#thick brunnette

[justalatina]

Feeling hot in the subway ✨

[princess-femmeee]

[thedreadeddaisy]

Napkins and Promises.

It hadn't been long since Will started noticing that he would need more money for the supplies that his classes required than he already had in mind. That's why as soon as he saw a "We're hiring" sign in the coffee shop that he frequented with his friends, he decided to go in for an interview and an immediate hire.

His new boss was nice enough giving him good hours so that he could still study and work on his class projects. Maybe he couldn't spend as much time with his friends as he wanted, but that was fixed when Dustin suggested that they make the café their hanging out spot so that they at least could be close to Will, even if he couldn't stop and actually talk to them it was nice knowing that they were there. The other plus that Max commented on is that they all gave Will honest reviews on his coffee making skills. Because they could all agree that the coffee wasn't the best. Maybe that's why they mostly stuck to hot chocolates, milkshakes, or warm tea.

But Will did some research of his own on the matter, also stumbling upon a suggestion that he didn't hesitate on making to his boss, pastries to accompany the clientele's drinks, becasue sure they had those simple glazed donuts and some croissants that were a little bit dry that worked just fine when they were drowned in coffee, but maybe some cookies, or even those little butter pastries with jam on them could be a good idea.

The first day that the pastries were presented on the café it was late in the evening, a few people sat in the cozy spaces that the coffee shop offered, one of them being Will's best friend, Mike Wheeler.

Mike was too busy to notice that he hadn't ordered anything, and Will knew all of his attention was put into his final project for his Creative Writing class, that he was putting all of his efforts in as he had told week some days prior, he was mixing genres here and there and maybe he was also using some of their personal and disturbing experiences to make it the little bit more interesting.

That's why Will made a warm latte, and he put three of those strawberry jam pastries on a plate, bringing them to Mike's table. Mike didn't even seem to notice, his back hunched over, and his face almost entering his laptop screen, writing away and unbothered by any sound as he had his headphones on. Five minutes later, Will brought a stack of napkins to him and he actually got his face up from his screen, giving Will a smile and mouthing a "thanks" before diving into the food that had been brought to him.

Mike devoured the pastries in seconds, crumbs left on the table and on his thick maroon sweater, he took one of the napkins with raised eyebrows as he noticed the blue ink on them "Stop hunching your back and get on your feet, you've been sitting for way too long. -W". And he actually rose from the cushioned chair he had been sitting on for two hours. His legs were grateul for him as he walked to the counter, empty plate in hand and headphones sitting comfortably on his neck.

He patiently waited for Will to finish serving the coffee to a nice old lady that looked like a teacher. A smile receiving his friend, widening as he looked at the empty plate that Mike carried.

"Are you back for more?" Will asked, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he took some more of them from the metal rack, putting them carefully in the plate.

Mike hummed as he looked down at the plate, devouring the pastries with his eyes, suddenly flinching when the door opened and a cold gust of air entered the shop as a client left.

"You should be leaving soon. It's getting colder now that the sun is already down". the brunnette suggested signaling through the door.

"Yeah, you're right," Mike shrugged his shoulders. "I just concentrate a lot more in here, way cozier than the dorm room with Lucas and Max doing homework together," he sighed a little annoyed.

"Understandable, Dustin and Suzie won't ever shut up when on a video call... even if they're just playing games. " Will rolled his eyes, still smiling.

"I'll finish these up whilst I pray for our living situation to get better" the ravenette joked as he went back to his seat after Will nodded, getting back to cleaning his working space as closing up time approached in big strides.

Mike thought about how it would be so much better if Will and him shared a room, and Lucas and Dustin shared another one, so much better for everyone. Maybe next year he could suggest that switch to his friends, although he wasn’t sure if Will would want to share a room with him even if he had just complained to him about Dustin. He shook his head as he quickly stuffed his mouth with pastries, downing them with the last sip of coffee that was left in his mug.

He started to collect his things, looking at the counter to wave Will goodbye, but not seeing him anywhere. He supposed that he was inside the kitchen washing the dishes. So Mike decided to take his fountain pen and leave a note in a napkin as Will had done before with him.

Fifteen minutes and wrinkled hands later, Will had finished washing the dishes of the day, ready to clean the tables and close off for the day he started where Mike was sat at, right by the window, seeing as there was a napkin left he took it to throw it away and before he could he saw the blotchy black ink on it in what he recognized as Mike's handwriting.

"I'll be back tomorrow, thank you.

P.S. The pastries were delicious, and the coffee was way better today -Mike".

He kept the napkin as he hoped that it would work as a promise between them.

.

.

.

Let me know if you would like this to be an ongoing Byler series. Don't forget to reblog or comment. They help a lot! Have a great day, you're doing fantastically.

