#pobres t-t

[lilcsh]

asiente luego de que contraria se levanta y confirma poder seguir adelante, siente que tienen a los bichos pisándole los talones, esperando un movimiento en falso para clavar sus dientes en ellas. trata de mantener el ritmo apresurado, pero toma en consideración la caída de la chica, no pueden darse el lujo de pasar por ello nuevamente. por eso opta por un paso rápido, pero seguro. la vivienda no está tan lejos y, si continúan así, serán capaces de conseguir refugio. por desgracia, son pocos pasos los que dan antes de que el peligro acreciente, dejándoles sin otra opción más que emprender la carrera hacia la casa. lila corre sin mirar atrás, deseosa de tener un minuto de paz en medio del pandemonio que les dio los buenos días. es así como al llegar a la puerta, se adentra con una sensación de victoria instalada en el pecho. el peligro no ha desaparecido, pero es más sencillo tener algo que les separa de los bichos. no es lo mismo lidiar con ellos desprotegidos en el medio de la calle, que con madera y paredes que les brinden una pizca de resguardo. "¡vamos, vamos! debemos cerrar la puerta." le anima a ingresar, llamándole con su diestra. observa la poca distancia a la que el bicho se encuentra de la casa, pero es imposible que llegue a tiempo. no cuando ellas tienen la ventaja. como si fuera una broma pesada, la ventaja es sólo una ilusión. el ruido de platos y vasos cayendo en la cocina le hacen pegar un brinco. el sitio no está vacío y, los gruñidos que siguen al estruendo, confirman que no se trata de un vecino amigable. "¡creo que hay uno de ellos aquí!" advertencia llega tarde, el monstruo ya se asoma por el pasillo.

el dolor que comienza en su tobillo se esparce por toda su pierna, haciéndole soltar un quejido por lo bajo. un ardor también comienza a cosquillear en sus palmas, en un intento por amortiguar caida es que las ha puesto y los raspones entonces se hacen evidentes en su piel. la imagen de la contraria tendiéndole la mano se siente como una pequeña luz entre la oscuridad que ha nublado esa mañana. entonces su mano se entrelaza con el brazo femenino, haciéndole soltar un nuevo quejido ante el roce de su piel herida pero decide asentir. dentro de lo que cabe está bien, puede seguir ... o eso cree. ' estoy bien, estoy bien. ' asegura, aún si sus pasos se ven un poco torpes a causa de la torcedura. ' vamos. ' anima entonces a seguir, abriéndose paso y viendo el marco de la entrada como si se tratara de la línea de meta. aquel aullido hace que su respiración se detenga y la imagen que le siga solo activa sus alarmas. ¿qué era aquello que les estaba siguendo? la imagen terrorífica le hace alarmarse, incitándole a acelerar el paso. ' ¡corre! ' es una nada lo que les falta para llegar a la entrada y, al mismo tiempo, una nada lo que llevan de ventaja sobre aquella criatura ... ¿lo lograrían? y aún si pudieran adentrarse a tiempo, ¿qué les aseguraba que estarían a salvo una vez dentro?

[ithilie-n]

“eres más divertide cuando he fumado un poco antes, deberías hablarme más seguido cuando estoy así.” liviano cuerpo se permite sonreír mientras una calada más es ingresada a su organismo. el blunt que le acompaña se extiende para que opuestx pueda tomarlo. “¿fumas? acompáñame. " finaliza con la media sonrisa, voz que extiende genuina invitación para evitar soledad. / starter para mi princesa @wolfsmot .

[crows-home]

Kotetsu's a bad dad, but also a good dad. He loves his daughter so much. But he's neglectful. He always thinks about Kaede, but he doesn't really know her. Here are some things I've been thinking about that, because holy shit.

Fuck I have so many thoughts about Kotetsu. He's a good person, he's a good hero, he tries his best always. Even if he's embarrassing or is a liability, he's always willing to go. Willing to put himself or his pride at risk for the sake of what's right.

But he's not a good father. Always gone, so focused on his work, that he never sees his daughter. And sure, he loves her a lot. She's his whole world and the reason he pushes himself. But that doesn't negate the fact that Kaede never had a father that was present as she grew up. And all his attempts at connection- his words, his gifts- they all feel so... surface level? "Ill give her a hair pin :) a teddy bear :) my little itty bitty baby girl"

No, buddy. Your daughter grew up. She's not four anymore. You need to communicate with her, learn her interests, and support her. Not just give her presents and empty promises. Not just talk down to her. And I know it's not all his fault. Single father, widow, the fate of so many people on his shoulder on the regular. He's not perfect, has no idea what he's doing, and just desperately wants his daughter to like him. To be proud of him.

But he was the younger sibling, probably didnt have much experience with kids younger than himself. I've seen it before. He's a parent that just wants to be Good Enough. Doesn't want to make the wrong move, and in doing so, is too loose with his parenting. Not confident.

But god, he's his daughter's biggest cheerleader, even on the side.

All Kaede had was her grandmother, who she could lose at any minute, and a dad that would always choose his work over her. She didn't know her dad was a hero, so that's all she saw. It's so much anxiety for a kid, and it makes me sad to think about.

WHICH IS WHY I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN THEY TOUCHED ON IT IN SEASON 2!!! like, Kaede actually calls him out on it!!

"Just neglect me like always. It's all you're good for!"

Fuck, hearing her say that made me flinch. It's true, and he knows it. But by season 2, it feels like Kotetsu's more... mature? I think part of it is Kaede knowing that he's a hero now, so she's not always hurt when he says he has to leave her for a "work emergency." And part of it is knowing that she's growing, she's not a baby, she can handle herself.

It's a hard transition, realizing this kid who used to depend on you to feed them, keep them clean, keep them safe, doesnt need that anymore. Suddenly they're doing things on their own, they dont need constant supervision, and you have to let go and realize that they can keep themself safe. But it's a weight off his shoulders, I think. That realization.

My daughter will be okay. I'm here for her now, if she needs me, but i cant protect her from every little thing, and maybe i dont need to.

its just. he's not perfect. i dont think he was a very good father at all, in the beginning. and Kaede is absolutely allowed to resent him for that. She needed him there, and he wasn't. She's allowed to feel abandoned and alone, even if she knows her father was off saving the world or whatever. it obviously still bugs her, and i'm so glad that was included. Instead of just keeping her as the two dimensional "yay my dad is so cool now that i know he's Wild Tiger! Everything is fine with me now :3"

But they'll both just have to live with it and grow with each other. Kotetsu is becoming a better parent, as best as he can, along with all the other worries he has. Kaede deserved a better father growing up, deserves it still, but is becoming a confident young woman, still navigating through it all.

i dont know how to end this. it just really hit me to see a family dynamic like this. i love it so much, would love to explore this more one day.

