#he said make me look tall 😡

[truman-blackk]

@huxley

[dabislittlemouse]

𝔅,

Congrats on the follower milestone, you devilish genius. If you still have slots…

“If y’keep undressing me with those eyes… I’ll catch a cold.” // SMUG, FLIRTY BASTARD DABI

Ahhhhzjsjs I can’t wait to see what your beautiful mind conjures~

- heiny

“𝐈𝐟 𝐲’𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬…𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝”

Dabi x Reader smut- MDNI +18

contains: seeing Dabi for the first time at ReDestro’s big event, Dabi being a flirty bastard, thick tension in the air, thrill and new feelings blooming, cunnilingus, possessive Dabi. Mentions of long hair since I tried to make it specific for Heiny

A/N: HELLO- posting this today as a little birthday gift for yew🥳 and it turned out a full fic :3 Everybody come wish Heinous a happy birthday or I’ll come for your throat 😡

Enjoy your dance with Dabi~

The invitation letter to ReDestro’s big event found itself in your hands that day. The PLF had organised this event to celebrate a new beginning, the League of Villains that had supposedly taken charge and became one with ReDestro’s army. To celebrate for their future success and goals, to become one, united and indestructible, so it would be a pleasure for you to join as well on this glorious event, the invitation said.

You were kind of cautious about everything at first; you were familiar with the League of Villains and their doings, though the sudden dedication and admiration ReDestro had towards them, to the point of lending them all his power and people, made you feel skeptical.

But let’s give it a chance. There had to be a reason why ReDestro saw them as fit and trustworthy allies.

Though what you did not expect was to find yourself trapped and captivated by them as well, or to be more specific by him.

The dress you wore was striking, kissing your body so well, the crimson color having everyone’s eyes glued on you. Your hair curled up, falling down your shoulders, red lipstick on your plump lips and smokey eyeliner to bring out the sharpness of your eyes, it was all you needed for you to radiate nothing but magnificence as you walked on the stairs of the big fancy mansion.

The ballroom was undoubtedly huge and glowing, already crowded with people, filled with nothing but cheering, laughing and talking. There were citizens, villains and powerful people; all invited to celebrate one singular cause. Eyes were peering at you as you headed inside, the tap of your heels and your fragrance making heads turn. The waiter approached you and you took a glass of champagne, smiling at the strangers and being friendly. You didn’t do well on crowds, especially when you barely knew anyone, anxiety would already fill you from the inside. The invitation could’ve easily been declined but something inside of you was urging you to go.

Not after too long ReDestro decided to give a speech, along with the new leader, Shigaraki Tomura by his side. It was followed by loud cheering and applauses, everyone already seemed devoted to Shigaraki, accepting him as their new supreme leader. The lieutenants came afterwards on stage, you recognised some of them, the little blood-obsessed girl, with a big cheerful smile on her face, the gecko, the magician…

Your gaze was stuck on the raven haired man, who you immediately recognised. His mauve burn scars painting half of his face and hands, decorated with metallic piercings all over, as his eyes lingered around the ballroom. You knew the pyromaniac named Dabi, and heard of his doings. You’ve heard that he was a cold-blooded murderer, a rude, arrogant and merciless villain that burned down towns and people. Not someone you’d want to cross paths with.

And here he was, in front of you, and the mere sight of him gave you chills down your spine. He stood tall, radiating confidence, power, his presence was enough to make anyone quiver. Dabi was wearing a dark blue, lavish looking suit, the tie almost loosened, holding a cigar on his hand. Attractive was an understatement when it came to him. ReDestro’s speech was inaudible in your ears as your brain turned mush, your eyes glued to the man, not realising you were biting your lower lip too.

Your breath hitched the moment his eyes locked with yours. You thought he’d avert his gaze and ignore you, but no. He was staring right back at you, his eyes taking in all your sight, from head to toe, his face expressionless but those eyes..

Fuck, even from this far you could feel that piercing gaze burning you from the inside out entirely. Dabi licked his lips in anticipation, a slight smirk gracing his face, not breaking eye contact with you. You swallowed hard, immediately averting your gaze somewhere else, heat creeping up your face.

God, what even was that..

As the speech was over, the celebration began, everyone took their drinks, some started dancing, swaying with the music, some enjoying the finger food. Though you noticed Dabi was approaching you the moment he came down from that stage. Slow, almost predatory steps.

Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck he’s coming my way…

You tried to keep yourself calm, but your breath hitched as he came to you up close. He was taller, looming over you, his strong cologne mixed with smoke intoxicated your senses and his gaze was too much to handle. Not knowing what to say, you gave him an awkward smile while he took a puff from the cigar.

“If y’keep undressing me with those eyes, I’ll catch a cold..” he said with a teasing tone in his raspy voice, making you flush in embarrassment. Damn, he was a flirt wasn’t he? You could feel your heartbeats getting faster, but your face expression remained neutral.

“I’m sorry about that” you replied back, taking a sip from your drink while giving him a sultry look. Usually, eyes were all that it took to seduce men and make them obsessed. And your eyes were your strongest weapon. “I’d offer you a… warm up, in case that happened. But I’m sure your quirk is enough for that”

His smile grew wider, more wicked, while he thought of all the meanings this warm up could have. You felt like crawling away and hiding into the furthest corner. One more word from him, one more look, and you’d turn into a puddle on the floor. He came closer, eyes focused on your cleavage, decorated with a diamond necklace.

“Never seen ya around here, dollface. You new?”

The nickname made your voice almost come out quivering. “Y-Yeah pretty much. I’m not a villain or a hero but.. just an acquaintance. I hadn’t been in touch with ReDestro for a long time though”

“Ah”

After that, the both of you stayed silent, it felt kind of awkward at first while he continued smoking.

“Y’wanna try?” he asked, handing you the cigar. You immediately shook your head.

“No thank you, I don’t smoke”

“You afraid of hurting those pretty lungs of yours or somethin’?” he said and before you could even comprehend, his eyes were looming over your half exposed chest. The blush on your cheeks didn’t go unnoticed as he let out a chuckle.

“Relax will ya? You gettin’ heated up already..”

“I am relaxed” you snapped, your eyes looking around the crowd, anywhere but him.

“You didn’t come here with anyone. A pretty thing like you, and you don’t have a man?” Dabi asked, and you watched his finger reaching to twirl some of your hair.

“No man. Surprised? Why is it a necessity for a pretty girl to have a man?” you frowned, this time staring right back at him. Though your tough facade was easily broken whenever you locked eyes with his.

“Didn’t say that. Was kinda hoping in fact that you didn’t have one” Dabi smirked as you bit your lip nervously. “Would be a shame if I turned them to ashes”

Your eyes widened at the continuation of that sentence, blinking twice and processing what you just heard.

“Huh?!”

“What?” He a wrapped hand around your waist. It felt warm and sent tingles on your body. “Is it wrong for me to want someone I feel very…captivated by? Y’know dollface, nothing, and I mean nothing, can grab my attention that easily. It’s hard to please a man like me”

Whether you knew or not, Dabi was already captivated the moment he landed his eyes on you, it’s like those eyes of yours lured him into a trap that he could not get himself easily out of. Just the way he lured you in too. And here the both of you were, tension thick in the air.

“..wait. So you’ve taken an interest in me? And if I had a man, you’d burn him to ashes, that’s what you’re saying?” you mumbled, gathering the pieces together. “That’s vile!”

“Atta girl. You’re so clever, aren’t you? ” Dabi chuckled and you rolled your eyes. He licked his lower lip, wanting to make those eyes of yours roll more from other reasons.

“I’ve always been vile, baby. I got a reputation out there, that’s brought me where I am now” he grabbed your hand, pulling you in for a dance as you both walked to the center.

“And in this world you gotta be merciless and vile to get what you want”

He didn’t even have to ask you appropriately if you wanted to dance or not, you were now swaying with him to the music, his hand on your back as yours were on his shoulders. Your face was mere inches away from his, the others around you had to stop and stare. Dabi was not known to associate with people often, let alone dancing. So everyone’s heads now were filled with questions as to who you were, and how weren’t you afraid of being this close to Dabi out of all people?

“So you think you can make me yours? Very bold of you. And you barely even know me” you smirked. The audacity of this man.

“Think? Nah doll, I will make you mine” he whispered in your ear as your breath hitched. “And I’ll have plenty of time to get to know every single part of yours”

Someone who’d be looking at the both of you from far away, would think that you two were kissing. That’s how close he was to you.

“Y-You’re too close..” you stuttered, but the expression in your face was almost blissful. As if his heat made you totally drunk on him.