[asscolection]

[amirabellaxo]

Amirabellaxo @amirabellaxo IG

[deion999]

The only companions you need in Fallout 4 😁(plus Dogmeat and Codsworth) #fallout #fallout4 #companion #blonde #brunnette #redhead #noirette #nora #curie #cait #piper #thick (at Pecan Village Apartments)

[coffeecatsandcandles]

omg will u ship me with a marvel character!! ive never asked someone to do this before but i got excited when u were doing this for your 2k celebration, which CONGRATULATIONS!! U DESERVE IT I LOVE YOUR WRITING <3333

so my desc is i have brown hair, brown eyes, i have thick legs(kind of my insecurity) and my height is 157cm (im short i know hahahah) im mixed (asian+british) and SO many people say i look like brie larson. so...... brie larson but brunnette?and short? personality wise, im quiet to people ive just met and i kind of have a bitch face so people think im really mean but if im really comfortable with someone im so crazy and share way too much LOL and im a really indecisive person so i always prefer people choose for me but im also super picky too so people are always frustrated with me (in a funny way ofc)

THANK YOU LOVE 🖤🖤

im really seeing sam for you!!

number one, thick legs are 🥵🥵 i hated mine for a long time too but now i love them abt myself! they are beautiful and so are yours!!! and sam would WORSHIP them. he’s more extraverted and i feel you’d balance each other out! i also feel like he’d just be so gentle with you and give you the love you deserve. 🖤

[sweeteastart]

@khoc-week,

Day 7, Summer's end

For the end of this amazing week I wanted to do a full on illustration with as much characters as could add. It seems that 16 was the highest number of characters I could dofor a drawing I had to do in one day 😂

decided to had my friend @lennsart characters Plum and Xail.

In the first plane you can see Mikana and Xail trying to make each other's fall from respectively Ventus's and Sika's shoulders. Xion is chilling in the water nearby, ready to sink a unsuspecting Ventus for the sole reason he won over her in volleyball. There is also Vanitas watching over what Mikana, his crush in my story, is doing. On his right there is Riku and Kairi waiting for Sora to come back with more coconut. Then you can see Bunny with Ephemer and Sakore in the shadow of a parasol. Aqua and Terra are watching the fight under another parasol. Finally in the back there is Sora and Naminé talking with Plume ! Roxas is taking the picture to capture Xion's revenge forever and Lea went to get some snack with all of Chirithy. Three of them to be exact : Bunnys's Chirithy (Poki), Plum's Chirithy and Ventu's Chirithy.

(I wasn't sure they were all recognizable so I wanted to specify who was who)

Whoah that was quite a lot lmao. Anyways I think this drawing reflects pretty well how my gurls would spend their summer on Destiny's Island.

Mikana would be this girls who would make it a rule to don't talk about school because :

"We don't talk about this kind of sinister things on my watch" Said Mikana. A silence followed her words. Sika and her own family were looking at her with a form of amusement.

"Are... Started Sika with a concern look. Are you talking about your face ? Her grin was so large it was stretching from one of a ears to the others. The two girls looked at each other. The tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Suddenly Mikana spoke.

"Run. Fast. " Sika didn't think twice on whether or not it was a joke and did as the brunnette told her. And with that they disappeared one after the other in the nearby forest never to be seen again. Or at least that's what Sakore thought at first. She knew her sister. Sika was pretty much dead now. The pink haired girl even thought of what color Sika's gravestone might be. White ? Black ? She laughs softly. What a silly thought.

But at last, after a few hours, the two young womens came back .... covered in dirt and other plants they caught in their hair in their race. When her eyes met this awful sight, Sakore cringed. Before she could even spoke, her mother ordered the two new comers to wash themself and she approved greatly. Thoses two could be quite a lot sometimes but... Sakore giggled to herself and looked out of the windows. Their behaviours was quite entertaining to see.

(Sorry if it's wonky, english isn't my first language)

Sika's would follow Mikana in her reckless behaviour like... Doing races who consist of jumping on trees and huge rocks (Sora and Riki were bad influences on thoses girls). As for Bunny and Sakore they would likely be the mother figures of pretty much everyone. I can see them making some seasalt ice creams with the Destiny's Island trio parents while the others are swimming or else.

So it is the end of this week. I want to thanks all of the curators for this week and they wholesome commentaries. You might not know how much it means for me. That might be the first comments I had on thoses characters from strangers and I thanks you all for that 💜

I will likely do it again next year because it was such a good (and tiring) experience ✨✨ lots of love to everyone characters, they were all so unique and beautiful in their own ways ✊🏻💜

[multiplesmutthings]

Uraraka needs money and momo is rich. Simple situation, except uraraka won't accept a hand out so momo decides the best way to earn her money is to fuck her until shes satisfied

“M-Momo! Thank you so much! But.. I can’t take it.” Ochako said as she pushed the money she was offered away by the nice girl. Momo blinked and looked at her.

“What do you mean? Ochako I know about your money troubles and I genuinely want to help you. Just take it. It’s nothing much for me.” She said wanting to help her friend but Ochako simply wouldn’t accept the cash. Getting a bit tired of trying Momo was now thinking of how to get Ochako to accept her money. ‘... sex.. this can work.’ “How about we arrange something so you can accept this.” She said As Ochako looked at her wondering what it would be.

Soon she got her answer as Momo held Ochako in the air moaning as she thrusted her hips up and fucked he brunnettes tight Pussy. Money in her hands as Momo held her thighs and pounded at her slit. “You’ll take the money now then~?” Momo said as she whispered into Uraraka’s hear, who nodded frantically, moaning as she was fucked by the class rep. Momo believed that offering her sexual services would be a good trade for the money, especially if it was with someone she knew and trusted. Her hard throbbing cock pumped in and out of Ochako’s cunt, her balls slapping against Uravity’s clit as she was just about to cum. “I’m.. cumming Ochako~!” The black haired heroine in training said before Ochako moaned loudly and came, soon enough feeling Momo’s loaf shot inside of her. Once she was done she was gently sat agsint the wall and some extra dollars was thrown onto her from Momo. “That’s the tip.. ahh.. maybe you’ll need more money another time... but.. let ‘me’ know okay?” She said as Ochako nodded with thick cum oozing from her Pussy she would definitely ask Momo for money another time.

