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[ashsostrange]

yk what i find funny? 🤭 walk with me! (xxoxobree pt. 2)

if you don’t like drama then scroll along! 💋

let’s do this one last time 😒 yawn frl. bc apparently bree writes smut now!

this specific blogger, @/impeanutsstuff is named bree. she lives in the bahamas. she’s a sagittarius, favorite color red. coincidence? i think not…

let’s observe!:

i came across this account this morning thanks to one of my friends.

@/brees-dreams was liking up bree’s posts whenever we were initially arguing last month, right? right.

this post is from years ago. notice how she says @/brees-dreams is her other acc. i noticed and reblogged, cz i’m 100% sure that account and this one are two of bree’s alt. i reblogged it implying what i was thinking.

i knew @/brees-dreams was her alt so i had her blocked before this, i just never spoke about it publicly. i unblocked this certain alt to see smthn. all of a sudden, she followed me and liked my post?? 😭 why would you like a post where i’m bashing you?! i guess she didn’t notice that she had dropped her @ in her “get to know me” post.

me being me, i pointed it out.

when she realized, she unfollowed me and later blocked me. 🤷‍♀️ why would you block me if you truly didn’t know what was going on?? i came w receipts all around bc i’m not playing w nb 🫶🫶

she later unblocked me but i blocked her again cz i have all i need now!

the post is right here, feel free to go thru the thread and you’ll see this what i’m saying is true.

miss nut then claims then claims that she “doesn’t know me and bree’s beef.” if you scroll back up to the top of this post to my initial reblog, you’ll see how i mentioned that she was liking up bree’s posts. it seems like she constantly misses the vital points i’m making!

look at this bs 😭 but she “doesn’t know our beef” right?? then she acts like she doesn't know bree's handle, which is why she refers to her as "that other creator" in order to sell her lie. this is one of the multiple posts she liked tho... like why do we not try and cover up our tracks atp?? 🤦‍♀️ she’ll never learn bro

idk what’s going on with bros age bc she said she was 16 in 2016 on her peanut acc then she posted her passport on xxoxobree which shows she’s 17 or smthn ion know… we ain’t getting into allat cz irdc!! 😭 she lied about her age, and a bunch of other shit either way, and it caught up to her. i stood ten toes down and now we know the undeniable truth sooo.

also, these are bree’s alts that i know of: @/brees-dream @/averagegirlie @/imleahleah @/impeanutsstuff

so that's that. what more is there to say really? lol. you do clownery, the clownery comes back to bite! and it’s right in your face. now y'all see we were never bsing. i hv nothing more to prove, this is who she is.

i’d really like to see miss munch try and debunk this one! 🫶

[ervotica]

18+, lil smutty drabble of my fav dilf spiderman! @pxgeturner all for u baby, not very good but I forgot I wrote this for ages!

The first time Miguel fucks you he’s sure this is what heaven feels like.

You’re wet and warm and tight; you fit snugly around his cock as he splits you open, bullies his way in until the soft lips of your cunt flare and part for him. He’s tentative at first and then, as you moan and whine and wrap your legs around the thick width of his waist, he doesn’t feel so guilty for bringing tears to your eyes.

You’re a feisty little thing, only tiny in comparison to his hulking stature (not that its particularly difficult to be); you hiss and snark when he gives instruction, you pinch and gripe and poke at him until he presses you against the bed with his full body, flips you and twists your hair round his hand to use as leverage as he fucks into you deep. You’ve never felt so full, the breath knocked from your lungs as he pounds into you so far you can feel it in your throat.

You choke on it, gasping as a thick, calloused hand pushes your head into the mattress; he’s a weight right between your shoulder blades, a welcome one that only adds to the beautiful pressure building in your cunt from his fierce drilling into you; it’s like the lick of a flame the way he lights your body up, playing all the right strings to have you a writhing mess underneath him.

“Attagirl, ah, squeezing me tight, fuck!” He groans, fingers travelling from your head to your jaw, snaking and curling just on top of your pulse point and giving it a good, firm squeeze. You keen, the edges of your vision blurring out somewhat as he sends you careening into your first orgasm of the night in a blind, white hot state of pleasure.

You both know it will be nowhere near your last.

[quartzalynlove]

No Kisses

Pairing: hobie brown x fem black reader

Summary: Hobie forgot to kiss you before leaving. You decide to mess with him

A/n: I'm still figuring out how to use British slang so if anyone has tips I'll gladly take them

Being Spider-Man was a huge responsibility, even for someone as allergic to responsibility and consistency as Hobie. Of course, he was devoted to his city and the cause, but you never knew that devotion could surpass you.

Honestly, you weren't mad that Hobie forgot to kiss you before swinging out of the window, but it would have been fun to act like you were. He left around noon, and it was eleven at night when he returned. In the living room, you laid on the couch snuggled in a blanket and rewatching one of your favorite shows. Hobie knew where to look first when you weren't in the bedroom. Already unmasked, he went to join you on the couch. However, when he greeted you and patted your thighs for you to move your legs, you didn't budge. You kept your eyes straight ahead at the TV screen.

Hobie's brows furrowed in confusion as he waved his hand in front of your face, "baby?" He called.

An annoyed sigh came from you as you moved Hobie's hand from your view. He knew that face. The tight lips, slightly squinted eyes, and a small scrunch of your nose. You were irritated. Normally, Hobie would've thought you looked adorable in your little mood, but it was obvious you were irritated with him.

"I do somethin' wrong, babe?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

Finally, you looked at him, but it was only a quick glance before your attention was redirected at the TV. Your look made Hobie wince as his fist thumped lightly on his forehead.

"Ah, shit, what'd I do?" He mentally recounted his entire day.

After coming up with nothing, Hobie crouched next to you and placed his hand on the free couch space in front of you.

"Look at me, baby?"

Adding a slight pout for good measure, you stood your ground as Hobie tried to get your attention again.

"Babe, please." he called, but you remained a statue.

Unfortunately for you, however, Hobie knew a sure fire way to grab your attention. By this point he had caught on that you were pretending. He's seen you when you were mad at him, and you had a habit of not staying around him until you calmed down. Besides, the two of you normally had very good communication. You gave him no choice; if you wanted to play, the gloves were coming off.

Hobie lowered his voice. "Peng ting."

The statue blinked at that stupid phrase. Hobie didn't just throw that phrase around with you; it only came from the deepest part of his heart. It was like a second name he had given you. You relaxed your face without even noticing, but a smile spread across Hobie's.

"There you are." His voice was honeyed as he tapped a finger underneath your chin, inching closer.

You tried to resist, moving your face as Hobie continued to tickle the underside of your chin.

A quiet laugh came from you as you finally spoke. "Stop."

As a smile stretched across your face, Hobie felt warmth spread throughout his body.

"Nah, I thought you were having a laugh wit’ me, babe; thought you were mad at me?"