“Too close huh.. is that bad?” he pressed his lips on your cheek, your body pressed hard against his, you could almost feel his toned body through his clothes. And something else.

“You don’t like me being close to you? It makes your heart feel all fluttery?“ he chuckles “Does it make you feel some type of way, maybe? What type of way would that be, sugar bun~”

You let out a gasp, your belly swarming with butterflies. “Y-Yeah..I feel kind of dizzy, um sorry I just- I think I need some fresh air.

You backed away from Dabi and headed out of the ballroom, leaving the dance in half. Though this did not discourage him, you could already feel his heavy steps coming from behind you. You inhaled a sharp breath, your face sweating and your heart pounding out of your chest.

The long corridor was empty and gloomy. Only your heavy breathing and his steps from behind you could be heard, along with the faint noises of the party.

“Where you goin’ huh?” he laughed, his voice echoing in the corridor. “I can’t let the newbie wander around freely around here now can I? That’s not what a good lieutenant would do. Especially when there are different kinds of villains wandering around here as well, who knows what they’d do when seeing a pretty thing like you all alone..” he says, grabbing you by the waist again and pulling you towards him. The look in his eyes is dark and twisted, almost possessive, as if he found the rarest gem in the world and no way he’ll let anyone else get it. He took in your scent, burying his head on your neck and letting out a soft moan.

“A-As if you’re different from them..” you snapped back, trying your best to not let any whimper come out of your throat.

“Ah.. You wound me with your words doll, I could never be like them” Dabi stared at you, a scarred hand wrapping gently around your delicate throat. “I’m worse”

Without a warning his lips crashed against yours, roughly and possessively you could barely call it a kiss. His tongue slid on your lower lip before entering inside, almost making you choke on that feverish sloppy kiss. He let out a low groan that made your whole body vibrate, his breathing and grunts as he devoured your mouth sent you to pure bliss, to the point you whimpered and moaned on his mouth too. His hand grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it as he slammed you against the wall.

“You like that don’t you huh..” he whispered between kisses, and all you could do is hum in response, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Mm yeah?” he hummed back. “I’ll make you fall f’me. Completely”

He backed away from the kiss, leaving you there fucked out and panting before going down on his knees. One of your legs was thrown on his shoulder before he lifted your dress. You were in pure bliss to even protest, your body needed this so you just let it happen. The thrill and danger this man’s eyes promised you, you wanted to taste it all.

“Wanna see you try” you responded, wanting to provoke him further. He smiled mischievously as he roughly tore off your laced panties.

“Hey! Those were pretty!” you cried out.

“Don’t worry baby, Dabi’s gonna get new ones for ya, alright?” he kissed your inner thigh and going further, leaving a trace of kisses and small bite marks behind.

“If you’ll be my girl, I’ll burn everything down to the ground and get you whatever you want..”

And with that, his tongue lapped on your cunt, sweet ambrosia making his eyes roll as he savoured you. You let out a high pitched moan, your hand covering your mouth.

“God, your taste..” he hummed, circling his tongue around your clit and down to your folds agonisingly slow. “Weeping for me sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmmm” you nodded, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Good. I will make this pussy cry for me”

He placed his mouth against your cunt, his tongue sliding deep inside of you, then sliding out to lick and suck on your puffy clit. The wanton sounds you let out were music to his ears, encouraging him even more.

“Mmmhh that’s it princess, grind on it, just like that” he whispered as you continued to move your hips, riding and grinding his tongue, your head falling back in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, so fuckin’ sweet”

He plunged two fingers deep in your cunt, curling and scissoring them while his tongue continued to lap your clit.

“Dabi!! S’too much!” you whined but he didn’t stop. The knot forming in your stomach was ready to snap anytime soon.

“Yeah? C’mon I know you can do it” he teased, his chuckle against your cunt sending vibrations through your body. His gaze never leaving yours as he admired you above him. “Cum for me, baby”

Your moans got louder, not even caring if someone would walk by to see you two like this. His groans got louder too as he sloppily made love with your pussy, his stitched muscle not letting a single part unlicked.

“Dabi.. M’gonna… gonna cum!” you called out.

“Yes, baby. Do it. Be a good girl and cum for Dabi”

That’s all it took for you to reach your high, cumming all over his tongue and fingers while your legs shaked violently. It felt like your soul almost left your body as he continued to lick you, moaning at your sweet taste.

“That’s it.. shit, so good” he growled, eagerly slurping all the juice dripping down your thigh before pulling away with a loud ‘pop’ and a satisfied expression on his face. As if he just ate the most delicious meal in the world.

Dabi stood up, admiring your blissful expression, your eyes unfocused and legs still shaking. He made a mess of you, and he loved it.

His hand grabbed yours, placing it on his hardened bulge that made your heart skip a beat.

“I think it’s time we continue our dance, doll” he said smugly, kissing your lips and making you taste yourself. “We gonna dance together all night long.. and we won’t stop. Until I make sure you’re completely mine”

Tags: @mostlyheinous @shadowsandshapes @daniidil @mossy-opal @doumadono @highbats69 @spltbtch @bubblegumsblog @awalkingshame @dabislittlebeaniebaby @holydayaria @arinexeisnotworking @dabihawksluva @syrenkitsune @sukunas-bitxh @cherrykisssess

[missuswalker]

Kyle dating hc's pleaaaaase 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

meow meow meow 🤭🤭

relationship headcannons || kyle broflovski x fem reader

✮ summary: kyle as your boyfreind ✮ warnings: i was gonna do what i did for the clyde one but changed my mind, so nsfw content, reminder that characters are aged up (i'm too much of a kyle girl to pass up the oppurtunity)

sfw

before ya'll started dating he did your homework for you as a rizz tactic

he thought it would make you want him

turns out you wanted him even before he started doing your homework, so he starts making you do it yourself

but kyle would do anything for you, so if you ask him with that pretty face of yours, he'll do it anyways

ya'll had a long "are we dating are we not phase"

he's been screwed over so many times that he wanted to make sure you were the one

you definitely were

after much convincing from stan and a couple hundred "no balls, you wont"s from cartman, kyle finally asks to be his gee-eff (girlfriend)

over text in your instagram dms

LOOK, HE WAS TOO NERVOUS TO DO IT IN PERSON

he did it very romantically though

loooooooong paragraph about how much he likes you and wants you to be all his

ends it with "And I know you piss me off sometimes, but I think I could really make us work."

as SOON as you say yes

"Come over. You have my address."

anyways, moving on, he acts like he thinks pet names are cringe, but he can't help but call you that goody goody shit like "angel"

do you hear purring? sorry

anyways, he spoils you to death, like what was in my love language hcs

"oh wow that's so cute" "what color do you want it in" "kyle 😟"

loooves when you wear his boxer shorts around his house, he thinks he's THE man when you do

his mom likes to talk to him about embarrassing things in front of you to mess with him

"hi boobala, your spiderman underwear is fresh out of the dryer 🥰" "ma, that's ikes, get out 😡😡😡😨😰"

when you guys cuddle, he puts his hand up your shirt and rubs your back

he has cold ass hands though

kisses the top of your head all the time

he's like 6'2 so if you're shorter than him he's all like "aww elf 😻😻" when in reality he's just tall

nsfw

WOOF WOOF WOOF AWOOOOO

damn

first time he was suuuuuper sweet and gentle

after that he puts his temper into it

its like theres an earth quake from the bed rocking

ike ain't a snitch though 🤐

he is rough, hoowee

grunts, huffs, groans

all the good shit

probably says some good girl shit at some point

if he's actually upset, he rather you take control

lets you do whatever you want and whimpers

he whines yall

but if cartman pissed him off, its not the same

has you in doggy style and goes WILD

he don't care if you're screaming

yeah he does, when he's finished he STRESSES about sheila

"dude, you were fucking rabid, i'm so fucked 😰😰"

sheila side eyes him at breakfast but doesn't say anything

makes gerald give him the talk

gerald makes randy give him the talk

randy informs him of new positions

someone on wattpad said "jew in the streets, freak in the sheets"

[ghoastixx]

Bringing your slashers/horror characters to Thanksgiving

Includes: Michael Myers (OG), Beetlejuice, Billy Loomis & Stu Macher, J.D., Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Poly Lost Boys, Carrie White

Includes: gn reader, swearing, pet names,

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Michael Myers

In reality, this man is not going to your family’s Thanksgiving. He’s not even taking his mask off.

But let’s pretend!!

Let’s say you DID get Michael to take off his mask and venture out of your home for Thanksgiving.

You told your family that he was mute, some understood that better than others.

Grandma? Loves him for some reason.

