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last song: wherever you are by one ok rock

last series/movie: goodmorning call ⊹⁺⸜(ᐡ⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷⸝ᐡ)⸝⁺⊹

last thing i ate: chocolate cake !! n ice cream

last place i went: target LOL

last video game i played: minecraft~

last series / movie : obsession!

last thing i ate : churros

last place i went : asian mart !

last video game i played : tomodachi life :3

Last song: like i need you by keshi

Last series/movie: rewatched aot s4

Last thing I ate: strawberry ice cream!!

Last place I go to: uni 🫩

Last video game: roblox...

last song: come 2 me - uhm junghwa

last series/movie: tarot

last thing i ate: banana 🍌

last place i went: college

last video game: apex

last song: no luck - tiffany day 😛

last series/movie: law and order svu

last thing i ate: dried mango 🥭

last place i went: hmv

last video game: the sims

Last song: Mariah carey obsessed

Last series:hilda hurricane

Last thing i ate: coffee counts?

Last place i went: supermarket

Last video game: escape from the shadows

Tagging: @dadasimjaeyun @ni-kichromeheartzz @virtualfangs333 @anglholic @sunmoonnie @sunoovamp @miellette @tsumiinum @son13ic @angllvq @boyttde @lovedove00 @lunaflorel @jaesim @sakiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii @snoopymyung @unsvripted

(no pressure<3)

Last song:it's me illit

Last series: wensday

Last thing i ate: dounuts

Last place i went: university

Last video game: animal crossing

Tagging

Last song: Paw, paw - illit

Last series: If wishes could kill

Last thing I ate: pasta

Last place I went: airport

Last video game: poppy playtime 3

sorryyyy sweetiee 🥹🥹 also tysm for tagging meh

Last song: moths by conan gray

Last series: doctor slump

Last thing I ate: mango XD

Last place I went: shopping mall :3

Last video game: roblox (forced by my sis)

tagging: @cinnamxncrunch (cause free will :D), @thvwithpro, @lackingdopaminesince2007, @lluciboo, @spiritedghost4, @metioo

Ty for tagging <3

Last song: swim BTS

Last series: our blooming youth

Last thing I ate: salt and vinegar crisps

Last place I went: Tesco’s

Last video game: Roblox

Last Song : Make Some Noise for the Desi Boys (Hindi song btw)

Last Movie : Where Evil Lurks (Horror movie watched it at midnight)

Last Thing I ate : Chilly Paneer

Last Place I went : A mall in another city I was visting lol

Last Video Game : Rhythm Hive

Last song - Open arms (from epic)

Last movie - Descendants 2 prolly

Last thing I ate- Roti and Ladyfinger ki sabji (bhindi)

Last place I went to - The shell petrol pump

Last video game - Either valo (last year prolly) or pandemic on board game

Moots-

last song - currently listening to like real people do by hozier

last movie - uhhhh. uhhhhhhhh. I don’t actually know tbf, I think last movie was when I pirated fantastic beasts and where to find them because I missed my little crush on newt scamander ngl

last I ate - chive & onion twists. currently munching on them. yummy

last place I went to - corner store bcs I ran out of lipbalm

last video game - stardew valley I think??? or maybe minecraft. forgot which was last

Last song: Far Longer Than Forever - The Swan Princess soundtrack.

Last series/movie: Ron Kamonohashi's Forbidden Deduction

Last thing I ate: Fried chicken and rice

Last place I go to: A coffee shop near my apartment

Last video game: I don't recall playing a game these days. Does Duolingo counts?

Last song-"Des Fleurs" by Tove Lo and Stromae

Last series/movies-a movie-"Finding Emily", quite good tbh

Last thing I ate-Toast with Philadelphia spread

Last place I went to-Theatre yesterday

Last video game-not a gamer but I love the Solitaire on my phone🤣🤣

Last song: State side by pink pantheress

Last series/movie: House of the dragon

Last thing i ate: rice porridge with hard boiled eggs 😋

Last place i went to: the cinema!

Last video game i played: a cat merging game lmaoo

Participating cause it looks fun!

Last song: Faded (Raw) -Illest Morena

Last series/ movie: uhh High Potential or Shamless

Last thing I ate: Chocolate creme digestives

Last place I went to: The bathroom

enjin’s so fucking obsessed with fucking you full. — cw ; multiple rounds, dirty talk, breeding kink, masked sex, very very mild dubcon, enjin being enjin, MATING PRESS GANG

enjin had you bent over the edge of the couch in his private rooms. one tattooed arm wrapped around your waist, the other gripping your hip so tight you’d be for sure wearing the bruise of his hand for days. the radio blared quietly in the background - not that you could focus on anything coming from it. not even earlier when you pretended to hang out and listen until his lips found yours.

everything spiraled from there, and here you were now.

“fuck,” he groaned against your shoulder, his voice thick with want, “you don’t even know what you do to me, baby. the second you walked in wearing that little outfit? i knew i wasn’t gonna let you leave without filling you up.”

his words were filth wrapped in adoration. his hips slammed into yours from behind, the wet sound of your bodies colliding echoing in the dark room, rhythmic and obscene. he was so deep it made you dizzy. his cock dragged over every sensitive spot, every thrust claiming you, making you tremble.