"I am!" Taking your hand from under your blanket, you playfully pushed away Hobie's face

Before you could draw it back, Hobie grabbed your hand and ran his thumb across your knuckles. Now on his knees, Hobie leaned in closer to you.

"Right." Hobie went to kiss you, but before your lips could connect you sat up, taking your hand back and folding your arms over your chest.

As you stared down at Hobie, he curiously stared back while resting himself in your lap.

"So, I can't kiss you, is that it?" He asked.

With a small eye roll, you turned away. This was really the performance of your life.

"It's crazy you wanna give me an 'I'm home' kiss but not an 'I'm leaving' one."

Hobie's head tilted, resting on his arm as his eyes searched around in thought. He looked up at you again.

"I didn't kiss you before I left?" He asked

As a reply, you simply glanced at Hobie before leaning fully into the couch with a light sigh. A small laugh came from Hobie as he began to stand before sitting down next to you.

“My bad, baby, I’m sorry,” He leaned into you, his eyes gazing over the features of your face. “But I can make it up, can’t I?”

When you turned back, you were met with a hungry smile on Hobie’s face that caused a small smirk to form on your lips.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

Hobie couldn’t stand you playing hard to get like this; he wanted nothing more than to kiss your lips, your cheeks, and nose thousands of times. Why did you have to act so cruel?

“Why you gotta act mad with me, baby?” Hobie started poking at you, but you wouldn’t give in.

You cocked an eyebrow as you glared at him, “Acting,” you turned away again. “Nah, I thought you loved me.”

Suddenly, you felt two of Hobie’s fingers turning your head one last time to meet his gaze, and his face was dead serious.

“Aye, don’t play like that, baby,” He said. “You know I love you.”

A smile spread across your face as you felt his touch on your cheek, “Do I?” you asked.

From your dark eyes to your gorgeous lips, Hobie’s eyes traveled. His entire hand cupped the side of your face, his thumb stroking across your skin.

His voice could barely rise above a whisper, “Yeah,” he said before leaning in to place a deep kiss on your lips. “Yeah, you do.”

[prentissology]

lol, there is something so incredibly haunting about the way peter is bathed in the colors of spider man during his death. the way you can clearly see the hues of red and blue amongst the background - which looks more like gwen's spider suit than anything else.

also him being painted as “spider man” during his death is him being gwen's gwen stacy. in every other universe, spider man is unable to save gwen stacy from falling to her death; or from her death. but in gwen's universe - she's spider (wo)man, she's the peter parker who had to watch her gwen fall.

but also, something that isn’t in theme with gwen stacy and spider man is that spider man is always unable to save gwen stacy, that does not mean he is directly responsible for her death. he did not kill gwen stacy. he's never able to catch her, but he is not who kills her. but for peter's death, gwen had fought him, she had injured her best friend and she was inadvertently responsible for the piece of rubble that fell on the lizard. she killed peter parker. she was unable to save him because she was what he died to, gwen stacy falls to her death looking at what was supposed to be her savior, peter parker dies looking at his murderer.

anyways psa somebody give gwen a hug, and maybe more fanfic love from the fandom.

[jazjelspen]

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CHAPTER 1: Twisted Wonderland

CHAPTER 2: Spider-verse (ATSV)

CHAPTER 3: Hazbin Hotel

CHAPTER 4: PERSONA 5: Royal (pending..)

CHAPTER 5:

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bonus: original works/ocs

artwall: personal drawings!

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[CHAPTER 1]

Twisted Wonderland

“we’ll show you a real happy ending.”

-Heartslabyul(none yet)

-Savannaclaw(none yet)

-Octovinelle(none yet)

-Scarabia(none yet)

-Pomefiore(none yet)

-Ignihyde

and so they lived happily ever after(idia)

-Diasomnia

breaking up with the prince of briar valley(malleus)

the world we knew(malleus)

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series/various

leaving on wild charted waters (story/various) (songs recommended to listen for this series: White Tea - Rozie Ramati, Ex-Girlfriend - No Doubt)

-part 1

-part 2

-part 3

-part 4

-part 5

-part 6

-part 7

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the domestic life (various)

-part 1

-part 2

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[CHAPTER 2]

SPIDER-VERSE

“anyone can be under the mask.”

-miles morales(not yet)

-gwen stacey(not yet)

-hobie brown(not yet)

-pavitr prabhakar(not yet)

-miguel o’hara

amor eterno (daughter reader/series)

amor eterno [parte 2](daughter reader/series)

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[CHAPTER 3]

HAZBIN HOTEL

“now that’s the spirit! you’re in hell you delinquent fuck!”

-charlie morningstar(not yet) -vaggie(not yet) -angel dust(not yet) -husk(not yet) -nifty(not yet)(will mostly be platonic) -alastor when memories snow (x overlord reader)

devil’s spawn (angel alastor/radio demon daughter reader platonic) -sir pentious(not yet) -vox(not yet) -lucifer morningstar(not yet)

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series/various

my angel baby

-part 1

-part 2

-part 3

-part 4

-part 5

-part 6

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scarlet and silver lining(story)

-epilogue

-part 1

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original works/ocs

twst oc: Evan Bleu: a normal day for the blue fairy

artwall

my angel baby: author’s interpretation

my angel baby: school drabbles

[demigod-of-the-agni]

#LongPost: A Few Hyper-Specific Things About India for India-Based Stories and Art

No this isn't a cry for more Indian-rep in Spider-Verse stories. (It is.)

Anyway. I recently went to India, and after returning to my hometown in Tamil Nadu, I reintegrated a whole slew of memories and collated new facts.. And considering I've been wanting to do one of these for quite some time (and because I need a new variety of Pavitr Prabhakar content), I thought it'd be cool if I shared some of my experiences and ideas with you.

It's best to take this with caution, though: the only places I've been to are Tiruchirappalli, Madurai, and a few towns located close to the Eastern Ghats, so my knowledge is heavily South India-based. I know for a fact that there are various similarities and differences between other geo-cultural areas of India, which is I why I've linked the other cool India Resources here as well.

In Which I Ramble About Pavitr's Character Design and the Indian Cultural Stuff Related to It by @chaos-and-sparkles (+ my addition + @neptune432's addition)

A culture post for the girlie pops (and non-girlie pops) looking to write Pavitr Prabhakar accurately by @summer-blues-stuff (+ my addition + @fandomsfeminismandme addition)

Also a timely reminder of @writingwithcolor's wonderful resources on writing about South Asian characters respectfully and sincerely

Now, for the things I've noticed in South India..

ANIMALS

There are a lot of street dogs. Like... a lot of them. And honestly it's so hard not to go up to one and give them a snack or two. The most notable dog breed is the Indian pariah and they can be found all over India. Mixed dog breeds are also common and results in a variety of features like differences in build and coat colours.

There are also other types of animals are pretty common to see alongside the roads.

Cattle are seen a lot (cows and bulls are easy to distinguish; cows (left) have udders and a small hump on their back, while bulls (right) are generally stockier and have a super-defined hump on their back). I'm pretty sure the specific cow breed is the sahiwal cow. They are either herded into paddocks for grazing or can be found wandering city streets on their own.