[tontos-kratt]

yo tenia planes. iba ponerme hacer las bases, algún cómic, más cosas del frozen au, buscar aus de amigos pa dibujarles (o mínimo preguntar a ver si tienen referencias)

y por alguna razón mi cerebro decidió enfocarse en un concepto de hace 2-3 años de un villano robot torero que en realidad no le hace nada a los toros solo los usa como carnada para atraer humanos que quieran ver corridas, robarles dinero y matarlos.

así que ahora estoy estancado pensando en eso por los próximos dias xd

[mikrokosmcs]

parents  &  children  MBTI  #4

min  taeim  -  esfj-a

min  seongyeol  -  estp-a

[extemporary-username]

Si no me meto a bañar en 10 minutos voy a llegar tarde, pero tengo a gato dormido a mi lado y no me quiero levantar :(

[curlymangue]

6 libros para leer, si quieres emprender o aprender sobre el funcionamiento del dinero

Lectura inteligente sobre el dinero, las deudas, finanzas, el ahorro y el emprendimiento Hola, Curly hace unos meses me propuse sanar mi economía y mejorarla. No solo para este momento, sino para el futuro. Luego se me ocurrió, que de paso podía aprender a montar un negocio. Para conseguir estos dos objetivos tenía que saber los pasos básicos para llevarlo a cabo. Y eso significaba: uno ir a la…

[nikovlai]

dejó escapar un bufido divertido al oírla, hablando en un perfecto alemán que le hacia la tarea mucho más sencilla. a fin de cuentas, era el idioma que mejor manejaba. " me dejó a mí, ¿por qué no?" luego, miró al animalillo. " aunque quizás simplemente le gusté mucho. vas a tener que descubrir si es el mismo caso contigo" señaló, y después esperó a que ella actuará. que no llegase a acariciar al conejo lo hizo ladear el rostro aun así. " creo que se están saboteando ellos mismos" afirmó, en lo que parecía un tono sumamente despreocupado. " apareció aquí sin más. quizás le gusta la fruta, porque comió muy a gusto." en el suelo podían verse los restos de manzana con la cual lo alimentó. " ¿y a ti qué te tocó hacer?"

‘ me sorprende que se mostrase manso en primer lugar ’ la naturaleza inquieta de los conejos habla por sí mismos, pero quizá cedió al percibir algún tipo de aura tranquila en foráneo. al cual, por cierto, le habla en alemán desde el primer momento — sólo por presumir. avanza sigilosa, duda ser capaz de espantarlo. ‘ nunca había visto uno tan de cerca ’ por lo que la curiosidad es absoluta. ‘ ¿me dejará tocarlo? ’ adelanta la palma en dirección al roedor, pero no llega a rozar el pelaje. ‘ no se me escapó, pero seguro que los encargados de los conejos se meterán en un lío si no aparece — ¿estás saboteando al rival? ’

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 31- Ghost face!Miguel x Shy!Reader

*Requested by the many fans of tumblr. Happy Halloween!*

        Everyone had warned you about moving to Nueva York. The amount of dangerous people in that city were overwhelming. You were going to be eaten alive as your friends and family warned. You thought of yourself better and wanted to prove to them that you could survive. The shy and quiet you, who barely had to courage to say no. It was something you always struggled with, but you hoped that this new job would help you with it.

        You were hired at Alchemax as a lab assistant. You tried to fit in, but everyone was so self centered that you ended up being a loner. Everyone except one person. Miguel O'Hara. He had extended the hand of friendship to you, wanting to make you feel more comfortable around the place. You instantly fell for him. He was so kind to you and understanding. You had just wished that everyone was like him. You had wished you had the courage to ask him out.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Miguel asked as he tried to grab your attention. You flinched out of your daydream,

"Y-Yeah, sorry. I've been...tired lately."

"I've noticed that you've been taking on other people's work. You need to learn to say no," Miguel told you before typing away on his computer. You could only nod,

"I...know...I've also had trouble sleeping...N-News of that...Ghostface going around killing people has me spooked." Miguel glanced you way, handing you a bottle of water, "T-Thanks."

"You'll be okay, tomorrow's Halloween, that's the last day he goes out. Just stay home, okay?" You let out a small whimper, hesitating. "You are staying home, right?" Miguel asked, stopping his work. Tears almost fell from your eyes,

"I-I got...I was told to join some of the others...a-at a small...work...party," Miguel saw you shaking, "I-I...I couldn't say no..."

"Sí, ¿qué voy a hacer contigo? Mi pobre muñeca inocente. (Aye, what am I to do with you? My poor innocent doll.)" Miguel whispered, knowing that you knew nothing of Spanish. He took you hand, calming you down, "Don't worry, you'll be okay."

        You looked into Miguel's eyes, smiling softly as you calmed down. After wiping your tears away, you thanked him quietly before hurrying off to go back to work. Miguel watched you scurry off. He growled lowly as he walked to his trash. That invitation was in there somewhere. Your coworkers didn't care about you to invite you to some Halloween party. They had other plans, and now Miguel did too. Finding the paper, Miguel's eyes shined brighter than normal.

"Tendré que matar a todos y hacerme el héroe, sólo para ti, mi preciosa querida. (I'll just have to kill everyone and play the hero, just for you my precious darling)"

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        You stood in the corner of the small party, watching all of your coworkers enjoying themselves. You glanced down at your costume, wondering if it was too weird. Everyone else was dressed up in slutty and revealing outfits and here you were, with the costume you thought looked the cutest. You sighed sadly, wondering why you were even here. No one was talking to you. You were just there. Another sigh escaped your lips as you made your way to the upstairs bathroom.

        As you washed up, you heard faint screaming. You gasped and shut the light off, your heart beating faster. Loud thumps echoed from the staircase, causing you to whimper. Tears rolled down your cheeks as the loud thumping stopped right in front of the bathroom door. You hurried into the tub, holding yourself as you shook. This was not how you wanted to die. You cried as the door slammed open,

"BOO!"

