#but like bitch WARM UP GODDDD

[blitz0hno]

My special talent is that i was a choir kid pre-t so I was trained forced to sing soprano/alto so I maintain that vocal register to this day if I practice. And I've been practicing lately so idk what's more embarrassing

hurting my throat because no amount of techniques will save me from Skipping The Warmup (especially now that I incorporate screaming bc I wanna write music like that)

or that fact that I was singing goddamn All Knowing All Agony bc it's fun ok it's a banger

[adh-james-version]

Canines Pt. 2

First Part

trans!barty

"Bite me."

"Wh-what-" "I said bite me. I wanna feel your teeth." Barty said breathlessly pushing his lips against Evan again. Evan sat up against the headboard pulling Barty's with him as they kissed. Barty looked like he was feral, he was grinding in Evan's lap and licking all over his teeth.

"Woah, baby, woah." Evan said pulling Barty back so they both could breathe. Barty kept his hands near Evan's mouth, transfixed by his new look. "You said you wanna feel me, yeah?" Barty nodded furiously and went in to kiss Evan roughly. Evan let Barty's kiss him before he pushed him back a little before twisting them around so Barty was under him. "Words pretty boy." "Yes, yes, please I wanna feel the teeth babe."

Barty's mind was so clouded with lust that he couldn't think of anything besides wanting to feel Evans teeth on him. I was extremely wet and he felt like a bitch in heat. These sharp teeth brought out some primal instinct that that Barty couldn't understand, it made him want to js have Evan leave teeth marks all over his entire body, and he mean his entire body.

"Okay then, love" Evan smirked before pulling a hair tie off of Barty's wrist to tie his Blonde dreadlocs out of his dark chocolate face. He slid Barty's shirt over his head and kissed down from his chest to his stomach, simultaneously pulling his boyfriend farther down the bed. HE reached the base of his stomach, where he pulled his shorts down with his teeth. He pulled Barty's boxers off and pressed two fingers into his soaking folds slowly rubbing.

He looked up into Barty's eyes, "you still want my mouth?" "Mmmmm- fucks yes, pleasee." Barty said the slow circling driving him crazy.

Evan finally lowered his head towards Barty's heat and took a long lick, moaning at how good his baby tasted. "Ohhh my godddd- Evan you-re whole- mouthhh-" He had to stop as Evan dove in like this was going to be his last meal. Barty made a weird noise when he felt Evans newly sharpened teeth graze his insides. "You like them?" Evan said coming up to hover over Barty as he stuck 2 fingers into his boyfriend, and started pumping them. Bartys hands attempted to go to his clit as he tried to gain some extra stimulation but Evan caught his wrist and pinned them against the bed with one hand.

Evan added a third finger. "I asked you a question slut. Do. You. Like. Them?" Each word punctuated with a hard thrust and curl of his fingers. 'Fuckkk, y-es, ohhhhh. I mmm love them." Evan smiled biting his top lip, show casing his teeth, the bottom half of his face still wet from eating Barty out. "Ev, I'm so close." "C'mon baby, let go." Evan felt Barty tightening around his fingers, a sign her was about to cum. Evan moved down to his neck and bit, not hard enough to break skin, but just hard enough to know he was going to leave a bruise. As soon as Barty felt the bite his vision exploded into white as his orgasm washed over him.

Falling of off a cliff, that how he felt, falling off a cliff into a sea of pleasure with beaches made of Evan. He never came so hard off of Evans fingers in his life, these teeth are doing something to him. As Barty came down he felt something thick and hard probing at his hole and the knowledge that his wrists were free again. He whimpered. "You can take it baby?" His boyfriend asked in a degrading but sincere voice. "Mhm, want you to feel good." "You sure?" "Yes. Use me, Evan." That did it.

Evan flipped Barty over like he weighed nothing, he loved being manhandled and his man knew that. Evan pressed roughly into Barty, thrusting hard and slow as Barty whimpered and moaned into the air. Evan couldn't settle on a rhythm, hard a fast, slow and sensual, slow and hard, just  rocking his hims slightly while essentially having Barty cock warm him. It was driving Barty Crazy. 

Barty could barley even make a sound from how overstimulated and high on sex he was. He barley registered as Evan trusted one last rough time,  and came deep inside of him, all he could feel was himself cumming again. He was still in a different dimension when Evan slipped out and cleaned the both of the up. "You with me B?" Only response he got was a hum from Barty and him snuggling into his side.