Goats are often herded by farmers into large masses of wool and horns and are guided to paddocks to graze. Sometimes, like cattle, they'll be found wandering city streets on their own.

Chickens are usually kept close to stalls and homes. These chickens are not plump and fluffy like most Western chickens, but are quite skinny. Mottled feather colours are usually a result of mixed chicken breeds. In Tamil Nadu, the most common chicken breed is the asil chicken.

Various birds are often seen flying around traffic if they’re not disappearing into the sky, the most common being crows, pigeons and mynahs. (The chart below on the right is not an inexhaustive list of birds; you best search them up yourself.)

TRANSPORT

There is obviously a huge amount of trucks and lorries and buses. They all have beautiful designs or crazy LEDs or large detailed fluorescent / iridescent stickers that are impossible to ignore, whether it be at high noon or midnight.

Expanding on that, the most common method of transport are motorcyclse or scooties, cars, and autos.

Also, as expected: traffic is insane. It’s horrible. It’s exhilarating. Western honking is akin to swearing, but here? Honk whenever you want. Honk if you’re happy or if you’re sad. You get a million dollars if you honk. You need to honk. It’s more important than breathing

Similarly, road rules don’t exist. Well, they do, and the Indian government does everything it can to make sure people do follow the rules, but based on the aforementioned honking, most people don't. Everyone just drives. Most bikers and motorcyclists don’t wear helmets. Only a few people wear seatbelts. Cars and motorcycles drive on the wrong side of the road and right into oncoming traffic. The chance of someone dying is 99% but it’s countered by desi stubbornness.

ENVIRONMENT & INFRASTRUCTURE

Houses and buildings are painted different colours!!! Pastel pinks and purples and deep teal hues, either plain colours or decorated with elaborate murals. This also applies to interiors. I reckon it was surprising to a lot of people when they were confronted with Mumbattan's vibrant colours, but honestly: coloured buildings slap, and it's based on the real thing. They are a sight to behold. Couple that with the architecture and oh boy- you've got such a beautiful environment.

From @jettpack's concept art for Mumbattan buildings

jettpack's concept art of the Mumbattan collider

From @chenfelicia's concept and colour keys of Mumbattan

Don't be shy to really immerse in crazy descriptors - that's how you capture the liveliness of cities like Madurai and Mumbai and ultimately, their physical manifestations like Mumbattan.

Funny enough, movie posters and political banners and flyers are EVERYWHERE. They’re huge and take up entire billboards, or congregate along walls so it becomes practically a collage. It's impossible to ignore the image of "Makkal Selvan" Vijay Sethupathi about to beat some poor loser into a pulp with a stick, or the political parties roasting each other on paper with impressive photoshopped graphics.

To tie in to the point about transport: there are hundreds of coffee stalls and snack shops and one-of-a-kind food stands. You can’t go 200 metres without running into one, either on the highway or in the city. I remember having jaggery coffee on my first night in India, and guys- it tasted so fucking good. I only wish I can transfer the taste to you. Absolutely splendid.

The climate in India is generally very humid and warm, but that doesn't mean we don't get cooler days; it is obviously cooler on winter nights. Also I've heard from many conflicting sources on India's seasonal weather (probably due to India's geograpghy), so you will have to talk to someone who is from India to really confirm. I've somewhat boiled it down to five seasons:

Summer - May-Jun; very hot (35-45ºC/95-113ºF), characterised by shrinking water bodies and droughts if there aren't any rainfalls; this time is good for plant growth/harvest if you've successfully managed water supplies

Monsoon - Jul-Aug; (34ºC/93ºF) very variable in terms of timing, characterised by torrential rains and floodings; the raining itself probably lodges somewhere in Jun-Sept but the aftereffects are felt long after the rains have stopped

Autumn - Sept-Nov; cooler but humid (25-35ºC/77-95ºF), and generally much drier since it transitions from autumn to winter

Winter - Dec-Feb; much colder, but the extent is dependent on geographic regions (20-25ºC/68-77ºF)

Spring - Mar-Apr; humid (33ºC/91ºF), sudden downpours, only occasionally do you get pleasant weather in this time

PEOPLE AND CULTURE

For some reason, there are still loud speakers blaring out music across the roads and as far as a few city blocks. I honestly thought that that had died out by the time my parents had graduated university, but it still seems like people like hearing music played at 120 decibels.

This is a complicated issue but people are not piss poor. Yes, India is a developing country, and yes there are slums and there are homeless and there are those who are stuck in a horrific sociocultural cycle, but people are rapidly getting into high-paying jobs at much higher rates than before. Overall, India is getting better; do us a favour and not have us be represented by the same poor struggle-riddled Indian stories that Hollywood and Western media is are fond of portraying.

@neptune432: One thing I think it's important to acknowledge though is how your experience in India changes depending on your caste. I feel like most of the indian voices talking online are savarna (I'm not an exception) so this doesn't get brought up as much. It's a complicated issue and one that I don't think non-indians (or savarna indians) should worry about tackling in their work, but it's worth saying because what's assumed to be everyday aspects of indian culture are actually specific to things like caste, class, and what region you're in. ex: in kerala, there are also examples of people eating on banana leaf with lots of vegan food for special occasions (namely during onam). but veganism is heavily tied to brahmanism so most of these people will be savarna. even if they eat meat otherwise, the specific interest in eating vegan for special occassions has clear implications. Though many people of different castes eat meat, it's a practice that gets discriminated against, being treated as barbaric and unclean. this is because of brahmanism and is usually only strictly followed by brahmins. dalits/bahujan usually face the worse treatment for their eating traditions. there's also the fact that hinduism is more of a recent term and a broad umbrella where many different gods and cultures have been put under (and usually done forcefully). a lot of local dieties and specific cultural practices come from outside the vedic traditions of aryans (upper caste north india), but now are treated almost as one thing. ex: kali is a south indian (dravidian) goddess who's still heavily worshipped there and who later got adapted to brahminical traditions. that's also why south indian practices of worship are different from the north and are discriminated against ex: north indians getting angry at the idea of worshipping kali by drinking alcohol and smoking even though it's an older tradition than theirs. these traditions are often connected to dalit/tribal cultures as well, which adds to why these traditions are attacked. Now, I don't feel comfortable with non-indians writing about india in general but I feel it's important to mention these things cos most people don't even realize they're only getting shown certain perspectives. How many people don't even know they're a north/south divide, for example? People are fed narrow viewpoints on India and assume that's everything to know. it's a problem cos that's what the brahminical forces in india want. This is all very general info too and I'm no expert so it's worth more research (like reading what dalits have said on their experiences). I'm not trying to criticize you btw, I just wanted to add some things cos this has been on my mind for a long time now. Couldn't have said it better myself, neptune!! (I barely mentioned it at all lmao) The caste system despite it being "abolished" still defines many traditions within India, and almost always in harmful ways. Like @summer-blues-stuff and I have mentioned in their post A culture post for the girlie pops under the Religion and caste section, it's best to leave the caste and social hierarchy alone even if you've done your research. That doesn't mean you shouldn't talk about it, it's just that people, especially those of non-South Asian decent, have to be extremely careful about it. Introductory resources on the caste system can be found on ABC, Pew Research and The Conversation.