“Hi baby, is this Michael? Oh hi sweetheart, how are you doing, come let’s get you guys seated.”

She’s so sweet he’s so unused to it other than from you.

He would freak out a lot of people by sitting there and just staring at everyone.

He’s so big and tall compared to everyone, grandpa would ask if he could help him move a dresser or some shit.

“Come on Michael, we’re gonna be late!” You called, waiting patiently by the door.

When you both arrived at your family’s home where Thanksgiving would be hosted this year, Michael was very tense. Very rarely did he ever take his mask off and he hadn’t had a thanksgiving in years. You took his hand and brushed your thumb over your knuckles as you walked inside, taking your shoes off. Your grandma greeted you with a hug and a comfortingly sweet voice.

“Sweetheart! So glad you could make it! Is this Michael? It’s a pleasure to meet you young man,” your grandma said with a smile, touching his hand which made him tense. “Come now, let’s get you guys seated before the food gets cold.”

Mikey was nervous walking through the house, seeing pictures of grandkids and uncles and cousins, seeing everyone seated.

Your grandpa took liking to his muscles,

“Yeah! Looks like you could get the job done, you mind helping me move some boxes in the garage? My back isn’t as nice as it used to be and my kids are pieces of shit.”

“Dad😡”

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Beetlejuice

Yeah he can pretend to be problematic for thanksgiving.

Would purposely scare the shit out of your cousins.

Your family calls him musty..

Your emo cousin likes him though!!

“Y/N…get him out of here he stinks!” Meanwhile your dead boyfriend is sitting across from your emo cousin who’s lowkey studying him over. He’s just letting them too, he says it reminds them of Lydia.

Your family is boring to him, he’d much rather have thanksgiving at your own house with Lydia and Adam and Barbra.

“Come on babes, this is boring, we’re out of here,” he states as he takes a Turkey leg and promptly leaves the home, hand in yours.

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Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Your parents and family do not approve.

They’re mostly confused as to why you brought two boys with you. They call it slut behavior.

Billy’s family most likely can’t even get through a normal dinner, let alone Thanksgiving, so he was down for coming.

Stu’s family were out of town and he didn’t want to go to some fancy thanksgiving with a lot of people he didn’t know. He’d rather stay in Woodsboro and get drunk for Thanksgiving, but being with his partners worked too.

Your family is way turned off by Billy, they think he’s rude, where as they think Stu is too energetic.

Billy and Stu would find any excuse to dip, letting them have private time, away from everyone.

Stu would make dirty jokes at the table in you and Billy’s ear.

You get a lot of side eyes from everyone..

You knock on the door with both of your boys, only to be greeted by a strange look.

“Y/N, baby, you brought your friends? How..nice..”

When you were all sat down at the table, your aunt started,

“Two boys Y/N? You friends from school?” Your uncle interjected

“I recognize you Loomis. You better not be causing any trouble.” He practically growled. Billy just nodded.

Lots of apologies to your boys after.

“It’s alright baby, it was bound to happen,” Stu said, grabbing a beer from his fridge

“It’s alright puppy, the food was good,”

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J.D

Would genuinely probably be the politest to your parents and family,

Got to make a good impression!!

He’d stay close to you the entire time, making sure to show off who he was to you,

God don’t even get him started on his opinion on politics PLEASE..

I feel like he’s the type of guy that your parents would be nice to in person but when he leaves everyone’s like “he’s so weird?😀”

The type of guy to call older relatives ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’

Would hit the deserts HARD

“Sweetie your new boyfriend is very nice,” your grandma hums as you help with the dishes, he sits in the other room, arguing about politics.

“Yeah, he sure is something,”

“I’m very glad you could bring him,”

Your aunt walks in the room, shaking her head, “he’s really weird honey,” you looked at her with a confused facial expression, “I don’t know how to explain it. He’s just.. odd.”

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Otis Driftwood

You’re eating dinner at his house. Nothing else.

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Baby Firefly

Would actually try to go to dinner with you if that’s what you really wanted.

Would probably make an okayish impression on your family,

They think she’s energetic and odd,

She knows…a lot,

I like to think that she does like domestic feelings, so she might actually love to go to your thanksgiving,

You’re holding her hand as you drive back to the firefly home, smiling as your stunning girlfriend rambles next to you.

“It was so fun! Thank you for taking me baby,”

“Of course,” you hun as she continues to speak very highly of the little tradition.

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Poly Lost Boys

Your parents are very thrown off when you tell them that Thanksgiving needs to be a little later than 1:00 this year because your boyfriends get off at 5:00.. (when it gets dark)

They are even more thrown off when four bikers walk in with mullets and frills and no manners at all.. well, the quiet one has manners.

David would try and make a good impression while keeping up his ‘I’m the top dog’ behavior.

Dwayne just wants to help out and actually make a good impression.

Marko will spend most of his time with any pets and Paul will follow in foot.

They house down food. It’s sort of embarrassing

Your parents are so thrown off it hurts.

“Sweetie where did you meet them again?” Your mom whispers to you from across the table,

“So, boys, what do you do for work?” Your father questioned, each boy having a way different reaction it looks suspicious.

Your parents just nod and try there best to get through the dinner.

After dinner it gets even worse, they’re all over you, touching and giving little kisses during conversation, right in front of your parents.. god it was going to be a long night.

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Carrie White

Genuinely would do her best to come to your thanksgiving if her mama let her.

She’d be all dressed up and pretty, silently so excited that she gets to go to someone’s thanksgiving.

She’s so polite and quiet around your family,

If you all say grace, she’s an active part of it.

She’d be so flustered and happy to be there,

She thinks your family is so nice!!

You knock on the door of her house for her to rush down, saying goodbye to her mama. You would say hello to Mrs.White, but very uncomfortably.. you didn’t like Carrie’s Mama.

You smile upon seeing her. She looks so pretty.

“Hey darling, you look great,”

She blushed, looking down a little flustered, “thank you,”

You open the passenger door, letting her get in and closing it for her. She felt so nice, being treated so kindly. She’d remember this day for a while.

Please send me any slasher requests,

(Although I’m more prone to write for Billy & Stu at the moment)

[esmedelacroix]

Coffee Shop Love Pt.3

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

summary: He's as stern and cold as the snow falling from the sky blanketing the bustling streets of Nueva York, Miguel O'Hara stumbles upon a hidden gem of a coffee shop just around the corner from Alchemax. Only problem is the annoying-as-shit smiley-ass barista.

contents: slow burn, no use of y/n, so much fluff, implied age gap, a teeny smidge of angst, suggestive

author's note: Hi lovies, third part! I'm so happy you all like this series! I really like writing it. Please let me know what you all liked its really helpful! Enjoy...

word count: 1.5k

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt. 5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Sequel: Sweet Tooth

The next morning you got up and got ready to start baking for the morning rush. By the time you got down to the shop your two employees were already baking the muffins and cakes. You said hello and went over the menu for the day. You then started preparing lunch menu ingredients.

Just when you had finished the morning preparation and opened up. You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Which was weird because no one ever texted you in the morning. You took your phone out and stared at the message that awaited you.

Miguel: Hey could you make my coffee in advance? I'm running late today...

You: Of course, hurry!

Miguel: Maybe sneak a lil muffin in there...?

You: Sugar? Am I speaking to Miguel or an imposter?

Miguel: 😡

You smiled down at your phone. You had texted Miguel last night for a while before going to bed. Older people using emojis always cracks me up. You thought to yourself. You put your phone back in your pocket and made his order. While the morning rush built up to its usual catastrophic storm of angry city folk. Mr. Smith picked up his order and his rent, just when the morning rush was at peak catastrophe and the line was going out of the shop, you saw Miguel pull up to the sidewalk and step out of his car.

You put on your scarf and earmuffs, along with a puffer jacket and gloves before heading outside. If there was one bad thing about you, it's that you were practically allergic to cold weather. You rushed out to Miguel who was leaning against his car. "Hey, I came as fast as I could," you huffed out smiling at him.

"Thank you, Baby—you look warm," he teased. He noticed the way your eyes watered when gusts of wind carried snow. How the snowflakes fell on nose and eyelashes. The way your nose turned a slight shade of pink, he could already guess that if you didn't have those earmuffs on, your little ears would be pink too. Even though you were wrapped in the warmest clothes, you still looked so chilly Miguel was resisting the urge to wrap his arms around you and warm you up properly himself.

"I'm so sensitive to the cold, my hands and feet are always cold," you explained as you held his drink out to him as well as a little brown paper bag. "I packed you a lemon poppyseed muffin, something tells me you'll enjoy it," you said.