"KYAAA!" You screamed, covering your ears. You heard loud laughter and raised your head to your coworkers,

"Ah man! Did you get that on video!?" One of them yelled.

        You stormed out of the bathroom, sobbing past everyone as they laughed at you. You made your way to the backyard since the front entrance was blocked off. You sat on the steps, crying your eyes out. They only invited you to make fun of you since you were so scared of Ghostface. You were just a quiet coworker, what did you do to deserve this? Upon hearing another scream, you whimpered in response. Were they trying to scare you again?

"I'll just stay here for a bit. They have to unblock the door soon," You whispered.

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        Miguel had watched the whole thing. His anger had reached a new boiling point. Fixing his mask, Miguel's grip on his knife tighten as he made his way inside. He was the one who blocked the door. Standing in the corner, Miguel watched you ran outside crying. Perfect. He was going to start with the stragglers downstairs. It was a big house and not too many people. The job needed to get new employees anyway. These guys were just dead weight.

        Miguel approached each person a little louder than he wanted. He was so fueled with anger that he couldn't focus. He just wanted everyone to pay for what they did. After his first kill, Miguel inhaled deeply. The smell of metallic blood filling his nostrils. He was not going to get now. He had taken out his anger during this month. It was the only time he could. Slowly making his way over to his next victim, Miguel resisted a chuckle as he thought of you.

        You were going to be his perfect little wife. Miguel was going to make sure you stay in the dark about his secret. He just wanted to keep you safe. He wanted to keep you protected and loved. When you first arrived at Alchemax, Miguel thought he saw an angel. A shy little angel who entered his life just for him. Miguel had hunted every single asshole who dared tried to flirt with you, or even scared you. Miguel was going to be your dark protector.

"AHHHHHH!" 

        There it was. The first scream of the night and not from a scare, but because of the dead bodies that laid under Miguel. Smiling through the mask, Miguel watched the girl run to warn the others. Ah yes, that was the start. Miguel inhaled deeply, getting enjoyment from true horror. He was going to enjoy his last few kills of the night. It was going to be another year until Miguel could kill again.

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        After calming down, you decided to leave. You rubbed your eyes once more before entering the house. It was quiet aside from the sound of thumping from upstairs. They were probably enjoying themselves. Honestly, you were mad at your cruel coworkers. You stopped at the front door, seeing that it was still blocked. Why were they doing this to you? The couch was far too heavy for you to move on your own. Looking for another way out, you gasped as you stepped in something.

"My shoe," You whimpered, looking at the red puddle.

        Following the puddle, you gasped sharply as you saw one of you coworkers dead. Your heart started to race again as screams came from upstairs. You hurried to the kitchen, wondering if there was a door there and froze as another dead body laid before you. This was bad. Ghostface was here and he was killing everyone. Tears began to roll down your cheeks again as you hurried to find somewhere to escape. Maybe there was a gate in the backyard?

"Please! Don't kill me!" One of your coworkers screamed as another ran down the stairs,

"(Y/N)?! You're still here?!" He yelled and gasped as Ghostface started to walk down the stairs, "Fuck it, I ain't dying here!"

        You yelped as your coworker grabbed you harshly and threw you in front of the staircase. You eyes widen as you nearly froze in fear as Ghostface stood directly before you. You couldn't move. His knife was stained with blood. You shook and closed your eyes, crying as you waited for the worst.

"No! Stay back!"

        You shuddered a gasp as you heard Ghostface leave to your coworker first. Quickly, you found a closet and hid in there until it was safe. You were frighten and scared. Covering your ears, you tried to stay quiet as you waited. Waited for Ghostface to leave.

"(Y/N)? Are you here?" That voice. You knew it all too well.

"M-Miguel! R-Run!" You cried out.

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        Miguel whispered some cusses towards your coworkers as he stabbed him. Now that everyone was dead, it was time for you. He knew that you ran to the living room, but where were you hiding? He stopped to clean his knife in the kitchen sink, washing all the blood off. Once that was done, he attached the knife to his thigh strap under his pants. He then took his mask off, putting it inside one of his cloak pockets that was big enough.

"(Y/N)? Are you here?" He called out, wanting to bring you out of hiding.

"M-Miguel! R-Run!" Those cries weren't meant for you.

"It's okay, I'm here now. I saw Ghostface head upstairs, quickly close your eyes and come out. I'll get you out of here."

        You were such a good girl for him. You crawled out of the closet with your eyes closed, your breathing still heavy. Miguel just smiled towards your shaken form, knowing that you were going to be in his arms in a second. With ease, he picked you up, holding you close. He could feel your heart beat. You were sobbing and holding onto him for dear life. You had no reason to cry now. Miguel was going to take care of you.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here," Miguel whispered as he stroked your head. You just cried into his shoulder,

"M-Miguel, I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"You have nothing to apologize for. I'll take good care of you,"

"T-They're all dead. I-I thought...I was next...Miguel...I love you. I love you. I'm sorry, I'm a scaredy cat and shy and nervous...I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner," You kept babbling, crying your heart out since you thought you were going to die.

"Dios mío, no me esperaba esto. Voy a follarte bien esta noche para que te olvides de todo esto. (My god, I wasn't expecting this. I'm going to fuck you go good tonight that you're going to forget all about this.)" He groaned lowly.

"M-Miguel?"

"It's okay, (Y/n), I love you too. I'll take good care of you."

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        You sniffled as you stepped out of Miguel's shower, rubbing your arms as you wore some of his spare clothes. Miguel was kind enough to take you to his home, wanting to comfort you for the night. You were nervous as you stepped into his living room. It was quiet. Miguel was taking a shower in his other bathroom. Who would have thought that Miguel was rich? You explored his place, still surprised by the turn of events.

        You ended up in the kitchen, noticing a knife in the sink. It looked so much like the knife Ghostface had. Shaking the thought out of your head, you made your way back to the living room. You wanted to forget about what happened tonight. You tried to at least. You knew you were going to have trouble sleeping again. Tomorrow was going to be harsher because everyone was going to be asking about the others. Asking why you were the only one left alive.

"W-What if they think I killed them?" You stuttered at the thought. Miguel approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist,

"Then they would be fools," He kissed the back of your neck.

