaning state. But his lust for you had to wait, especially since he had good news to share. Not bothering to hear your response, he pulled away and grinned down at you.

“Did he tell you last night? Shinichiro is finally going to wage war against the other kingdom!”

Enthusiasm in Izana’s beaming smile was not shared by you, fearing for what was to come with the wake of war. What was to become with your engagement to Rindou now that your brother was off to cause havoc against them? Not only that, you were still trapped here—the reasons they gave you for doing so inconsistent each time you asked.

Shinichiro, now crowned king after your father’s mysterious death, did try to annul the engagement between you and the neighboring country’s second prince through peaceful negotiations. However, once the news reached him that his request had been denied, Shinichiro was quick to whisk you away and locked you up in this tower. Your protests landed on deaf ears as you were practically dragged out of your room and out the palace doors where the carriage leading to your inevitable loneliness in this desolate place was waiting. Cries and pleas were ignored by your older sister, Emma, while she tried to console you on the way—that Shinichiro knew what was best for you. That Shinichiro knew that this was for your own good.

That they had only the best interests for their youngest sister.

“What? Then that means—”

“Yes, you wouldn't have to marry that stranger if we win!” Taking your hand into his, Izana’s smile was the happiest you’ve seen these past few days. “This is splendid news indeed, don’t you agree? That stupid prince could never be good for you, anyway. You heard about his sleaze of a brother, correct? I bet that bastard is the same too. Honestly, what was Father thinking when he accepted the proposal? Stupid bastard.”

About to chastise him for speaking ill about the dead, the words died on your tongue. Izana was never considered a prince by your father, nor even as a son, which broke your heart. Still, it didn’t sit well with you to hear your brother talk badly about the late king. Taking your silence as displeasure, Izana reared his shocked gaze at you, grin completely gone.

“Wait, are you in love with him? The prince? No, you can’t be—you couldn’t fall in love with a man you never chanced upon meeting.” He made sure of that—intercepting the letters the younger Haitani prince sent religiously every month and burning them in the fireplace while laughing with Manjiro at the attempts. Made sure you would never know about any other man!

“Huh? N-no, it is what you said… I don’t have any feelings for the prince,” you quickly answered, fearing the ugly green monster lurking underneath those violet irises to arise. “I never met him and he never sent any letter to show his interest.”

“Ah, I see. It is for the best, my love.” Leaning down to kiss you, Izana fought back the urge to chuckle at how perfect things have become. “Wouldn’t want any bastard to taint you. They’ll never love you the way I could.”

“Brother, if a war is going to start… Don’t you think I should go back home?”

“Home?” Blinking at your words, Izana laughed. “What are you talking about? This is your new home.”

“Brother, I can’t call this a home—it’ll never be one!” Finding the tone of your voice alarming, Izana tried to hug you and perhaps change the subject with a few soothing caresses down your back. But you evaded each hand that reached out, tired of being alone. “I miss everyone back in the palace. I want to go back, Izana… I can’t stand it here. It’s too quiet, I feel like I might go mad if I stay here any longer! A war is going to occur, isn’t it? Then I should go home—where it’s much safer!”

“You can’t go back now. Not when the war is about to begin. It’s not safe in the palace!”

Izana knew the moment you go back, everyone would hog your attention. Another tactless suitor will show up to woo their precious princess. Your brothers will have more heads to cut off if you were to stay there. It was much safer here... where you will never step foot outside.

“If the palace isn’t safe, then where—”

His hands grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks enough for your lips to pucker and to shut you up. “Listen to me for I will not repeat this again, do you understand?” Izana’s voice lowered in solemnity, those purple hues narrowed sharply into yours—signaling that you might taste his wrath if you were to object. You didn’t want that. Not after your knees were close to getting blisters after kneeling for countless hours while he fucked your sore mouth the last time it happened. “You are never leaving this place until we say so. This is for your own good. We know what is good and what’s bad. You wouldn’t disobey us, right? You’re our good girl, aren’t you?”

And what other choice did you have but to nod?