[maryangelex]

Okay okay, so I’ve been thinking of a little poly relationship between Ghost, soap, and reader. Basically how sex would be like with them. This is my first time requesting something so please if you can do this, do what you want with it!

a/n: oh my godddd!! i've never written poly fic hehe i hope i do it justice!!! also thank you to everyone who has submitted a request i will slowly but surely get to them each!!!

c/w: polyamory, ghost x soap x reader, afab!reader, threesome, oral sex

Ghost and Soap can be described individually as rather attentive lovers. In their own ways of course. While Ghost is softer, more tender, and takes his time with you, Soap is quite a bit more fast-paced than Ghost. Soap wastes no time with you, he likes to have his hands on you immediately; heavy paws massaging your body eagerly and quite a bit desperately as well.

It's these differences in pace that make sex with the two of them simultaneously just so fucking good.

Ghost would be the one undressing you through soft caresses and warm open-mouthed kisses the more skin he exposes. He'd be peeling your clothes off slowly and little by little to show off the sweet center that is your body. He'd make a whole performance out of it, a strip tease essentially, as Soap sits waiting and gawking at you from the bed, legs sprawled and a steady hand pumping his leaky cock at the sight of his mate prepping you for him.

When he's got you bare and blushing, he coaxes you into bed with Soap with gentle commands.

"Go on, lovie," he croons, "be good and join Johnny, yeah?"

Soap wastes no time in taking you into his arms, hands grabbing at every bit of flesh he can, lips connected to yours like he hasn't had a taste of you in months. And Ghost is close behind, of course, because deep inside he's territorial over Johnny taking too much of their girl. Still, he's a sucker for closely watching the way you're just oh so compliant when Soap directs you in between his thighs and guides your pretty mouth to take in his fat aching cock, with a hand loosely grabbing your hair into a ponytail.

Ghost loves watching the way your head bobs up and down on Soap's cock, and the pretty sounds that choke in your throat along with it. He knows you love having a mouthful of dick, either his or Soap's, but again he's too attentive to let you do the work alone. That's why he angles your plump ass up, arching your back like a bitch in heat, and exposing your desperate pussy for him to lap at with his tongue, all while he strokes his neglected cock.

Now the sound of Soap's mumbled curses and heavy breaths are mixing with the whines and moans Ghost is pulling out of you as he feasts on your pussy.

You bring Soap close to cumming but you beat him to it, with Ghost drawing your first orgasm out of a long night.

"My turn, bonnie," the Scot pants " 'n I think poor LT needs some attention s'well."

If Ghost didn't agree with him he'd punch the shit-eating grin off his face. Soap is the one to have you carefully but abruptly flipped to put your mouth on the lieutenant's reddened cock, now with Soap behind you.

His cock sinking into you, slow and steady thrusts getting quicker soon after fully entering your sopping sex. Soap's attentive in the way he tends to your overstimulated clit, but he can be selfish when he's just about to cum and that's what makes his thrusts needy as he chases his own high. That's what makes your head bob up and down harshly onto Ghost's cock, choking on his massive member and on your sobbed-out moans, with only his big but gentle palms stroking the crown of your head as a way to soothe you while you get railed from behind.

The three of you make a pretty good team when it comes to giving each other pleasure, huh?

[ceaseless-watchers-special-girl]

(sorry this took a while!!! i was so very excited about this part but did not have the time to write this up. school has started again and i'm. dying. but it's the weekend yay!!! on with the show!!!)

juno steel 🤝 me: head hurts all the fucking time

nooooo!!! juno lying broken and bruised in some discarded alley. i want so bad for him to be ok but it's also so delicious to watch him get back up after being beaten right into the ground agesbljgbdsjlaj smth smth two wolves.......

"Warm eyes, vaguely mischievous expression, gap-toothed smile, gentle hands, hair in neat braids knotted on top of his head" ASHATOEGSBGOSJLN BENTEN!!! BENTEN I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

"I’m dead, aren’t I? Oh gods, I’m dead. I died." he's such a mood lmaooo

"gods, if it didn’t make him feel like he could tear down this whole damn town with nothing but his own two hands" AAAAHAHAHHHHHHH JUNO FINDING STRENGTH IN THE FACT THAT HE FINALLY HAS BENTEN IN HIS ARMS AGAIN OH MY GOD STOPPPPP[

SUPER STEEEEEEELLLLL

"I was always better at getting into trouble and you were better at planning it but not really carrying through" lmaoooooo he's so me i'm all bark and no bite (unless you're mia. then i'll fucking bite you (only out of love ofc))

