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Ines as Your Girlfriend — Headcanons
Warnings: fluff, i think that’s about it!
Author’s Note: excuse my tardiness honey bun! thank you for your patience ml 😇
Nesh gives me softie vibes and I feel like she would plan the best dates.
Think art classes, pottery, picnics, hiking, anything like that where you guys can cultivate something together. I feel like she wouldn’t believe that dates have to be super expensive to be super duper special.
She wants to help you get to know her culture!
Nesh would definitely tell you little facts and invite you to try different foods.
Imagine she walks into the bedroom of your shared apartment with a beaming smile. You’re freshly showered, occupied with doing your hair.
Inês approaches you with a beaming smile and a plastic bag with words in bright red plastered on the front. “I got us food, baby.”
“Yeah?” You inquire. “What is it? Smells good,” your hands rake through your hair as you speak.
Inês leans against the countertop of the vanity, her eyes focused on you, holding a loving gaze. She always appreciated that you were eager to try whatever she brought home.
“It’s called feijoada. It’s a type of stew, but it’s like creamy. I got us rice to eat with it,” she explained.
“Okay,” you beam. “I’m excited. Do you want to watch that new documentary, too?”
Inês’ left arm reaches up and her palm cups your cheek, her thumb stroking the surface. Subconsciously you lean into her touch, loving the warm feeling. “Of course. You’re almost done”? She motions to the sections of your hair.
You nod, “yup. Then I’m all yours.”
“You’re mine before and after that.”
You guys definitely *pretend* that you can sing together. You both sound horrible, but it’s the thought that counts.
She has a shrine dedicated to you in her room, I swear.
I’m talking polaroids all over the wall (including posters if you’re an athlete), any type of memorabilia of you she has there. I feel like she’d steal a pair of socks or something to add to it.
Road trips are the norm.
I absolutely adore the idea of Passenger Princess Nesh. The only problem is that she’s going to eat all of the snacks before you get any 🌚. She’s definitely reliable though, Inês would talk to you the whole time + make sure that you never miss an exit. You can excuse her excessive snacking, she needs her fuel.
You go to her orthodontist appointments with her.
I just feel like this would be really cute 😩 you don’t have to go, but you do and she loves it! You’ll pick out the colors for them and just sit in. I feel like there are chances a dental assistant will do something Inês doesn’t like, but you would notice and take up for her.
“Hey,” you say. “You’re hurting her, be a little more gentle.”
(my orthodontist literally stabbed me in my gums once like 🥲 OUCH)
Nesh is clingy and loves PDA.
She wants to hold hands, kiss you, play with your hair, keep her arm around your waist, anything. She’s touchy, but not in a bad or overly sexual way. She just likes physical touch!
You two could be lounging and she’ll put one of her legs in your lap just because. Bonus points if you give her a massage.
She’s honest if you have a not-so-bright idea.
“Okay, T.H.I.N.K. to yourself. Is it T, true? Or H, helpful? What about I, inspiring? N—“
“Never mind I don’t even want to do it anymore.”
#meech la major#meech’s thoughts#uconn wbb#inês bettencourt x reader#inês bettencourt#gonzaga#gonzaga wbb#paige bueckers#paige bueckers x reader#kk arnold#kk arnold x reader#paige bueckers x oc
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@zloslwy requested for The Corinthian: At Corinthian, 💬 be nice to me. ( Send "💬 + a command" and my muse will do whatever they were told! / accepting !! )
“...” The nightmare puts on his most fake smile of the century, and steps forward to ruffle Miecz’ hair. “——how nice would you like me to be? Uncomfortably nice? So close that you’re sweating buckets kind of nice? Invading your personal space nice?”
#[ ic. the corinthian — we kill to kill ]#[ ans. the corinthian — you called forth a dream ; you caught yourself a nightmare ]#[ v. main — the nightmare unleashed ]#zloslwy#( oh meech )#( u thought this would be good huh )
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Oh no, Olivier is cute
#Meech's writer talks#*edit: now that we see Olivier out there I'm afraid it's a crush dear sir*#*Certainly Meech's thoughts now*#*he doesn't know it's a crush since he's never had one on a boy before*
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I wanted to test if I can tell Meeche's story like this, in a comic format. The anwser is no, because I don't have enough patience to clean up things lol, I draw a lot but I hate when one thing takes a long time. But I saved sketches at least. Excuse my weird writing, it was a draft without much thought.
This was supposed to take place in Meeche's youth, like 50~ years ago. He was a menace to everyone even when he was a young lad, constantly running away and then leading enemies or predators to his home (by a complete accident).
Usually he was running away to bother meeches, because he's greatly fascinated by these predators. Most of the time he ended up with wounds, but it never stopped him.
The page above is a bit cleaned up and those below are not, so beware of my sketches lol.
I didn't put it all together nicely lol but you can get out of this how those two communicated usually.
Ordalie... He's a Shrykull shaman and leader of the tribe. He took Meech under his wing, because he thinks that a blind mud can't be a warrior and needs someone to look after him and also shaman needed someone to continue his work. Meech was a perfect candidate.
Ordalie has some type of soldier personality, being strict and committed to discipline. To Meech, he was also something of a role model or even parental figure (as much as mudokons know who parents are), so Meech really reminds of Ordalie a lot, especially when he gets old and snarky.