"Hmm, I let you know," he hummed looking away. He was obviously a bit embarrassed to be enjoying baked goods. You chuckled to yourself and shook your head.

"Get inside Baby, or you might freeze right where you stand," Miguel chuckled as he ushered you back into the shop.

You waved goodbye and entered the battlefield of morning brews and muffins. It was a long day but you looked forward to the clock finally striking 9 p.m. because you knew Miguel would walk in, probably get stuck in the mistletoe, and say hello.

So he had walked through the door into the empty shop and got caught in the mistletoe while accidentally knocked over the yuletide, your night was finally complete. You never would have thought that a man as intimidating as Miguel would also be so clumsy. But it wasn't his fault that he was incredibly tall and monstrously muscular.

"Miguel, can you stop trashing my shop?" you teased as you walked around the counter to fix your holiday decor. Just when you have adjusted the yuletide, his broad shoulder bumped into a bell and it fell as well.

"Great, now you're throwing stuff at me," you joked giggling at his clumsiness.

"Oh stop it," Miguel said rolling his eyes. The both of you were so lost in the moment of laughter and bliss that you didn't realize that you were standing at the entrance of the store. You both realized and looked above you to see the mistletoe, you felt the heat rise from your chest to your face all the way to your ears.

You had never been this close to Miguel so you never realized that his eyes which you thought were mahogany brown had a slight hint of ruby in them. They were both whiskey and wine while simultaneously being black coffee and velvet cake.

He smelled like sandalwood, vallina, musk, roses, and cedarwood. In short, he smelled better than sex. His scent drugged you and kept you in his trance while swimming in his eyes. You stared at each other far too long for it to be nothing. You finally broke the tension by clearing your throat. "It's too bad you don't believe in Christmas, I'm a really good kisser," you said as you began to walk back around the counter, hoping that he didn't notice how nervous you were. He walked up to the counter visibly not over what had just happened.

"Well, who said I don't believe in Christmas?" he asked.

"I said I haven't celebrated in a while," he explained correcting you.

"Are you just saying that because you want a smooch? So needy," you said shaking your head at him. You handed him his coffee, which you already started to make. Your question made him blush a bit. Cute.

"Don't worry you don't have to answer that question, but you have to tell me if you liked the muffin I made you," you asked with a shy smile.

"It was actually really good. But don't take that wrong way, I still don't like sweet things," he said.

"Yeah sure, anyway I'm going to drop the extras off at the homeless shelter down the road if you want to tag along?" you suggested

"Okay, I don't really have much to do," he replied rubbing the back of his neck.

You were partially asking so he could help load the stuff into your car. How could he blame you? He didn't have all that muscle for nothing. As you both got in the car and drove the short drive to the shelter, you sparked a bit of conversation. "So, I've never seen you around the area, did you just move here?" you asked.

"I moved recently, I actually work at Alchemax, it's not too far away," he explained. You let out an impressed hum.

"Ohh snazzy, what do you do there?" you asked as you taped the wheel rhythmically to the Frank Sinatra Christmas song playing in the background.

"I'm a geneticist," he answered.

"Yeah, I don't know what that is, but I was born and raised here," she said as Miguel laughed at her earlier comment.

"Tell me more," Miguel said under stifled laughter.

"The coffee shop is kind of a family heirloom if you will, it's been around for decades. Naturally, I followed in my parents' footsteps and went to culinary school. But my parents passed away a while ago so I couldn't finish school," she explained.

"Well, I'm sure your parents would be proud. I think you have this coffee thing down to a T," he said, making you smile like an idiot.

"Thank you, Miguel, that means a lot," you said as you pulled up to the shelter. You both got the stuff out of the trunk. You walked in and took it to the front desk where your best friend Estella was. "Hey, Baby—oh? Who's this? Boyfriend? Hookup?" she asked while sizing him up and giving you a nod of approval.

"This is Miguel and um, he's my uh—" you started trying to find the words.

"We're friends," he answered simply. Estella still looked at us suspiciously before letting the volunteers take the goods off our hands.

"Well you two have a great night, and Miguel, she may not look like it but, she likes it rough," Estella teased throwing a wink at Miguel.

"Oh my god, Estella!" you groaned as you walked out with Miguel and got back into the car. The ride was silent until he said, "Rough huh?"

"Please forget she said that," you said smiling sheepishly at the revelation.

"Oh, so you're not going to deny it?" he asked.

"Well, why deny it when it's true?" you said accepting the shame.

You had parked and looked over at his face for a reaction to this information. But nothing, you couldn't read his expression. The two of you spent the rest of the night chatting it up about everything under the sun(or moon). You have learned so much about Miguel.

You learned that he has a brother named Gabriel, his favorite color is red, he prefers chocolate over gummies(wrong opinion), and he absolutely has to keep eye contact when speaking with someone.

As you both continued to bond over Christmas cookies and brews, your moment was interrupted by a buzz from both of your phones. It was an amber alert that read:

[Blizzard Warning! This area til 9:00 PM EST Mon. All citizens must stay indoors. All roads closed]

Next... Pt.4

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[submissivegayfrenchboy]

24 / 04 / 2024

FINDING YOUR PLACE AS A WHITEBOY - A BNWO SHORT STORY

A young white man was walking when he saw a large, muscular Black man walking two handsome young men on a leash who were obviously his human dogs. He was so immense that the heads of the slaves barely reached above the giant's navel. They wore only a tiny pink chastity cage and nothing else, and they were completely shaved except for their hair. It was a way of keeping their identity and being able to recognize them.

“Poor unfortunate boys”, he said to himself.

The huge Black man sat on a bench in a park and his human dogs did not reach beyond his knees. On his orders, they licked his very long shoes, only to publicly humiliate them.

The white man thought that these two young men were enslaved since the Debt Act, created to make a person incapable of repaying his debt a human property. In reality, this Law only applied to white people owing money to Black people, in order to discreetly but gradually and concretely begin the slavery of Whites towards Blacks.

Nowadays it was really common to see white girls leashed by Black women, white girls leashed by Black men, whiteboys leashed by Black Women or Men, or a Black family, a Black couple or an interracial (Black man and white woman) couple. They were just dogs. Walking on their knees or hands and feet or standing but behind their Master / Mistress. Nobody looked at it, because most of the living pets were whiteboys and everyone agreed that whiteboys aren't useful to society so they deserves to be enslaved.

These young men leashed by the Black giant were probably students who couldn't pay their rent on time, or something like that, but it didn't matter anymore.

From now on they will remain for the rest of their miserable lives the human dogs of a huge Black man.

They didn't seemed to enjoy their life, and that's why the free whiteboy realized he should tell his opinion to the Black giant.

“He has no right to treat them like his dogs, they are humans after all. I’m going to go tell him what I think”, he naively decided without thinking.

The white man shouted : “How dare you treat his two poor boys like dogs? 😡”

The Black man stood up very calmly and the white man realized that his head was reaching under the muscular giant's pectorals.

“Oh my god you are so impressive, I completely forgot what I wanted to say... 😳” said the skinny white guy.

"Yes, I'm much more muscular than you, boy" replied the Black master in a loud voice. "These two white dogs belong to me. But if you were so shocked, you wouldn't be envious of their fate, as it seems to be. To my left is Asslicker and to my right is Dicksucker Would you like to become Feetlicker and worship a Black master?"

Faced with this giant, the boy realized his inferiority and immediately accepted. On the master's orders, he immediately went to buy a leash and a chastity cage, returned to the park, undressed, threw away his clothes and offered his identity papers to the Black giant.

The Black giants put the collar around the slave's neck and pulled the leash: he now had three little white dogs as slaves. One to lick his huge ass, the other to suck his big cock and the other to worship his long feet. The doggies were forbidden to speak without permission from the master, but he was so tall that he could not hear them speak or whisper.

"I can't believe you just asked him to take you as a slave" said Dicksucker, one of the slaves already purchased. "you realize that you have just given up your freedom. Why did you do that?"

"Are you kidding? I'll be able to lick feet for the rest of my life. The beautiful life I dreamed of is finally mine. Yay!", Feetlicker answered.

Asslicker was shocked. "We had no choice, but you did! Why would a white boy want to belong to a Black man as a dog for eternity?"

Feetlicker, the new dog, had never been so happy. Euphoric, he replied: "The better question is why aren't white boys already the property of Black men? They are superior to us in everything! I have never had a girlfriend, a stable job, faithful friends. At least my place in life is assured! I would have preferred to have been born in a kennel and to have been bought by this master since birth to be his dog!"

"You're really crazy, you disgust me 😒🙄" said Dicksucker, who hated his life in the service of a Black giant and hated this law too.

