#loverboy ludicrous

[dabihawksmybeloved]

i love seeing posts where its dabi and hawks but its switched in a way where

people think dabi is the stone cold silent type while hawks talks talks talks and loves people when IN REALITY

dabi his theater kid attention lacking ass goes public w his shit and is a dramatic mf while

hawks has been shoved in the spotlight too often too much and needs to be nonverbal sometimes and genuinely hates doing flashy things because its too much work

que dabi mumbling to hawks about the shit he went through when he was homeless like "this drunk girl just kept crying on me!" and hawks laying on dabi on tummy cooing to show hes listening <333

[zenchii]

I just can't imagine enjoying tua s4 even if you did ship five and lila. Yes, they get ""romantic"" moments together, but every single one of those moments has both of them completely stripped of their DEFINING qualities

[en-vys]

mammon - lectures.

summary: you promised mammon that if he finished his homework for once, or listened to his teachers lectures you’d take him out for a date.

warnings: sfw, mild flirting, suggestive themes, substitute teacher!reader x student!mammon, age gap… idk how old mammon is but you are 25 in human years, mc is another character referred multiple times as “human” or “the other one” original obey me, very much ooc mammon, loverboy mammon

“HEY I JUST think that you should go out with me y’know.” ‘just great. another flirty student, i thought they’d be a bit decent but then again its like im in hell’ you rolled your eyes as you called on another student

“simeon? what do you think the french could’ve done better to resolve the whole infestation with the plague?” he looks at you intently for a minute before starting “ms. l/n i have no intentions of being rude but who are the french?”

‘oh right. i’m not in the overworld anymore.’ “never mind then, i apologize.” the bell rings, indicating the students may leave and go to their next classes.“hey, y/n.” ‘are you serious right now’ you think as you continue skimming through pages of work

“yes mr. mammon. and it’s ms. l/n to you.” he shrugs it off and continues walking up to you “when are you free so i can take you out? y’know show you around and such…” giving him your most “sincerest” smile you say “no thank you, your brother lucifer has offered to show me around personally.”

“o-oh really?” he seemed a bit shocked. “well yes,” you continued “since you are busy with the other human in this realm.” you didn’t even need to look at him to feel the flusteredness of the poor demon.

“when can i ever take you on a date! please! i know almost everybody at this damned school! please!” you snickered “mr. mammon your classes-” “your class is my last class. or have you forgetten ma’am?”

“you are an interesting student mammon.” you say, placing your glasses onto the top of your head. “but you.” placing a finger towards his heart, “you seem to be rather… how do i say this..” his eyes start to sparkle, “hot, steamy, rich, hot, smart, rich, oh did i mention that i’m rich?”

“ludicrous. thats the word!” you say snapping your fingers, his smile fading into a look of displeasure.. almost as if he was pouting.. “ms. l/n~” mammon groaned. “i want to take you out on a date! it’s not like iwanttomarryyouordateoranything”

mumbling the last part as he went to the other side of your desk, propping a chair next to you. “i want you. i may look young but i am older than you!” you look at him, shaking your head “i’ll go out with you. the next time i sub for your teacher.”

his eyes gleamed in happiness, “really?” you nodded, shocked as you felt a small peck on your cheek as he giggled in his seat. “but.. you must promise me to listen to your teachers lectures and finish all your homework- and no. you cannot use anybody to help you besides lucifer. and. AND. I will have people check on you.”

he seemed disgusted by your rules, but overall pleased with the fact that you agreed to let him take you out. “i promise!” that was all you needed to hear from him. “see you then, mammon. and say hello to the human for me. it takes awhile to get used to being here”

he nods, as he exits the classroom. thanking you once more. chanting, “thank you ms. l/n !” on and on hearing once he reached the end of the hallway “i got a date with ms. l/n !”

[justforbooks]

Metropolis is a 1927 German expressionist science-fiction drama film directed by Fritz Lang. Written by Thea von Harbou in collaboration with Lang, it stars Gustav Fröhlich, Alfred Abel, Rudolf Klein-Rogge,and Brigitte Helm. Erich Pommer produced it in the Babelsberg Studios for Universum Film A.G. (UFA). The silent film is regarded as a pioneering science-fiction movie, being among the first feature-length movies of that genre. Filming took place over 17 months in 1925–26 at a cost of more than five million Reichsmarks.