[i-your-higness-is-me]

Dracula's S/O is Trevor's best friend and he doesn't really approve of the relationship

Your family took him in after he lost his family.

You two were thick as thieves growing up, then one day he left saying that he would be back you guys are family after all.

He does years later with two other people. "Hey sugar lips how's it's going?" You punch him. "Trevor fucking Belmont where the fuck have you been for the past..... Who's blond jesus here?"

"That's why where here. I need your help. This is Alucard he's Dracula's son a-"

"You brought Dracula's son here! Take him back before a horde comes here!" You whisper shout at the brunnett

"I can assure you that my father won't send a horde after me."

So they explain what they need you to do. The plan is basically you have to convince Dracula to spare the human race.

"Wait what?!?! How the fuck am I suppose to do that?!?"

"I've seen you do it before it's like a gift or something." Trevor said

"And if this doesn't work? You'll kill him won't you?"

He just nodded

Any ways the plan works. My son doenst have to kill his father

You stay at the castle for a few months that year fascinated by the wonders that lie with in the castle and the belmont hold.

One day while looking in the one of the many libraries you bumped in to Drac

"Oh shit I'm sorry." You mumbled picking up the books you were holding to avoid his gaze.

He helped you pickup the books "There's no need to apologize." You guys start talking about your selection of books.

You guys started talking and one thing lead to another

So one day while while you and Vlad were getting freaky he walked in on you two.

"Put some clothes on now we need to talk." He sighed walking out the room

Walking out in Vlad's shirt. "Um treffy I was in the middle of something."

"Look I know that nothing I can say to convince you not to continue this relationship, and that's not what I want for you. I just want you to be safe." He was going to hug you but decided not to.

"If you have any problems with him."

[archived-antolcgias]

"Can you please stop screwing with my mind, god!" - spencer

DANGER IS IN HOPE, AND IN GIVING INTO HOPE WITHOUT RETURN | ACCEPTING

   “ YOU COULD SEE SOMETHING. ”

     Projected 

          towards the brunnette’s mind 

          from a spot on the other side of the cafe.

Hands continue stirring the thick pumpkin soup in the white porcelain bowl. Manicured fingers tapping lightly against her chin. Staring out through the glass at the snowbound bystanders as they meander by. A slow day in the suburb off a New England city with not a thing to do except—

Search for every way possible to verify what she saw. Starting here. With HER. A psychometrist. Celeste bites at her own bottom lip and sighs into the warm cafe ambiance with blue eyes spinning brighter and brighter each second.

      “ Wouldn’t even TAKE a lot. And, I’d owe you. ”

[sassytimetraveller]

The Story of Three

It was her first night alone in the empty apartment. Her family went on a trip, leaving her an entire week to spend by herself. Though not everything went as restful as she thought it would. The first misfortune that happened on her first night was a powerout. Though it didn’t really bother her to fix it but she always was afraid of the dark so anxiety was present when she went to the basement to fix it.  Secondly, the washing machine broke but she was clever and resourceful enough to fix that little problem as well.  But as the night crawled closer throughout the day, sudden voices started to echo in the apartment. She jumped slightly at the crack of the door, slowly turned around with her heart racing and her stomach in a hole, she closed the door and ran to her bed. She rolled on her stomach, grabbed the phone and started scrolling. “ You never wonder if that crack was more than just a crack?” a man’s voice echoed in her head, making her roll her eyes. “ An intruder, a thief…?” he continued, sitting on the white desk and swinging his legs.  “ I am not scaring myself for nothing. Nobody is here.” the girl replied, turning her attention back to her phone. “ Yes. She locked the door and nothing odd has happened besides that crack ,which was indeed just a crack.” spoke another voice, younger and more care-free. The girl smiled, turning to see the blonde boy leaning on the wall, smirking.  “ Who might you be?” the man asked, furrowing his thick dark eyebrows at the boy. “ Me, my dear friend, was here before you. When she was young, not even in her teens.” started the boy, walking around the room with his hands in his pockets. “ This room was still shared by her and her sister. Here was her bed...” he motionied his hands at the wall where the girls previous bed used to be. “...and there was this long cupboard right in the middle that I used to sit on when she wished for company.” “ I can’t believe you remember that.” the girl laughed as she sat in a criss-cross position. “ His name is Alex. I call him by that name since the beginning.” the girl added. “ She still calls me when you are not around and when she desperately needs to run her mouth.” “ So you are here, or more likely, you come here whenever she is bored?” the man started to get defensive. “ Why have you never told me about him?” the man asked you, glaring with his dark eyes. “ Didn’t think I had the obligation to tell ou every little secret I have.” the girl retorded and the man rolled his eyes, rubbing his growing stubble. “ The day I came was the day she needed me but kept denying that.” the man turned to the boy whose blue eyes kept holding a glint of mischief. “ I am always here for her, always to listen when she needs to be heard and always here to turn her to the right path.” the man continued while the boy kept glancing at you, smiling.  “ You always did prefer the black hair over blonde.” he turned to you, grinning. “ Though I never quite understood how you prefered blonde in the past but now prefer a brunnette.” the boy winked and started pacing slowly around the room.  “ Alex, don’t.” the girl warned but Alex didn’t stop. “ Does he even have a name? No. Only I get to have a name!” he started to raise his voice. “ I was there when you came waltzing in her dreams, sitting your ass on that ugl green armchair! Waiting for her to accept you into her life, so do not pretend you are superior than me, you foul excuse for a man!” he  finished but the man only watched him calmly.  “ You are nothing but a stupid boy, a piece of her childhood she tries to hold on to and not wanting to let go. She doesn’t need you anymore. She needs to focus on her future not her past.” he spoke with a tender voice.  “ She needs her past to remind her of how she became what she is today.”  “ She needs nobody because she is strong on her own and wants to focus on her present!” the girl interrupted. “ The two of you are only a friction of my imagination, expanding my abilities as an artist!” she shouted, squeezing her eyes shut and opening them to a room of emptiness and silence.