About his name, Nelke... It is his real name, but he calls himself Meech. When he was captured and put to work in Necrum mines, he couldn't stop talking about meeches to his fellow mudokons so they gave him this nickname. And he liked it a lot.
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HONEY. | LIL MEECH
Thank you all for the support on the last chapter! Even if it was just one note I still would of been happy! Enjoy chapter two 🫶🏾.
chapter two.
"𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨." -Eli Sostre, circa 2021.
10:30 AM
Khaleesi woke up the following morning with bags under her eyes, she was exhausted. The night life had its disadvantages but, she loves going out with Kali and helping her. The atmosphere, the people, the feeling of adrenaline. She couldn't get enough of it, it was like going on an adventure. She rolls out of bed and squints her eyes, the sunlight shining through her room was beautiful but blinding. The plain top that she has on reaches down to the middle of her thigh, her ass fills out the bottom of the shirt nicely.
She yawns, the pink thongs that she wears shows for a brief moment. Her black hair was all over the place, strands of it sticking to the side of her cheek. Khaleesi's feet were now stuck to the floor as she realizes she couldn't move, not even an inch. Her eyes remain gazing at Kamari's through the mirror in front of her. The small smile on his face said more than she could say in this moment.
"How did you find me-," He gets up quickly and pushes her gently into the wall. His finger over his mouth as he shushes her, his calm demeanor told her that he was not here to play games. Leesi's eyes began to water, her bottom lip quivering as she looks down at the gun from last night still in his waistband. "Please don't-"
"Baby, there's no reason to cry. I'm not here to hurt you." He wipes her eyes and she gradually calms down, her eyes blinking away the rest of the tears. "I just wanna know why you didn't tell me who you were at first. I had to do my own searching cause me... I know everybody that needs to be known up in this city. You and your sister, y'all new." Khaleesi watches as he sits on her bed, his voice echoing around the tall walls.
"You out here living in the suburbs and shit, you must be important. Come to find out, a nigga ain't ever seen you," Kamari stands back up to walk over and push a piece of hair behind her ear, "because you with the enemies." His voice was filled with bass, it tingled her ears.
"I don't want anything to do with you, I wasn't trying to get you in trouble. I have nothing to do with what my brother does." He creases his eyebrows together and shakes his head. "What?" Khaleesi says softly, her eyes traveling down to the bold tattoo stretched across the front part of his neck.
"You thought I came here to kill you?" Kamari's cuban was right in front of her face, she then realizes that she's practically naked on her bottom half. Khaleesi's hands reach to pull her shirt down, he grabs them swiftly. "No reason to do that, I done seen it all anyways." His lips were lingering over her ear then move over to her cheek. She couldn't turn her head to look at him, the stare he was pinning on her was causing her legs to squeeze together. "Hm, you want me to take care of that?" Kamari's voice buzzes in her ear lowly, almost causing a moan to slip from her mouth.
Khaleesi straightens up and fixes her posture, she pushes him against the chest and he backs up while staring at her. "I want you to tell me what you're doing here."
"Khaleesi Taylor, that's your name. Kali Taylor, Alicia Taylor, and Q Taylor." Kamari sits in the chair on the side of the bed, he breathes out deeply, his nostrils flaring. "You made a mistake walking up to me that night. I should've never seen you." Khaleesi's chest goes up and down steadily, her fingers fiddling with each other. Her heart pounding in her head— like how a fist knocks on a door. His legs were open and his hands were resting on the arm rests. "Cause now I gotta pursue you." He brings his thumb up to his lips and nibbles on the tip of his finger. "Damn, baby."
"You have to leave or my brother, he's going to kill you." Khaleesi didn't want to say those words but, she had to. Q is their family and he protected them fiercely. Now he's saying he's going to pursue her, she couldn't let this happen. She was surprised that he even got in easily but, her brother was away which meant his guards came and go: making it easier for him to sneak in. "You don't know who-"
“I know who your brother is, do you know who I am?" Leesi stares into his eyes and hers soften, she recognizes this man. Last night had to fly by quick for her not to notice who he was. Kamari sits up and clasps his hands together, his eyes never leaving hers. "Leesi—"
"Mari." She hesitates, her eyes searching his face throughly—Khaleesi then rushes into his arms and wraps them around his neck. "I didn't even recognize you, how did you find us?" Mari was Kali and Q's old childhood best friend, he had moved back here to his hometown when they were younger. Mari and Leesi were attached to the hip when they were teenagers, he walked her to school almost everyday to engage in one of their conversations but he was mainly friends with Q.
He was slightly older than her and basically the same age as her brother. She couldn't understand why he was on the opposite side. Why were Q and him fighting? "I didn't, you came to me." His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, she had never felt so secure. Her hands run down the unfamiliar tattoos on his forearms, the pad of her fingers graze his cuban wristlet. "After I moved away I had to make something for my own. I was tired of taking orders from other niggas. Your brother was one of them, hate to say it."
"He's bossy, I can't disagree." Khaleesi's eyes finally meet with Kamari's. "We can't." She tries to fix her hair but, it wasn't worth it, he had already been gaping at the mess she woke up as. "You changed so much." She attempts to switch the subject, the way he conducts himself was completely different then when they were teens.