        You shuddered at the affection Miguel gave you. Turning around, you pulled him into a tight hug. Miguel chuckled as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. Your cheeks burned up as he placed you on his bed. Miguel stroked your cheek, calming you down again. His smile instantly making you fold for him.

"Do you trust me?" Miguel asked you as he slowly climbed over you. You just nodded, "Good, there's something you need to know,"

        You whimpered as Miguel kissed your neck. His hands stroked your sides under the shirt you wore. He let out a low groan since you looked so good in his clothes. You let out a breathless moan as he cupped you breasts. Miguel was going to wait until you were completely in his grasp before telling you. After all, you couldn't say no. You were going to be his good girl forever.

"M-Miguel?" You whined softly as he took your shirt off, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. 

"You're not going back to work," Miguel whispered as he started to grind his bulge against your cunt, "You're going to stay here. Make it look like you died with the others."

"W-What?!" You asked, but flung your head back as Miguel sucked on your breasts.

        You moaned softly as Miguel spread you legs, allowing him to rut into you rougher. You felt yourself getting wetter. The boxers he let you wear were too thin and easy for him to grind against. You tried to ask him what he meant, but you were being overwhelmed with pleasure. Miguel's hands were now resting against the boxers, rubbing your clit against the fabric. You body leaned into his touch, desperate for more. His tongue swirled around your nipple, making his way back up to your neck.

"You're going to stay here, baby." He whispered again, his fingers dipping under the boxers and circling your clit, "My beautiful angel. I can't let anyone have you. I can't let anyone harm you. You were always mine."

"Mhm~ M-Miguel~"

"(Y/N), don't be afraid of me. I will never harm you." Miguel watched as you bit you lower lip, moving your hips with his hand, "Así es. Déjame convertirte en la esposa perfecta. Déjame manchar tu hermosa inocencia. (That's right. Let me fuck you into the perfect wife. Let me taint your beautiful innocence." He groaned lowly.

        You whimpered a moan as you felt a knot tighten inside you. Miguel moved his fingers faster against your clit, causing that knot to tighten. You tried to rub your legs together, but Miguel kept them spread. He sucked against your neck, groaning as you cam from just him playing with your clit. His fingers dipped lower, two digits entering your tight, soaked cunt. You moaned again, your cunt squeezing his fingers as he pumped inside you.

"Ah, my sweet innocent little angel. Watching you break because of me is so delicious." Miguel groaned as you squirmed and moved your hips to his touch, "You're going to stay here. I'll make sure no one will ever hurt you again, understood?"

"Y-Yes! Yes!" You cried out as his fingers feverishly fucked your tight gummy walls.

        You whined as Miguel raised your legs over his shoulders. Your pussy clenched his fingers as he started to curl against your sweet spot. You flung your head back as he started to wiggle his fingers inside you. His thumb rubbed against your clit again, bringing you over to the edge. Miguel wasn't making any sense, but his words were making you wetter. Honestly, with how tonight went, you wouldn't mind being stuck in Miguel's home forever. He was your protector.

"M-MIG-" You screamed out as you reached another orgasm. Miguel pulled his fingers out, licking them,

"You even taste sweet," He hummed, holding his erection towards your twitching folds, "You have no idea the amount of men I had to get rid of to make sure you stayed innocent, just for me. Seré tu primero en todo... y tu último. (I will be your first for everything...and your last.)" He groaned.

        You whimpered as you felt Miguel's dick stretch you out painfully. His cock was so thick and long. Your pussy was convulsing around him, sucking him in while drool rolled down your lips. He was making you feel so full. You wanted to question him on what he meant by getting rid of people, but you started to get drunk off his cock. Another whimper escaped your lips as Miguel groaned, fitting his whole length inside you. You swore that he was pressing against your cervix, but you weren't sure. This was a first for you.

"Un ajuste perfecto. Fuiste hecho para mí, cariño. Voy a grabar la forma de mi polla en tu memoria. (A perfect fit. You were made for me, darling. I'm going to fuck the shape of my dick into your memory.)" He groaned, slowly pulling out of you, "Killing all those people made this worth it."

"H-Huh?"

        You moaned loudly as Miguel thrusted his dick back inside you, hitting your cervix with each thrust. You cried out as Miguel started to bully your cunt, causing you to turn into putty under him. You could barely feel your legs as the slapping sounds between you grew louder. His dick forming a perfect space inside your pussy. You trembled as you started to reach another orgasm, unable to take the pleasure that he was filling you with.

"Look at you, so fucked out on my cock. How does it feel to get fucked by Ghostface, baby? Does my dick feel that good?" Miguel moaned as you tighten around him, "Yes, it does, doesn't it. Why else would you be squeezing me this tight?"

"H-Hah~ Ah~ Y-You're....ah~ mhpm...G-Ghost...f-face?" You whimpered lowly. Miguel fasten his pace, enjoying the white ring that formed around his dick,

"Yes. I'm the scary Ghostface that killed those asshole coworkers of ours," He chuckled, stopping to fill you with his seed, "I told you that you'd be okay. I will never, ever hurt you. Only love you."

        You wanted to be scared. You truly did, but both your brain and your heart were only thinking about Miguel's dick pounding you still. His hot semen filling your womb as he kept fucking you dumb. You body twitched from overstimulation as Miguel started to rub your clit again. He leaned down to kiss you, biting you lower lip as you moaned for him. His grip tighten against your hips, rutting into you furiously. He wanted to make sure you knew that you were his.

"Awe? Tired already? I think I need to show you how many people I've killed for you. Here's the second victim." Miguel groaned as he cummed inside you again. 

"Mhm~" You muffled lowly, growing exhausted. Miguel chuckled as he pulled you to his lap,

"Tienes razón cariño. Vas a ser la esposa de Ghostface. Siempre puedo mostrarte mi amor en cualquier momento. (You're right darling. You're going to be Ghostface's wife. I can always show you my love anytime.)

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        When you woke up, Miguel was by your side with water, vitamins and breakfast. He had bathed you and put on a fresh pair of clothes. You recalled his confession from last night and grew slightly nervous. Miguel, the man you longed for, was the murderous Ghostface. He killed your coworkers and faked your death. You now belonged to Miguel. You wanted to be scared, but Miguel had proved to you that he was never going to hurt you.

        Maybe it was your blind faith or actually being fucked dumb, but you willingly agreed to stay with Miguel. You stayed in his place as his house wife, greeting him with love everyday. Miguel rewarded your love with his brutal sex, reminding you that you belonged to him. By next Halloween, Miguel returned to his Ghostface persona, needing to release some steam. You became his accomplish, making sure that he returned home safe and sound.