"I ran into your HUSBAND. Your HUSBAND, man!!" EVERY TIME THEY CALL NUREYEV HIS HUSBAND IT SETS MY ENTIRE WORLD INTO PLACE AND BENTEN IS SUCH A BITCH ABOUT JUNO NOT TELLING HIM OH MY GODDDD LIKE BRO YOU WERE DEAD HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO TELL YOU LITTLE SHIT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

every single thing ben says makes my heart do happy little jumps

"I missed you too. Loser." YESYES IT IS ILLEGAL TO BE VULNERABLE WITH YOUR SIBLING WITHOUT ALSO BEING INSULTING

"you hit like a feather, Super Steel" LMAOOOOO THIS IS WHY HE HAS TO USE BLASTERS IN CANON HE CAN'T PUNCH FOR SHIT

BENTEN BEING SUCH A BITCH AND MAKING JUNO APOLOGISE FUCK YEAH HUMBLE THAT BITCH

"what happened to the eye? You lose a bet or something?" STOP HE'S SO FUCKING FUNNY

"Why haven’t you fought back yet?" i'm love him

"This better be good, Steel. I was in the middle of a nap" HER SAYING STEEL IN REFERENCE TO BENTEN THREW ME FOR A LOOP OH MY GOD. SHE KNOWS HIM BETTER THAN SHE KNOWS JUNO THAT'S SO WEIRD. DOES SHE HAVE TO CALL THEM BY THEIR NAMES NOW???? LMAOOO SHE'D HATE THAT

"Is it true?" IS IT TRUEEEEEE

"That Nureyev signed the contract. That there’s nothing I can do to save him." yes and no. he signed but you can still save him juno baby i believe in you <3

"that’s the way it is." BULLSHIT YOU NEVER HAVE TO ACCEPT THE WORLD THE WAY IT IS. YOU NEVER HAVE TO ACCEPT UNFAIRNESS AND CRUELTY. I AM SO FUCKING READY FOR JUNO TO ORGANISE A WHOLE FUCKING RIOT

"You could bring Hadestown to a standstill if you all just stopped working for a few days" AAAHHHH HE'S SO RIGHT FUCK YEAH LOVE THE PEOPLE RECOGNISING THE POWER THEY HOLD LOVE UNIONS LOVE PROTESTS STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE

"wine and flowers for a few days" benten persephone theory is slapping me directly on the face

"It seems we’ve got a party to plan." OH FUCK YEAH IT'S PARTY TIME PEOPLE

also i love that vespa was told to distribute the invitations but not right them. that woman could not be inviting and welcoming to strangers for the life of her (i love her with my entire soul <3)

SOSOSO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART HEHEHEEEEEE YOU ARE KEEPING ME SO WELL FED

SONG FOR A CAGED LOVEBIRD: PART 14

yaaaay part 14!!! my favorite number!!!! i love this!!! apologies for the delay, school has been kicking my ass lately lol

okay kids, settle in: it's story time!!! this one is a longer one (around 2,000 words!!) which is part of why it took me a while lol

@smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @one-joe-spoopy @waters-and-the-wilde @demonic-panini @the-private-eye (@gwenlena? idk if you wanna read this? but i can start tagging you if you want?)

The first thing he became aware of was the smell. Coal dust and dry wood and faint fire smoke, like some kind of strange cologne. The air was thick and heavy with it and he struggled to breathe in. The second thing was the dull pain traveling through his skull. It pulsed in time with his heartbeat, radiating out from a central point of the back of his skull.

His eye blinked open slowly and painfully to reveal several stacks of wooden crates, a few garbage cans, and the stone walls of some building. He didn’t know where he was.

Juno groaned, and tried to sit up and see more of his surroundings before a wave of dizziness hit him like a sledgehammer, and he fell backwards against the ground. He closed his eye again in the hopes the world might stop spinning long enough for him to be able to get up and escape this place.

Slowly, it all began to come back to him.

Peter’s deal and lack of voice. His insistence to save him. Slip telling him to leave. Juno refusing to go. Slip calling the executives. One of them whacking him on the back of the head. The world going dark.

He wasn’t sure what had happened after that, but he knew his body hurt like hell. After a few minutes, he figured the worst of the damage was probably a cracked rib or two that screamed whenever he tried to breathe normally. Everything else seemed to be a bruise or scrape. They must have beat the hell out of him and then dragged him to this alley.

He lay there for a few more minutes trying to work up the strength to stand, but couldn’t find it in him. 

Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching, quiet and even. He couldn’t tell from where.

The workers? The executives? Slip himself? 

A shot of adrenaline raced through his veins.

He pushed himself into a corner and grabbed the neck of a shattered bottle in defense. It might not have been his preferred weapon, but it was better than nothing.

The footsteps got closer.

Juno’s breathing was painful and shaky.

Even closer.

A figure rounded the corner. They spotted Juno, and raised their hands in defense.

“Whoaaa!! Hey, buddy, I don’t mean any harm! Man, if I had a nickel for every time I found someone in an alley who started pointing a weapon at me...”

Juno’s eye widened. It couldn’t be.

The figure stepped forward, and a little of the orange glow of the nearby metalworks fell on their face. “Hey, are you hurt? Do you need help at all?” they asked, crouching down to just above Juno’s level.

He knew this man’s face. He would know that voice even at the ends of the earth. Both had haunted his dreams for the last 20 years, and still echoed in his waking.

Benten.

His face floated across from Juno, smiling and slightly sheepish, but just exactly as Juno remembered him. Warm eyes, vaguely mischievous expression, gap-toothed smile, gentle hands, hair in neat braids knotted on top of his head. Juno felt his face going pale and the bottleneck slipping from his grip as this ghost looked at him in increasing concern. And suddenly a strange sort of fear began creeping over him.

“I’m dead, aren’t I? Oh gods, I’m dead. I died.” 

The specter of Ben snorted and rolled its eyes. “Yeahhhh, sure, let’s go with that. Pretty much everyone is in Hadestown. Kind of comes with the territory, you know?”

Juno couldn’t say anything in response. His mouth had gone completely dry. He just kept staring, breathing hard and ragged. The bottle clinked to the hard ground and Ben’s brow furrowed in concern.

“Are you sure you don’t need…” Ben’s voice trailed off as he leaned a bit closer to Juno’s face.

His eyes went wider the longer he looked. Ben drew in a sharp breath.

“Oh gods. I don’t……. Juno?” he asked, so quietly Juno barely heard it over the distant clanging of pickaxes and the grinding of factory gears.

“Ben,” Juno choked out.

And then Ben catapulted himself into Juno’s arms, and they were both laughing and crying. Juno didn’t even mind the pain. He hadn’t felt this full of joy in a very long time. His brother was here again, solid and real and warm in his arms. And gods, if it didn’t make him feel like he could tear down this whole damn town with nothing but his own two hands.

“Juno!!! Super Steel!! It’s been so long, did you miss me? How in Hades did you get down here? Did you die? Or did you sneak in? If you did, it’s a little unlike you, because I was always better at getting into trouble and you were better at planning it but not really carrying through. OH, and you’ll never guess who I met! I ran into your HUSBAND. Your HUSBAND, man!! I can’t believe you got married and never told me!” Ben chattered away, eyes glittering with excitement and joy and a few tears he couldn’t stop from rolling down his face.

“Slow down, Ben, give me a second!” Juno hissed through his teeth as a spike of pain lanced his lungs.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“About as good as I can be considering I think I just had the hell beat out of me. Could you help me up? Feels like I got hit by an angry toddler with a brick.”

Ben stood, wrapped his arm around Juno’s shoulders, and pulled him onto his feet before giving him a peculiar look that Juno was in a bit too much pain to decipher.

“What is it, Ben?”

“Nothing, it’s just-” he sighed, “It’s good to see you again. I missed you.”

A smile crept onto Juno’s face. “I missed you too. Loser.”

“Oh come on, I am NOT a loser!”

“Yes, you are. You just don’t want to admit it.”

“If I’m a loser then you’re…. Well, I’m not sure what you are, but at least I’ve never ended up bloody and bruised in a random alley somewhere.”

“You’re acting like you never took a punch when we were kids.”

“The only punches I ever took were from you, and you hit like a feather, Super Steel.”

“Hey, that’s not fair! I knocked Mick out once.”

“You and I both know Mick could get knocked out from tripping over his own shoelaces. That does not give you bragging rights.”

Juno stuck out his tongue in response and Ben recoiled, one hand pressed to his chest in mock offense and disdain.

“Really! I thought we were a little more grown up than that! If you keep behaving like that, I won’t be able to take you back to the hideout! You see, we only allow adults in there, and you, Super Steel, are not acting like an adult right now.”

Juno rolled his eye and sighed the deeply exasperated sigh only produced by interacting with one’s sibling. “Okay, fine. I apologize for sticking my tongue out at you.”