At least your submission put Izana in a good mood, taking his time fingering your pussy and kissing those plump pussy folds. Lips and tongue bent on making you cum before he sinks his thick cock into your tight cunt they all were mad for.

“So good to me. You wouldn’t make me angry, right?” Izana whispered, panting above you while his hips hammered into yours. Gleeful at the way your eyes rolled back, mouth open and drool dripping on the side. Lilac eyes drinking in the way goosebumps littered across your flushed skin. Melodic moans his other brothers would kill to hear music to his ears. There was no way he’d let any peasant lower than dirt nor the highest of the court—not even the god the church worships—could have you. “Next time, I’ll bring Shinichiro over with me. You’ll treat big brother well, right? Let him fuck this pussy before he goes to war for you?”

“Y-yes! I-zana, so good. So, so good—harder, please! More, more!”

The sunsets you have witnessed since you’ve been locked away here, you were barely able to count it on your fingers. Still, somewhere in the deep crevices of your mind, you longed for rescue. Desiring that your siblings would set you free, one day, and rejoin civilization. Weren’t the people concerned about their princess’ whereabouts? Of course, you dare not say it aloud again after Manjiro made fun of your naivety. Despite how he claims to love you more than the other three, he could be quite mean. Meaner than Izana unless the latter was in a foul mood. Tugging on your heartstrings until tears rolled down your cheeks and then comfort you, kissing the teardrops away as if he didn’t call you stupid.

“Please, don’t cry. I hate to see you weep like this, dear sister.” Cupping your damp cheeks, Manjiro wiped them away with his thumb after pressing chaste kisses on the supple flesh. “The only time I like to see you cry like this is when I’m inside you. Emma or Shinichiro will be upset when they come over to see your teary eyes. Wouldn't want your big brother to get into trouble, yeah?”

Of course you’d dry those tears and beam at him despite the hurtful words he spoke. Because according to Izana’s decree, anyone who will make the princess cry shall die by his blade. A law honored by the king himself.

Each time you greeted the moon, the candles in your bedside were lit—one of them being the special candle in your brother’s hand. You silently watched the melted wax land on your left thigh. Manjiro’s empty eyes burned like the dancing flame as he observed every quiver of your flesh. The moans and whimpers leaving your lips due to the stinging pain filled the quiet evening air. His fingers deep in your cunt, stretching the muscle as his thumb drew figures of eight on your clit. Tongue licking his lower lip and then the tears on your cheek after cooing at your whines.

“What’s the matter? Does it hurt?” he chuckled a bit breathlessly, seeing you shake your head softly. “You should be happy, love. This candle is no ordinary one—beeswax will certainly hurt your skin more and we don’t want that. Big brother always thinks what's best for you… What do you say?”

“Man—ah—jiro, thank you. Thank you, brother. P-please,” you whined, pressing your thighs together in an attempt for him to hasten his fingers’ pumping. The hot wax now dried and hardened on your thigh. “Want. Want it inside me. Please!”

“Use your words, princess.” He then blew out the flame. You eyed the candle he slowly brought down close to the entrance of your pussy after he pulled his slick coated fingers away. Your juices on his hand glistened under the golden glow of the other lit candles. “What do you want inside, love? My cock? Or this candle?” Immediately shaking your head at the last suggestion, Manjiro narrowed his eyes. “As I said, use your words. Say it aloud. Or is that mouth useless?”

“Your cock! I want your cock inside me. Not the candle. Your cock—please!”

A smirk adorned his features, hovering above you and tossing the candle away. “That’s better. Only good girls get fucked nice and hard. You are my good girl.” Whatever your response was turned into a wanton moan as Manjiro sank his cock into your damp cunt, finding a rhythm. The third prince of the kingdom grinned down at the lewd expression etched across your features while he pistoned his shaft into your welcoming lips, drunk on the tune of skin slapping and your juices coating his cock. The sound of sex enough to send him over the edge. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You like that, huh? Got the whole kingdom wondering where their little princess is, not knowing she’s getting fucked dumb by her own brother.”