Made in Germany during the Weimar period, Metropolis is set in a futuristic urban dystopia and follows the attempts of Freder, the wealthy son of the city master, and Maria, a saintly figure to the workers, to overcome the vast gulf separating the classes in their city and bring the workers together with Joh Fredersen, the city master. The film's message is encompassed in the final inter-title: "The Mediator Between the Head and the Hands Must Be the Heart".

Metropolis met a mixed reception upon release. Critics found it visually beautiful and powerful – the film's art direction by Otto Hunte, Erich Kettelhut, and Karl Vollbrecht draws influence from Bauhaus, Cubist, and Futurist design, along with touches of the Gothic in the scenes in the catacombs, the cathedral and Rotwang's house – and lauded its complex special effects, but accused its story of being naive. H. G. Wells described the film as "silly", and The Encyclopedia of Science Fiction calls the story "trite" and its politics "ludicrously simplistic". The film's alleged Communist message was also criticized.

The film's extensive running time also came in for criticism, and Metropolis was cut substantially after its German premiere, with a large portion of Lang's original footage removed. Many attempts have been made since the 1970s to restore the film. In 1984, Italian music producer Giorgio Moroder released a truncated version with a soundtrack by rock artists including Freddie Mercury, Loverboy, and Adam Ant. In 2001, a new reconstruction of Metropolis was shown at the Berlin Film Festival. In 2008, a damaged print of Lang's original cut of the film was found in a museum in Argentina. After a long restoration process that required additional materials provided by a print from New Zealand, the film was 95% restored and shown on large screens in Berlin and Frankfurt simultaneously on 12 February 2010.

Metropolis is now widely regarded as one of the greatest and most influential films ever made, ranking 35th in Sight & Sound's 2012 critics' poll. In 2001 the film was inscribed on UNESCO's Memory of the World Register, the first film thus distinguished.

Metropolis was distributed by Parufamet, a company formed in December 1925 by the American film studios Paramount Pictures and Metro Goldwyn Mayer to loan $4 million (US) to UFA. The film had its world premiere at the UFA-Palast am Zoo in Berlin on 10 January 1927, where the audience, including a critic from the Berliner Morgenpost, reacted to several of the film's most spectacular scenes with "spontaneous applause". However, others have suggested the premiere was met with muted applause interspersed with boos and hisses.

At the time of its German premiere, Metropolis had a length of 4,189 metres, which is approximately 153 minutes at 24 frames per second (fps). UFA's distribution deal with Paramount and MGM "entitled [them] to make any change [to films produced by UFA] they found appropriate to ensure profitability". Considering that Metropolis was too long and unwieldy, Parufamet commissioned American playwright Channing Pollock to write a simpler version of the film that could be assembled using the existing material. Pollock shortened the film dramatically, altered its inter-titles and removed all references to the character of Hel, because the name sounded too similar to the English word Hell, thereby removing Rotwang's original motivation for creating his robot. Pollock said about the original film that it was "symbolism run such riot that people who saw it couldn't tell what the picture was about. ... I have given it my meaning." Lang's response to the re-editing of the film was to say "I love films, so I shall never go to America. Their experts have slashed my best film, Metropolis, so cruelly that I dare not see it while I am in England." The Hel storyline would be partially restored in Giorgio Moroder's 1984 version, and subsequent versions completely restored it.

In Pollock's cut, the film ran for 3,170 metres, or approximately 116 minutes—although a contemporary review in Variety of a showing in Los Angeles gave the running time as 107 minutes, and another source lists it at 105 minutes. This version of Metropolis premiered in the United States in March 1927, and was released, in a slightly different and longer version (128 minutes) in the United Kingdom around the same time with different title cards.

Alfred Hugenberg, a German nationalist businessman, cancelled UFA's debt to Paramount and Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer after taking charge of the company in April 1927, and chose to halt distribution in German cinemas of Metropolis in its original form. Hugenberg had the film cut down to a length of 3,241 metres (about 118 minutes), broadly along the lines of Pollock's edit, removing the film's perceived "inappropriate" communist subtext and religious imagery. Hugenberg's cut of the film was released in German cinemas in August 1927. Later, after demands for more cuts by Nazi censors, UFA distributed a still shorter version of the film (2,530 metres, 91 minutes) in 1936, and an English version of this cut was archived in the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) film library in the 1930s. It was this version which was the basis of all versions of Metropolis until the recent restorations. In 1986 it was recopied and returned to Germany to be the basis of the 1987 Munich Archive restoration.