Yet Feetlicker's devotion was rewarded and the ingratitude of others punished: Asslicker became the Master's human toilet and never saw the outside world again, condemned to eating the shit and drinking the piss of the Master's many friends and family members.

As for Dicksucker, he was sold to an African brothel to suck huge black cocks for the rest of his days.

While Feetlicker was the happy dog ​​of a protective black man who made him lick his immense, very muscular body and fucked him to reward him.

The moral is that little white boys who are incapable of managing themselves can only find happiness and usefulness in the service of black men, and that it is the future of humanity to enslave them.

END OF THE STORY

Other story about a whiteboy being a pet

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[the-golden-comet]

Thank you for the tag, @thatuselesshuman !

I think Noah hasn’t been interviewed yet, so he’ll get his time to shine in the hot seat….if we can pull him out of his apartment, that is.

Noah from YWIMC:

Were you named after anyone?

I dunno….my dad’s Catholic, so it was probably after Noah’s Ark….

When was the last time you cried?

Uhhh…I’m not sure, actually. I know the hardest time I cried was back in Georgia, when my school outed me to my parents. I don’t think I can ever look my dad in the eye again after the look he gave me….

Do you have any kids?

….Nah. I’m too focused on school right now to worry about starting a family. Ali said he wanted to adopt the children off the streets of Madinah, but his father forbade him. He’d probably make a great dad. He’s kind, and really energetic. Fuck….fuck, dude. It’s so fucking unfair to him.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

That would require me talking to a lot of people. And people suck. Except Ali…I don’t know if I could ever be sarcastic with him. He’s like a golden retriever…goofy, happy. It’d probably go over his head….and I don’t wanna hurt his feelings.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

….I don’t.

What is your eye colour?

Olive.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Neither. I like documentaries. Uhhhh, I guess if I had to choose? Happy endings. I don’t like getting jumpscared by cheap scare tactics.

Any special talents?

Err….not really? I guess…I can time manage pretty well. I’m getting good grades….uhh….

Ali: —KUN HADI. 😡 Noah can draw BEAUTIFUL bridges. Sadiq, stop downplaying your talents!

….Oh. Right. I can draw….but like so can any other architect, because we need to design—

Ali: —Shaaaaa sa sa sa sa. Nope. You’re talented. Your drawings are beautiful. Your art is beautiful. YOU are beautiful.

…..thanks, Ali.

Where were you born?

Georgia. I hated it there, so I moved up to Washington for college to get as far away from that side of the country as possible…I needed to get away from that small town. I don’t want to be recognized. I don’t….I don’t want to go through that again.

Do you have any pets?

No.

How tall are you?

5’6.

What is your dream job?

I’d like to be an architect. After school, I want to land a decent paying job, work from home, draft my designs…and if that doesn’t work out, I guess I can teach History lessons online so I don’t have to be with anybody. A nice home in the countryside, away from people, peace and quiet for me to sketch my prototypes.

Thank you again! Tagging (np): @autism-purgatory , @fortunatetragedy , @gioiaalbanoart , @finickyfelix , @bookish-karina , @brigidfromthecelts , @wyked-ao3 , @sunglasses-in-the-bentley , @zackprincebooks , @cybercelestian , @illarian-rambling , @corinneglass , +open tag for whoever wants to join!

[naavispider]

The Quaritch making Spider cry is really good 😭😭😭.

What if Quaritch made Spider cry in a good way? You know like just by taking care of him with food or always giving him an extra blanket. Cause I think Spider would cry because he doesn’t know how to handle/barely receives basic kindness.

Spider cries: Vol. 2 (this is not fun btw 😡) (just joking)

"I got something for you here..." Quaritch mumbled distractedly, turning around to rummage in his pack.

Spider's face contorted into a frown, curiosity and vague suspicion owning his thoughts. After a moment, the recom turned back to Spider with something small and glistening half-hidden in his hand. Quaritch was watching Spider's face carefully for a reaction as he opened his hand and revealed the item.

Spider almost choked on the breath he pulled through the filters of his exopack.

Laying in the palm of Quaritch's blue hand was a small blade - Spider's heart lurched when he realised that it was carved by hand. The wooden handle was basic by Na'vi standards, but simple and effective. The blade Spider recognised as hardened plant resin - a common material used by the Omatikaya.

Questions bombarded his brain. He didn't know which one to ask first, so he looked uncertainly up at Quaritch.

Quaritch was still watching him, but his expression remained neutral.

"For me?" Spider just had to be sure.

Quaritch nodded once.

"Did you...?" he began, but found he couldn't bring himself to say the words aloud. Did you make this?

Quaritch nodded again, staring intently at Spider's reaction while giving nothing away himself. "I... No. Miles Quaritch made that for you, before he left for the battle. He whittled it down, but I carved the handle more native, the way you like it..." He stopped speaking, unsure what Spider would make of the fact that the knife had originally come from his father.

Shit, what was he thinking? He was Spider's father too.

Spider stared down at the knife, before slowly reaching for it and turning it over in his hand. It felt light and textured - comfortable. It was the perfect size for him to wield. Too many emotions flooded his brain all at once - only adding to his conflicted and confused state of mind.

His dad had made this? The real life, 100% biologically related to him, human man that he'd watched on so many holo-screens? It didn't seem possible, holding something that that demon had touched. Suddenly he felt so alive.

Spider suppressed the shiver that went down his spine as he looked up at the man in front of him. This was the Quaritch he knew. 10 feet tall and blue. Yellow eyes and a tail. Domineering, forceful... yet protective. Something in Spider wanted to lean closer. To feel the recom's touch - to reassure himself that this Quaritch was different, physically and mentally. This Quaritch seemed to care about him at some level.

I carved it more native, the way you like it.

This Quaritch knew him. This Quaritch saw him.

What could he possibly say in the face of such a gesture? He swallowed. Uh-oh. Swallowing was hard. "Thanks," it came out as a whisper.

"I also made a little belt holder for it, here..." Quaritch passed him the strap for the handle and Spider carefully attached it to his loincloth. , though he kept hold of the knife. Aside from anything, this was a sign of ultimate trust by the recom.

Spider wasn't sure that trust was entirely warranted. He didn't even know himself how he was going to react to things on a day-to-day basis. Taking a slash at the recom squad who'd abducted him seemed like a good idea half the time.

But Quaritch trusted him enough to give him this.

It bought a sob to the back of Spider's throat that he desperately fought to keep down. For fuck's sake, why could he never keep his damn emotions in check?

Quaritch said nothing. Perhaps he didn't know what to say to make the situation better. Instead, he placed a large hand on the back of Spider's shoulder, and offered a small smile. It wasn't often that Quaritch acted speechless in front of Spider, but this marked a turning point in their relationship. They could both feel it. A fork in the road.

Quaritch patted Spider's back awkwardly, before rising and leaving Spider to his gift.

x

[peraltuki]

scary dog privileges. — angel/david headcanon!!

uuhhhh @starvin-darlin gave me this idea thank u sm queen I loved it! I hope u guys do too!!

Click show more to read!!!

Angel works at an office job at a company of which they don't remember what is they actually do there, but pretend they know. Angel is also very social and likes to gather around the water cooler and talk shit about people instead of doing the actual job.

  “One time, I heard the boss got his partner in the office late at night and... They had sex!” one of Angel's coworkers said.

  “How scandalous!” Angel answered.

  Angel loved it, it was why they liked the job in the first place. Like the time one guy and his girlfriend of six months broke up in front of everybody, and the next day they were acting like they never actually dated. It warmed Angel because it reminded them of two pack members who were always fighting like that. It was heartwarming. Sometimes it was more serious.

  “And what about the time two people got "stucked" in one of the elevators, huh?” another coworker said. 

  “You don't say.” Angel was on their thirteenth cup of water with no coffee, the gossip fueled their energy.”

  “Well I kind of feel bad for one of the people who were there. Seems like they were having a panic attack.”

  “Because they'd get caught?” Angel asked.

  “No! Because the elevator stopped!”

  “Oh, my!”

  And so on, and so forth. And every single time it happened, they told David about it. Immediately, while it was happening.

  photo 📷

  lol look at them they're fighting

  David would text back:

  ?

  And Angel would say:

  omg they just broke up in front of everyone!!

  who are these people?

  why are you sending me pictures of them?

  they're my coworkers!

  get to work and leave me alone.

  boo, you whore.

  what?!

  And Angel wouldn't text back after that.

  One day as they were chitchatting about Lindsay from the fourth floor dropping everyone's food in the trash because they ate her dessert and they all agreed it was because she was newly divorced, a coworker asked Angel if they were seeing someone.