[vanilluhbeaux]

leaves

distinque

Summary:

celebrations were better than dates, anyways 

x

The leaves were falling.

She extended her leg far into the air, pulling the muscles and stretching them, loosening them up, like a cork of a champagne bottle finally coming undone. The leg reached behind her, held onto by a dainty hand with nails painted red, clutching with insignificant ease. Her muscles pulled and ached and burned, a burn that started from her toes and ended her cerebrum. Her pale yellow tights stretched against her skin, the runs running smoothly over brown legs. Still, she stretched her tights, stretched her leg, stretched herself further, determined to hit a point that was invisible to her and everyone watching, but definitely there. She was going to get there. She was going to here. She was going to get there and here and everywhere inbetween. She was a celebration, complete with sativa and sublime perfection.

The leaves were falling.

She was a brown girl, with brown girl eyes and brown girl hair, flattened to perfection with the help of ceramic plates. It fell to the small of her back when it was straightened, though you'd never know when she became a celebration. Here, her she had to pull that hair up into a bun, and not a single hair was to be out of place. That bun sat high above her head, almost like that cork, but if that cork was crafted out of silver and crystal. It shut the alcohol in, but at least it looked beautiful. To be a celebration was to be beautiful, picturesque—the object of the desires of men and the envy of women and that was what beauty meant. The brown girl was at a disadvantage due to being brown, with thin lips that were not thin enough and thick hair that was not thick enough and a small waist that was not small enough. But here, with her almost thick bun and edges smoothed down with gel and hair straghtened with heat, she could pretend she was enough. She could pretend that underneath her yellow tights that her legs, which burned so much, were a lighter shade of caramel, under her black leotard was a smaller waist, and her hair curled in a pattern like Shirley Temple's or did not curl at all. She could never pretend her lips were thicker or thinner, however. That was asking for too much.

The leaves were falling.

She seen them through a small window that let in little light. The flourescent lights overhead beamed down on her and every other girl in the studio, but she found herself attracted to the window. She was not a moth to a flame, but a butterfly to honey, fluttering silently towards sweetness while others watched in awe over something so primal, so natural. The sunlight beamed down from that little window relentessly, producing a small spot of heat everywhere it touched. It illuminated the dust in the air, those pesky floating particles that the brown girl pretended not to see. It highlighted the pink of the beam where her leg could, but never would, take a rest. It made Maria/Consuela/Tequila/Whatever, with her snow skin and brunnette hair that curled loosely, glow, though it seemed that her glow came from inside of her chest. She was a brown girl too, but she was pure, undiluted and unpolluted with anything other than pureness. Her brownness did not show in her skin, but on her brother and sister's skins, clay and a light mud, but she was snow. And she was perfect. She was beautiful and prim and proper and her pink tights did not have holes in them. Her lips were thick and full, but her smile was crooked. You see, she was beautiful but she was not a celebration. She was a date, an expensive date with a wealthy old man who'd spoil you if you smiled. She was every girl's fantasy, but that was all. She was a dream, a wish, a prayer you knew would never be answered. And the other brown girl would prefer to be a celebration, if you asked, thankyouverymuch. Though she would wish on a shooting star, if she ever saw one. If she ever felt envious, she blamed it on the cork at the top of her head, looking at that snowy-brown girl and knowing that she did not have one.

The leaves were falling.

A red one hit the yellowing grass, daintily resting on the top of the dead blades, almost like a comfortable sleep upon a bed of spikes. For a second, her brown eyes stared out that window, looking at that red leaf with such intensity, she scared herself. The leaf was ripped in a few places, muddled with black holes that was signal of sickness, death. That red leaf was dead, and it captured more of her attention now than while it lived. Her brown brain thought about that for a second, pondering the wonder and excitement of death versus the boring humdrum of life. Death caught her attention more than life did, and it held onto it with an iron grip. The finality of someone's demise plagued her mind often, inside of the studio and out. Her leg produced a fire so intense, it burned her soul. If she were to die right in that room, her instructors would care for her more than they did while she was alive. They would tend to her body with more tenderness than any of the words they threw at her, which sliced through her chest with an icy blade. They would hold her and praise her, like they did after a performance, where even though Tequila took the lead, she outdanced. The celebration often overwhelmed the date, but it was the date that everyone wanted to see. We live on prayers and dreams that we hope would get actualized, and when she dated, they were real. A celebration was a dime a dozen, she knew that. She knew that and she prayed that it was not true, but her prayers were never answered. She would die knowing that she was not one in a million, and feeling alienated, as if she was. She would die just like that leaf, red and beautiful and on a bed of spikes and dead grass that wasn't even fucking green. Life was fleeting, but not fleeting enough to capture her attention.

