moocowmoocow · 10 months ago
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chameli · 2 years ago
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Reading Neetu Singh's chapter in Rishi Kapoor's book was so sad. The never ending marriage troubles (she said she wanted to leave him every single day of their life together), describing her husband as awful but she wouldn't want to be with anyone else, how their kids are so strict with their food intake because they're terrified of their family's history of gaining weight/health issues, and that they were scared of their father while growing up...yikes 😬
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cymk8 · 8 months ago
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🏒💃💃⛸ SHE GAVE HER A CHANCE!!!!!
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Heyyy!!! Can you do something where earth42 miles is playing video game and your sitting in his lap or something like that🙏🏾 love your work btw😻
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VIDEO GAMES - MILES 42
A/N: Hey bestie! Ty for the compliments :) and ofc I can!!
WARNING: I dont speak spanish so I will be using google translate, lol. However, if anyone is a translator and can help me out please do!
BE PREPARED FOR: FLUFFFFF, KISSING, IT MIGHT GET A LIL HEATED, LANGUAGE (USE OF THE N WORD, BUT ONLY 1 TIME LOL) , LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY
Currently, you were laying down on your boyfriend Miles's bed while he sat in his chair playing his stupid game. Call of booty or whatever it was.
"Gotcho ass bitch, you owe me $40 nigga" Miles yells while laughing.
You sigh rolling your eyes. He invited you over here just to scream over his headset the whole time like I might as well go home then.
He spins around in his chair staring at you and his eyebrows clench together as he sees you frowning. "What's wrong ma?"
You scoff "Oh nothing it's just my dumbass boyfriend invited me over here just to give me no attention but no biggie!" Sarcasm laced in your tone.
He starts laughing again while he takes his headset off and manhandles you until you're in his lap.
You feel those special butterflies flying around in your stomach.
He starts kissing down your neck and you giggle as it starts to tickle
"Sigues enojado bebé?" He hums, your shirt muffling his voice a bit.
"What if I'll teach you how to play to make it up to you and we can play together" He proposes as he makes his finger crawl up your thigh and his lips never leave your neck.
You a blushing mess at this point.
"Ok" you giggle obviously flustered and turned on.
He puts his headset on top of your head as he turns the game back on, when he logged into the game he yells into the mic real quick, "Yall watch how ya talk my girls on here."
He spends the rest of the time holding his hands over yours and helping you kill all the people, you and him know you're not really doing much work, but it's too much of an intimate moment to ruin.
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c-o-t-o · 4 months ago
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Sylus gets what he wants
And he knows it. There's no doubt in his mind when he asks you to kneel before him that you'll obey... That when he tells you to come, that you'll rush to him hurriedly... that all he has to do is look at you to get what he desires.
Sylus knows he has you wrapped around his finger, but he won't take advantage of that, no. There's no need, because he knows you're head over heels for him. You don't need convincing, and he's all too aware of that.
So when Sylus leans over you, eyes darkened downwards at you with a grin creeping up in the corner of his mouth... finger curling to raise the bottom of your chin to look up at him, you await eagerly to hear what he wants. However, he just chuckles and smirks.
"Well?" He whispers, inches away from your lips, the fingers of his free hand playfully circling your neck. "What are you waiting for, kitten?"
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maatdraws · 1 year ago
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part 2 : "you like him for more than his looks, but he will never believe that"
• Part 1 | Part 3
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lottie-emie · 7 months ago
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Rewatched all of link click with my younger sibling and hoo boy still not prepared for the pain aNYWAY - sketches from the musical and a redraw of Qiao Ling, my beloved ❤️
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anonymouscheeses · 6 months ago
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I just want them to be absolutely head over heels with eachother. No one sided simping in my hazbin hotel!
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mindibindi · 8 months ago
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nerdishpursuits · 16 days ago
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Tu tienes un corazón así de grande
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moonwoodhollow · 2 days ago
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Silas Trent | (toxic) business lawyer | applicant for Pennys BC by @bunnithechubs
transcript under the cut!
Restaurant L'Opera, Ciudad Enamorada
Silas: What gall to invite me to her yay-my-divorce-is-finalised-party in the house I bought for our wedding, which she now has all to herself. I have to say, I'm almost impressed by so much audacity.
Laetizia: Darling, aren't you happy that the divorce has finally been finalised? The whole affair took more than two years.
Silas: It only took that long, because we're both petty as fuck and enjoyed making each other miserable during the divorce. It was almost like a game and no one wanted to admit defeat until one of us was destroyed.
Laetizia [laughs]: Isn't that a little exaggerated? You're making it sound as if you were at war.
Silas: Well, in a way I was, how about an example? Florence kept my 1960s Porsche 911 purely out of spite, not because she drives that car. She loathes oldtimers. In fact, she only wanted to get back at me for keeping her horses.
Laetizia: She loved those horses, Silas! That was incredibly mean of you, I'm almost shocked!
Silas [chuckles]: Well, she wanted to play, so who was I to refuse. I just hurt her where it hurt her the most. Easy.
Silas: By the way, I will be taking off work for the foreseeable future. There's a project that requires my whole attention.
Laetizia: We just took over the firm, darling. You can't just leave for some sort of project. What's it about anyway?
Silas: It's a bachelorette show. I might have been a little drunk when I applied and never expected a callback, but as it turns out I'll be joining the next season as a contestant.