  Angel said: “I'm engaged!” and everyone was shocked. Everyone wanted to know.

  “His name is Davey-David... And he-”

  “Is he good-looking?” a coworker asked, it was the girl who got dumped in public! She looked like she hated them.

  “Yes, of course! I wouldn't date someone who's ugly...”

  “So how is he?” Somebody else asked, but they weren't good intended questions more as a way of trying to find a fault or something to judge later on when Angel wasn't around. Too bad they couldn't see that.

  “Oh, he's big. He's really big.”

  “Big?”

  “And tall! And he has muscles and is very hot! Well yeah I think he's hot of cour-”

  “Looks like you're making it up.” The girl who got dumped said. How does she dare? Why would they lie about it? 

  “I'm not lying! He's real!”

  “Show us a picture!” Oddly enough, that was a masculine voice.”

  “I don't have any pictures of him, he doesn't like pictu-”

  “Ha!”

  “What?!” The gossip around the water cooler wasn't feeling cool anymore. Damn.

  Angel looked around but the people listening did not believed in their story. Their tendency to lie all the time on the job might've contributed to this all happening. Angel lied a lot for fun, because their job was boring and saying they were an adopted child who was raised by wolves until the age of nine was like super fun to make people believe –specially when Angel pretended that they couldn't go to work because of the full moon– wasn't so fun anymore now. Or when they called in sick for a desease they contracted on their trip to England was so deadly they could kill anybody just by looking at them in the eye (they never went to England), it was all coming together at once.

  the consequences of my actions are finally catching up to me

  good.

  :(

  mean

  snot.

  stop I'm not in the mood 😡

  okay.

  sorry.

  I forgive you davey (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

  ugh.

  The days had passed and Angel didn't felt like being bubbly and social on the job when everyone who gathered around the water cooler suddenly stopped talking when they walked in. It was so blatantly obvious their coworkers were talking about Angel and their made-up fiancee, who was not made-up. But they'd had enough, if there was something Angel did was being resilient, that's exactly how they got to be engaged with David in the first place! By stalking him. 

  Suddenly a thought occured to them, next to the refrigerator where nobody wants to stand because it smells weird.

  that's it. I've had enough!!!

  what?

  Sometimes Angel said their thoughts out loud and sometimes they texted them to David.

  They came closer to where everybody was and they looked at them. They looked back.

  “He is real.”

  “Sure!” One said.

  “Yeah, right!” Another one said.

  “You don't know anything! He's not made-up like everything else I said!” 

  “It's okay, we all have our beliefs!” That was the dumped girl, again!

  “He is. I'm telling you how we met.” Angel really loved to talk. “We met... Well I met him first, it was like... Love at first sight, for me! Because he wasn't looking at me. But then I followed him...”

  “You followed him?!” A girl with glasses they'd never seen before asked. Damn everybody was here now.

  “Oh my God.” 

  “Yes...! No! I mean I stumbled across him a second time... And then a third... Because he just wasn't looking at me!” Now they were just looking at Angel like they just said an awful joke. “And then he came up to me and said: Who are you and why are you looking at me?!” Angel mimicked David's deep voice. 

  “Oh my God, what?! Is what happened!” Angel was getting angry and frustrated.

  Now they were the crazy person who not only made-up a fake fiancee but also stalked him, this was awful, it was horrendous. After that complete fiasco the weeks passed and, hopefully, people started to forget about what Angel had said, hopefully, because they hoped people did forget. They still looked at them funny. Angel was sitting in their desk, looking at pictures of cute puppies in adoption that looked like David's wolf form because it made them feel better.

  angel.

  Speaking of the Devil...

  get ready. i'm going to pick you up for lunch.

  Yay!!

  okay my sweet maple syrup 😘❤️

  don't call me that.  

  Angel was hopping through the office picking up their stuff to leave. It wasn't always that David and they lunched together but when they did Angel made sure to ask for a lot of food just to piss him off. They grabbed their bag and hopped to the door when they saw one of those coworkers who would look at them funny since they talked about David.

  And Angel couldn't resist themselves.

  “Hi.”

  “Hi...” He answered.

  “Heading out?” Angel asked.

  “Yes...”

  “Hm. Me too. My fiancee is picking me up.” They smiled showing their teeth. Ha! Now they would take a picture of David to show to everybody.

  “Your fake fiancee?”

  “He's not...! Ugh, whatever.”

  They ignored their coworker and kept waiting outside the building. As they were waiting they felt a bunch of eyes looking at their back and did their best to subtly look back, everybody was gathering around the reception pretending to do something else. Angel rolled their eyes. They wanted to leave badly.

  when are you coming??! :/

  i wanna leaaaaaavvvvveeeee

  i'm here.

  Angel looked up from their phone and saw the black car parking in front of the building, and David coming out of it. 

  “Hi!!” Angel yelled at him even though he was that far. David frowned but said hi back.

  They started running towards him, without looking at both sides of the street.

  “Be careful!” David grabbed their wrist and pulled Angel close before a car passed close by them.

  “Okay, Mister, you can wait until I had food before we do something else.” 

  “Get in the car, perv.” He smacked their ass before letting them go.

  Angel sat on the passenger side and waited for David to get inside the car again. “What are those people doing?” He asked.

  “What peop-?” They looked at the inside of the building and half of their coworkers were staring directly at them, specifically at David. “Oh! You know what happened?” Angel said as they throw all their stuff at the backseat.

  “What?”

  “I told my coworkers I was engaged with a big, handsome, muscular man...” David huffed holding in a laugh.

“I'm not a b-”

“And they thought I was lying!”

  “What? Why? Oh, let me rephrase that, why would they not believe you when all you do is lie to them?” 

  “Whatever. Their loss, they're starting to annoy me anyways.” Angel took off their shoes and reclined the seat back a little.

  “So that's why they're looking at me like I was an extinct animal in the flesh.”

  “Yep. Are they still looking?”

  “Yep.”

  “Let's just leave.” 

  “Wait.” Before Angel could accommodate themselves in their seat, David grabbed their shoulder. “Kiss.”

  “Oh.” Angel kissed him sweetly and quick before half-laying down in their seat.

  And they went to lunch. Maybe if Angel was feeling better by tomorrow they will tell them that their fiancee was a werewolf too.

<3<3<3<3<3

[srbachchan]

DAY 5272

Jalsa, Mumbai                July 19/20,  2022                Tue/Wed 2:05 AM

❤️ , July 20 .. birthday of Ef Somaia Ahmed aka Soma from Egypt 🇪🇬  .. we regret that your birthday was missing in the record data of the Ef .. not anymore .. may your life be full of joys and love .. be well .. 🌺 .. and to Ef Sachin .. his birthday also on the 20th .. wishes .. love and happiness .. 🌺

And it begins again .. the play for the past 22 years , with reasonable off years as illness and other anchors took over .. as did the Tv Channel .. and each year brings with it the expertise of the crew that work along this most intricate presentation to the millions all over the World and particularly so to this Country and this magnificent city of Mumbai .. 

... and the audiences that come to sit in the silent confines of the seating, bring with them the joy of cheer and appreciation as time goes by and their love and cooperation exceeds all limits of patience and dedicated involve ..

.. the contestants , may the Almighty bless them all , bring the colour that shines so brilliantly all about the arena, and with their tales of effort and association , bringing emotion and happiness around ..

.. for one whose love began from the early 70′s for one of my films and then matured on to this day finding himself before me ad about me is truly the story of great abandon and emotion .. 

he came from a limited background .. both in the families means and surrounds , but desired to see a film of mine - ‘Muqaddar ka Sikandar’ .. he commented I owed him something and on prodding him revealed his desire to see the mentioned film and not having the means .. so he managed to procure Rs 10 - somehow and travelled miles to a theatre after making all possible calculations on how this 10/-, would be spent or be enough for the film to be seen .. stood for hours, with the 10/- Rs and by the time his turn came to the Box Office window, a rush for tickets and the stampede of the audience, resulted in the Police being summoned and mayhem .. in that wild atmosphere he was pushed ans shoved and bore the ‘lathi charge’ dispersing the crowds , finding himself thrown to the ground, head injury , and the 10/- gone in the mêlée .. he swore never to see that film that day and swore he would only see it if and when the leading man of the film would sit by his side and watch it together .. 🤗 .. its been over 20 years of this and he has kept his promise of not seeing it .. till ..

I gave him his lost Rs 10/-, with an interest of 10/- and assured him that one day perhaps we could see the film together  ..

.. the other an even more emotional passionate moment .. of the young man who stole money from his Father, to travel to Mumbai ... just to be able to stand in front of the gates of Prateeksha .. he was very young perhaps in his lesser teens .. but he did it .. travelled to Mumbai all on his own, stood in front of Prateeksha for a few minutes and returned back to his home town .. 