"You not ready for me yet, I get it."
"No, I'm scared of what Q will do."
"He won't know." Khaleesi stands up from his lap and walks over to her closet, she grabs a pair of sweats and turns around while pulling them up her legs. Kamari returning back into her life was crazy, insane even. She believed she would never lay eyes on him again. Crazy how your life can change with one person, what was the universe up to? “He didn't know about us when we were younger."
"We kissed once and maybe dated for a while, we can't continue this, Mari. I know you want other girls."
“Wait a damn minute, where this coming from?"
"You've always had options and I know you still do. I'm just saying why would you want to sit here and risk your life like this?!" Khaleesi tilts her head towards him, waiting for his answer.
"I feel like we've been given a second chance right now. When I seen you last night... fuck another weak bitch if she ain't you." They had went through situations together when they were younger that caused them to be pushed together more closely. She's far from weak, Khaleesi took care of him when his parents couldn't even know about what him and her brother did in the streets.
"He's dangerous, worse than when we were young."
“Stop acting like I'm not." He sits forward, his sight not leaving Khaleesi. "I'm not finna argue with you about this, I want what I want." The sunlight hits her eyes gently, the light brown in her orbs was ethereal. He leans back once more, his fingers grazing the stubble on his chin. "When's the last time we had sex?" Leesi's eyes look up at him quickly, sure, they took each other's virginity: that was years ago. Kamari stands up and takes small steps towards her, he eventually is standing face-to-face with Khaleesi.
"You didn't even last." Kamari scoffs and places a soft kiss on her forehead, Khaleesi feels a shiver erupt all the way down to her feet. Her eyes closed for a second then open back up, his lips felt smooth like leather.
"That's because a nigga was young, no experience whatsoever."
"You telling me you got better?" He moves his hands up to either side of her head, his palms flat on the wall. Khaleesi angles her head down to the right, she traces her finger up Kamari's clothed chest then back down slowly. His eyes follow her finger then land back on her eyes.
"That's exactly what I'm saying." The way he spoke to her was aggressive-like but, gingerly. He had definitely gained experience and it was making Khaleesi nervous. Of course she had slept with men of her own but, he was different, her first love: first everything. "Lame ass niggas can't handle you, you too real for them. Just saying." His words were sharp, he meant everything that came from his lips. "Think about it." Khaleesi presses herself against the wall as Kamari turns around and walks toward the balcony.
"You're going to hurt yourself leaving that way."
"How you think I got in?" He grins, his stunning smile showing itself. And with that, he disappears over the banister. Khaleesi smooths down her hair, she breathes heavily. It was the only audible sound in the room, she blinks her eyes then glances at the door. Everyone's still sleep? Her mind wonders. She walks over and twists the knob, on the other side, Kali stands in the slither of space.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kali pushes herself in and slams the door behind her.
"I know you didn't let that nigga in?!"
"Bitch, he showed up here this morning, thanks to you!" Kali arches her lip then rolls her eyes, she takes the time to re-tie the strings of her bonnet. "It's Mari."
"I know, I heard him. What does he want with you?"
"He wants to finish what we had." Her sister furrows her eyebrows together and laughs. "I'm serious."
"Fuck no, Q is going to kill him and you." She moves close to Khaleesi and takes ahold of her wrist. "You need to get rid of him before Q gets back. Leesi, are you hearing me?" Khaleesi felt frustrated, she didn't know what she wanted to do. A do-over with Kamari sounds so good, so tempting but dangerous. Forbidden. He didn't care for danger. That was the problem.
"Okay. I understand."
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Given how underrated and unheard of the Oddworld games are
I seriously can’t be the only one who will react exactly like this everytime I see or hear a mention of the games or characters in any way from someone outside the fandom
Right?
Right? LOL
Also random headcanon; I imagine Paramite packs being similar to wolves. Where there is no actual “alpha”. But the “alpha male and female” are actually just the parents to all of the pack members lol.
This is also random; but I saw on the wiki that the Meeches where going to be a jungle biome creature! (Although these aren’t headcanons to be clear, just thought ideas) it really made me think about what kind of abilities they’d have. Maybe they had slight color-changing abilities like a chameleon? Or maybe they had abilities to make them look like a part of their environment! With their quill-spikes and mouths mimicking tree branches or something? It’s interesting to speculate lol
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I thought the kitty sounds I hear at 2 am were my cats playing together, but tonight I stayed up outside of my room and it turns out it's just The Meech (pictured) running up and down the house at full speed by itself making loud "frrrrrrm" noises.
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Shrub Club: Episode 1
After their brief conversation on how to register Shrub Club properly, Theo and Meech found themselves slightly at odds with the prospect of just one part of the aforementioned idea…basically how “properly” they actually wanted to go about it.
They had agreed it was probably best to do as Professor Weasley said and wrangle a professor who was slightly willing (or slightly crazy enough) to be assigned responsibility for their organization. There was only one answer. Professor Garlick.
Not only was she a natural choice, but she was also…for lack of a better word…less aware, at times. As they entered the greenhouses, they spotted Garlick working in the center of the room, Meech nodding Theo on to take the lead. He recognized the plant she held instantly, and thought better to keep a slight distance at first.