There were quiet days, often more than the chaos Manjiro and Izana brought forth with their presence. Emma had the most visits, coming and going as she pleases. Not tied down to royal duties like the rest of your brothers. You did think you had some sort of ally in this setup, especially since it was her who you turn to when things go wrong. Emma was the sweetest out of all your siblings, always out to look after you and make sure the other three wouldn’t end up at each other’s throats. You sometimes ended up wishing it was her coming and not Manjiro.

But she and her brothers had one thing in common—their obsession with you, their darling sister. And when she stumbled on you trying to climb out the window despite how nasty of a fall it might be if you still pursued, best believe she was telling them of your actions.

Hues of honey usually dripping with adoration narrowed coldly at the scene. Her hand quick to wrap around your wrist and pull you away from the window. Mentally took note to tell Izana that they needed to be boarded up. She dared not think what could've happened if she didn’t intervene on time.

You’ve dug your own grave.

“Aw, such pretty noises from someone getting punished,” Emma cooed, palm caressing your inner thighs while her other hand stretched your gummy walls. Her eyes sparkling at the pink muscles clenching, bringing forth your third orgasm. Your muffled whines brought her gaze back to you, the corners of her mouth curling up. Pliant and vulnerable—this was how she liked to see you. A balled-up cloth gagged your lips, blankets tied around your ankles to the four-poster bed’s posts that forced your legs to open up always whereas your hands were tied up together. Muffled pleas for her to stop falling on to deaf ears which morphed into strangled screams of bliss, legs trembling due to Emma’s tongue licking a stripe on your clit.

“Em-mah!”

“Too bad, my dear. I don’t have a cock to stuff you full,” Emma chuckled between your thighs, giving your lower lips a few kitten licks, aiming to engrave your taste on her tongue forever. “Perhaps in another life, I’ll be able to fuck this little pussy of yours and stuff it to the brim if I were a man.” Her skillful tongue began to press further into your hole, mewling at the tears rolling down your cheeks. Your tied hands itching to just grab a fistful of her golden hair and shove her face deeper, hips thrusting up. “Admit it, though. Even if I don’t have a cock, I eat you out better than those three. Won’t you agree, little sis?”

Those three would definitely try and prove her wrong if you were ever to say it to their faces. Egos easily bruised but quick to be stroked up. You were reminded of this the next day when three of your brothers came to visit, to punish you and hoping to send off their eldest brother by treating him to a good show. One he would vividly remember while in battle or in the comforts of his own tent, where he would touch himself to the memory.

Shinichiro’s onyx orbs were intently watching from the corner, remembering each and every detail of your moans and how your folds split apart to both of Izana and Manjiro’s cocks bullying into you. Semen coated your perked tits and all the way down to your stomach. Chest heaving and body thrashing at the animalistic thrusting. You feared you’d tear apart or bled if they kept this up.

“Such a good little slut, don’t you think?”

“She was born for this, taking our cocks like a good whore.”

“She’ll be a good mother, too.”

The moment your fourth orgasm of the night washed over your form, quivering like a leaf in Autumn’s harsh winds, Shinichiro finally stood up from his seat. Manjiro and Izana were quick to step aside, a grin all over their faces while waiting for their king to ravish you like it was his last. And of course, Shinichiro didn’t disappoint. His brothers’ cum still in your cunt made it easy for him to sheath his length in, groaning at how you were still tight after taking two. A sob escaped your lips, arms circling around your big brother’s neck with lips puckered. Chuckling at your neediness, Shinichiro leaned down to kiss you.

“Missed me?” He didn’t have to wait for your response, knowing you did. Evident in how you clung to his body immediately and whining at the tip hitting your cervix with every slam of his hips. Cunt intent on milking him dry, which pleased the older Sano. “Fuck, you do, huh? Such a pussy you have. Always welcoming any cock. Gonna breed you before I go, leave you something so you’ll think of me. Have something to welcome me home after. How do you like that, mhm?”

Whimpering at the weight of his words, whatever your reply was to his statement was useless. The king will always have his way—his subjects would have to welcome you as their new queen once the war is over, just as they will with his future children for the next years to come.

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[19180901]

OMGGGGG, ANOTHER NINJAGO BLOGGG, HIII !!