The leaves were falling.

And that damn cork broke. Her body ached and burned from being contorted and stretched so unnaturally, she collapsed. Her brown body in yellow and black hit the unforgiving wood with a loud thud, the quiet in the room shattering like someone's brains after a suicide. As the blood from the death hit the wall, she hit the floor. Ungraceful and disgraceful. Staring out of windows, daydreaming about death put another nail in her unmarked coffin, a little brown thing for those diluted, little, brown girls who wanted to go there but were stuck here. The celebration was put on a hold—the dj stopped playing music and the food was left in the oven to burn. And suddenly, brown and blue and green and grey eyes were upon her, seemingly the only girl in the mix. The cork broke and the champagne spilled all over the floor, attracting mutts and purebreeds alike. They were all dogs, come to feast upon her spills and feed on her insecurities that she worked so hard to mask. Maria walked over, small toes in pretty red slippers and asked, "¿Bien?" with that crooked ass smile and those thick, pretty lips. An outreached, dainty hand was pointed towards the brown girl, but was met with a sharp glare.

"Soy bien, huerra." And that was that. With a burning leg, the brown girl stood up again, and stretched the other one, stretching her runny yellow tights and smooth brown skin and strong pink muscles. The cork was placed back on the bottle.

The leaves were falling.

[shut-it-foureyes-blog]

Jean/Marco fanfic part three

"Help! Oh god!"

Jean turns around and sees Marco in the grip of a Titan, arms and legs thrashing in a desperate attempt to escape. His heart leaps into his throat and is beating like a running rabbit. There is no hesitation when he jumps off the tiled roof, releasing and sinking his anchors into a brick wall and the gas propels him upwards. He flies, airborne for a few moments, before he repeats it again.

"Hold on Marco!" It's an order, a determined but frightened order. He soars through a column of steam and he is blinded by grey only for a few short seconds, his hearing heightens and Marco's cries are louder. On the other end of the silver, hot steam Jean is greated with a large hand. He yells out in shock and tries to manoeuvre away, he is successful in not being caught in the Titan's palm but his 3DM gear is smashed against his hip.  Pain courses throughout his side and he feels winded, his ribs shaking in surprise and lungs battered from air. His gear, mutilated and irreparably damaged, falls limp from his hips and there is a loud ringing on his ear.

His vision merges and blurs as he plummets to a roof not far away from where Marco struggles. There are two Marcos, trapped in two gigantic hands and a two headed Titan begins to open it's maw. After attempting to get to his feet, Jean shouts out in agony as his right leg gave way beneath him. His trouser leg is ripped at the knee and there is a long gash along his knee, it's bleeding like Hell and the pain pulses but Jean ignores it.

"Please no! Help me! Please God, help me!" Marco begs with a defeaning shriek and Jean rapidly limps towards him, throwing himself over a small gap between two roofs.

"I'm coming Marco! Hold on! I'm co-oming!" He bellows between coughs,  staggering closer and closer to his friend. Time is running quicker than Jean. Marco is trapped between the Titan's mouth now, the left half of his body between the creature's teeth and he's using his arms to fruitlessly protect himself.

"Jean! Jesus, Jean, help me! Save me!"

Death's teeth slowly close towards Marco, like a tormenting guillotine.

"Jean please!"

Canines press dangerously against the top of his head, Marco's hands bleed as they slice into the teeth he's desperately trying to push back.

"Keep it together Marco! I'm here! I'm-"

It's like bucket of scolding water has been splashed onto Jean, except it isn't thin, clear water it is thick, crimson blood. Marco's blood. Marco's. Blood. Marco's. Fucking. Blood.

And at this realisation that he is drenched in Marco's blood, Jean screams the most heart-breaking and ear-splitting scream.

Marco's body falls from the Titan's stretched lips and Jean watches him like he's watching an Angle, an Angle he had watched jubilantly fly every day, plummet to the earth. He doesn't stop screaming as Marco, half of Marco, lands between the Titan's feet.

Jean gazes up at the Titan and it fucking smiles at him. Then it hobbles away.

...

Jean crawls over to Marco across the cobblestone, eyes blown wide and strange sounds slipping from his lips, his hand reaching out to him.

"M-Marco...." He blubbers as he pulls Marco onto his lap, he can't look at him so he throws his head back and stares at the sky. It a blue-grey, clouds billowing in the west and the sun is silver like a pearl. The repugnant feeling of warm ooze soaking into the right side of his clothing makes Jean's skin crawl, like there's a billion ants writhing and building their colony within him.

"C-come on, wake- wake up for me..." Jean keeps his eyes closed as he buries his face into Marco's blood-clotted hair, he could feel the sickly liquid stain his skin.

"Y-you- you can't leave me now, after all- all the shit we've been through... I lo-love you... r-rem-emember?" Jean's  hand moves towards Marco's cheek but it doesn't come in contract with warm, bold skin but with sharp bone and slick flesh. He sobs out into his partner's hair as he pulls his shaking hand away, leaving it hanging in the air and trembling like a flame in the wind.

"God fucking d-damn it! Marco! Marco..... please," he begs with a dolorous voice, both hands now agonisingly clutching Marco's jacket and it's almost like the world is ending all over again. Expect it is way worse, like the sun in the world has been shot down and has crashed into the planet, destroying and buring everything. Jean is that everything.