“Professor!” Theo called out, not surprised to see that Mirabel only half turned to her with a sheepish smile, happy hum in greeting, and currently elbows deep in dirt of a pot seeming to contain some particularly squirmy species of fern.
“Theodora, Demetrius! I’m not surprised to see your faces around here again. Actually…this is rather good timing…would one of you mind - erm…giving me a hand here?” Meech looks questioningly over at Theo, giving a shrug.
She rushes over to help, both her and Garlick struggling slightly until Demetrius’ suggests gently petting the squirmy leaves of the fern until it calms enough to be lowered all the way in. Before long- Theo, Garlick, and the club form are covered in dirt, with Meech looking proud of his guess.
Professor Garlick gave a big satisfied sigh at the job well done. “What a team effort! Demetrius, this really does come second nature to you. Thank you both for your help! The Alihotsy tree just arrived and I didn’t want to waste a minute to plant it! Just forgot how squirmy they can be…” She said to herself, almost as an afterthought, sending herself into a fit of giggles.
Theo looked at the Professor oddly, and then at Demetrius, until they were all on their sides in laughter. “Alihotsy? The laughing tree. Right.” She wheezed out in realization. It took a few minutes, but once they all calmed down they sat at the bench as Theo passed her the Shrub Club form. Professor Garlick's eyes lit up.
“Oh! So this is what you came here for. Shrub Club? What a charming name. I would laugh regardless if it wasn’t for that silly plant. And you need my…supervision on this?”
“If you wouldn’t mind professor. We promise to …behave. Well... behave, enough.”
Garlick looked at Theo with a small smirk, before putting her signature on the paper. “Mhm. If I know anything about the members of your group so far, I can only assume that statement to be half true. But…what kind of Herbologist would I be if I did not encourage young minds?” She slid the paper back to Theo and Demetrius with another arched brow.
“However, even plants need a little wildness to reach their full potential at times…so just be glad I taught you all how to brew Wiggenweld first!” She says coyly, before handing Theo and Demetrius some packets. “And take these. A few extra seeds of the Alihotsy tree for one of your first pottings. What’s a club without some laughter too, anyhow?”
@demetrius-haggarty @ask-wren-zhang@justmagnoliaellistor
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tell us moar about oddsworld and your old oc
Greetings Anon
Oddworld is about many things, but, I guess you could summarize it by saying Oddworld is about, people freeing themselves from oppression, and the reclamation of identity, culture and land.
In each one of the Oddworld game, you either way play as a character from a species that has been, oppressed, or has gone nearly extinct.
The world of Oddworld is also called Oddworld and the continent where the games take place is named Mudos.
Two of the most prominent races are the Glukkons, who, in the present have a heavy connection to technology / the industrial aspect, and the Mudokon, who, I think you could say, have a deeper connection to the spiritual and to nature.
In the main games you play as Abe, whose mission it is to free the other Mudokon's and put an end to the oppression and enslavement of his people.
I guess that summarizes it, I do hope that the explanation makes sense, I have to admit it has been a while since I have thought about Oddworld, so it is possible I got some parts wrong ^^,,,
The OC's name is John/Joe Newstart, an individual that because of an accident is encased in an robotic suit, he is also the CEO and founder of "Fallen Stars Productions." a company that produces entertainment and security systems.
His video games are known to be filled with both, visible and hidden advertisements, his video games also are in both, 8 and 16 pixel graphics.
John's/Joe's robotic suit keeps him alive, and he also relies on painkillers that are injected by his personal Shrink
(Note: On the world of Oddworld what is known as a "Shrink" is a robot with an artificial intelligence).
He also enjoys smoking "Lungbuster Cigarettes and Cigars" that help Newstart to calm down and relax, and although it is a bit difficult for him, due to his heavy burns, he does enjoy eating, for example Scrab Cakes, Paramite Pie, or Meech Munchies (he has saved a few of those in his freezer given that Meeches went extinct some time ago)
In the present he is still the CEO of his company that is located in the city of Nolybab.
At first he too believes that the stories about Rapture Farms and its destruction are nothing more than rumors, however, John/Joe is up for an bad awakening when he hears about the latest news (the events of Oddworld: Soulstorm)
Yours sincerely
Bowler
#Oddworld#Oddworld Abe#I think his name was Joe or John; it is also possible that I thought of Jack; but it was something with J...I think#Oddworld OC#Mudos
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Hello Olivier! You've been at Hogwarts for a while now and I was wondering what you thought of the relationship dynamics here? Do you ship yourself with anyone? What about between your classmates? And most importantly, why?
It would be great to get some fresh perspective on things fro the Hogwarts Jour- *coughs* I mean just for curiosity.
I'm still finding my bearings around here, and I think my greatest friend is this Niffler that seems to appear at the most random places. I've recently made a pen pal called Meech, but it's too early to tell where that is going... I haven't even met him yet - but I have a good gut feeling that we'd get along :)
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As you potter about the Shrub Club's greenhouse, you suddenly hear snuffling behind you...