Furthermore, the automatic assumption is that people living in shacks or remote villages have no access to greater populations and resources, which I'm happy to completely disprove. Guys: majority of the people living in my village, a rather remote village, have phones on them. Ranges from iPhones to Androids to good ol' Nokias.

(And, side note: as an Indian, I get amazingly pissed off when people's ringtones are set to maximum volume and play the same famous part of a famous song every time they get a call. Like shut the fuck up. At least quieten down? Please??)

(Also this might be a South Indian thing but Man some people are so entitled. Dudes you do not need to rub your ego into my face. Dudes you can, you know, keep all the cool things you think will get other people jealous out of the public eye. At this point I'm not jealous of what you Have, I'm pissed off at the Audacity To Think You Can Make Me Feel Bad About Myself With The Things That You Have).

Alright. Moving on.

Tiny temples and shrines are everywhere, dedicated to broad-Hinduism deities like Ganesh, Shakthi, or Vishnu; other times, they are shrines built for local deities that protect a particular village. For example, my village dedicated a little plot of water-logged land to a benevolent spirit called Subbamma, where people would leave offerings or place their sick/injured animals at the water's edge so that Subbamma could heal them. These tiny temples are almost always super colourful and amazingly detailed despite their small size

It could be a whole month before a celebration like Diwali but it’s the perfect time to set off hundreds of fireworks and firecrackers. People are just inconsiderate in many ways, it seems.

Some women wear strings of jasmine flowers in their hair. This might be completely regional-based, but most if not all women, ranging from little kids to old ladies, will wear these strings of jasmine in their hair. It's supposed to represent good fortune and beauty, and it smells wonderful.

@esrev-redips: #i usually only visit the north side of india (went to banglore and or chennai once) but im pretty sure most women in mumbai wouldnt wear #flowers in their hair unless they were of an older generation #they dont in new delhi at least and i t h i n k you can compare them but im not sure since i dont live in india either Thank you esrev!!!!! glad to see an old hunch be confirmed!!!

Normally you can wear any type of jasmine, but the common subtypes in Tamil Nadu are ஜாதிமல்லி (jathimalli; "Spanish jasmine"; left) and மல்லிப்பூ (mallipoo; right).

Eating food from a plate made from a banana leaf is more than just an aesthetic, and is often reserved for certain occasions; other times we eat from metal or ceramic plates. I can't vouch for other areas of India but I've been told the reason why banana leaves are predominantly used for large gatherings is because they can signal to diners if the food is rotten or has been poisoned; supposedly the leaf itself starts rotting and releases liquid, but I personally have never seen this happen. But of course, there are also other reasons as to why banana leaves are used (all of which are valid) ranging from being an eco-friendly disposable plate, offloading nutrients into food, or even to make the food taste better. Pick whichever reason you like.

I'm literally so hungry looking at this. (Realises this is a Pavitr thing to say.) Anyway.

FOOD RECS!!!!!!

Reblog with your favourite foods >:) The list will be routinely updated...

JAGGERY COFFEE (from me) - GOOD FUCKING STUFF. ACTUALLY. if you see it.. GET IT IMMEDIATELY

PANI PURI (from @esrev-redips) - #also you forgot to mention the PANI PURI STANDS AHHHHHH YUMYUMYUM | RRRR YOU'RE SO RIGHT. PANI PURI FOR LIFE ACTUALLY.

JASUBEN PIZZA (from @the-witch-forever-lives) - okay this is specific to Ahmedabad | okay but as specific as it may be that sounds and looks delicious??? hello??????

DABELI (from @the-witch-forever-lives) - this too???? also it LOOKS wonderful i need it right now actually

VADA PAV (from @the-witch-forever-lives) - Also Vada pav from Mumbai is so one of a kind | you are absolutely correct. vada pav is truly something magnificent

I think that's about all I can give you right now. This took me a while to type out. Feel free to ask any questions, or if you have anything you would like to add on, like anything I might have glossed over or your favourite desi foods, please do!!! I'll be sure to reblog your addition and update the original post.

The point is that this post can become one of those few other reference posts that artists and writers and other creatives can use if they ever want to make anything related to India, because it's genuinely so cool to see your culture represented so well in popular modern media.

(And in fanfic and fandom. Especially in fanfic and fandom. you have no idea how many times I've gone insane reading a Pavitr-centric fic or reading comments on Pavitr-related posts and it's just outdated ideas and harmful stereotypes and all sorts of sick bullshit, and it's always to the point where I physically have to go outside and bite into a fresh rhizome in order to ground myself. Like damn, people, you need to know things before you start creating)

So uh, I hope this was helpful if not interesting! Happy early Diwali everyone! Knowledge-over-ignorance and all that; hopefully this post does that notion justice!

[honestsycrets]

This user has been stealing my work, Mio, on wattpad. Does anyone familiar with Wattpad know how I might go about getting it removed? Thank you to the user who called my attention to this. I really do hate it when this is done.

[catchingdaydreams]

Sleep paralysis demon Miguel - Part 2

Part 1

(not proof read)

It was little over a week until any forms of sleep paralysis was forced upon you. During then you had time to think of the whole ordeal. That 'grumpy shadow', you unofficially named him for now , didn't appear the following nights either. This led to your conclusion that he only showed up with one of your episodes. You weren't looking forward to them even more now. After the last encounter you have no clue how he would react to you. You did upset him for not acknowledging his menacing gaze. But it's not your fault that just continuously staring is awkward. Its human nature.

Besides the point you needed to come up with a plan. You have no clue what that shadow man is or what caused yourself to be haunted by him. If this was becoming a frequent thing then there needs to be a way you can communicate to him. Maybe you can fix whatever bad blood between us. Maybe you could tell him to leave?

You just hope you won't provoke him....

...But that wouldn't be half enjoyable.

As the nighttime was looming over, you hopped into bed. It took you a while for your body to feel at ease but eventually you were falling to what appeared to be your slumber. But coldness of the room etched within the sheets sending in goes bumps. You tried to bury yourself further within the covers but your body was completely frozen. You signed irritatedly about your discomfort with the temperature. While tossing and turning before, much of your left leg and chest was exposed to the cold air. Every passing minute seemed to feel colder and colder. This wasn't normal, the coldness increased to the point that you could see your breath. Something supernatural was a play and you had a good guess who.

But he didn't show himself, not right away though. Miguel had bigger plans this time. It wasn't just hunger anymore. He was determined to make you fear him.