"How was my good girl tonight?" Miguel hummed as he slapped his dick into your soaked pussy. You whined into the bedsheets,

"D-Distracted t-the...ah~ police...s-sending em...mhm~ opposite side of...of....ah~ t-town~!" You cried out. Miguel groaned happily, harshly shoving his dick deeper into you to fill,

"That's my perfect angel. Well done."

"T-Thank you!" You moaned against him, shaking from the pleasure. Miguel hummed happily as he kept thrusting inside you,

"I think you deserve a reward. Why don't we try making a little Ghostface jr?"

"Yes! Yes!"

        Your vision blurred as you moved in rhythm to Miguel's thrusts. Your mind started to fill with lust as you became tainted by Miguel. You were just as bad as him now, but you didn't care anymore. As long as Miguel was there to love you and protect you, you were okay. You moaned loudly as you cam against his dick, burying your head into the pillow again. You were happy with you life now. You were going to protect and live with Miguel forever.

Forever as Ghostface's wife.

[crows-home]

I'm not sorry for the person I have become after watching Tiger and Bunny👍

[adrienneleclerc]

Little Bit of Food

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N sees a TikTok video of couple where the women serves her partner more food on his plate than on hers. For research purposes, she just wants to see how he would react.

Warning: no translated Spanish, spelling and grammar errors, SHORT

A/N: since I am Mexican and Peruvian, the foods mentioned are typical foods that I grew up eating, I LOVE these foods so much, if any other Latine readers have suggestions of what dishes should be mentioned, comment below and I’ll tag you when I use them in another one shot. Also, sorry if it’s short, I don’t think I can build off a lot of “story material” over a TikTok trend, you know?

Y/N was watching TikTok and she saw a video that was interesting to her.

It was of a couple and a woman served her husband more food on his plate than on her own. The husband insisted that his wife should have more food and that he could eat something later.

Y/N knew that Henry was going to busy at the gym for a few hours so that gave her plenty of time to make one of Henry’s favorite meals that Y/N introduced him to, and that’s bistec a lo pobre. She bought sliced New York steaks from the Mexican grocery store (there’s always a butcher there), also some tortillas and 2 avocados to make guacamole or a sandwich later. When she went back to Henry’s house, she started cutting up tomatoes and onions so it would give the steak flavor. She put the onions and tomatoes aside in a bowl and got out the white rice in the pantry to wash the rice.

Half an hour later, Henry was came through the door sweaty and with a happy Kal.

“Ay hola, Kal, como te fue con tu papi, hm?” Y/N asked, kneeling to pet Kal.

“You call me papi?” Henry asked, drinking water from his sports bottle.

“When I’m talking about you to Kal, yes. Ain’t no way I’m calling you that though, it’s weird because I call my actual dad, papi. So don’t even think about it.” Y/N warned Henry as she washed her hands in the kitchen sink.

“Too late, I’m already thinking about, my lady.” Henry said, kissing her cheek as he hugged her from behind.

“Stop it. I’m making your favorite so please take a quick shower and then I’ll call you when it’s ready. Do you want one or two eggs?” Y/N asked.

“Two please, thanks love.” Henry said, kissing her lips before heading upstairs for his shower.

Y/N began sautéing the onions and tomatoes in the pan before adding in two pieces of steak for Henry, we’ll, one and a half, she cut a half piece for her plate. She got a plate out of the pantry to serve two ‘scoops’ of rice, adding the cooked steaks with tomatoes and onions on top of it, and preceded to fry two eggs on a different pan.

“Toro, food!” Y/N shouted and Kal calming running. “I said ‘toro’, not ‘oso’, you need to practice your Spanish, Kal.” Y/N said and placed Henry’s plate on his side of the table. Henry came running downstairs with his hair wet but he’s dressed in some shorts and a t-shirt.

“Thanks love, it looks amazing.” Henry said, kissing her.

“That’s good, now eat up, you’ve had a long workout.” Y/N said and that’s when she got a smaller plate, served herself a half scoop of rice, her half steak with 3 pieces of tomatoes and onions, and no eggs. When she sat down and said “let’s eat”, Henry looked at Y/N’s plate, then at his own.

“Darling, were you snacking while you were cooking again?” Henry asked, trying to find a reasonable explanation for the lack of food on his girlfriend’s plate.

“No, no, I didn’t snack at all. Eat before the eggs become cold.” Y/N pointed at him with her fork.

“Are you sick? You didn’t have to cook if you weren’t feeling well, love.” Henry said in a concerned voice.

“I’m fine Henry, I went to Fernando’s market today but the steak was too expensive so I only bought 2.” Y/N lied, she buys like half a pound of steak, there’s still 3 or 4 pieces in the fridge. Henry got up and grabbed his keys. “Where are you going?”

“To the market to buy more steak, what cut do you order a again? Med-ee-ya Libra de what?” Henry asked, opening the door,

“No no no, Henry, there’s no need for that, I can survive without bistec, please sit down and eat.” Y/N said, Henry closed the door, put down his keys, and sat back down.

“What about the eggs or the rice? I’m sure you could fill up on that, you told me you ate that when you were younger when there was nothing to eat.” Henry said.

“The last eggs were used on you, Toro. Now please eat before your food gets cold. You want something to drink? I got chicha (It’s a purple corn drink) if you don’t want soda.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, that’s fine, darling.” Henry said, when Y/N walked into the kitchen, Henry switched his plate for Y/N’s. When Y/N came back with chicha for Henry and soda for her, she saw what Henry did.

“Toro! You weren’t supposed to do that. You had a big workout, you’re bigger than me, you need all the protein you can get from this.” Y/N said, trying to switch the plates back but Henry refused.

“Nope, you cooked all this, you deserve to eat your delicious food. I could find something later.” Henry said,

“But you must be hungry, just eat it, I can make myself some potato quesadillas later.” Y/N said, attempting to get the plate back from Henry but he swatted her hand. “Toro!”

“I’m sorry love, but it’s for your good.” Henry said.

“I Don’t want you to be starving,” Y/N said,

“I won’t starve, my love. Watching you enjoy your food is filling enough for me.” Henry said and Y/N’s heart melted. She got out of her seat to sit on Henry’s lag, placing her hands on his neck to hug him.