Meech hears an animal enter the greenhouse at some point but he is too absorbed in his work to turn around and check. He knows that the girls placed some protective charms on all the entries. Whatever critter this is — it can't be more important than a Cobra Lily Meech takes care of a few times a week. It is delicate work since the plant is still rather small and a little skittish. As skittish as a small cobra head can be. Despite its size, Meech already has to feed it with a tube from a distance. Mostly because the snake keeps trying to bite him whenever the Gryffindor stretches his hands towards the roots.
Demetrius is almost done with his task when he hears his chomping cabbages rustle and then make vague alarming noises. Meech hurries up with his Cobra Lily and turns around just in time to hear a wild screech and see—
'CLEM! NO! GET AWAY FROM THEM! NO! NO, BAD, BAD!'
He will never tell Allegra this but at that moment he is more scared for his cabbages than for the golden retriever. A thought that makes him feel guilty the moment he realizes it. Nonetheless, he deals with the situation before Clementine can carry the chomping cabbage out of the cabbage-safe greenhouse. Lucky dog, grabbing the plant from the root part, away from the sharp chompers.
Thank Merlin the cabbage is safe! AND THE DOG, OF COURSE, AND THE DOG!
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What inspired you to create Meech? He's an adorable lil dude. Do you have any other oddworld ocs or oddworld head canons?
Oh, thank you! Actually a lot of things inspired me to create Meech! Other people's ocs, some songs, Oddworld lore of course.
In his first concepts he actually was a simple Necrum worker, who got lost in the mines and he looked like this:
Which is not really far from how he looks now. This was the only time I drew him and then he was just in my head until this year. He also had some story with the sanctum and mudokon spirits and the Keeper and he wanted to cut his stitches but I forgot all details of this story already lol.
Now fast forward to 2024. I love mudokon shamans, they are weirdos and they just roll with it and do what they want mostly. I thought "I wish I had a shaman of my own.." and then I remembered Meech!
I didn't wanted to redesign him much and mostly kept his looks but now the source of inspiration for him were oddworld shamans, such as Big Face and the Keeper, and also Mudomo and Mudanchee tribes, who worshipped wildlife. And music, again. Especially Das Feuerordal and Die Nelke from ROME, I love this band so much.
Obviously, Meech worships meeches and he spent more time with them than he did with any of his few mudokon friends (if there were any) so his behavior sometimes strongly betrays this.
So, started as a Necrum slave, now he's just a grumpy old mud with a lot of shamanic rutuals in his head. Maybe his Necrum concept is his actual (and very distant) backstory? who knows...
As for headcanons, I actually remember having only one... It's kinda hard to explain but it started with my wife, she thought that when I die ingame (I was streaming oddworld: soulstorm and NnT to her) Abe doesn't really die, he just turns into birds, comes back and keeps going again and again, like there's no reset for him. So now I choose to think that Abe is aware of his deaths and is kind of immortal but not in the best way.
#sketch post#meech#gods it turned into a longpost rather quickly lol#deep down Meech still believes that meeches are not extinct but he's very touchy and angry about it
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Hello I would like to join your exchanges and hear a message for this given moment 🤍 my assumptions about you:
- you are a pretty emotional and sensitive person who is artistic or loves reading/writing
- you like hot drinks more then cold drinks
- you love animals and wish you had a pet
- you are more introverted then extroverted
I hope I got something right 😅lmk and thank you
-SM✨🤍
Hey! I definitely do looove reading and I am for sure more introverted than extroverted! I actually prefer cold drinks though and I have a dog 😅 but you did well so thank you!
Alright, let’s get to the good stuff:
Huh. I kept thinking about horses? I also got like a giddy feeling of anticipation. It feels like something you’ve been waiting for is finally coming into your life and it’s coming in fast. It’s like everything is going to be coming in all at once and you’re gonna be like surprised at how fast things are happening. Feels like the next few months will be really exciting for you.
I thought of this song so maybe there’s a message for you there as well. I hope you enjoyed this mini reading!
Thank you for participating!
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HONEY. | LIL MEECH
chapter seven.
"𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨."
-Young Dolph, Circa 2018
"Good morning, boys." Khaleesi walks out of the hotel room, her hair a mess on top of her head: she waves to the guards and begins to walk down the hall. The men say a faint greeting and continue conversing with one another, Khaleesi comes to the middle of the corridor where the ice machine rests. She holds the shiny chrome bucket underneath the dispenser and presses a black button.
Her legs weak from last night, Khaleesi's fingers brush against her neck—a little gasp slipping from her lips. Love bites clouded her skin, her head still buzzing. She holds up the bucket and grabs a slippery ice chip—throwing it into her mouth. She goes back into the room, closing the door softly behind her. Khaleesi pushes her hair to the side annoyingly then takes another piece of ice in her hand.
The way Kamari made love to her last night, it's all she can think about. The guards outside had no choice but to hear. Her orbs still hold a glimpse of passion, her dark brown eyes full and empty. Khaleesi places the bucket down on the small table next to the door, she walks her way through the spacious suite: the spikes of sunshine warming up her skin.
"Leesi." Kamari comes around the corner with a towel around his waist, his muscles and tattoos more defined with beads of water on his skin. Her head switches toward him as she is suddenly pushed out of her thoughts—it was crazy to her how he could just act normal after having his way with her body last night.