The coldness that etched into your room spewed an icy mist that made you sight hazy and dulled the rest of your senses. You tried not to panic. You really did. However, subconsciously fear had stricken you as the room grew darker and darker. The only sense that remained was your hearing. But that wasnt reliable as all you could hear was your heartbeat thumped louder and louder in your head. The only warmth that lingered was your body sweating bullets as a million thoughts were running through your mind.

Why was this time so different? Is it even the same entity doing this? Oh god, what if whatever this thing is trying to hurt you?

The last thought terrified you. Especially how exposed you felt when half your body wasn't under the sheets. Your paranoia sparked nasty ideas of something grabbing your feet and dragging you down. You thought that this terror might break your stillness, trying to move your body once more, though proved fruitfulness. You huffed at this mental strain over a flight response. Your sense we're being tested. Played like a fiddle while you were so helpless.

During your internal dilemma, you didn't notice the tapping above you. Walls groaning and creaking until it grew into a banging, vibrating the walls so violently that it shook the picture frames above.

Your mind was cleared from thought when the banging boomed above your head. You rolled your eyes up to witness who was doing it but from the angle you couldn't see anything.

What you did see was a flicker in the corner of your eye. On for a second flashed red. You blinked, focusing your vision in front of you.

There he was. Hunched over you on the bed. Almost as if he was pinning you down. What you didn't notice was that you didn't feel any weight of his body pressed onto you. You didn't know he was simply a shadow. But it's not like you knew nor cared at the moment. You were too preoccupied with how this fucken man was above you, given you looks that would kill.

You didn't know how you could be even more frozen in fear. His face was just an arms length of yours. His red glowing gaze still obscured his shadowed face, yet with being in closer proximity you could make out a scow. He took notice of moving away from his gaze to the rest of his face. He smirks, flashing his bright white fangs at you.

Miguel has been having dinner and a show with you. This time he made sure your fear persisted during his feeding. His little tricks seemed to do the work. And he certainly got a kick out of you not being a little arrogant bitch this time around when you saw him again.

Even now as he grins wildly your fear keeps growing. He thinks that you're scared of his teeth, which came up with an idea.

He leans closer to you, his mouth opens wide as he growls deeply. He aims at your throat. While he couldn't actually touch you, you didn't know that he wasn't gonna rip your voice box out. He could see your pupils dilate as a small scream emits from your closed lips. Its was almost too comical to Miguel, he grins, trying to keep in character and not laugh at you.

He might as well be drunk on your fear right now from how much you were emitting. His breath glazed over your clammy skin as he could hear how fast your heart was bumping.

Moving closer, he paused

He Noticed something above you. Miguel found your little letter that was taped on the wall above you. Glancing over it, he saw it was a message to him.

Hey shadow man, can you please stop being a creep leave me alone. I'm not into being watched by a prevy rando.

Okey thanks

It pissed him off.

Arrogant little bitch, he thought Who the hell thing they are? You were going to-

*Slap*

"Creep!!!" You cried

"Ow-fuck!!!" Miguel curses with a snarl, fangs blaring in offence. He rubs his face to ease the sting.

'She...slapped me?' He couldn't believe it.

'I slapped him' You couldn't believe it.

You both stared at each other, completely dumbfounded. It took you a few seconds to release that 'oh hey you can move now' and 'get the fuck out of here instincts' kicked in.

And get the fuck out of here you did.

With one swift motion you kicked him in the gut, causing him to fall back in surprise. Finally with him off you, this was your chance. You rummaged the sheets off and ran straight out of the room.

All the while Miguel was left on the bed to collect himself.

What the hell was going on?

[yassentheassassin]

Peter B is the only one in the spider society who's allowed to call Miguel Miggs/Miggy

[killerpancakeburger]

This whole website is like "[Male character] and feminism cannot coexist in my mind" and I'm just like. Seems like a Skill Issue.

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

HELP?!?!????

ik this is supposed to say “breeding” but LMAOOO

@ace-and-sleepdeprived @chessbox @darksidescorner @hoe-bie @i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit @skullghoulz @sp1derw1re @spiderxpawz @gltzpzy @thecrowandtherose

[womanofwords]

Miles and Kilometres

"Interesting. Very interesting," Peter B. Parker said, looking between Miles Morales from Earth 1610 and Miles Morales from Earth 42.

"Two sides of the same coin," Pavitr mused.

"Dude, could you not?" 1610 Miles asked.

"Prick," 42 Miles scoffed.

"Hey, be nice to Pav, erm . . . Miles?" Gwen said, looking at both versions of Miles Morales. "We can't call you both Miles."

"Even though you are both Miles," Hobie said. "So, what we callin' you, then?"

"Our Miles is Miles, and the other one is called Kilometres," Peter joked. 42 Miles scoffed.

"I am not answering to Kilometres," 42 Miles scoffed.

"This one's just a ray of sunshine, ain't he?" Hobie remarked, jerking a thumb towards 42 Miles.

"Yeah, you need to lighten up," Peter B. Parker said, poking 42 Miles in the ribs. 42 Miles let out a squeak and stumbled forwards. "You OK, kid?"

"Don't . . . ever . . . touch there," 42 Miles said, glaring at the floor. "It's - it's weird."

1610 Miles snickered. "What, buddy? What's wrong? Did you become so much of an edgelord that you forgot that you could be ticklish?"

"I-I'm not!" 42 Miles snapped, blushing harder.

"You're adorable!" Pavitr cooed. "You're trying your best to be super tough and you're just so cute!"

"You shut up, you - HEY!" 42 Miles' words were cut off by Hobie grabbing him and holding him close.

"'E's got a point, ya know," Hobie said. "Wonder what'd 'appen if . . ." He poked 42 Miles in the ribs, and he giggled. "It worked!" 1610 Miles openly laughed, while 42 Miles looked at his interdimensional counterpart like an angry wet cat.

"Don't be so smug, buddy," Peter said, poking 1610 Miles in the same spot. He jumped and clung to the ceiling. It was 42 Miles' turn to laugh openly.

"So they're both ticklish, eh?" Gwen teased, wriggling her fingers. Behind her, Hobie cracked his knuckles and Pavitr began stretching. 42 Miles and 1610 Miles leaned back in horror.

"We should go," 42 Miles said.

"Yes, we should," 1610 Miles agreed. By the time he even put one foot forward, Pavitr had already wrapped him up in a mess of bangles and webbing. 42 Miles was already hog-tied to Hobie's guitar.

"How did you do that?" Gwen asked, staring at Hobie and 42 Miles.

"Anarchy," Hobie said.

"Put me down!" 42 Miles snapped.

"Nope!" Pavitr said, dragging 1610 Miles and 42 Miles into an empty room full of gadgets.

"What are you even doing?" Peter asked.

"Um . . . running some tests!" Gwen said, as the spider-teens rushed away.

"What sort of tests are you pendejos even running?" 42 Miles asked.

"Well, Miles got bitten by the spider, while Kilometres didn't. I want to see if both of them are still as sensitive as the other one is," Gwen said.