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[outerbxnks]

boneyard keggers - jj maybank

word count: 1.8k

pairing: jj maybank x reader

warnings: swearing, drinking. typical obx parties.

a/n: just finished writing + editing and it’s 5am so my brain is fried, please excuse errors! (also i suck at titles LMFAO)

requested: n/a

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you brought the drink to your lips, allowing the burning liquid to make its way down your throat as you swayed happily to the music with your newfound friend, sarah. you’d just recently moved to the outer banks and were currently at your very first (supposedly notorious) boneyard kegger.

you quickly downed the remaining beer in your cup, and you figured since it was your first time at a kegger, you wanted to make it a night to remember. “i’m gonna go get another drink!” you told sarah, motioning to your cup. she shrugged, turning to her boyfriend and waving you off easily. you smirked, pushing your way through the crowd of strangers towards the large keg situated off to the side.

fresh drink in hand, you looked back to where your friend once stood, and noticed she and topper had both disappeared. shrugging, you moved to stand in a more secluded area, sipping at your drink. you didn’t mind being alone, in fact, it was nice. you loved sarah, but her friends (and boyfriend) were a lot. always going on about dirty pogues and whatnot, and a few names in particular stuck out, mainly some boys named john b and jj. not that you listened to their bullshit, anyways.

suddenly, you heard a commotion and pulled yourself up, trying to see what was happening. before you could even blink, a tall body came crashing into you, nearly knocking you right off your feet with the amount of alcohol in your system. “watch it!” you exclaimed, and he looked at you and back in the direction he’d come from anxiously, licking his lips. he glanced back at you, and then at the bucket hat situated on your head that you’d chosen to wear for the night. he seemed to ponder something, before he quickly snatched your hat right off of you.

you gasped in surprise, but before you could protest but he grabbed your hand, pulling you with him. “what are you doing?!” you demanded, trying to fight against him, though it was no use. he was incredibly strong, and you could barely stand up as it was. he ran with you in tow, choosing to ignore your questions. you arrived at the tree line, and you opened your mouth to speak, but he was quick to silence you with his lips on yours, pushing you and pinning you against a tree.

“where’d that piece of shit go?” an angered voice called out, and you heard what you assumed to be the footsteps of a group of people.

“who cares rafe, let’s just go back to the beach!” you recognized sarah’s pleading voice, faintly. you couldn’t process much else however, as you were currently occupied forcibly kissing a stranger.

“he couldn’t have gone far, he’s gotta be here!” the voice seemed to get closer to you, and you were sure by now they could see the outlines of your figures, making out against the tree. it was dark enough that they couldn’t see much more, though.

“rafe, look at them. they’re probably just some tourons getting it on! let’s just go man.” topper, you assumed.

“fine.” rafe finally muttered, and the group left. the boy who had you pinned pulled away from you then, peering out and ensuring the group had fully left. you attempted to catch your breath and blinked to process what had just happened. you’d certainly sobered up with the situation, but you were still beyond confused. he looked relieved, and you finally pushed him off of you.

he seemed to forget about you momentarily because he stumbled back, looking at you in surprise. “who the fuck do you think you are?” you snapped, and he took a step back, hands raised in the air in surrender.

“woah, there- calm down.” he tried, but you weren’t having any of it.

“calm down? some boy i’ve never met nearly runs me over, then proceeds to steal my hat, drag me into the fucking woods and then pins me against a tree and kisses me without my permission? what part of that should i be calm about?” you ranted, and he seemed to realize how poorly he’d thought his plan through.

“shit, you make it sound really bad when you say it like that.” at your unamused expression, his tone turned more serious. “i’m sorry, okay? you saw! i was being chased by a bunch of guys, and you happened to be my only idea of escape.” he explained, and you scoffed.