At the end of the episode today, he came up during the pictures moment, a tall well built grown up man .. and I took a picture with him, embraced him and perhaps gave him the moment he had waited for .. tears in this grown up man’s eyes, were difficult to behold .. but there he was .. we stood together for sometime .. neither said anything and then he just quietly left .. whist I carried on with the rest of my duty and work .. but shall never forget the moment or the person .. in pink jacket  .. 

NO the follow team did take a picture but never sent it to me here, so I am unable to put it up .. horror of horrors  !!  upset and annoyed .. 😡

never look back even in the gravest of occasions .. time shall heal .. change, uproot the unwanted .. march on in stride after stride .. feel the air in your lungs .. look beyond the horizon and the rainbows .. may their colours be the colours that bring peace prosperity and love ..

you do not speak say some .. speak and give away the value .. to another .. the smart conditions of the valorous .. they ask engage question .. they .. not we , they .. and they derive all the asset benefit of convenience, and the attached value  .. 

my opinion be mine for my soul .. shared be not my soul .. protected in the folds of ones vocabulary among their own .. best .. 

and the debate continues - theatre or OTT ..

good night 🌹

Amitabh Bachchan

and the courtesy of well wishers :

[ventismacchiato]

you get it copy and pasted bc i wrote it in a discord gc 🤭(sorry is fem i directed it at my female friend when i wrote it)

y/n was a normal girl. well not really. she wasn’t like the *other* girls. she was quirky. she woke up and walked to her closet, to get her outfit for the day. she was feeling good so she wanted to pick out something sexy. a white hoodie and leggings. she wore nothing underneath because bras are misogynistic, and she’s a modern day feminist. it took her a while to get her outfit because she’s so small and fragile. “i wonder what my mom is doing- oh wait…” she began to cry. her mom is dead. she died when y/n was 0.00069 seconds old. it was a good thing that y/n doesn’t wear makeup like the other girls. she went to school. *at school* “omg there’s that loser, y/n, i hate her, don’t you hate her ed?” y/n looked up, her baby sky crystal orbs met with her bullies, britniegh. “l-l-l-leave me alone….🥺🥺😭😭😭😭” “awww- she’s gonna cry like when her mom died…” “i-i-i s-s-said- LEAVE ME ALONE!” y/n released her baddie energy on britniegh. britniegh jumes back in horr “YOU FREAK- YOURE GOIKG TO RUIN MY MAKEUP!!!!😡😡 COME ONE ED, WERE LEAVIKG!!” Ed looked at his girlfriend, then to y/n, who was trying to calm her baddie vamp mafia leader side. Ed sheeran was the most popular guy at the school, and was y/n biggest crush. for years her best friend, mekaylaghei was trying to make them date, until ed and britniegh got together. “no” ed’s red orbs looked into y/n’s he leaned his 17393793773 foot tall body down to hers, y/n looks into ed’s red orbs with her cristal baby sky blue orbs and mumbles through her blush something he can’t hear. “What was that, kitten🥵🥵” he pins her .000001 centimeter tall body to the wall, letting out a gasp “eepp- B-baka- i said- i-i-i-i” she breathes “i’m in love with you, ed sheran……….🥺🥺🥺” “UGH- THIS IS BULL SHIT!!!!” britniegh yells, “she must be on her period…” y/n thought as she made out w her new alpha

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HELP THE WAY I WHEEZED I WASNT EXPECTING IT TO BE SO…YK

the orbs and way u spelled everyone’s names goodbye

quitting tumblr i will never reach this amount of well written talent 🙏

[byebyeriy]

My crush

i totally forgot that i never told you guys about my crush, what he looks like and that stuff.

his real name is kylen or kaylen or something but everyone calls him dash. right now, he has short dreads, hes my little dreadhead that doesnt know that hes mine🤭.

he's tall and plays football and basketball, i think thats why he got a FATTY LIKE THE BIGGEST GYATT EVER.

he's so funny and mean but in a joking way because we play like that all the time.

just his laugh is so funny that it makes me laugh, smile that makes me smile, voice that turns me red, personality that makes my stomach erupt with butterflies, looks that melt me into a puddle, hes the whole god damn perfect package.

we have this tension so thick i could cut it with a knife. he makes me so giddy and dumb, stupid, loopy that i blush like a mad fucking man.

i hope he likes me back but he probably likes someone else. my friend told me that he said he want some girl to date him😔 he better date me in highschool😡

we have spanish class together and he gives me this look, like these bedroom eyes and it UGHHHH AND BAHHHHH RUHHHHHH

... let's hope everyone i know doesn't see this or literally anything on my page. don't tell a soul🤫

Wednesday October 25th, 2023

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

Just trying to pin this !

I have a lot of strange and weird dreams myself but sometimes I have really weird dreams where out of nowhere completely random I have sex with dragons. I think it's sex ? I don't know it They get really close to me and I don't know maybe I don't know what the fuck's going on, Maybe I shouldn't have said the word sex . . . The Spirit of Reptilian/Draco Surround me, 🐉🐉🐉

Or maybe they're just Raping me ? ( Anyway I'm not bad I can feel love in their spirit when they do I feel their soul and it makes me happy, They're so powers up my soul I can feel the energy from their spirit and it intensely empowers and fixes my own, to a degree until something attacks them There's a war on the other side a spiritual war and it's more than just for this way It's a massive alien and interdimensional super war )

All I know is that they say that I'm one of them.

And the background I see the great God named Draco If not just a consolation it's a super deity of the reptilian life force Think of Draco think think of multiple deities universal like personifications in a way Sentient the sonifications of a life force, And Essence !

I see the great God Draco and Draco says you are Kin, You are one with me. And all around him they are 🐍 Serpent's 🐍 and 🔥 Fire 🔥

And deep down inside I know he's telling the truth As I've always known When I was a little kid before the Grey's ! Fucked up My DN up my DNA and hid a lot of stuff they I don't know if they destroyed the DNA or just made a docile.

When I was a little kid around 9 years old with a lot of times I look in the mirror and I felt a big jolt of energy I would have the same thing you would see a reptilian with the lizard eye I'd have that I'd also have night vision.

( To this day I also do tongue flicking naturally, If something scares me I'll flick You have annoyed I flick I don't know it just comes naturally to me if I'm thinking deep I'll flick, If I'm trying to process shit I'm kind of an emotional pinch I'll flick )

I also had predatory instincts that no one around me also had and to this day I still I still Growl & Snarl and his a lot naturally It comes to me naturally there was no influence that did this.

But when I was a little kid I actually had the ability around early teens I lost an entirely to actually see completely in the dark I had perfect night vision.

I also had strength that was beyond any other kid around me and my teeth kept getting sharper and sharper and my nails start to get sharper.

AGAIN

Those little gray bastards fucked everything up for me though !

😡

The Gray's also had me thinking I was a fairy most of my life that I was I come from Fairyland also known as Arthropod World also has hive world !

The tall grays seriously fucked my brains up with ESP abuse to an extreme degree to where they had me thinking that I was a fairy I'm not a fucking fairy, I belong to Draco, !

I Belong to the Holy life force of a Draconians the reptilian life force the sacred life force the serpent the beginning of it all Just as the worm is the beginning of the arthropod the serpent was the beginning for the dragon Also Jurassic Park !

Also I was able to debunk most of the folklore around vampires is being nothing more than reptilians because vampires can get pregnant vampires bleed vampires do not turn into bath at the live vampires also can't turn into a myth that's another lie vampires had every predatory thing of the reptilians vampires had long surrendered claws That's not a vampire thing that's a animalistic trait that's that has nothing to do with being a vampire having long periodic claws and super speed has nothing to do with the nature of vampirism.

The fangs of a vampire are nothing more than the fangs of a snake that's why different there's different types of vampires each vampires any more than a different species of reptilian human hybrid vampires have those slit eyes so the goddamn reptilians vampires have red eyes so do a lot of reptiles a lot of reptiles have red glowing eyes or red eyes that look like they're glowing because of light refraction but some of them do have glowing red eyes because of spiritual energies.

They have super strength Again that's not it has nothing to do with vampirism super strength it's not a vampiric trait it's a trait of an animal gorillas have super strength elephants have super strength reptilians have super strength Anyone ever trying to fight a crocodile knows this thing has super strength are very high strength a hippopotamus has super strength You get my point.