Khaleesi hums quietly, answering back to the call of her name: she didn't even think she could look in Kamari's eyes— she practically rushed out of the room this morning to avoid him. Leesi looks away once again, directing her gaze in a different part of the room. All she could picture was his stare pinned on her and his intense words slipping through her ear— calling her a 'good girl' every once in a while for taking him so well.
A sensational feeling grows between her thighs like a rose in a dark room, she bites the corner of her bottom lip. "You good?" She feels his warm and heavy presence right behind her, Khaleesi looks up and jumps slightly. "Baby." She turns around after hearing his stern voice, her hands placed on his chest.
"I'm good, I got the ice— it's over there." She points in the direction of the table, her eyes staying on his neck. She felt soft in his presence before but now she feels like a marshmallow. "Mari, stop looking at me like that." She pushes his chest and he smiles, her laugh filling the room.
"I can't look at my girl?" He meets her stare and she grins looking away, Kamari leaves a kiss on her cheek then her neck and down on her shoulder. "Hm?" The sound of his voice made the feeling between her legs increase, she squeezes them subtly—she wants him again but is too afraid to ask? "Let me see your face." His thumb grabbing gently onto her chin, turning her head slowly towards him.
"Kamari." She whines softly, tilting her head toward the ground and sighing. He pulls her close once again, the muscle in his arm flexing as he did so.
"You pushing me away all ready? Too bad, I'm not going anywhere."
"I don't want you too."
"Why you acting like that then?"
"I'm sorry, you're just—you're making me nervous."
"Khaleesi, be for real with me."
"I wanna fuck again." She covers her mouth then closes her eyes—clearing her throat out of embarrassment. He arches his eyebrow, a smile sneaking upon his lips. "It felt really good and now every-time I see you I get hot and bothered and it's frustrating." She rambles on, her voice raising slightly at the end.
"You was afraid to ask me for sex?" She nods her head quietly, her eyes now looking in his. "Im ya man, I'm suppose to please you when you want it." He looks down at her, his eyes low and his face full of playfulness. "We can fuck whenever you want to, I'mma always be down. Matter fact, take these fucking panties off." He read her mind, his fingers pulling several times at the waistband of her underwear.
"Please?" He tilts his head then arches his eyebrow, Kamari leans down to plant a kiss on her lips—Khaleesi smiles, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Her eyebrows crease as their lips move smoothly over one another, the back of her legs hit the front of the bed causing her to fall down on the feathery mattress. "Kamari." Khaleesi's voice low and breathless, they couldn't keep their eyes off one another—her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
The pad of her fingers pinching at his curly black hair, the corner of his lips lifting up into a closed smile. "What?" Khaleesi squeezes her leg against his side gently, the air around them warm and comforting.
"Let me eat it."
"Why you asking?" She opens her legs, his hands pulling her forward as he stands up looking down at Khaleesi. His lips dancing down her smooth legs, she moans as his tongue hits her clit hungrily, the way it moves and circulated around her sensitive core causes her to arch her back off the bed. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head, she needed this so badly. She wants him.
Her juices being licked up almost instantly, her thighs squeeze his neck. "Nigga." She tries her best to sit up, her lower body weak and squirming under his hold. She gasps out of shock, her hips swaying with his movements. "Ooo fuck, Mari." Her voice high-pitched at the end of her sentence, Khaleesi's eyebrows furrowing as she grips his chain. She wanted to feel him more, her voice saying his name softly—his eyes fell on her face.
"Yes baby?" He smiles gently, looking at her pleasure-stricken face. "Where you want me?" She sits up, pressing a kiss against his lips—her hands pulling on his towel. Kamari pulls away, he lays on the bed right beside her. "Bring that ass here, shit." Khaleesi grins then crawls over—sitting right on his face, his lips connecting to her clit. Her body shivers under his touch, the feeling causing her eyes to roll once again. His hands found their way on her ass, gripping her bottom in his hands.
His tongue finds it way inside of her and Khaleesi has a sharp gasp come from her lips. Her breath shaky as she moans up a storm, falling apart on top of him. "Kamari, I want you now." She whimpers, guiding his hands up her body slowly—he squeezes her breast then kisses her core tenderly. She was being vocal and he loves every second of it. Khaleesi turns around and takes a hold of him, his member already popped up. His eyes never leaving hers as she puts him inside of her, Kamari sits up gripping her waist.
A moan coming out of his mouth as she sits completely down on his lap. "Shit, you feel so fucking good." Khaleesi whimpers then begins to bounce up and down on his hard member, the feelings exploding in her body was euphoric. "Yes, yes." She says quietly to herself, her teeth biting into her bottom lip—her eyes rolling again as the feeling below builds up.
"Fuck." He grabs her jawline roughly, she whimpers as he kisses her lips several times. "You finna cum on that dick?" His hips bucking up as he thrusts inside of her. "My fucking pussy." Khaleesi moans against his lips, her breathing shaky. "Answer me when I'm talking to you." He hisses into her ear, a sharp smack coming down on her ass. She gasps loudly, her mind quickly fixing to say something.
"Y-yes." Khaleesi kisses him gingerly, he pulls her in closer if that was even possible. The way she rides him now, her hips swaying in a motion that's driving him crazy.
"You betta not stop fucking me like that, the fuck." His deep voice is raspy as he looks down at them connecting repeatedly, she places her hands on his face—her lips pressing a kiss against his.