“whatever, if i leave are you going to chase me down too, or can i just go back to the party?” you asked sarcastically, and he opened his mouth (presumably to speak), before he decided otherwise, instead shaking his head and gesturing that you could leave. you turned to do so, making your way towards the crowd.

“hey, wait!” he called out, and you turned around with a huff, quirking a brow. “uh, thanks for at least.. you know. not making a scene when they were right there. i owe you one.” he scratched the back of his neck, and you looked at him ludicrously.

“uh.. you’re welcome?” your confusion was evident and you weren’t really sure how to respond. you two stared at each other for a moment, unspeaking. after a long, awkward moment you were desperate to break the tense silence, so you spoke up. “why were those guys after you, anyways?” you asked curiously, and he smirked.

“they came to get drinks at the keg, and i filled their cups with vinegar instead of vodka. can’t say they were too pleased.” he reminisced, and you gave him a ‘what the fuck?’ look. he laughed, “they’re bad guys, don’t worry. you should probably stay away from them.”

you scoffed, “oh please. i already know them. topper thornton and rafe cameron, resident rich assholes of the obx.” you confirmed, and he turned to you, confused. he now had the chance to properly look you over, and his face hardened once he caught sight of your clothes.

“you’re a kook.” he stated, his tone flat. you were confused at his sudden mood swing, until his words settled in and realization dawned on you.

“you must be a pogue.” he nodded, and you waited a moment. when he didn’t speak, you crossed your arms defiantly at his harsh gaze. “is there an issue?”

it was his turn to scoff, looking at you with distaste. “pogues and kooks don’t exactly get along.”

“you seemed fine a few minutes ago when you knew nothing about me. “i owe you one”, remember that? i just saved your ass from getting beat up, do you want me to go find them? i’m sure they’d be glad to pick up where you left off.” you spat, fed up with his attitude. he tensed, and after a moment deflated, giving into your intense expression.

“fine, you’re right. doesn’t change the fact that this can’t be any more than a one-time thing.” he muttered, and you quirked a brow, smirking.

“did you want it to be more than a one time thing?” you teased, and he flushed, turning away from you. “my name's y/n. how about you, oh-so mysterious stranger?”

he chuckled, and you noticed yourself really enjoying his company. “i’m jj.” he said simply, and you burst out laughing. he stared at you blankly.

“sorry, sorry- it’s just- of course you are. topper warned me about you. and i can see why; you’re clearly nothing but trouble.” you said thoughtfully, and jj arched a brow, teasingly.

“if i’m trouble, why are you still here?” he asked, stepping closer to you. you took a step back, he took a step forward. next thing you knew, you found yourself right back where you started, back to a tree and the handsome blonde trapping you against it. this time however, you didn’t object.

“well, lucky enough for you.. i like trouble.” you whispered, leaning closer to him. he caught on, quickly meeting you halfway in a heated kiss. this one was much more enjoyable than the first, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer.

you broke the kiss only for air, and smiled up at the boy in front of you. you went to lean in again, but your phone ringing pulled your attention. not moving from your position in jj’s arms, you pulled it out of your pocket, seeing sarah’s name illuminating the screen. “shit.” you muttered, motioning for him to be quiet as you answered the phone. “hey sarah!”

“y/n, where are you? we’re heading home, rafe has a girl with him, so we gotta go. you don’t wanna get on his bad side.” you rolled your eyes. “i’ll meet you guys at the car in 5.” you assured her and hung up, not giving her a chance to respond. you turned your attention back to jj, and pouted. “looks like our time is up, loverboy.”

he shrugged, reaching down and snatching your phone out of your hand. you reached for it, but he held it high, only returning the device when he was done fiddling with it. looking down, you saw he’d put his number in your phone. “text me?”

you smiled brightly, leaning up and kissing his cheek, before slipping under the arm trapping you between his body and the tree. “will do.” you winked, walking backwards slowly. you gave a final waved before turning around fully and making your way up the beach.

“y/n wait!” jj called, running after you. you turned, and he pulled your bucket hat off his head and offered it to you. “you forgot this.” he smiled sheepishly, and you took it from his hands, but to his surprise, you only placed it gently back on his head.

“keep it. it looks better on you, anyways.” you winked, before quickly walking away, knowing if you were late then you’d be asked too many questions. jj watched your leaving figure in awe, shaking off his stupid smile and making his way back to his friends.