"You can't leave m-me....not after everything! we m-made fucking lo-love for fucks sake and we promised- I promised - to protect e-ea-each oth-other!" Jean shrieks again. 

Then, like a mantra, Jean says sorry a million times.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I-I'm sorry I'm so sorry I'm so damn fucking sorry-" The hand that claps on Jean's shoulder silences his chant and his quivering body freezes, like a bucket of ice water. "A bucket of blood. Marco's blood." his mind taunts. Lifting his head, he sees a pair of bright azure eyes beneath prominent eyebrows.

"Jean? It's Jean, right?" It's the commander of the Survey Corps, Erwin Smith, and his rumbling voice is like the thunder in the distance. Erwin's large hands cup Jean's dirty face, focusing his blurry vision onto the features of the commander's face. His nose, eyes and eyebrows easy to recognise. For a brief moment he flickered his face to the dark mass in his arms.

"Look at me, Jean, you need to look at me," his eyes sweep back to Erwin's and, in his peripheral vision, he sees some one crouch besides him. Jean doesn't recognise them, doesn't see their face in the shadows of the alley, and when he realises that they are taking Marco; he snaps.

"Don't touch him! You-you bastards!" Jean shrieks enraged, shooting like a bullet to his feet and he watches the stranger, a tall brunnette in a green cloak, carry his beloved away. Hefty arms hook around his, restraining  Jean as he attempts to race after Marco. The clouds that billow above them, bruised and swollen, finally spill their guts and release God's sorrows upon them.

"Do-don't take him away fro-from me, you fuckers! I'll k-kill-kill you if you hurt him!" At the entrance of the alley, Levi Ackerman observes the scene - not that Jean notices or cared. Hanji's glasses glow in the sun as she steps out of the shadows and he sees a tear streak out from under her lenses.

"He's gone, kid.... let him go," Erwin whispers, it's a fruitless act to calm Jean down and it makes him more distressed. Jean's legs kick as he screams out again, a sound less agonising than the one he had heard earlier, and Erwin flinches.

"He..... he's not! Marco! Marco prove to them y-your alive! Please! I love you Marco! Pl-plea-please!" Drained and broken, Jean crumbles to the cobblestone and buries his face into his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Erwin kneels behind him with a deep exhale and his hand grips the boy's shoulder tightly.

[xxxmlgeniusxxx]

Random

Fransshesca

harName:Custom Name;mood:Happy;bodyScale:0.974537;arms:onlegs,onhislegs;throatResist:50;hair:noel,1,1;iris:swirl,37,115,114,1;breasts:119;skin:light;nose:normal;ear:normal;lipstick:0,189,234,255,1;eyeshadow:48,0,46,1;sclera:255,255,255,1;blush:196,80,77,0.35;freckles:60,24,24,0.8,0;mascara:0,0,0,1,20;nailpolish:189,234,255,1;eyebrow:normal,140,108,57,1,89,67,51,1;hairhsl:-129,1,1,1;skinhsl:-110,1,1,1;hisskinhsl:0,1,1,1;bg:4;hisBody:male;hisPenis:0,1,1;balls:0,1;hisSkin:0;hisTop:shirt,238,242,245,1;hisBottoms:slacks,27,29,29,1;hisFootwear:loafers,0,0,0,1;collar:leather,0,40,44,1,0,40,44,1;cuffs:shirt,0,40,44,1,0,40,44,1;ankleCuffs:panties,0,40,44,1,0,40,44,1;gag:none,0,40,44,1;panties:highleg,0,40,44,1;top:bra,0,40,44,1;armwear:elbowglove,0,40,44,1;bottoms:jeans,0,40,44,1,0,40,44,1;tops:tank,0,40,44,1;legwear:kneehigh,0,40,44,1,0,40,44,1;legwearB:latexthighhigh,0,40,44,1,0,40,44,1;footwear:highheel,0,40,44,1,0,40,44,1;eyewear:blindfold,0,40,44,1;headwear:none,0,40,44,1,0,40,44,1;tonguePiercing:none,0,40,44,1;herTan:none,0

charName:SD chan;mood:Happy;bodyScale:1.075;arms:onhislegs,onhislegs;throatResist:50;hair:mari,0,1,1;iris:wide,2,50,137,0.78;breasts:101;skin:pale;nose:normal;ear:normal;lipstick:1,197,64,109,1;eyeshadow:255,48,109,1;sclera:255,255,255,1;blush:255,48,109,0.329;freckles:60,24,24,0.8,100;mascara:255,48,109,1,40;nailpolish:0,0,0,1;eyebrow:normal,213,52,118,1,30,19,19,1;hairhsl:14,1.31,3.44,1;skinhsl:0,1,1,1;hisskinhsl:0,1,1,1;bg:2;hisBody:male;hisPenis:0,0.8099999999999999,0.972;balls:1,1;hisSkin:0;hisTop:shirt,238,242,245,1;hisBottoms:slacks,27,29,29,1;hisFootwear:loafers,0,0,0,1;collar:gemchoker,255,167,188,1,255,255,255,1;cuffs:none,63,118,162,1,0,0,0,1;gag:none,0,0,0,1;panties:none,255,255,255,1;top:none,63,118,162,1;armwear:elbowglove,255,167,188,1;bottoms:boyshorts,255,167,188,1,255,255,255,1;tops:croppedtank,255,167,188,1;legwear:stripedthighhigh,255,126,167,0.8,255,255,255,0.8;footwear:none,0,0,0,1,0,0,0,1;eyewear:none,255,167,188,1;headwear:none,24,24,24,1,255,255,255,1;tonguePiercing:none,183,187,195,1;bellyPiercing:ring,255,167,188,1;herTan:none,0