Okay, so I got a request :)

Can I request a Bentho x sick gn reader ??

CUZ LIKE I REALLY LOVEEE BENTHO !!!!

HELLO HII YOU DONT KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM RN YOURE MY FIRST REQUEST?? OMG IM SO EXCITED LIK LITERALLY I WAS JUMPIN AROUND MY HOUSE BECAUSE I WAS SO HAPPY

BITCH YOU DELETED MY DEPRESSION WITH ONE CLICK ISTG

anD yes gotta love our baby boy benthomaar <333 i love him sm it hurts ugh why is he so cute im gonna slap him into space wtf

anyways i gotta be aesthetic again so hope you enjoy this😋😋

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⤵ ALL THAT YOU ARE...

. . 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 .ᐟ

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✣ . Benthomaar x sick!gn!reader

No warnings, just a few kissy kisses but it's all just tooth-rotting fluff <3

All of this happens before the resurrecting Wojira thing and Benthomaar becoming king. King Trimaar is still alive and so is Kalmaar (unfortunately).

ㅤ- <3

"Love, I can't let you go out like this!"

You groaned in response as Benthomaar, your beloved and caring boyfriend pushed you back in bed like some toddler that searched for some snack at 3:00 am. It wasn't that bad! Just a few coughs and a bit of temperature but nothing deadly...

"You are burning! We can't go pick corals if you're sick. You're gonna stay here until you are well again, end of discussion." He scolded you and tucked you into bed. You pouted your lips at him and crossed your arms.

"But-" "No buts. Stay here, I'm gonna get you chicken soup." You sighed as dramatically as possible and he just smiled at you. Before he could leave though, you grabbed his hand.

"I don't want you to go. Can you stay? Please?" You asked with the best puppy eyes you could pull out. You internally cringed at how cliché your current situation was.

“I'm not gonna leave, okay? I'll get you some medications and soup. I'll be back real soon," he reassured you and pat your head. He can see that you were a bit disappointed that he was leaving you alone. "Y/n, let me take care of you. I want to help you." He smiled the brightest and most adorable smile you've ever seen in your entire life and he kissed your forehead ever so gently. You melted at his affectionate gestures. Gosh, what did you do to have such a perfect lover?

He left you and went out the ridiculously huge doors of his room to get you the chicken soup and meds.

About 20 minutes later, he came back with said items on a tray, plus a glass of water. He sat next to next to you and took out the medicine and gavd it to you. You sat up and ate it with the water.

You were about to take the soup, but a certain prince took it before you could.

You raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled at you. "Say aah~ !" He took a spoonful of the soup and held it up to your mouth, waiting for you to eat it (drink it?).

Your face reddened and you tried to hide your blush with your hand. "Bentho, I can eat it by myself! You don't need to do all of this for me..."

"Of course I do. I want to feed you, wether you're fully capable of doing it yourself or not." Could he get any more adorable?

You complied, rather bashfully, and he fed you the soup.

Once you were done, he put the bowl on the tray and placed it on the bedside table.

"You know you could've just rang the kitchen and they would have come to give you the things." He chuckled and answered you, "I know, but I wanted to do everything by myself for you."

"Wait, you made the soup?" You asked, surprised.

"Of course. Why are you surprised?"

"Since when do you know how to cook?"

"There's a whole lot of stuff I can do that you don't know about."

He giggled at the impressed look displayed all over your face. He took your hand and intertwined your fingers, before resting his face in the crook of your neck.

"I love you, Y/n." You could feel him smile against your neck.

"I love you more, Prince Benthomaar of the underwater kingdom Merlopia." You giggled, taking your other hand and playing with his hair.

You stopped when you realized something.

"Hey! You're gonna get sick too if you stay too close to me!" You tried to move yourself away from him, but he hugged your waist and layed on the bed, taking you with him.

"Hmm, so what? You're also going to take care of me, won't you?" He laughed and you just blushed furiously.

"I mean, yeah but-" You tried to reason, but he cut you off and buried his face in your neck, once more.

"Then I have no reason to worry about me getting sick." He turned you around, and kissed you sweetly on the lips. "I just want you by my side."