“y/n, there you are! finally, let’s go!” sarah whined, and you rolled your eyes, climbing in the back seat of topper’s car, the rest of the group piling in as well. “hey, what happened to your hat?” she asked curiously, and you waved her off, leaning your head on her shoulder.

“i have no idea, but who cares, it’s just a hat.” you mumbled, and she shrugged, turning her attention to a conversation with topper, and you pulled out your phone, making sure no one was paying attention as you texted jj.

“when can i see you again?”

you shut off the phone, looking out the window at the passing landscapes with a single thing on your mind, a distant smile found its way onto your lips. a buzzing in your hand caused you to lift the device, the bright screen illuminating your face.

“how does tomorrow at noon sound?”

you were definitely never going to forget your first boneyard kegger.

[deans-baby-momma]

Wounded Hearts 9

Liisbon, NH  Dean's POV 

The next day, Caleb called Dad with another case. There was a haunting in New Hampshire so we packed up our bags and headed Northeast. The whole drive was filled with tension and silence.

The witness, Ms. Ramirez wasn’t very helpful with the details; I could tell she was holding something back and from Dad’s stance I knew he sensed it too.

Another thing both he and I took notice of was the way she was eyeballing me. It was like she was undressing me with her eyes. I felt uncomfortable and exposed, although I was dressed in my phony FBI getup. 

As we leave the Ramirez residence and get in the car, Dad starts the engine and says, “Son, I have a plan.”

The plan, come to find out, was completely ludicrous and preposterous. I was totally caught off guard.

“You’ve got to be joking,” I beg, hoping the old man was kidding. The look in his eye tells me he isn't. “You want me to do what!?!”

“It was plainly obvious she wanted you Dean,” he tells me from the chair at the table.  “Go back over there and try to get her to open up. Loosen her up, get her to talk. I’ll walk back to the hotel and try to take some sense into your brother.”

“But dad,” I whine. Yes, I am practically an adult but I still whined like a child. “What if she wants to….go all the way?” Why am I acting like such a kid?! God, grow a pair Dean!

“Then do it,” dad says resolutely. “Give her the ride of a lifetime. You’re a Winchester. I’m sure you’ll figure out what to do to rock her world.” The smile he gives me is crass and downright crude. “I have faith in you son.”

On the whole drive back across town, my palms are sweaty and I am a nervous wreck. How am I supposed to do this? I’m glad Dad has faith in me because I know I’m going to fuck this up. I’ve had one sexual experience and it wasn’t obscene and raunchy like Dad has hinted this needs to be; me and Rebecca had been more awkward and clumsy. I’m not the sex god Dad seemed to think I am.

I shake my head as the images of Becks under me invade my thoughts. It wasn’t special to her like it was to me. She had proven that the next day when she ignored me in first period. Thankfully, Dad had come to pick Sam and I up before I made a bigger fool of myself. What I thought was intimate and personal was the opposite for her. She saw me as just some guy who was stupid enough to fuck her and get the act of losing her virginity out of the way. 

I walk up to the ornate door of the Ramirez home and ring the bell, giving myself an internal pep talk the whole time. ‘You can do this Dean. Dad has faith in you. All you have  to do is talk. Maybe she won’t try anything. Maybe you can get her to open up without, well...opening up. God now you’re thinking of an older woman’s vagina. Great!’

The door opens and there she stands. She smiles as she steps back to let me enter. I walk across the threshold. She closes the door before she turns to me. 

“I told you everything I know, agent,” she begins.

“I know,” I say tentatively. It’s now or never. “I just…..I noticed there were some vibes between us earlier.” ‘Vibes?! Vibes? Good god Dean get it together.'  I clear my throat before I continue. “Some sexual tension. And don’t think I didn’t notice the teasing glances you threw my way. I just…..I took my partner back to our room and thought I’d come see if I was correct.”

The way Ms. Ramirez’s whole body softens and she sighs, tells me I hit the proverbial nail on the head. 

“Oh agent. I was hoping you would get the hint,” she says stepping toward me and grabbing my hand. “You are handsome and sexy and I couldn’t believe my eyes when you walked in. My whole body vibrated with want.”