Laetizia [slowly]: The Bachelorette ... you're, no ... do you honestly believe you'll find love there? Silas, if you wanted me to set you up with some nice girls, you could have just asked!
Silas: I'm not looking for 'nice girls' anymore, Tizia. I just had one of those and look how that turned out.
Laetizia: So, what do you want now?
Silas [wryly]: A woman to completely get lost in, someone I never want to let go.
Laetizia: I never thought you to be a romantic, but are you sure you'll meet her at the Bachelorette?
Silas: Who knows, I just might.
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moocowmoocow · 10 months ago
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WAIT.
IRINA HAD A CHOICE BETWEEN LETTING MARGO GO TO A US PRISON OR DRAGGING HER BACK TO THE USSR AND PUTTING A BULLET IN HER BRAIN AND SHE CHOSE TO LET MARGO LIVE?!?!
W H A T.
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darkheartedprince · 27 days ago
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" . . . I've been told that a talented mouth will get you far. Clearly , that's correct . "
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miles!42 with reader who loves to pick fights with people headcanons?
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MILES 42 X FIGHTER!READER HEADCANNONS
A/N: YES! Ofc I can and thank you for requesting!
BE PREPARED FOR: POSSESIVENESS, BLOOD, VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE, AND DRAMA LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING
YOU GUYS IM CHRISTIAN AND IM TRYING TO SWEAR OFF CURSING SO IT WILL PROBABLY BE LITTLE TO NO CURSING <3
He doesn't blame you for any fights you get in, it's always the other person's fault. In his eyes, you are innocent (even if you are not)
If you get into any type of altercation with a guy he's quick to find out who they are and rough them up (if he doesn't kill them first).
He already gets angry when girls fight with you, but he's a gentleman so he can't hit girls. So a boy, he is definitely going absolutely insane.
"¡¿Un tipo te hizo esto ?! DEMONIOS NO, ¿cómo se ve? ¡JURO que lo voy a matar!"
If you are just walking around with him whether it's in school, after school, weekend, and some girl you fought tries to come for a rematch (because she got her tail whooped) he would definitely be quick to protect you even though you aren't scared.
The girl would literally EMERGE from the shadows and start walking towards you
Random Girl- "So you wanted to embarrass me in front of everyone so what's up?"
So you go to get in her face
Y/N- "First of all bitc-"
But Miles quickly grabs you and puts you against his chest
Miles: "Bro chill. Back up and get on. You don't wanna get a whooping again, do you? Damn.
The girl walks away.
Because lowkey she's scared of him too.
He definitely patches you up if you have bruises.
"I know you won, but you need to stop letting people set you off to the point you start fighting. Mira cuántos moretones tienes."
He's definitely the one breaking up your fights at school because he knows when you get set off you have a hard time stopping.
At the end of the day Miles finna defend his girl....PERIOD!
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jasminerva · 2 months ago
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c o n t r a i l s
ch1. “I can’t get enough of you, baby.”
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Banner img from R18 doujin Dangerous Looking Guy With A Secret Account Has Taken A Liking To Me by Hanamori Mikan. The dude has tats in the H doujin too but he comes on too strong imo lmao.
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Content Warnings: tail-end of a sex marathon, mild (nose)blood, light biting, overstimulation, explicit descriptions (is2g i tried to tone it down), peen to vagine sex, no condoms (assume a different kind of birth control), creampie, near-death by snu-snu (they’re fiiine).
( read on AO3 - only excerpt below )
Fuck… [f/n], I thought I was the assassin in the relationship… You’re going to kill me, Nagumo thought with a mix of exasperation and pure ecstasy. But what a way to go.
It wasn’t the first time the thought had crossed his mind, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. At least this way was infinitely more pleasant.
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His grin shifted to a grimace, feeling a familiar burn in his thighs as he continued to thrust into your limp form. He knew he had reached his limit too—his muscles protesting, aching from hours of relentless pleasure—but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
His dark eyes flickered with concern as you drifted in and out of consciousness beneath him. He knew he was pushing you too far, but he couldn’t help himself. You were addictive, a drug he couldn’t get enough of. He was insatiable when it came to you, always wanting more.
Just a little more, he thought, gritting his teeth. However, when a warm trickle started down his nose, he pulled back, breaking your intimate connection momentarily to wipe away the droplet. His hand came away stained red, and he cursed under his breath. He ignored it, focusing instead on you.
( read the rest on AO3 )
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𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓤𝓹 𝓐𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓷... 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓖𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷...
𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒��𝓉 𝒷𝑒 ‹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅› 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ‹𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃› 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜?
I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to be eventually bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are ‹clawing› at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...
The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.
Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of ‹insult-betrayal-contempt›. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is priori merciless, დ/დ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a 𝓟 son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉... 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊... 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈...
While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.
I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is ‹cut open› too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brim with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.
I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the ‹strings of abuse/child neglect/lies› are finally cut. Tell me to ‹celebrate›. Tell me that both 𝓟inocchio/I are wrong x naive, ‹fix› me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.
Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.
Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me ‹feed on› the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been ‹roused› again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The lash of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.
𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝐿𝒪𝒫 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟙/𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇.
...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to ‹merge› with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your ‹dehydrated› pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and ‹unmasks› the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. ✒
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