"I'm always by your side, Bentho." You tittered and he smiled that cute smile of his.

"I meant physically."

"I know, I just wanted to mess with you."

He chuckled, and you kissed his cheek.

"I love you."

"You already said that"

"And I'll say it again." He pinched your cheeks and beamed at you. "I love you so, so much Y/n. More than I could put into words."

You snickered and hugged him before replying, "As do I, my love."

The next day came, and you woke up to Benthomaar sitting up, wildly coughing and sneezing.

You sighed. "I told you you shouldn't have been staying too close to me."

He looked at your awake figure and smiled sheepishly.

He was so sweet and you loved him, but man did he need to start listening to you more.

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⤴ ...IS ALL THAT I'LL EVER NEED.

WOO I MANAGED TO FINISH IT IN ONE DAY!! Hope you liked it! :) I was internally dying while writing this. I love this dude SO MUCH BRO

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[caramellahoney]

“The day hell freezes over.” PT.3

warnings: blood, fighting

PART 1 | PART 2 |PART 3

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"I intend to marry you, Y/N." Santiago pulled her away from the dance floor, ignoring her appalled expression. He attempted to drag her out of the house, but Y/N stopped him, digging her heels into the ground. Confused, he turned to her. She looked distraught, hair disheveled as she furiously ran her nimble fingers through her locks. "W-What do you mean by marriage? And-You talked to my father about this?" Y/N pulled her arm away from his grip and turned to him for an answer. He made no response, and she began to walk away. Suddenly alarmed, he was quick to grab her by the waist and forcefully pull her back. "I have. Aren't you happy? You're a woman of marrying age and you love me." Santiago grumbled, a displeased look on his face. Y/N scoffed, placing her hand against his shoulder and shoving him away. "You arrogant bastard! I dare say you're only interested in me for my looks. Do you really expect me to just drop everything and marry you?" She returned, sneering. Santiago stared at her, face blank, before a small grin spread across his lips. Her eye twitched in annoyance when he started snickering. Y/N sighed and raised a hand up to massage her temple, her teeth grit in irritation. "Don't laugh." "You think...I'm shallow, don't you?" He spoke, clearly offended. "Yes! You're a flirt--a womanizer. I feel as if you are the last man in the world whom I could ever be married to." She blurted out, not a hint of hesitation in her voice. Santiago's face immediately turned sour, and his grip on her wrist tightened. She grimaced when a burning sensation formed on her skin. Y/N's free hand clamped around his, her nails scratching against knuckles to pry his hand off of her. "Santiago, please! You're hurting me!" She cried, panicking when she saw a slight flicker of fire around his palm, the burn on her skin becoming unbearable.

Startled, he immediately let go and Y/N cradled her scarred wrist, scrambling away from him. While backing away, she unexpectedly slipped on her skirt and fell to the ground; landing on her back, elbows harshly clashing against the tiled floors. "Paumanhin- I mean-Lo siento." Santiago stuttered. He had his hands up as he carefully approached her. It was a silent consolation that he would not hurt her (again). "I assure you Y/N. I am an honest man." "Liar." At that moment, Camilo appeared. He stood at the doorway of the kitchen, hands in his pockets,a scowl on his face. A scoff escaped Santiago's lips, and he turned to the shapeshifter. "Don't you know it's rude to eavesdrop on conversations?" Camilo made no response and pushed himself off the door frame. He shoved past Santiago as he made his way to Y/N, quickly taking her hand in his. "You got burned." Camilo whispered, carefully cradling her hand. The girl averted her eyes, staring down at the floor. "Jus' a scratch." She replied, cracking a small smile. "This is not a scratch. Look what he's done to your skin." Camilo firmly stated, placing the tips of his fingers underneath her chin. He tilted her head to meet his gaze, concern swimming around in his eyes.

Santiago watched as a rosy blush spread across her cheeks. His dislike towards Camilo had always originated in jealousy and it was ever so evident now. "Why do you sound like a worried husband?" Santiago sneered, laughing as he ran a hand through his dark locks. Camilo ran his tongue over his teeth, eyes flickering to the mestizo. He stood up, dusting his pants as he stomped towards Santiago's form. "Haven't you talked enough?" "Oh, I don't know, have I?! Aren't you always the one who's always blabbering like an ignorant idiot!?" Santiago yelled. Y/N took a sharp intake of air when Camilo swung his arm back, his fist striking Santiago's mouth.