https://stufferdb.com/picture?/118531

http://stufferdb.chaturbate.com/bigsquirt_69/

http://stufferdb.chaturbate.com/fuckmedeeperdaddy/

http://stufferdb.chaturbate.com/treisy_miller/

http://stufferdb.chaturbate.com/lexilovegood24/

http://stufferdb.chaturbate.com/kittycatkatrina/

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph59ceeb3fdcaff

http://m.mylust.com/videos/167723/megabusty-amateur-mature-lady-on-webcam-shows-her-titties/

http://boobshobby.com/en/dirs/2838-box-busty%20japanese/likes/

http://boobshobby.com/en/you-found-this?ph=macromastia&sr=likes&pg=1

https://m.voyeurhit.com/videos/club-babe-chugs-a-beer-in-slow-motion/?promo=14036

https://m.xhamster.com/videos/asian-bbw-big-boobs-8971299

http://jizzbunker.com/270645/maja-magics-weekly-clip-show-no-83.html

http://xxxdan.com/nmPXy/best-hand-expression-youtube-model-ever-3.html

https://m.hd21.com/video/174039/big-boobs-babe-toying-with-herself-at-home

https://m.txxx.com/videos/2919155/big-busty-redhead-bbw-masturbation/?promo=14036

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph59e252e3309e2

https://www.redtube.com/2134537

http://javfor.me/tag/huge-tits

http://multporn.net/comics/my-little-pony-humanization

http://stufferdb.chaturbate.com/marybigboobs18/

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=1583495890

https://nhentai.net/search/?q=full+color+huge+tits&page=4

http://hentai.hakihome.com/tag/Chubby/

http://g.chounyuu.com/tag/7763/1

http://g.chounyuu.com/tag/2121/1

http://g.chounyuu.com/tag/89/1

http://g.chounyuu.com/tag/1633/1

http://bigtittytube.com/87165/busty-ebony-goddess/

http://stufferdb.chaturbate.com/miabigtits/

http://stufferdb.chaturbate.com/alisiaparril/

https://stufferdb.com/picture?/90189/tags/217-tickling

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph58fd460c42532

https://stufferdb.com/picture?/129961/tags/220-thick

http://www.xvideos.com/video32264877/chubby_teen_shows_her_huge_boobs_-_live_at_camgirlsvid.com#_tabComments

https://www.xvideos.com/video32651919/4

https://www.xvideos.com/?k=Michele%20hartranft&top

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph585a75143c188

https://m.xhamster.com/videos/sexy-south-african-delicious-body-8556831

https://m.xhamster.com/videos/delicious-yellow-bbw-7065408

https://m.xhamster.com/videos/bbw-tits-getting-oiled-up-7212729

https://m.xhamster.com/videos/huge-naturals-on-bbw-brunnette-7310567

https://www.redtube.com/1723762?utm_source=paid&utm_medium=hubtraffic&utm_campaign=hubtraffic_tubes4u

http://xxxdan.com/ewaLA/bbw-chick-flashing-and-teasing-naked-in-public.html

http://m.mylust.com/videos/167723/megabusty-amateur-mature-lady-on-webcam-shows-her-titties/

http://xxxdan.com/Zexgp/hottie-bbw-webslut-loves-hot-shows-on-cam.html

https://m.vporn.com/bbw/anorei-collins-happy-new-year-behind-the-scenes/638862/#

[the-demon-dm]

FFXV: Promptis College AU

Noctis finds himself falling for a new model at his art class...

The Prince grumbled, trying to focus on his art. Noct ran his hand through dark streaks of black, thick along his scalp. He continued to stroke and paint with his brush, staring intesensly trying to figure out what was wrong exactly.

When all hope faded, the airy words of his menor Ignis made him focus once more, "Your linework is good, but you still need to focus on some of your overall composition prince. As always, excellent job on the shading. Keep up the good work miss Lunafreya. Loqi...please enough placing the oranges between the banana."

This was one of the classes his father had demanded he participate in-fine arts. But after weeks of studying color theory and practicing brush strokes he was in dire need of something fresh. He stared at the other student's works, all had placed focus on things like shape and sizing of the fruit bowl before them. But Noctis was heavily obsessed with the shading, he loved to work with the light and dark.

His closest friend, Lunafreya, peeked over her shoulder at his artwork. Her near-white hair sparkled in the sunlight. She clicked her tongue to get his attention. She smiled gently, "It looks vey good Noctis."

"Thanks Luna." She was always giving him confidence boosts when he needed them the most. He puffed out his chest.

Ignis clapped loudly as the class became quiet again, making them all jump slightly. "Alright class. I have exciting and unexpected news! The King has found us a nude model, a male by the name of Prompto Argentum. He's been hand-picked out of a group, so be sure to treat him nicely. I do not want inappropriate laughter or prodding. He is our guest, understand?"

They all nodded. Beyond Loqi at times, Noct was unsure why Ignis was making a point of something so obvious...but a flare of inspiration caught in his heart. He had heard rumors of classes before him having naked men and women grace their prescence, taking only a few seconds to sketch them in different poses. The latest one from the semester prior had been an extremely busty woman by the name of Aranea, a few of the seniors were snickering about the size of her bust.