"You're just going to spend all day tickling us both," 42 Miles said.

"Sure, why not?" Hobie said, grabbing at 42 Miles' stomach. The teenage Prowler alternated between cursing in Spanish and squeaking when Hobie's long fingers found a sweet spot. Gwen did the same to 1610 Miles, who was actually laughing.

"It seems the spider bite did make him more ticklish!" Pavitr giggled. "How interesting!"

"MAYBE FOR YOU!" 1610 Miles snapped. Admittedly, it was hard to tell because he was laughing so hard. 42 Miles was too busy holding in his laughter, his cheeks filling with air and giving him the impression of an angry chipmunk with his mouth full.

"This one's stubborn, Pav," Hobie called out. Wanna help out?"

"Yes!" Pavitr started squeezing 42 Miles' armpits almost experimentally. And 42 Miles exploded.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" 42 Miles screamed, everything bursting out of him.

"And we have liftoff!" Pavitr celebrated. "Miles is more ticklish, but Kilometres is better at holding it in!"

"DON'T CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALL ME THAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" 42 Miles laughed.

"Hey, put them down and let 'em go," Peter said. "This is not helping either of them in the slightest."

"Fine," Gwen sighed, signalling to Pavitr to pull 1610 Miles out of the webbing. Hobie started cutting 42 Miles out at the same time.

"Now, send the other Miles home to get some rest," Peter ordered.

"I'll handle it," Hobie said. Just before he pushed 42 Miles through a portal to his universe, he whispered something into the Prowler's ear. 1610 Miles saw a glimpse of a terrified expression before he went through the portal.

"What did you say to him?" 1610 Miles asked, when he was alone with Hobie.

"I told him that if we ever found him messing with any kind of Spidey, we'd bring him back and find every ticklish spot he had," Hobie said casually.

1610 Miles' eyes went wide. "Oh."

"But I'd have to compare them to yours to be safe."

"What are they doing to each other?" Miguel asked.

"Hobie is tickling Miles Morales," Lyla reported.

"Of course that's what they're doing. Are there are earplugs around?"

"Nope!"

Miguel groaned. "Ay, dios mio."

[gutsygremlin]

The fact that I have to write the fanfiction that I wanna see on ao3 9/10 is so evil to me

[turquoizxe]

𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐢𝐳𝐱𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

*𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙦𝙪𝙤𝙞𝙯𝙭𝙚 | ― 𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 | 19 | 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮/𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨 | 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙨𝙛 | 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙧 |

― 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨

― 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩, 𝙞𝙨𝙢𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚 |

― 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤 [17+] 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙙𝙣𝙞 |

― 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧.

Fandoms I Write For

Spider-Man: Spiderverse Trilogy

They Cloned Tyrone

Call of Duty

Blue Eye Samurai

Jujutsu Kaisen

Mortal Kombat

Tekken

Street Fighter

Chainsaw Man

Bridgerton

The Boys

Fallout

*this list will be updated indefinitely

𝙆𝙚𝙮 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨

[Brackets will be used to categorize the symbols based on the fandom and type of work]

Tilde (~) = Mature Audiences (17+)

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𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣: 𝘼𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚

[~*;%] Hobie Brown: Just For You ― Self-Insert Series [Masterlist Included]

Synopsis ― You’re a college student who has been patrolling your city for the last year. The surge in responsibilities have your grades and mental state suffering, and tuition is expensive, your parents are paying for the rest of what the scholarships don’t cover. Life just seems to be in a constant loop of a mess, why not add a friend into that? Hobie Brown had performed on campus for a festival, and you’d see him more often than not afterwards after getting to actually meet him. He has such a different vibe to him, you’re almost sure that he’s not from here. Bad news, he’s not. 

Disclaimer ― ATSV SPOILERS, 3 parts for mature audiences (17+), 2 *additional parts for adults (18+)

Content ― Fem!reader, slow burn, eventual smut, angst, fluff, introduction to existing atsv characters, use of foul language, suggestive themes, violence, generally sensitive topics(relationships, mental health, near-death experience, etc.)

[*:] Hobie Brown: Versatility

content ― Drabble: Hobie Brown x Black!Fem!Reader, sweet, and straight to the point, black hair appreciation with a lot of fuckin’, pain kink if you squint

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙮𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚

[*;%] Fontaine: 4 Page Letter ― Self-Insert

Installation (1/2): 'Bashful'

Installation (1.5/2): 'The Shit We Do'

[?] Installation (2/2): 'Bold'

➝ You'd known Fontaine for years— attracted to him even, but you two lived completely different lives, and as much as you wanted to be his, you didn't like his lifestyle. You two had a history together, but he didn't want it to end that way― determined to change your mind.

Content ― Black!Introverted!Fem!Reader, lengthy ass intro, use of aave, use of the n-word, plot with porn fr(minors dni), this is just pure filth that’s all you gotta know lmao

Disclaimer ― violence, arguing, sexuality, mentions of drugs, and other adult themes.

It's not much, but enjoy reading! lol <3

[aneliwriter]

Warnings- SMUT! Cussing, Jealousy issues, Possessiveness, Disturb scene, Toxic relationship.. Dark Miguel O'Hara

NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS!!

18+ MATURE READERS PLEASE!!

I jumped on the miguel o'hara train.. So climb aboard!! He is all over my FYP on tik tok so I gave in 😂

Enjoy! :)

Full story on Wattpad- @alexaaneli

Might be some grammar errors (sorry)

I gasp to the new angle and i hold on to him harder not even caring that one of the bed legs just snapped.

I'll just put 2 hardcover books to stable the bed.. like I did to the other 2 bed legs that snapped.

I'm lost in euphoria... Better yet, I'm lost in Miguel O'Hara.

We started our "Situation ship" a month ago, I was walking home one night and this burglar cornered me in the alleyway, I thought i was done for, I was too afraid to fight but before he could even take a step, A large, Tall brown haired man sunk his teeth into his neck and rip his flesh apart.

I felt like i couldn't breathe but i couldn't take my eyes off of him, I was hooked.

I couldn't look away, I saw how he just tore him apart, snapping his neck in half and i didn't run, Hell i didn't even flinch.

I didn't want to run

I couldn't.. My feet wouldn't move.

They didn't want to move

Once he was done, He stared at me with his dark dead eyes as i stared back at him all bloody, something inside of me sparked, it was like he took my breath away.

I didn't know how i could be attracted to such darkness, but I immediately was to him.

I was attracted to him like i get attracted to fictional characters.

A fucking simp

An unhealthy obsession but i didn't care.

I just knew i would be on my knees for him.. Gladly

Any innocence i had, It was fucking gone.

The innocence was gone.

Gone like the wind

He already had me wrapped around his finger, He instantly had me in a chokehold and he didn't even knew my name... Yet.

I was able to thank him quickly before he disappeared into the night.

I couldn't tell if he was a vampire or a spider, somehow he seemed both.

He had a similar suit design to the friendly neighborhood spiderman but he didn't have once ounce of friendly in him.