“Amor, it’s a prank. There’s more steak in the fridge that I can fry up, there’s a lot of rice on the stove and plenty of eggs. Now please eat while I go serve myself more food.” Y/N said getting off him and grabbing her plate to do exactly that.

“You scared me, love. I was about to head over to the market…where is it by the way?” Henry asked,

“Haha, i can’t even tell you, I just know how to get there.” Y/N said, placing her steak in the pan and she watched Henry eat his meal.

“Delicious! This might even be better than your bistec empanado, did I pronounce that right?” Henry asked,

“Yes you did, Toro, but bistec empanado with sopita aguada is comfort food, along with quesadilla de papas, which I will be making tomorrow, I’ve been craving it,” Y/N said.

“That sounds so good, I have to make sure I work out even more. When I made you my girlfriend, I had no idea you would try to fatten me up.” Henry said and Y/N gasped, flipping the steak.

“I would never, how dare you accuse me. I’m gonna make flan for my friend’s birthday on Saturday so I’m gonna make another one just for us.” Y/N said and that made Henry laugh.

“I love your flan, darling. Your cooking skills put mine to shame.” Henry said. Y/N placed her steak on her place, serving more rice, and began frying an egg.

“I was born with that sazón, Toro.” Y/N said teasingly. She finished frying the egg, served it on her plate, and went to sit down. “Better?” Y/n asked, showing Henry her plate.

“Much better, my lady.” Henry said, kissing her. Kal barked. “Yes bear, you can have some steak too.” Henry said,

The End

Taglist: @warriormirkwood

[ovyao]

bueno, lo que ella decía le hizo bastante sentido. lo suficiente como para fruncir la nariz en evidente disgusto, porque si fuese su caso, estaba seguro que usaría todo ese dinero para algo mucho más útil. quizás su familia no hubiese tenido las necesidades que tenían para empezar, y él nunca habría llegado a esa academia para hacerse de un 'trabajo decente'. " ¿cierto...?" sus ojos se iluminaron un poquito cuando su afirmación fue respaldada. " comí muchos postres de los que habían servido... y estaban tan buenos," asintió, " me gustaron más que los tragos" que eran demasiado lujosos para su gusto. poco le duró el entusiasmo sin embargo, porque todo lo relacionado al magnate le hizo contener un escalofrío. con una expresión que bailaba entre el disconfort y el disgusto, la escuchó decir eso y sus temores empeoraron. " ugh... ¿y si hacen algo tipo como... lo de squid game?" la sola idea lo aterró. no había visto la serie en sí, pero se comió suficiente spoilers en internet como para que la posibilidad le respirase en la nuca. " por eso los disfraces... vi a uno con una máscara y todo, super sospechoso... " una risita nerviosa empezó a brotar de sí, con los nervios de punta. " una vez leí en reddit que la gente con dinero hasta hacia reuniones masónicas y todo..." ¡simplemente espeluznante! " uf no quiero ni mencionar lo que leí que podían hacer ahí..." negó con la cabeza, y si palideció, fue totalmente genuino. " ¿eh...? de beltane..." señaló, apuntándose a sí mismo. por suerte, sus ojos ya se sentían mejor, con todo y teniendo la voz morada de su compañía justo frente a sí. " ¿y tú...?"

' supongo que... no lo entenderíamos a menos que fuésemos así de ricos... ' claro, no conoce de nada al otro y no puede asumir que no se trate de millonario con diferentes gustos a los aquí presentes, pero suelta reflexión en voz alta de igual manera. ' estatus, sí... pero además, se me hace que llega un punto en que ya no sabes en qué gastar tu dinero ' igual se encoge de hombros porque todo lo está pronunciando sin nada de conocimiento al respecto; más bien, el mínimo que tenía de su relación más reciente con... —— no, de eso no habla y hasta sacude su diestra en el aire como quien espanta una mosca, torpe intento por alejar de su cabeza los recuerdos. ' todo lo gratis sabe mejor ' las comisuras se alzan sin aviso, es una frase que ha sabido repetir con sus amigas y que le causa gracia dónde vuelve a topársela, casi que la reconforta hasta que teoría masculina se interpone en su acogedora memoria y la obliga a arrugar el puente de su nariz. ugh, si es que tiene razón... ' ¿lo de las fiestas exclusivas no te sonó raro también? ' quizás es que ahora lo está viendo todo mal porque el otro la ha hecho percatarse de redacción de informe, ' no, no, por favor... ésto no me facilita para nada la misión. espero que algune de mis compañeres le encuentre antes que yo pero necesito intentarlo al menos ' la haría sentir pésimo no haber puesto de su parte después de no haber salido exitosa en los combates de la vez pasada donde asumió representar a ostara y fracasó a la segunda vuelta. necesita sacar caja de cigarros de su bolso y poner uno entre los labios, mechero viajando a extremo luego. ' ¿de qué equipo eres? ' se percata que no se han presentado.

[llorentezete]

Aprendendo a não me desafiar! — Esteban Kukuriczka

com licença mulheres para uma breve canetada com Esteban professor de história, usando aqueles óculos de armação marrom, cabelo bagunçado e carinha de sonso.

warnings: sexo desprotegido (NÃO FAÇAM LOBAS), palavrões, espanhol meia boca, kink size (porque sim), leves tapas, não interaja se for menos de 18!, leitinho quente tirado na hora.

Kᥙkᥙ!Tᥱᥲᥴhᥱr começaria com a reader em uma excursão pra o museu da cidade com a galera da faculdade. Esteban, seu professor, cuidou de todos os detalhes para que seus melhores alunos, inclusive você, desfrutasse do melhor do museu. Com direito a entrarem em salas privadas.

Kᥙkᥙ!Tᥱᥲᥴhᥱr ficaria louco desde que te viu entrar no ônibus com aquela mini saia branca que deixava suas coxas a mostra. Os meninos do fundo observavam você caminhar igual uma barata tonta pelos corredores, sorrindo para as quatro paredes de emoção. Kuku sentiu o sangue ferver de ciúmes. Quer dizer, vocês já haviam ficado algumas vezes, mas não era nada sério, ele será só o seu professor de história gostoso.