“Well, I’m here now,” I say lowly, hoping and praying that my words sound confident and convincing.

“Yes, you are,” Ms. Ramirez says as she drags me toward the back of the house. “Tell me agent, just how old are you?”

“20 ma’am,” I answer without thinking. Shit, I hope I didn’t just blow this. But I know she wouldn’t believe that I was an agent at the age of 18. 

“Ah, a probie huh? So Probie agent…..you have had sex right? You’re not holding out for a special someone back at home, are you?”

“No ma’am. I mean, yes I've had sex but there isn't someone waiting for me," I add in quickly 

By this time we are at the doorway to her room. I can see over her shoulder, there is a king sized bed with a dark purple comforter with golden trim and a headboard covered in the same material.

“Enough with this Ma’am crap. My name is Monica. Now as much as I like the anonymity, I want to know what name to call out later.”

"It’s D-Dean ma-Monica,” I stutter.

“Dean. Mmm, I like it. One syllable is easier to chant as I’m cumming.”

Before I know it, Monica has me undressed and lying flat on the bed. My dick is throbbing and twitching against my belly as I watch her undress herself.

"I can't wait to have you fill me up," she says,as she unhooked the snap holding her hose up. She eyes my manhood and I can't help but blush.

"Now now. What's with the embarrassment? Hasn't anyone ever ogled your cock? It is a mighty fine specimen. "

"N-not really."

She stops her movements and looks at me. "Dean, how many times have you fucked?"

"A lot," I blurt out quickly but then I truthfully answer her when she quirks an eyebrow at me. "Once."

Monica smiles predatorily as she finishes taking off her lingerie.

"Ah practically a virgin," she boasts as she crawls on the foot of the bed. She wraps her hand around my shaft and my eyes threaten to roll; this is the first time someone other than myself has touched it. 

Her hand is so soft and silky smooth against the sensitive skin. She runs her tiny fist up, twisting right below the head. I hold back the whimper threatening to bubble out of my chest. 'Get a grip Dean!'

I watch as she settles beside me, her dainty hand working up and down my length. She leans forward and licks the tip and I sigh.  Fuck that felt good.

But the embarrassment I felt before, when she was looking at my dick is nothing compared to now. As soon as her lips envelope me and I feel her warm breath and wet tongue, I explode! My cum fills her mouth, some of it dribbling out the side and down my shaft. 

Shit! Shit! Shit! Oh god kill me now. 

Instead of being upset or angry, Monica swallows my load with a smile and licks up the cum that spilled out.

"Wow!" she exclaims as she pulls off me. "That's never happened before. Your first blowjob, I presume?"

I nod and then shakenly answer, "Y-yea."

"Well then. Since you got yours, it's my turn."

I look at her and then look at my rapidly softening dick. How the hell am I supposed to fuck her with a flaccid member?

"Oh honey," Monica smiles at the confusion on my face. "That isn't the only thing I can ride. I'm gonna defile that handsome face."

She straddles my chest and I lift my head to see. Her dripping pussy is soaking me; her outer lips glistening with her arousal.

"Now since you've never had a blowjob I'm gonna take a chance and predict you've never eaten pussy, have you?"

"Uh no," I say honestly. "But I want to."

I place my hands on her ass and nudge her toward me. Monica smiles and before I know it her damp cunt is in my face.

"Now stick your tongue out and trace along my slit."

I do as she instructs and lick her dampened folds. The taste is sweet and tangy and I'm already addicted. It is better than any top shelf liquor. 

Monica starts undulating her hips, basically riding my face so I breach her pussy with the tip and she moans.

"Oh god. Fuck! You are a natural. Now suck on my clit." I do and she continues her praising. "Damn, fuck! Shit, that feels good."

In a bout of confidence,  I drag my hand from her ass and quickly find her entrance with my middle finger. Slowly and gently I slide into her as she throws her head back. "YES!"

Before long, I'm suckling her swollen nub and am buried to the second knuckle of my index and middle finger, wiggling them and pulling them out before pushing back in.

I feel her walls contract and flutter around me and she grabs the hair on each side of my head. 

"Don't stop what you're doing," she commands looking down at me. "I'm going to cum all over your face."

All I can do is hum an affirmative.