“enjin,” you whined, gasping when he hit that perfect angle again. “too much—”

“too much?” he rasped darkly, breath ragged. “no baby. thats barely enough. gotta make sure it takes.”

🫦🫦

Recently I bought the ninth volume of Hirayasumi and I for some reason the narrator really stood out to me, so I wanted to try something like that. I think I might have over done the tell don't show, but oh well. Also Please forgive me guys, I know most of the backgrounds are like undercooked, but I was really losing my mind because I actually kind of hate colouring. I just cant force myself to fully render like five backgrounds. Then again maybe I should have just stuck to black and white if I didn't want to colour, haha.

FEAT. pro-hero CELLOPHANE & CHARGEBOLT

“eatin' real good, ass fat, i'm greedy,”

mdni cw: pussy eating

wc: 2k?

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

starting track….

“i don't want yo n*gga, he needy,”

denki k. ↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

“oh my god— let me get through the fucking door first.”

“oh, so-you-hate-me-and-you-want-me-to-die,” you silence denki, and his spew of stupidity with a single hand that cups his face and squishes his cheeks together.

he can be cute when he’s being a whiny bitch. the scrunch on his face turns into a pout, so you lay a teeny tiny peck on his lips before pushing him backwards so you can come through the doorway.

he had bitched and moaned all morning, it’s his one day off in the last, like, month, and you’re “leaving me already.”

oh, boo-hoo.

you knew he was gonna try and pull some sneaky shit, some stupid shit, so you took your sweet time coming home from work.

but your boy was antsy.

practically itching himself like an addict, rocking himself back and forth, all fucking day, waiting for you to get home.

you take a peak into the kitchen, at least he cleaned, no dishes in the sink, floor mopped, some leftovers on the stove for you, what a cutie.

but you don’t even get that far.

you don't even get to eat.

why should you, you didn’t let him eat this morning.

arguably, it's his fault for not waking up early enough to treat you before you left. you’re not the late type. well you can be, but you like sleeping so much your morning routine has been carefully crafted so that you have the bare minimum amount of time needed to get ready when you get up. and if he thought his little, annoying, blonde ass self, was going to disrupt that, he should think again.

so you left him like that, hard, pouting, itchy for five more minutes of your touch.

tough, fucking, luck.

you can’t indulge him, you give him an inch and he’ll take a fucking mile. you let him have one ‘last little smooch before you leave’ and then your panties are off before you even realise.

he’s always been like that. the worst combination of greed, always greedy, always hungry, and being so, what’s the word…charming, that he’s able to talk you into whatever he wants 99% of the time.

so you put your foot down, for once, and he’s so used to being spoiled.

annoying brat.

blowing up your phone the whole day, he missed you, missed you so bad he just had to send you twenty different pictures of his leaky dick.

flushed, pink, angry at you for leaving it in this state, and he always says his hands aren’t as nice, not as soft, they don’t know him as well as yours do.

“missed you so fucking much,” he murmurs into your ear, hands skirting round to feel up your chest. you’re still in your work clothes, sweaty from the day and from the journey home.

missed you? you can tell.

his hard, aching, cock slots itself into the crease of your ass, as he rocks back and forth, so fucking greedy. you haven’t even taken your shoes off yet, you’re still holding your bag, he can’t be serious.

you spin round and grab his face, again, and sneer, “i saw you this morning, stop fucking around.”

but that doesn’t do much to deter him, it makes it worse if anything. eyes misting over at the tone of your voice, the bite, the exasperation, and the way your soft fingers grip him, with force, with control.

he’s so fucking hard.

and you, his poor, exhausted, darling. so angry. so fed up.

he knows how to make you feel better.

lays you out flat on the couch, peppers your skin with apologies, with thanks. thanks for letting him touch you, thanks for being his, thanks for how, fucking, good you smell.

he inhales at the junction of your neck when he kisses you there, he thinks you can’t tell. the scent of your skin, the honeyed warmth of whatever body lotion you use, the traces of perfume, and of you.

you, you, you.

your sweat, your skin, it’s some crazy pheromone bullshit the way it makes his cock ache. god, he wants to smell you everywhere, wants to taste you everywhere, wants to lap up every inch of your skin, of your flesh, wants to lick it all up and drown in it.

pulling down your bottoms with haste, denki's fingers slide the fabric all the way down so it pools at your ankles, and stuffs his face into your panty-clad crotch so he can take a deep inhale.

fuuuuck.

shit, shit, he couldn’t put it into words, the way your scent makes his brain melt, slip out of his ears, flooding his senses with you and only you. he’s exactly where he wants to be, with you resting on your elbows and glaring down at him like he’s some sort of nuisance, like a pest, he has to restrain himself from making a mess all over the couch, again. instead focusing on making a mess out of you.

he mouths at your clothed pussy, slobbering all over the fabric, teasing your clit with his tongue, the dulled pressure making your toes curl as your legs come to wrap around his shoulders, and one hand fists his hair to push him deeper, closer.

you tsk at him like he’s a misbehaving dog, “if you’re gonna do it,” another shove of his head, “do it properly.”

you think he’s nodding, or maybe that just the movement of his tongue, lapping at the fabric, soaking your slit so your pussy clings to it, like he’s trying his best to suck out your juices from the damp cotton.