•••
Khaleesi squeezes Kamari's hand as they walk through the outside corridor of the mall, her weight was slightly leaning on him because of the heeled-boots she wears. "Baby, pictures please!" The men behind them stopping when Khaleesi steps in front of him, Kamari smiles at her enjoying herself—she was relaxing and happy. He takes the phone, snapping a couple shots for her—Khaleesi posing as best as she could.
"Yea, period." Kofi, Kamari's friend, walks up beside him with a styrofoam cup in his hand, he was recovering well from his gunshot wound. "Here, nigga, you not getting them angles." Khaleesi laughs loudly, she rolls her eyes and walks over grabbing her phone.
"You play too much, move."
"You heard my girl, bitch ahh nigga."
"Mannn, I would've did better than you." Khaleesi tunes the two of them arguing out as she looks over in the display windows. The pretty clothing and variety of items catching her eye, she spots a gorgeous gold necklace—a medium-sized 'K' pendant attached to it.
"What you see?" Kamari comes from behind her, she relaxes against his body—taking in his warm embrace.
"That necklace, it's pretty. I didn't bring any money with me though, it's okay I can come back and get it." He creases his eyebrows and digs in his pocket. "Baby, no." Khaleesi attempts to stop him from pulling the bills out of his pocket.
"You want it?"
"Yes, yes I do."
"Let's go get it then."
They went around the mall, Khaleesi was getting all types of clothes and accessories because of Kamari. The truth is he loves spoiling her, she really didn't have anything growing up and he wanted her to understand she didn't have to want for anything. She kisses him on the lips quickly while going into a Sephora, Khaleesi shrieks as one of Kamari's friends take ahold of her shopping bags.
"Man." Kofi comes up to him, his arms cross as he stares straight ahead at the entrance of the store. "What's up?"
"Somebody tried invading our territory again, what we gon' do about that?" Kamari laughs, he sighs—his eyes never leaving Khaleesi's figure.
"Who was it?"
"One of Q's men, got him locked up at the warehouse back home."
"Fuck ass nigga always tryna fuck with somebody, I guess we gotta end this shit early?" Kofi nods his head, he motions a hand gesture at one of the men—they turn around going into the store to get Khaleesi. They both hear talking on the other side of the corridor, Kamari and Kofi's eyes glance over at the two men walking.
He recognizes them, one was the perpetrator behind Kofi's wound. Kamari's eyes switch over to his friend, he tilts his head over to the two of them. "Khaleesi, come here." Kamari grabs her hand and pulls her close to his body, she looks at him confused as to what's going on.
"Is everything okay, baby?"
"Yea, you hungry?" He kisses her lips and wraps his arm around her shoulders.
"Yesss, I want some Chinese food." Kamari looks back at Kofi.
"Handle that." He smiles and walks toward the two men almost instantly, Kamari's friends following behind.
"Where they going?" Khaleesi watches as Kofi punches one guy in the jaw, the impact so harsh he slams to the ground. She gasps and Kamari kisses her temple, he walks them around the corner to get her eyes away from the scene. Maybe Khaleesi underestimated Kamari's power.
•••
"What happened back there?" Khaleesi stuffs a few fries in her mouth, she swallows then picks up her pink lemonade on the side of the table. Kamari stares at her, taking in the flavors of her food and thoroughly picking out what to try next. "Mari, are you listening to me?"
"Yes, my love. It's nothing you have to worry about. Alright? Finish eating your food, I wanna take some more pictures of you." Khaleesi grins and laughs softly.
"For your personal collection? You're obsessed, it's disgusting." Kamari holds up his middle finger and she laughs swatting at his hand.
"You heard what I said though."
"I got you."
"Can I please have a fry?" Khaleesi leans forward placing one in between his teeth.
"I'm thinking about getting a job." Kamari tilts his head and leans back, she knew he wouldn't like the idea of that but—Khaleesi wants to earn her own money. She wants to get things on her own and Kamari buying her stuff today only motivated her to do so. "I found this ad for a small role at the diner, it's not much but great for a start."
"Leesi, you don't need no job."
"Kamari, be for real. I want to get money on my own, I love when you take care of me and I appreciate it greatly. I need to do this for myself, I wanna move out you know?" Khaleesi runs her fingers through the ends of her hair and sighs, he wasn't taking it well.
"Why you don't want me taking care of you? I don't have no problem doing it." His hoodie low on his head as he talks to her, the glistening diamonds around his neck.
"I know baby, it's okay, I wanna do this." Kamari exhales deeply, his nostrils flaring as he sits back all the way in his chair. "You can come visit me sometimes."
"With a piece of pie waiting for me, every time?"
"Yes, you still like pecan?"
"You know ya nigga so well." Khaleesi laughs then grabs his hand intertwining their fingers. "As soon as you get tired of it, you leave and I'll step in."
"I promise." She was so bless, that's all that could circulate through her mind. Having someone that wants to take care and provide for her, she wants to please him in every way possible. Khaleesi's heart thumping against her chest as blood rushes up to her cheeks.
"Kamari, I love you."
"I love you too."
"No like, I love you so much." Kamari leans forward kissing her lips multiple times.
"I love you so so much. You not going nowhere." She pulls away, cheesing, taking a couple more of her fries.