Noctis began to clean his supplies as the minutes began to wind down in class, placing a proper sketch pad on his work space. His mind lazily drifted, trying to picture a face with the name Prompto. He had never heard of the man before...he wondered if he was an exchange student. Would he be a big guy with lots of complicated muscles? Lanky? Fat? Black, blonde or brunnette? Tan?

He thoughtful chewed at the end of a pencil, a bell distantly ringing. Luna's touch upon his shoulder brought him back from his mind, "Come on, it's time to go back to the dorms."

Noctis, as he did routinely, walked his friend back to her room. She gave him a tight hug, and the two exchanged snacks (as it had become a routine) she got him one of his favorites: a large salty bag of potato chips and a small can of orange soda. He dragged his feet a few moments away to his regal-appearing suite, watching the school begin to wind down in the evening air. The sound of music, televisions and friends drinking hung about in the air, a common occurance for Thursdays. His mind was swimming with excitment, and having the art class be his only one in the afternoon was a bonus. He slipped from his clothes for the day and slept in only boxers, a blanket loosely covered around his body.

The class began at 1pm sharp, Ignis standing as stiff as a pole. He gazed, unblinking, to the class. They were all silent...the mentor usually did not speak until something important was occuring.

"Class please welcome our gues Prompto." He waved his hand to someone behind a thick curtain. Gingerly, a head popped out.

Noctis could feel himself flush over with heat at the sight of just this man's face, let alone unsure of what he would do once the fuzzy green robe was discarded from his shoulders. He was beautiful, and surely only about 17 years old. Freckles dotted every inch of his pale face, his thick golden hair was simply flowing from his scalp. His smile radiated sunshine, and made the prince's heart hammer. His face was smooth, cheeks lit up with red blush. He waved gently to them with his delicate looking hand, "Hey there! Thanks for letting me be here."

They returned his gesture, each mumbling greetings. Noctis locked eyes with him and sweat and the icy blue orbs that met his own dark spheres.

"Alright class. You have about 1 minute to sketch each pose Prompto will perform."

The model dropped the robe for class, and Noct swore that he could hear Astrals singing in hundreds of different tongues. The light from the window, dangling high in the air for privacy, sprinkled across his lean yet muscular body. Prompto was a work of art...his body was sculpited and Noctis feverishly tried to capture it. But no matter how hard he tried to define it, it was as if a god was in his sights...impossible to describe. His shoulders were small, delicate and the freckles upon his skin there looked like blankets of stars upon the night sky. His chest was fluttering with quick breaths, the excitment of the class sketching the boy made him a bit embarassed but he posed quietly with hands upon his feminine hips. A dainty curve attached his torso to his legs, and Noctis wanted to do nothing more than to reach out and guide his hands along the valley. A trail of golden hairs led from his navel to the unaroused sex organ between his sinewy thighs, the member itself was very impressive even if it was not anywhere near ready to service. When he turned his back to the future king, Noct admired every shadow jutting from his shoulderblade, each bone on his spine seemed to jut out from his stretched skin. And his bottom was a feast, round and tight.

Ignis cocked his eyebrow at the impressive sketches the prince was producing, beaming, "Excellent work Noctis! Your anatomy has improved from our intial sketchings."

Noct only thanked the mentor with a grunt, watching Prompto slump over a couch lazily and his eyelids half-close. He gazed to Noctis...and the prince finally noticed he was watching him as well. The model devilishly pressed a finger to his lips with a smirk and Noctis felt the heat rising around his cheeks once more. He enjoyed the playful nature the man spoke of, even in his silence. His body language was amazing, scuttering about with energy bursting from every pore. He bent in strange ways, and relaxed only for a few seconds.

Something was strange though...a barcode tattoo was placed upon his wrist open for the world to see. Noct focused his gaze to the arm, sketching in in great detail. Someone his age with a tattoo already? This guy was so interesting...and yet they hadn't even shared a word together. A fire set inside him...he had to ask him out for something.

"Luna..." He whispered sharply, "Is Loqi getting you back tonight?"

"Yeah it's Friday..."

"Alright."

"Why?"

"I think I'm gonna ask him out."

"What on a date?"

"Just...to get coffee.." He mumbled.

"You're totally falling for him aren't you?" She snickered, shoving his shoulder lightly. Ignis huffed at the two, and they went back to focusing. Time flew by.

The bell run and Noct's heart sunk as Prompto reached for his robe, placing it around his shoulders. He walked about the room, admiring the pictures that had been sketched of him. Noctis clasped his fist determined. He cleared his throat and smiled, approaching him with a handful of his pencils.

"What an honor..." Prompto told with sincerty in his tone, "Being approached by the Prince of Insomnia. What brings you to me today?"

"You...posed wonderfully..." Noct complimented, trying not to sound too creepy.

The blonde blushed, trying to hide his face a bit with the robe, "You think so? It's taken a lot of work to get to where I am now."

"That's awesome." Noct beamed. The two watched each other, unsure of what to say. Noct rubbed the back of his head, "you uh, doing anything tonight?"

"No..." Prompto urged.

"Wanna go get something out with me?"

"Like a date?" His eyes sparkled, "Sure!"

Noct could feel his heart race. prompto chuckled, "Let's do this when I have my clothes on though. By the way, out of all the sketches I liked yours the most."

He watched the boy skitter away and smirked, searching up the best places for a good bite to eat.