Kᥙkᥙ!Tᥱᥲᥴhᥱr tentaria resistir ao máximo, dando sua palestra com os olhos focados em você e uma carranca significa que faria você tremer na base apenas de imaginar ele vindo em sua direção. Kuku começaria falando sobre o tema, e então, seu olhar desceria a suas pernas e coxas grossas prensadas na sainha branca. Ele salivaria.

Kᥙkᥙ!Tᥱᥲᥴhᥱr liberaria os alunos e palestrantes para andar livremente pelo museu, fazer observações e anotações. Você iria toda vez para as obras de Da Vince quando sentiu seu braço ser puxado com força. Seu rosto colocou no peito do mais alto. Ah, sim, ele era bem mais alto que você. Precisava erguer a cabecinha e levantar os olhinhos para encontrar ele com aquela carinha de pobre coitado, mas que no fundo, queria te comer na vista de todos.

Kᥙkᥙ!Tᥱᥲᥴhᥱr vai enrolar todos os outros com a sua dúvida específica que só pode ser tirada na sala privada para professores, é claro. Ele vai te arrastar pra dentro sem deixar você dar um pio em contestação. Vai te jogar em cima da mesa, tomando cuidado pra não derrubar os artefatos de quase mil anos, vai puxar seu quadril e de dar um tapa considerável na bunda. Esteban vai deitar sobre você, roçando o pau duro em sua entradinha, sussurrando no seu ouvido o qual ferrada você estava por ter escolhido aquela saia pra ver ele.

Kᥙkᥙ!Tᥱᥲᥴhᥱr vai te posicionar bem rente a mesinha, levantar sua sainha tendo total visando de sua bunda. Kuku vai ficar um animal quando ver sua calcinha de renda branquinha manchadinha de sua lubrificação. Vai levar os dedos até sua buceta inchada e dizer algo como "ysi descubren que eres una perrita con tu profesor?" e isso te faz se esfregar ainda mais no volume entre as calças de Esteban.

Kᥙkᥙ!Tᥱᥲᥴhᥱr te forçaria contra a mesa, fazendo seu rosto bater contra o vidro frio. Você conseguiria ouvir ele abrindo o próprio zíper da calça e abaixando ela o suficiente para te alcançar. Kuku passaria a cabeça rosinha do seu pau sobre a sua buceta inchadinha e molhada, te arrancando suspiros. Logo, ele te daria um tapa forte na bunda, te obrigando a ficar muda "una palabra y te dejo aquí sin nada", é o bastante pra você assentir já sem emitir som. Sorrindo de seu desespero, ele meteria me devagarinho, te fazendo sentir cada parte do seu pau grande te alargando. Remexeria o bumbum tentando ter mais contanto enquanto sua boca formava um "o", o que deixaria Esteban mais louco, "você implora como uma virgem, cariño".

Kᥙkᥙ!Tᥱᥲᥴhᥱr saberia que não tem todo o tempo do mundo, então aumenta a força das estocadas, metendo em você tão forte que a mesa embaixo de si começaria a ranger, mexendo os artefatos pra lá e pra cá. Kuku puxaria você pelos cabelos, te colando no peito dele. Você soltaria um gritinho de susto e ele te enforcaria de punição, de fazendo ver estrelas e ao mesmo tempo perder o ar. Seu corpo ficaria mole e sua bucetinha começaria a apertar o pau de Esteban imediatamente. "esto es para que aprendas a no desafiarme más." ele metia com tanta força que assaria o meio de suas pernas. Sentiu um grito fino querer sair quando Kuku foi extremamente fundo, seus pés mal tocando o chão. Você gozaria em segundos, depois que ele maltratou seu clitóris com o dedão. Seu gozo foi tão intenso que o aperto de sua buceta deixou Esteban fora de órbita. Ele gozou como um adolescente precoce, gemendo seu nome e se agarrando a você.

Kᥙkᥙ!Tᥱᥲᥴhᥱr te daria o melhor beijo da sua vida, apenas pegando no seu queixo e te virando. Ele daria mais algumas estocas, sentindo a cabecinha do seu pau sensível, então ele sairia lentamente de você, enquanto sua porra escorria pelas suas pernas bambas.

Kᥙkᥙ!Tᥱᥲᥴhᥱr vestiria suas roupas, fecharia seu zíper e te deixaria na sala, ainda empinada, acabadinha, com a porra quente dele vazando de sua buceta, que diga-se de passagem, era uma visão e tanto, se ele não precisasse ir, te fuderia de novo. Sua boquinha aberta e os olhos espremidos. "mucha suerte cuando volver, mi amor" ele vai sorrir e fazer a maior cara de sonso que conseguir, fechando a porta e voltando a dar aula como se nada tivesse acontecido.

[3mz0mbi3]

Hiii! Can i ask a Yandere Tmnt 2012(team up or any character of your choice) with a villain darling that works for shredder?

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 . ˙— Hello! I really liked this plot, You didn't clarify why you would like it but I want to believe what you were referring to headcanons and I was thinking a lot about doing it about the team but I couldn't help but choose to do it about my pookie April

!¡ TW; Yandere Behavior

₊꒰ა APRIL O'NEIL 2K12 WITH A VILLAIN!DARLING ໒꒱₊

ESP

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Honestamente, no se preocupo por ti ni en lo mas mínimo en el inicio cuando las tortugas le hablaron sobre un nuevo enemigo al que se habían enfrentado recientemente, se preocupo mas por las heridas que les habías dejado a las pobres tortugas, no le emocionaba para nada el tener que toparse contigo menos cuando observaba los golpes que les dejaste a los chicos que ahora ella trataba con delicadeza.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Pero bueno, eso termino siendo un total cambio de 90° cuando realmente se topo contigo cara a cara.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Estaba haciendo guardia nocturna junto a Donatello (a insistencia de este) ya que ella quería demostrar que era adecuada para poder ir a misiones con las tortugas, no se esperaron ambos fue cuando se toparon contigo y Perrera, se suponía que debía luchar contra ti mientras Donatello se ocupaba de Perrera, pero en vez de eso no te podía despegar el de ti, tus ojos, tu cabello, tu rostro, tu voz, TODO de ti le llamaba la atención, fue desconcertante para ti ver como april estaba en una postura básica de Ninjutsu pero solo se te quedaba mirando con la boca abierta, solo trataste de atacar pero ahí fue cuando Donatello llegaba a su rescate y termino luchando contigo junto con Perrera mientras ella estaba parada a un lado completamente quieta tratando de procesar todo.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Ahora solo tenia un pensamiento sobre ti; ERAS MAJESTUOSO?!??! ella simplemente no te podía quitar el ojo de encima, se negaba a hacerlo.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── “Santa chalupa...ahora te entiendo Leonardo”