And he was so much more well built.. Definitely.

Jesus those fucking arms.. His back...

He was Spiderman on steroids with that God like-figure on him.

That ass.. Just absolute perfection

But when i got home, I was about to get a surprise of my life.

As i was getting into my nightgown, I felt eyes lasering at me. I turn around and he was at my window, staring right at me, standing.. waiting to be invited.

He had followed me home.

But it wouldn't have mattered, He had this hungry stern look he was going to come in.. Invitation or not, He was going to step through that window.

And he did, I opened the window, letting this stranger in without a doubt in my mind.

He could have killed me and i wouldn't even had cared.

I wanted to let him in

I wanted him to ruin me and he did.. Over and over and over.

And he has been coming through that window every night since then, same time, no exchange of words, just strictly animal crazed hot sex.

I'm not allowed to ask questions, what he does, or his past.

I was only given his name and that's it, That's all i know of him... just his name and his determination of not making me able to walk for days.

Disabled.. almost.

I close my eyes as my body goes limp, My orgasm hitting me like a high tide, He curses in Spanish but it sounds like music to my ears.

"Que Maravilla." He grunts as he spills inside me. I moan to his words, to his sultry tone, I will never be able to hear those words the same.. ever again.

Translation- Wonderful

I need paddles to bring me back to life as my soul just left my body.

I wrap my arms around his wide broad shoulders but i can't get all around as he quickly gets up and starts to put his suit back on.

His ass is absolute perfection but his...

"See you tomorrow." He deadpans, not giving me another look.

He exits through the unlock window that i haven't locked ever since that night.

"Bye." I say softly but he's already gone.

I take a deep breath as i prepare myself to find the strength to somehow get into the bathtub.

I pull out my "Just got Migueled" aftercare bag. I run the bath to warm temp and i pour lavender Epsom salt.

I wipe my neck that has a hand printed on with a wipe that will help with the bruising. I rub some ointment on there as well and a few he left on my hips and his handprints on my butt.

I dip my toe in to check the temp, I start to get in and i hiss as the water hits my soreness and bruises but it goes away after a second.

I sink back and i let the remedy heal me so i can be ready to get ruined all over again tomorrow.

Cant' wait

NEXT DAY,

I stare at the clock, blinking a few times as if that would magically make him appear.

I glance at the window and back at the clock.

9:45 P.M

I bite my lip, It's been 15 minutes and he hasn't shown up. He's never late, 9:30 on the dot, every night.

Maybe he's not coming?

A part of me falls sad as i might not see him tonight but he is a superhero after all.

He's probably out fighting crime

Or beating the shit out of someone

He looks like a superhero but he feels more like a anti hero.. A nomad.

The ringing of my phone yanks me out of my thoughts.

"Hello." I answer.

"Hey! What are you doing tonight!" My friend slurs.

"I'm busy." I say my usual line.

"Again?" She groans.

"You've been busy a lot lately, Come out to the club! You never hang out with me anymore." She whines.

"I don't know Lilly." I bite my lip as i stare at the clock again reading 9:50 pm.

What if Miguel shows up and I'm not here?

I never leave anywhere at night, I make sure I'm home in time before he shows up

What if he gets mad that i left?

Will he care?

He isn't my Boyfriend but...

But what?

I got nothing

"What club?" I close my eyes as i internally groan, hopefully i won't regret this.

I'll be sad if he showed up and i wasn't here, He's the highlight of my day.

He's not going to show

"Yay!! Okay I'm at Thriller's! Just say my name to the bouncer, He'll let you in."

"Okay, I'll be there in ten." I say quickly before i change my mind.

I pick out a dress and heels, I dab some eyeshadow on and i put some eyeliner on and i paint my lips red. I put my hair into a high ponytail as i was too lazy to curl it.

I grab my phone and keys from my bed, I look up the window seeing no one.

I sigh as i look at the clock 10:15 P.M

Definitely not going to show up

The bouncer steps aside and lets me in, I walk through the stuffy hot sweaty bodies crowd trying to look for Lilly.

I push my way through as i spot her.

"Lilly!" I call out through the loud music that's blasting through the speakers.

"Hey you made it!" She smiles cheek to cheek as she hugs me.

"C'mon let's get some drinks in you!" She pushes me to the bar.

"Just one drink." I say sternly.

3 drinks later,

"I'm glad i came out." I say tipsy as i sway my hips around letting the music guide my hips.

"Me too!" She shouts happily as she dances with me.

I tense up as i feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist, I turn around but my hope deflates as i don't see the person i was hoping for.

"Hi." A stranger greets me.

"Hi." I say politely.

"Wanna dance with me?" He smiles flirtatiously.

"Sure." I shrug my shoulders.

I start to dance with this stranger, I close my eyes and my brain lingers to the man who's in my head 24/7.

I imagine that the hands that are on my waist right now are Miguel's big firm ones and that I'm lean against his large muscular chest.

That his hot breath is the one that's hitting my nape.

I roll my eyes as i feel something vibrate against me but it vibrates again and i realize it's my phone. I pull my phone out of my purse as the stranger keeps dancing behind me.

My heart drops and i try to adjust my eyes making sure they're not deceiving me to the name of the person who just texted me.

I didn't even know he had my number.

Miguel

His hands off you.. Now.

I immediately pull away and the stranger gives me a confused look.

"S-Sorry i have to go." I say.

"Whatever." He shrugs his shoulders and goes to dance with Lilly.

I look up trying to find him but i don't see him but i know he's watching me.

I can feel him

His dead eyes lasering through me

I look down as i get another text,

Miguel

You have 5 minutes to get home, If i beat you there, There will be no remorse.

I look up and i spin around trying to see if i can spot him in the crowd.

I get another text

Miguel

Time starts now.

I start to run, Not even saying bye to Lilly, I just start to run like hell.

I run out to the streets, taking off my heels and i start to sprint.

Hoping i can beat Miguel home

Hoping

That man has a strong stamina.

I look up as i run and i start to panic as i hear the wind rushing above me as something is running above me, on top of the buildings.

Miguel

I widen my eyes as i can hear him, his grunts as he runs. He's running so fast like a Damm predator about to catch his prey and swallow it whole.

I practically beg my feet to move faster, even though i can't beat his speed but i will definitely try to get home fast as i can.

I swing the door open almost falling in of how fast i came in.

I put my hands over my knees trying to catch up with my breathing.

I freeze as i feel the wind rustling in through the window.

Shit

The light is turned off but it doesn't need to be on in order for me to know that the window is wide open.

"Did you know if i bite someone it paralyzes them?" A deep dark voice chills in the dark.

My heart stops as i realized i fucked up.

He turns on the desk lamp and i see him sitting in the chair nonchalantly.

I gulp as i try to figure out what to say.

"Um-

"Do you wanna find out." He deadpans menacingly as he strides over to me.

I gulp with my eyes widened as i walk back till my back hits the wall.