On top of the fact something which is dead Is rotting in decaying If these vampires so-called vampires were really dead First off you couldn't get the damn things pregnant and they couldn't get you pregnant cuz they wouldn't have a natural flowing biological system called the body and two they would have a very critical thing which you biologically need absolutely need to an absolute intensity to keep moving your body and those things are called ligaments without ligaments you can't move your body. Your bones and your fucking joints aren't going to work Your knees are gone your your hips are fucked up your shoulders are gone.

To make things worse about the stupid thing about vampires is a constant talk about how vampires Can also see in the dark There are a lot of animals that can see in the dark They're also at a reptiles They can also see in the goddamn dark If you just study the world in the universe around you you'll learn things.

There are fucking birds that can see clearly in the dark It's an evolutionary trait is not a superpower.

And here's something I find completely insulting to the whole thing to where they're just kind of rubbing in your face The reptiles are rubbing it in your face how fucking stupid you are They like to say that vampires have a much higher intelligence than humans That beat that again that is that is so ultimately has nothing to do with it with the characteristic or the trait of vampirism whatsoever that they're just rubbing into your face that reptilians are superior to humans and it took someone like me to figure out for you guys and explain it to you.

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Also

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They rub it in even harder when they say that a vampire's favorite food is to feed on a human being That's got to be one of the dumbest fucking things ever heard because it rubs it in so fucking hard to human faces and there's still too fucking stupid to understand the Reptilian !

That's an animalistic trait It's also said that vampires like the Elsa eat mice and the faculty that both vampire and the reptilian have cold blood but so does an arthropod they also have cold blood Also something which is dead doesn't get hungry that's a biological thing for survival at the biological mechanism that tell you when you need to do something in order to survive.

The fact that something can get hungry is something that says it's not undead it's alive and why they look so goddamn pale probably cuz of DNA Part of the DNA didn't didn't get put together right Who knows.

Or maybe they're just fucking starving those the goddamn time They lack massive nutrients and that's why they're so pale cuz if you look I didn't want look at someone who hasn't eaten in a while and will quite a while and they look like they're about to fucking die because they are That's why they go that's why when they're pale they get so aggressive to eat because they're hungry as fuck and they're trying not to die.

🫡

Just trying to give you all the data I got, I really wish the great aliens and put my soul in this goddamn planet I really wish they didn't beam me up when I was a ghost I have to kept trying to get away but it was never good enough I think I even kept trying to turn into a damn Wyrm, over and over again the spirit round to let them know I'm not really their kid anymore I don't want to be with them I want to stay in the spirit realm but somehow this evil little planet called : Gaia

Sucks all the souls in the multiverse into her She is the greediest bitch there is She is that she is the most horrible goddess The devil doesn't have reptilian horns The devil is her, Gaia is the devil !

Because you can't escape her fate one way or another her will be done and you will be born and doesn't matter what horrible fit you go through on this planet you are a slave to this evil fucking goddess You are a slave to her body You are a slave to her !

🖕🏻 You, Gaia !

I tried so hard not to be born I fought and ran and flew away and teleported and zipped to different dimensions I worked in work so very hard to do make sure that my soul didn't have to be in his god for second place and stuff for all the horrible face that I went through But no matter what I did no matter what great or grand effort I went through eventually those little gray bathrooms got me in a giant net.

They got me in a Ring of UFOs that came in every direction the Spirit realm and they used an energy net a net that you can't phase through a spirit can't go through it and then they sucked me into a looks like a real life soul jam a giant one on a ship and then we held us down with more crystals.

I work so hard not to be born just to suffer and slavement on this golfer second place I didn't do anything to suffer this lifetime I did nothing to be here and now I'm a slave and I'm a bitch of this world like all of us had to suffer the most horrible faith in this goddamn earth and I didn't do anything in my existence to suffer this shit What more can I sold to than just stay as a ghost in the spirit realm and mine its own business and not even mess with the other souls in the spirit realm and get away from them How much more to your to yourself can you fucking keep !

😡

[luna-rainbow]

I’m so disappointed at the new she hulk trailer she literally just looks like a tall woman painted green she’s not nearly as buff as she should be 😡 but I guess I shouldve known better than to expect marvel to risk making a female character that dudes dont wanna stick their dick into

It took me forever to find the trailer LOL. Is this the one?

I really know nothing about She-Hulk so had to read up her page on Wiki too. The actress’ portfolio sounds impressive though, seems to be known for portraying several personalities in the same person? Or several characters? On the balance of evils, I’d prefer them to choose someone who fits the feel of the character more than the looks. That said, the dearth of female actresses with non-Hollywood bodies is a broader issue, and is exacerbated by lack of opportunities and hence lack of experience, and Hollywood, like many other jobs, are dependent on experience.

The only thing that bothered me slightly in the trailer is her saying in a mocking tone “you don’t want to see me angry”. When I read the profile for Jennifer Walters, something that leapt out was that she was described as “shy” and “timorous”. I kinda want to see that? Part of why Ruffalo!Bruce was so endearing was that he was like a trapped herbivore — he’s could be so placid and patient, but you don’t want to harass him too hard when you’re on the wrong side of the antlers. We’ve had a lot of overtly assertive, sometimes aggressive personalities in the MCU, especially amongst the female combat role characters. Someone more timid and uncertain would be such a nice change (and I’m sure a lot of girls would identify with that too). But the clip was too short to be sure.

[iristhedeadflower]

Leon for the ask game

first impression of them: ok so basically as i already said i knew pretty much about the characters before i started watching the show so knowing he was vilu's endgame (and also kind of a contrast to diego's 'bad boy' persona) i had no idea he started as ludmila's boyfriend lol??? bc i also had NO idea tomas existed 💀 so i guess my first impression was: i have no idea what to think of you (funny anecdote: watching the first few episodes with my brother he absolutely HATED leon like he'd get mad every time he came on screen lmaoooo for no real reason tho!)

current impression of them: he's such a caring boyfriend 🥺 of all the guys i guess he's my favourite yeah id say that...he went through a lot of character development and though i don't really love everything they did with his character i can appreciate him anyway :)

least favourite thing about them: i think when in season 2 he thought vilu and diego's kiss was consensual. i mean, he saw how much she was struggling and how no one believed her and piling onto that is just evil :( really disliked him for that s2 arc tbh, felt kind of ooc

random headcanon: i'd say in the future (whether he stays with violetta or not) he's going to make such a good dad

favourite crack ship: dieleon ABSOLUTELY. i love how ridiculous they are like "i fucking hate you 😡😡 but also when we make music together its magical 😳😳" they're amazing and im sad they took a backseat in s3 but oh well

would you kiss them if you could?: um...idk really? he's good-looking i guess but apart from that idk lol

random fact about them: the motocross-music debacle was a metaphor. make of that what you will

a song that reminds you of them: bc i think he's an angsty little emo boy sometimes and he listens to rock mostly i'd say fuckmylife666 by against me! very evocative title i know but it really fits

unpopular opinion: his hair needs help. like why is it either very low or very tall

[no-gorms]

Your making Steve accidentally jealous of Thor in regards to Tony in a few of you fics gives me life. Like Steve going (¬_¬) at the bigger, blonder, stronger guy that is be more openly flirty and playful with Tony whilst Steve is an awkward turtle, simmering in a soup of his feelings.

Imagine the gossip rags going from “is Tony Stark sleeping with *insert any Avenger but Steve here*” (Steve is the on that Tony is usually“feuding with” according to, rags) to “are Tony Stark and Thor dating???” to “definitely getting married”. And Steve is just like 😑🙁☹️😠😡. (And Tony and Thor are totes playing it up out in public)

(And even when Steve and Tony DO start dating the rags are all, “feud over? 2 guys have a cordial candlelight dinner and movie. Can we say Bromance?” Or “Fast Friendship! Buddies Roger and Stark seen here walking with a friendly ass tap between teammates”)

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Anon, I 100% love everything about this and if anyone has any recs to this effect I would very much appreciate it.

It’s like, Steve has never cared about how he looks, or know how to use said looks except in the simplest ways (and even then feels awkward about it) but then here comes along Thor, whom Steve genuinely likes a lot! But Thor is handsome and tall and wonderfully upbeat, and he knows even LESS pop culture references than Steve does, and he gets along so well with Tony. Tony laughs with him, and gives Thor nice nicknames. It’s enough to make Steve have such... thoughts that have him taking a good hard look at himself 😶

That public perception though, that’s hilarious, I love it! The rags (the Daily Bugle included) keep speculating on which Avenger Tony is banging this week, and it rotates the whole team EXCEPT Steve, taunting him. Then when they do get together, it’s "Rogers and Stark talk leadership over coffee” and “prove they can get along”, all the way to “get married in obvious ploy to avoid testifying against each other”. What a life.