Ben raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“Aaaaaand for calling you a loser.”

“That’s more like it! I’ll take you back to see Vespa. She’ll be able to do something about those bruises and scrapes of yours. By the way, what happened to the eye? You lose a bet or something?”

—----------------------------------

It was slow going to get back to the hideout. Juno couldn’t walk too fast from a shooting pain in his shin and the probably cracked rib, but Ben was more than happy to spend the time talking and catching up on everything he missed. Juno told him about the bar he worked at, about Buddy and Jet and Rita, about the nasty winter that hadn’t let up for years, about his reason for the journey down here. In return, Ben told him about Hadestown, the work hours, the jobs, the forgetfulness, the cruelty of Slip and the executives.

“Why haven’t you fought back yet?” Juno asked, limping through the door to the hideout before gingerly lowering himself onto a mat on the floor.

Ben shot him a confused look. “What are you talking about, Super Steel?”

“Against the executives. Against Slip. This whole thing is so unfair. Why haven’t you guys tried to fight back yet?”

“Not sure.” A tall person with long white dreads who was seated at the table responded as they entered. “Maybe it’s because they own all of us?” 

“Hey, Vespa? You here? We got someone who needs some patching up!” Ben called into the recesses of the house.

A moment or two later, a woman with short, spiky, neon green hair emerged, rubbing her eyes. “This better be good, Steel. I was in the middle of a nap,” she muttered, shooting daggers at Ben.

“It’s my brother. My twin. He’s got some scrapes and a couple nasty bruises you might wanna look at.”

The woman, Vespa, glanced between Ben and Juno before giving Ben a glare that could have singed wood. “You woke me up for some scrapes and bruises?”

Ben went completely silent and stared at the floor. The person opened their mouth to speak, but Juno beat them to it. “Yeah, he did. I think I got a broken rib, too.”

Vespa’s lazer-sharp gaze turned on him the second he began speaking. Juno stared right back. She looked him up and down for a moment before letting out a small huff and turning back down the dark hallway she came from. She returned shortly after, carrying a small bag filled with medical supplies that she threw down next to Juno.

“Is it true?” Juno asked, wincing occasionally as Vespa began to take a small antiseptic wipe to some of the more prominent scrapes.

“Is what true?” Ben countered, leaning against one wall.

“That Nureyev signed the contract. That there’s nothing I can do to save him.”

“Yup,” chirped Vespa. “We’re all fucked down here.”

“Vespa,” the person at the table said, shooting a warning glance in her direction. “Leave him be. He just lost his husband.”

Vespa sighed. “I know, I know, M’tendere, but if he’s going to be down here, he should at least know what he’s up against.”

“It’s just…. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. None of this is fair!”

“We know, Juno,” Ben sighed. “We also don’t think it’s fair that the world is like this, but that’s the way it is.”

There was silence for a minute as Juno chewed on his lip and Vespa finished bandaging one of the more major cuts.

“It shouldn’t be that way,” Juno finally whispered into the silence. “If I can’t save him, then what’s the point of me even being here? If none of you can ever work your way out of here, then what is the point of working at all?”

Ben, Vespa, and M’tendere exchanged a look. Juno continued staring at the floor, biting his tongue. This was just… so unfair. And he was so sick and tired of having to deal with it. He was slowly losing everything he had to Hadestown: his husband, his brother, his health, and now his ability to change anything for the better. It didn’t work on the surface, so why should it work down here?

But slowly, M’tendere began to nod. “He’s right, you know. Why should we even be working if we aren’t getting anything out of it?”

“You said it yourself! Because they own us,” Ben said as he threw his hands up to the ceiling.

“But there’s more of us than there are of them. Strength in numbers and all that. It isn’t right that a small group should tell everyone what is true and what is right. The many should decide that for themselves.” Vespa stood from where she had been crouching next to Juno on the floor.

“You could bring Hadestown to a standstill if you all just stopped working for a few days,” Juno said, easing himself up off the ground to stand next to Vespa. “Coal miners used to do it back on the surface to get better working conditions and pay. It could work here too.”

Ben was quiet for a minute, and Juno noticed that his face had gone suddenly thoughtful. “Huh. They couldn’t stop all of us, could they? If we partied around and had wine and flowers for a few days?”

A slow grin crept over Juno’s face. “No. No, they could only try.”

A matching grin appeared on Ben’s face. “Well, then. In that case, M’tendere, would you mind drafting some invitations? And Vespa, would you mind spreading them around? It seems we’ve got a party to plan.”