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Creo que ahora sabia como se sintió Leonardo cuando por primera vez se había topado con Karai, solo que tu no eras su hermano perdido o algo por el estilo pero eso no significaba que no siguiera juzgando a Leonardo por enamorarse de Karai que ahora solo era un momento muy..raro muy raro y vergonzoso para Leo definitivamente ese fue su momento mas humilde.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Ahora era aun mas insistente con acompañar a sus amigos en sus misiones con la esperanza de poder toparse contigo otra vez.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Era la primera vez que le gustaba una persona, ya que la mayoría de sus enamoramientos fueron en su pre-adolescencia y la mayoría eran cantantes, por lo que realmente no sabia como reaccionar menos si eras su enemigo.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Las veces que iba a las misiones definitivamente aprovechaba al máximo para tomar algunas fotos tuyas mientras luchabas contra una de las tortugas estando escondida en algún rincón o detrás de un edificio.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Ahora no solo entendía a Leonardo, sino que también a Donatello, siempre supo sobre su cierto comportamiento obsesivo hacia ella pero realmente trataba de llevar bien las cosas como amigos pero ahora que ella tenia ciertos..sentimientos hacia a ti, era raro ya que ella actuaba ahora de la misma forma en la que lo hace Donatello cuando esta cerca de ella.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Ella sabe que en el fondo eres una buena persona, pero muy, muy en el fondo.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Ella jamas te culpa a ti sobre ninguna de las atroces acciones que tu mismo.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Ella cree que al igual de Karai, Destructor también te esta manipulando y ella quiere ser tu salvadora.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── No puedo evitar terminar hablando sobre ti a Mikey, era con el que mejor tenia conexión y confianza de los cuatro hermanos, Mikey realmente no sabe que decir, solo esta preocupado por April y sus actitudes igual de raras que las de Donatello.

ENG

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── To be honest, she didn't care about you in the slightest at first when the turtles told him about a new enemy they had recently faced, he was more worried about the wounds you had left on the poor turtles. She wasn't at all thrilled to have to face you, especially when she observed the blows you had left on the boys that she was now treated delicately.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── But hey, that ended up being a total 90° turn around when she actually meet you face to face.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── She was doing night guard with Donatello (being the one that insisted to go with April) because she wanted to prove that she was fit to go on missions with the turtles, they both didn't wait was to meet you and Dogpound, she was supposed to fight with you while Donatello was in a figth with Dogpound, but instead she couldn't take his attention off you, your eyes, your eyes, your hair, your face, your voice, EVERYTHING about you caught his attention, it was confusing for you to see how April was in a basic ninjutsu pose but she just stared at you with her mouth open, you were about to attack but that's when Donatello came to her rescue and ended up fighting with you and Dogpound while she stood by completely still, trying to process everything.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── She Now have a only thought about you; AYOO-YOU WERE MAJESTIC?!??!! She just couldn't take her eyes off you, she refused to.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── “Holy chalupa…Now I can understand you better Leonardo”

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── I think she knew now how Leonardo had felt when he'd first met Karai, only you weren't his lost brother or anything, but that didn't mean she didn't still judge Leonardo for falling in love with Karai. That now it was just a very… weird, very very weird and embarrassing thing for Leo.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Now she was even more insistent on accompanying his friends on their missions in the hope of meeting you again.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── It was the first time she liked a person, since most of her crushes were in her pre-teen years and most of them were singers, so she didn't really know how to react to you, much less when you were his enemy.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── the times when she was on missions (although she herself had snuck in) I definitely made the most of it to take some photos of you while you were fighting one of the turtles while she was hiding in some corner or behind a building

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Now she understood not only Leonardo but also Donatello, she had always known that he had a certain obsessive behavior towards her, but she had really tried to get along with him as a friends, but now that she had certain….feelings for you, it was feeling strange because she now behaved in the same way as Donatello when he was around her

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── She knows you're a good person deep down, but very, very deep down of your heart.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── She never blames you for any of your own actions.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── She believes that like Karai, Shredder is also manipulating you and she wants to be your savior.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── I can't help but end up talking to Mikey about you. He was the one she had the most connection and trust with of the four brothers., Mikey doesn't really know what to say, he's just worried about April and and her behavior was just as weird as Donatello's with her

NOTAS DEL AUTOR / NOTES

. ⊹˙ ── Me disculpo si mi ortografía no es la mejor.

. ⊹˙ ── I apologize for any mistakes I have, if some things don't make much sense or can be misinterpreted, my English is not very good.

[demonstars]

i love when i get tiktoks in spanish on my fyp 😭 sueñito 🥺 https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLeNRyP5/

POBRE SUEÑITO 😭😭😭 si fui la verdad

[mikrokosmcs]

Le  deja  que  sea  todo  lo  “salvaje”  que  quiera,  porque  al  parecer  le  había  colmado  la  paciencia  de  forma  increíble  que  ahora  quería  marcarlo.  -  —Sabes  que  mi  curiosidad  es  científica,  Seungwon  —  -es  su  turno  de  morder,  bajando  la  boca  por  su  mandíbula  para  dejar  otra  marca  en  la  zona.  -  —Contigo,  mi  deseo  es  personal,  es  carnal  y  lo  sabes  bien  —  -no  le  gustaba  mucho  lo  de  repetirse,  pero  con  Seungwon  parecía  necesario  decirle  cada  cierto  tiempo  lo  mucho  que  el  gustaba.  Vuelve  a  dejar  otro  beso  en  los  labios,  apretándolo  más  contra  si  mismo.  -  —Solo  tuyo,  exclusivo.  Mi  pequeño  gatito  arisco.

"¿Quieres que sea sincero?" cuestiona, mordiendo el labio inferior el contrario cuando lo tiene cerca. "Te amo, te amo tanto que no soporto cómo miras a otros. Que sí, que Sooan y Bulyeong son especiales y te mueres por ponerles las manos encimas, pero el único lugar al que pertenecer es aquí, a mi cuerpo." el enojo se transforma en vergüenza cuando lo escucha con atención y no necesita tomar su pulso para sentir cómo el corazón se acelera. "Mío mío mío, de nadie más."