The mestizo stumbled back, gripping his jaw in pain. He cringed when a trickle of blood ran down his chin, one of his teeth suddenly loose.

A surge of panic suddenly spiked within her when Santiago turned to glare at Camilo, practcally seething with anger at this point. He told her to back away and she did as she was told, growing increasingly worried after she saw him square up. Camilo rolled his sleeves up, loosening his tie.

"Bring it on."

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Hehe tomorrow subject will be math and i'm going to have a test on that ... But hm, what's that? Oh yes u right, I DONT CARE - YOLO!!!

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When somebody loved me

Everything was beautiful

Every hour we spend together

Lives within my heart

Julieta didn't expected that she's going to have a twin for the first time, but when they're born. They immediately change her world upside down. The first born named (Y/N) and the second one named Isabela, they're a perfect carbon copy of her when she was young.

As they grew up, Julieta couldn't help but felt happier than ever when she saw her daughters are sticking together no matter what. It reminds her with her other triplets siblings. The memories kept playing in her head as she watches the babies playing together.

And when she was sad

I was there to dry her tears

And when she was happy so was i

When she loved me

It surprises her when (Y/N) looked more like her as she grew up. Though, she didn't want to admit that it was kind of traumatizing when she remembered being the original golden child.

Julieta is busy cutting some ingredients on the cutting board, but her mind was somewhere else that accidently cut her finger. She winced in pain, as she looked at the bloody finger. “Ay...”

She didn't realize how deep it was that could made her eyes tearing up, it's been so long since she felt this pain though.

“Mama? Are you okay?” a tiny voice can be heard as the woman turned around and found (Y/N) is peeking at her. She quickly wipes her tears then showed the usual smile she used.

“Yes, i'm okay- corazon, it's just a small cut.” she wipes the blood from her finger but it's useless since the cut is too deep. She didn't notice that her daughter already stand infront of her with worried eyes, “Mama, you're in pain. Let me help you.”

Even though Julieta could heal herself, she let her daughter helped her. As if it was magic, (Y/N) give the cut a kiss then Julieta could no longer feel the bloody pain. She widen her eyes, “Now the pain is already gone, you're okay now Mama...”

Julieta stare at her daughter for a moment then smiles softly at her, “Thank you, mi preciosa. Te amo mucho.” with that, she pulled her daughter in her arms. (Y/N) can only smile and hugs her mother too.

Through the summer and the fall

We had each other that was all

Just she and i together

Like it was meant to be

As expected, (Y/N)'s gift is also healing but more to energy than making food like Julieta. Isabela got her gift that allow her to control flowers, vines and nature that around her.

Everything went smooth, just an ordinary life to spend with the families as usual and helped the people in town. Julieta is blessed having another baby, her bump is really showing that made her daughter's heart melt.

“what do you think their gender will be? A boy or a girl?” (Y/N) asked her twin as she finish making a flower crown, “well, i don't mind with both. As long as their our little sibling then everything will be awesome.” Isabela answered as she put the flower crown on her twin's head so (Y/N) did the same.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AND THE SONG TOO OMG IT NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME TEAR UPPPPP😭😭 istg julieta as my mom would solve all my problems frfr. and isa as my twin?!?!?! literally my dream. but for real tho this was very cute, i love it

[whaleofatjme1920]

Shay. Creepypasta (Clockwork/Natalie Outlette). She/They. Nineteen. Romantic. Second Letter.

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Clocky,

Hello my love. It's been awhile and I hope this letter gets to you. Jane is pretty good at getting things to people when I ask. Slender had been an bit rough with work lately and still hasn't found me an group to put me in. I'm looking at being assigned to Huxley for the time being. Luckily the tall eldritch doesn't check closets so I get some down time to write for you. How are the woods? How's the snow treating you? I miss you. Sorry I'm all over the place, training had been rough. I have half thought about just dipping, leaving everything and coming to live with you. But I kind of stay around for the younger proxies, some of them look up to me.