“nasty bastard,” the words are harsh, but the tone is breathless, a soft sigh, as you card your fingers through his soft blonde locks, twisting the hair around the digits, nails scratching at his scalp, “can’t even lemme have dinner first, huh?” punctuated by a yank of his head so he can face you.

his dazed amber eyes meet yours as he giggles, “m’sorry babe, m’gonna make it up to you, yeah?" as he kisses the crease of your thighs, over the fabric, below the fabric, "y’gonna let me? lemme make you feel good,” he murmurs into the soft creamy flesh of your inner thighs, leaving bruises in his wake.

“c’monnn,” he’s so hot when he’s trying to convince you to let him give you pleasure, “c’mon mama, it’ll be so good,” he kisses at your stomach, staring up at you, fake innocent puppy dog eyes that make you pulse, “just lemme have this first, then i’ll fix you a plate.”

“ain’t shit sweet but the pussy he eating,”

hanta s. ↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

it’s been a long day.

same routine, same business as usual but, for some reason, it hits him so much harder today.

he feels it every time he moves. in his shoulders first, that dull pull from overusing his tape all day, elbows stiff from swinging between buildings for hours straight, thighs sore from landing wrong one too many times. there’s a nasty knot in his lower back that’s been there since some concrete support beam nearly pancaked him during a rescue op last winter, and he's been skipping his physio.

that’s the feeling. the deep, marrow-level ache that settles into your bones after years of throwing your body around a city that never fucking sleeps.

his day started before sunrise, and he had to creep out of bed at four am. because his agency got called in for traffic management after some villain tore through the motorway barriers during a police chase. then paperwork, then patrol, then a proper emergency downtown.

he had to keep his head on straight for that, collapsed scaffolding, trapped civilians, tape anchored around snapped steel beams while emergency crews yelled directions over each other.

but now he's done, now he can rest for the day, now he can go home and have a sweet treat.

your thighs bracketing his head, his mouth moves like he’s starving. he’s been thinking about this all day. about you. about your juicy pussy. he tallied every hour at work, counted down every single minute until he could come home and eat.

“fuuuck, lemme get in there.”

he’s worked all day for this, tirelessly, dutifully, protecting the city, protecting civilians, and this is his reward. this is what he deserves.

“don’t even think about it sweetheart,” when you flinch, when you try to squirm out of his grip, how could you even think about leaving, not when needs you this badly. and god does he need you. needs your sloppy cunt all over his face. needs to rub his nose against your throbbing clit, needs you dripping down his chin, he wants to drown in it.

hanta’s on his knees.

as soon as he walked through the door he collapsed here, face first into your sweet pussy. mouth salivating, his body rutting against the bottom of the couch, he really has been thinking about this all day, about the meaty flesh of your thighs wrapping around his head and suffocating him. and now that he’s here, finally, it feels like he’s in a dream.

a dazed, drunken state, his shaggy black hair shaking with every movement of his mouth, of his tongue bullying its way in between your puffy pussy lips. and then his lips latch onto your clit, one harsh suck, and you’re spilling more and more of your delicious pussy juice into his greedy mouth.

it’s so fucking sweet, his fingers bruise the side of your thighs, he can barely hear you, hear how you whimper, hear how you moan for him, with how your thighs are acting as earmuffs. it’s a shame really, and he considers, briefly, on changing positions, just so he can hear the way your voice cracks when you call out his name. but he prefers this. prefers how easy it is to drink up each wave of cream that gushes out of you. and he likes how he can feel your legs shake like this, how you foot kicks at his back on a particularly malicious flick of his tongue. he likes how you anchor yourself onto him, how much you need him, how you've been craving this, the feeling of his mouth slurping up every last drop, just as much as he has.

if he passed out, right here, like this, and you got up, or moved, he would gain conscious back just to tell you to leave him there. he wants you to keep him here always, he's nothing but an instrument for your pleasure, he's nothing except what you need, a mouth, a tongue, some fingers. the desire to make you feel good is all consuming.

and he's so messy with it, so hungry and loud, god it's embarrassing, the wet smacks of his lips echoing throughout the room and intermingling with the shattered moans he’s pulling out of you. when you grip his hair, like a handle for a rollercoaster ride you can't stop, when you pull on it, he let's out a deep appreciating rumble that vibrates its way up your spine. his nose bumping against your clit, soaking his face in your essence, your scent infiltrating his brainwaves, making him stutter in his movements, making him drool.

the scratch of the stubble scattered across the surface of his chin rubs your pussy raw in the most delicious way. sends tingles all the way down to your toes, which in turn causes you to dig your heels into hanta’s sturdy back, which causes the cycle to repeat itself.

you could stay here forever, both of you blissed out after a long day. your back pressed into the couch by the firmness of his grip, the guardian of your pleasure, his big palms allow you to crumble into him and, well,

your pussy really is that sweet.

Ｅｎｊｏｙ!!

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.