"I-I-w-waited t-then m-my f-friend-

"Oh wow huh huh-" He smiles before punching the wall right next to me.

I gulp again as i shut my trap up.

"You don't dance with anyone and you certainly don't let anyone touch what is MINE." He says sternly as he's inches away from my lips.

His eyes are usually dark but right now somehow they're a shade darker.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I-I wasn't even going to go but i didn't think you were going to come and i haven't seen my friend in a while and i didn't think anything of it"

-I just keep rambling.

He sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose "Can you not talk for a second?" He sasses sarcastically.

I shut up and i nodded.

He grips my jaw, making sure i give him my full and undivided attention.

"Tu eres mia." He rasps slowly.

Translation- You are mine

"Solo mia."

Translation- Only mine

I slowly nod as i look into his eyes, i should be scared, i am but I'm more turned on than anything.. but also scared.

"Say it." He demands.

"Soy tuya." I don't even have to think about it.

Translation- I'm yours

"Asi es." He smirks.

Translation- That's right

My legs are about fold to his devilish smirk

"Now that we cleared that up." He looks into my eyes and somehow he gets even closer to my face.

"On your knees." He soothes.

I instantly drop to my knees.

I look up to Miguel having a satisfying smile on his face.

He pulls his suit down and his hard length sprung free.

"Well what are you waiting for? You know what to do." He smirks.

I nod and i wrap my hand around him and i start to stroke him, I open up wide and i take his tip swirling my tongue around it, I take all of him in as i hollowed out my cheeks making him grunt in pleasure.

He wraps my ponytail around his hand as he pushes me further in.

"Fuck, Just like that." He throws his head back as he groans.

I bob my head up and down on his long shaft, My mascara running as i shed tears.

I wander my hand down to my sex as i need to relieve some tension.. It's killing me.

"Don't you even fucking dare." He deadpans as he still has head thrown back.

I whimper in protest and that makes him smile in pleasure.

"Stay still, I'm going to fuck your mouth." He says lustfully.

I stay still and he thrusts into my mouth and i take the beating that's happening.

Till my jaw locks

He moans as he grips the back of my head.

"Fuck." He rolls his eyes as he thrusts sloppy.

"Get ready Baby, I'm going to give you every single drop." He smiles.

I'm ready Daddy

"Fuck fuck fuck!" He shudders as he paints my throat white.

He taps any excess on my tongue, i lick up all the excess.

He doesn't give me any time to think, he picks me up an a swift movement.

I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He devours my lips, he catches my lips and he tugs it and playfully bites it. I part my lips and he sticks his tongue in and i close my lips in.

"Open." He says darkly.

I open my mouth and he spits into my mouth.

My arousal grows and grows.

"Dejeme ver." He whispers.

Translation- Let me see

I open again showing him i swallowed.

"Good girl." He smirks.

"Get ready." He smirks again.

"For what-

But i yelp before i can finish as he lifts me up higher and my legs dangle over his wide broad strong shoulders, my back leaned against the wall.

He smirks thankfully that my dress is short, giving him easy access to my wet soaking lips but that smile quickly turns to a frown and he growls "Why the fuck aren't you wearing any panties!"

"Um-

I try to talk but i gasp instead as he just dives right in, He angrily inserts his tongue inside as he starts to suck the life outta me.

"Oh my god." I moan as i throw my head back, grunting as i hit my head on the wall but i don't care.

He's a speed demon with that wicked tongue of his.

"Oh Miguel!" I scream tugging his hair as he goes deeper.

He mumbles something in spanish but it just feels vibrations.

"Yes yes yes!" I moan pathetically.

"Please, please don't stop." I beg.

"You like my tongue Baby?" He cook as he licks me.

"Y-Yes." I roll my eyes.

He grins as he flashes his white pearl fangs.

"Cum." He gives me the green light.

He holds my hips still as i start to shake as i cum all over him.

He laps all my juices, drinking all of me in.

He lies me on my back, He takes my dress off over my head.

He eyes me up and down lustfully and slightly frowning at me to the lack of no bra.

"Pose just like that because in a minute I'm going to have you screaming my name bloody murder." He smirks.

He lands his lips on mine, he starts to trail down to my jaw, my neck, shoulder blade until he ends on my breasts.

He swirls his tongue around my nipple as he tugs the other one with his hand. He takes my boob into his mouth, I moan as he starts to suck on it, He looks up to me as he takes turns sucking each boob.

He comes back up and he licks the side of my neck.

"My offer still stands.. Do you wanna find out?" He whispers.

"Do you want me to sink my teeth into your beautiful skin, numb your legs so i can fuck you as long as i want." He taunts.

"I-I don't want to be paralyzed." I whisper embarrassedly.

He chuckles as he shakes his head "Don't worry Baby, I have an antidote."

"What do you say Hermosa?" He caresses my cheek.

Translation- Beautiful

"Okay." I breathe out.

He smirks, He spread my legs and he enters in 2 strokes making the 2 of us moan.

I roll my eyes as i throw my head back.

He thrusts hard and fast just like he usually does.

Just how we like it

He wraps his hand around my throat as he pounds into me.

All you can hear is skin flapping and our moans filling up the air.

"M-Miguel!" I bite my lip down hard, so hard that i probably drew blood.

I think i did because Miguel sucks my lips and wipes the blood with his tongue.

"D-Don't stop.. S-So g-good." I murmur.

He smirks sinisterly, He lowers his head down to my neck, he kisses it softly and then he does it...

He sinks his teeth in, biting my neck as i gasp and cum at the same time.

My pupils dilate as i rode out this euphoric sensual feeling till i can't feel my legs anymore.

Till i can't feel anything anymore.

Miguel roars as he's sent to the deep end and picks up the pace and just keeps thrusting.

He doesn't stop thrusting.

I stare into his eyes as he pound and pound into me, i can't feel anything because of his bite but at the same time i do feel all of him.

I know his sensation, how he feels by heart.

Another hour or 2 so passes by and he's still thrusting until surprisingly his stamina starts to give out.

He pants as he closes his eyes shut and he spills inside me as he growls.

He collapses softly on top of me.

And the not so itsy bitsy spider falls down

"Que maravilla." He says breathless.

I wiggle my toes as i start to get my feeling back after Miguel injected me with the antidote.

He finishes putting his suit back on, He walks towards the window but he stops, clearing his throat but not turning all the way around.

I look up to him.

"I'll be gone for 3 days." He deadpans.

"O-Oh okay." I say softly.

I wish i can ask him why and where but it's not part of our agreement.

"Um be careful i suppose." I fidget nervously.

He just nods and proceeds to go out through the window.

"I might be gone for 3 days but that doesn't mean i won't be watching you." He now acknowledges me.

"I won't go out." I whisper as i nod.

"I hope not... For your sake." He taunts and i gulp.

He leaves with giving me one final smirk.

I get up to do my usual night time after care routine, I turn around to glance at the window.

"Please come back to me." I say to no one but just me in my apartment.

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