Sorry for being sad, anyways did you put up an tree. We talked about putting up one this year for the winter solstice, I hope you did. I wish I could spend it with you but the large speghetti noodle has other plans. I'll probably just spend the holidays with Tim's group if they come around or I figure out something to show up. I got something that I hopefully think you'll like..I picked up an old pocket watch out of thrift store. It's an fade bronze but it's so pretty, arms of the clock don't work but the background is of an mama cow and her calf under the night sky. It made me think of you and I can't wait to give it to you. I'm working on getting it fixed, Laughing Jack is lending what help that clown can.

I have to go, boss is looking for me and I would not like to be picking up extra work for not being present when he calls. The watch should be in the small box that this was attached too, please write me back Nat, I miss you.

~ 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝔂

[Disclaimer: Letters To Those you Hold Dear is a special event I'm holding from December 9th - December 21st at 11:59 PM. Find guidelines here so you can send a letter or two to those you hold dear <3]

My dear Shay,

It's been such a long time since I've properly heard from you! Can't imagine the smile and joy I felt upon receiving it. Remind me to give Jane my thanks for sending this letter through. Slender... Has been keeping me under his watchful gaze more than usual. I don't appreciate it, not one bit. I assume it's because he can feel the love we feel towards each other, which makes me - it puts me on edge, for lack of better words. However, I am glad you are with Huxley. Send him my warmest regards, as my love always goes to you. The woods are fine, sometimes quiet, but with new proxies running through it, growing messier. I swear, they have no higher regard for the forest they trample through. Interesting, that you've become a beacon for the new blood. I wish I had your patience, dear.

Funny enough, I got the thing last night. I'd almost forgotten about the winter solstice but a ping in the back of my head told me otherwise. It's probably because Nyein mentioned wanting to try a Yule log cake. Guess that's something I need to do now as well. My mother used to make those. She'd praise the old ones in winter and the cake was an offering given to them through our enjoyment. I thought it was sweet, both literally and symbolically. I digress, tell them I said hello, and that I hope Toby is taking care of himself. All these years later and he's still a dear friend of mine, but he's blinded by misguided adoration to that fucking pipe cleaner. Jeff stopped by the other day with Smile. I asked him to bring something to you. So, expect Jeff's dog... Soon.

Thank you for thinking of me, and loving me. I hope to see you soon. it's... It's unpleasantly quiet with out you. There's only so much I can do in a day to fill my head with thoughts other than you and goodness is it maddening. My heart ticks for you.

All of my love,

CW / Miss Natalie O.

[megbonney]

✃ 02/15/23

can you break sometimes?

i can’t sleep. it’s like 1:30 am and i’m just crying. W. not really i lied :-( i’m so exhausted yet no sleep is ever enough. crying is such a dumb concept to me yet it’s all i can do half of the time. i can’t tell if i’m genuinely happy or just masking on a professional level. nothing makes sense. i don’t even know what i’m doing, what i’m here for, what my purpose is. i keep fucking everything up, even when i try so hard not to. i can’t keep anyone or anything. i have no control. honestly, i just want to hurt - other people or myself, i don’t know. i wish i had it in me to, i wish i didn’t care so much about people who don’t give a shit about me. i wish i didn’t continue lying to myself that everything would be okay; i’m still horrible, i’m still barely existing, i’m still waking up. i want to get better, i really do. i think. idk. there’s no point being optimistic when nothing goes well for me anyways - i’m just a ticking time bomb by now. i want a hug. i want to love, be loved, have someone tell me i’m the love of their life and have them actually mean it. why do these things come so easily to everyone else, but not to me? am i simply that foul, that filthy, intolerable, that much of a bother? what will it take for me to be normal? what will it take for me to be okay? should i just let myself go again? i was happier then, anyway. do i leave my real personality behind and just pursue what’s deemed cute? pretty? normal? likeable? perfect? it’s like 1:50 am now. idk when i’ll sleep. maybe when i close my eyes i won’t open them again.