She begins rolling her hips and grinds down my me as I slide my fingers in to the last knuckle. I curl them in a come hither motion and that's all it takes. 

Monica screams my name, pulling my hair as her release streams out onto my chin and dribbles down my neck.

She lays back with her knees still at my shoulders and I lean up, pecking a kiss to her clit. She shudders and chuckles.

"Can't get enough now can you loverboy?"

"Never."

After we clean up, Monica and I lay in the bed, snuggled up with her head on my chest. Her fingers are drawing random patterns across my chest.

"It was a vampire," she whispers and then stills, her body tense. 

"Don't worry," I assure her. "We'll take care of it. "

Monica lifts her head and looks at me, astonished.

"You believe me?"

"Yea, vamps do exist. As do ghosts and werewolves. That's what we do; we hunt things that people don't believe in."

The next day, Dad and I use the Intel that Monica gave me and take out the small nest on the outskirts of Lisbon before we take off for the next case.

Monica Ramirez would definitely go down in the books as someone worth remembering. 

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hawks and his bird traits again dabihawks edition <333 as hawks spends more time w the league he slowly starts to unmask his bird traits hawks (animals) typically like to nest in high wide places so hawks is usually on the roof or in big rooms and dabi is just used to big rooms in general but adapted to small rooms , ac are usually found in the upper part of the building so these two get the biggest chilliest room hawks is weak to cold weather , thats why a big coat is apart of his hero outfit but dabi is weak to heat because of reis genes so when theyre in the room together theyll cuddle , dabi being able to heat hawks up and the room is chilled enough for dabi hawks tends to fly high but he started stooping for dabi without realizing , he does it to people he wants to show off to but w dabi its more aerial and majestic and w more effort , dabi asks why hawks does air tricks so much and hawks is just like " oh haha habit hotstuff " and internally hes dying because hes stooping for dabi , a criminal hawks tends to get hurt during hero work and he gets into torpor in the winter so dabi takes care of him and warms him up and feeds him hawks preens dabi in return making sure his NOT mate is clean and well and healthy dabi : is shiny hawks : loves shiny <33

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im in a fluffy dabihawks mood <333

hawks unlearning his human mask and he starts collecting the prettiest sticks and rocks and putting it around dabis room

dabi : birdie ....

hawks : hmm ?? * rearranging the sticks *

dabi : these track wayyy to many viruses for * gestures to himself * this to catch

hawks : * distracted * mmm i know i cleaned them

dabi : * deadass confusion *

hawks : yeah i cleaned them i dont want my mate getting ill

dabi :

hawks : ?

dabi : * grabs hawks and burries his face and hands * birdie ...

hawks : * chirps surprised and then settles in happily *

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im so glad dabihawks tumblr is still active asf from the pov of someone who has an account and someone who doesnt because i have a friend who has reddit and they looked at the dabihawks activity and GOD ITS DYING literally left 2023 (or im just being overdramatic the latests were one month and more) and i dont have twitter, instas deffo dead, tiktok i cant sort it by newest while i dont have an acc so YIPPEE FOR GAY PEOPLE

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dabihawks as systems

hawks deserves to have just like a day of him talking to his headmates, asking them questions howre they, theres gonna be arguements ofc like if its even real, but it is

dabi deserves to stfu and let his headmates talk for once, they know cremate would talk so theyre shutting them up too, dabi and cremate are like twins its INFURIATING and so the others have a day for them only <3

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thinking about hawks working and working and working hes constantly working even when hes in his apartment hes thinking of work and training himself and to be the best everyday his life has always been work even if it may seem like hes relaxing his mind never strays awake from the next person he has to save or the next villain he has to fight the lov was supposed to be another piece of work another piece to the puzzle of being able to be free so why was it that each day passing each game night each time he spoke and laugh why was it that he felt genuine ?? hawks realizing the lov just needed a home directed and manipulated by the true evil and maybe he finds out hes one of them

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i wish my plural dabihawks post got more attention that my gay ass dabi post but oh well </3 pspspsps https://www.tumblr.com/iheartdabihawks/739272683603296256 its a good post i swear ;]]

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tumblr stop deleting my plural dabihawks posts challenge

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i wanna chew them up and swallow them, beat their asses, and cry about them until they either kiss and make up or drown in their sorrows