•••
ONE WEEK LATER
ACE's INTRO
11:00 PM
•••
Khaleesi wipes down the diner counter for the third time, she leans over causing her skirt to come up slightly—she rolls her eyes and sighs out of irritation. The pinned-skirt the manager gave her was awfully short and raised up with just any movement. She swings her hair to the side and groans, Leesi heard the door open and the bell singing loudly.
"I'll be with you in a second."
"Yes mam." A deep southern accent filling her ears, she could hear a group of men laughing and talking up a storm—not another entourage of loud people. She turns around facing the group of boys, there's one in particular that stood out amongst them. He has a yellow hat on his head, his little fro sticking out in the front. A thick cloud of smoke slipping from his lips and dispersing into the air. The royal blue sign outside—it's light flickering against the wet pavement, Khaleesi places her hand on her hip.
"You can't smoke in here." Her mink lashes hit her cheeks, she walks up to the individual and bugs her eyes out at him when he takes longer than expected to put it out. He laughs and smashes the wood against the glass ashtray on the counter.
"My bad, love. I apologize."
"It's alright, what can I get you?"
"What you recommend?"
"Boy, you know you've been here before."
"Aye, you funny." He grins while laughing once again, Khaleesi couldn't find anything amusing. "I have, I like that steak dinner." She leans over writing down his order on a note pad. "Leesi?" She sighs taking her name tag off and laying it flat on the counter.
"Unfortunately, yes."
"You really don't like me? I can make that change for real." He leans closer causing Khaleesi to arch her eyebrow.
"I have a man but thank for you for the offer. I'll have to politely decline." She rips his order off the notepad and takes it to the window, this has got to be the hundredth time she's reject men's advances towards her.
"Whose ya man?" Khaleesi looks back at him and tilts her head laughing, the look in his eyes told her he was showing intense conviction. She swings her hair to the side then turns around fully.
"She ain't the one." The cook yells from the back, Khaleesi leans on the counter crossing her arms over her chest.
"Ah, he must be important. He a killa?"
"If you keep talking to me, he is."
"You dangerous, huh?"
"Listen, does your homeboys want anything? If not, stop talking to me." She didn't really want to be responsible for anything or anybody. He licks his lips and leans back in his seat, his eyes falling on Khaleesi one more time.
"You happy?"
"I just want you beside me just like my cup is girl." There's music that plays quietly in the back, the soothing tune was her favorite by Lial. When the management wasn't here she played songs, it was calming and it gave her something to do during late night hours.
"Joyful, nigga." Her alarm sounds on the right corner behind the counter, it was 11:30. Khaleesi feels her heart skip a beat, she was excited to see Kamari. Khaleesi runs over to turn the Bluetooth off and then unties her apron—a jet black Cadillac pulling up in the parking lot. He was always on time.
"That your man?" Khaleesi eyes him then rolls her eyes, he smiles playfully. "Shawty, giving me the silent treatment now. Damn." She ignores him and grabs her coat and a small white box that sat under it. Kamari walks in, the smile on his face already visible. The group of men still speaking in the back, Khaleesi walks up to him—planting a kiss on his lips.
"You good? Let's go." He feels a set of eyes on him, Kamari turns his head and sees the man staring. Khaleesi feels a ping of fear strike through her heart, she comes from behind the counter and pulls on his arm.
"Baby, come on I'm hungry."
"Man, what the fuck is you looking at?" The diner falls silent, the man's friends talking coming to a stop. He stands up and Kamari begins to walk toward him, his eyebrows creasing—the cook shuts a metal window down over the opening. Khaleesi rushes over to the both of them getting in between.
"Just hold on, let's just go. Not tonight." The man's height exceeding Khaleesi's, his sweet yet musky cologne filling her nostrils. It smelled amazing.
"Listen to your girl." He laughs, a straight look coming on his face right after.
"My girl ain't none of ya fucking business, bruh get the fuck out of here for I get tight." He scowls, an array of tingles from the bell sounding through the room—Kamari's friends filing in the restaurant one by one. Kofi gently grabs Khaleesi's hand and leads her over to the door.
"Mari, baby please, let's just go."
"Leesi." He turns toward her and she immediately regrets it, his eyes were dark and he looked furious. She allows one of the guys to open the door for her, Khaleesi didn't even dare look in the other individual's direction. The man's people had came up beside him as well, he grips his backpack's straps tightly.
"Y'all wanna get down? We with all that."
"What you talking about then, nigga?" Kamari spat, Khaleesi walks out—her eyes continuing to peek over his friends shoulder. She makes contact with the man and then all hell broke loose. Hits being thrown in all directions, she couldn't keep up. She's rushed into the car, the driver pulls off quickly—Khaleesi's mind racing she couldn't believe what was happening.
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We have a baby on board ! Baby Henson #8 is on the way . Myself and Derrick are thrilled to welcoming a new life into our home. Aren’t I blessed ! As my children get older I thought that it would be harder for me to have children but NOPE . Just goes to show that TRUE followers of the watcher are always granted his gifts. We are still deciding what this little ones name could be and we desperately want to continue with our D names for our children. Hope soon friends. Come by my Simstagram tomorrow were we will announce some very EXCITING news !..
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