[softshouyous-archive]

omggggg

[vixenpen]

High Sex (Dabi x Black Reader)

(Hoevember Day 15)

(Tons of AAVE this y/n is hood coded and obviously black)

You kicked open the rickety door of Dabi’s basement room in the new hideout and slumped down the stairs.

The space was dimly lit from the singular, dirty lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Candlelight flickered against the walls, and the air was thick and cloudy with the scent of burning herb.

Erykah Badu’s sweet and smoky vocals pumped from a small speaker beside him on the low set bed.

“Come in, I guess.” Dabi chuckled. “You look like shit.

“Ya mama.” You shot back, smirking.

You started to climb on his bed, when Dabi stopped you.

“Yo, take that shit off before you even think of getting in this bed.” Dabi nodded at your bloodied clothes.

You rolled your eyes. “Ain’t nobody worried about this raggedy ass bed.”

“I am, and you are too the way you’re lookin’ at it right now,” he disrupted himself to toke the blunt, “unless the bed isn’t the only thing that’s interesting you.” He smirked.

“Calm down, Walking Dead. You ain’t got nothing I want.” You gave another eye roll.

Thank god your brown skin hid the flush burning your cheeks. Dabi was propped up against the pillows wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that showed off the patch work of his burned and smooth skin. The gold surgical staples complimented his turquoise eyes, and his black hair was damp. In short he looked fine as hell, and he was right.

His smirk widened. “Do it slow, you know I like that shit.”

“Fuck you, Dabi.” You tossed your bloodied shirt at his face making him laugh.

Wriggling out of the leather pants of your costume you stood before him in nothin but a skimpy lace thong and matching strapless bra. Dabi’s gaze drank in your curves greedily.

You crawled along the bed until you collapsed at his side, and snatched the blunt from him between your long decorated nails.

Dabi had been into you since the moment he recruited you for the league, and he’d be lying if he didn’t say his attraction wasn’t at least part of the reason he’d pushed so hard to get you to join.

“So, How many families are gonna be missing a member tonight?” He asked, watching your juicy ass jiggle as you swung your feet in the air.

You shrugged, exhaling the smoke in his face. “Just a couple of lowly heroes. Nobody worth an obituary.” You shot back nonchalantly.

That was another thing he liked about you. You could be a cold bitch when you wanted to and he loved it.

“Then we should celebrate. Let me rub your booty.”

You snorted. “Who is that a celebration for? Me or you?”

“Both of us, kitten,” he laughed. “You look like you could use a good dick d-I mean rub down.”

You shot him a look and took one more drag of the waning blunt before sitting up.

“Sir, the only reason I’m here is because you have one of the only other showers in the building. It’s either this, or get spied on by Shiggy while I attempt to use his.

“Aww, babe,” Dabi touched his heart, pulling a fond expression, “so you chose to get spied on by me while you use my shower? I’m touched, y/n.”

A mellow high had begun to cloud your mind, making you drag yourself out of Dabi’s warm bed before it settled in your bones and rendered you immobile.

“What can I say?” You tossed out over your shoulder. You put a switch in your hips that had the poor man gawking shamelessly as you padded across the cold floor to his bathroom. “You’re the lesser of two evils.” With a wink, you shut yourself into his small bathroom.

You sighed as the hot water broke through the sweat on your skin. Your braids were going to be frizzy after this, but who gave a damn. It just felt so good to get clean.

Between the high and the steam you were so lost in the sensations that you didn’t hear the door click open.

“Need some help?”

“Shit, Dabi!” You jumped as he came up behind you.

He chuckled as his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you against him.

“Damn I love the way you say my name. Wish I could tell you my real one so I could make you scream it.”

You shot him a look over your shoulder. “Oh it’s like that, huh?”

“Yeah,” You could feel his long dick twitching against your ass crack and bit your lip. “It’s like that.”

Fuck.

“You couldn’t make me scream even if you tried, Walking Dead.”

“Ohhh, kitten,” he practically groaned against your neck before sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh. “That’s the third time you fucked up.”

You moaned as his pierced tongue slithered along the marked spot.

“The third?” You mumbled absentmindedly.

“Mmhmm.” His long fingers gripped at your curvy thighs before pressing against your sensitive clit.

All of a sudden, he had your thick thighs wrapped around his slim waist as he slammed you against the shower wall.

“The first,” he kissed your collarbone, “was bringing your fine ass in here in that tight ass leather outfit,” he pumped his length along your slick folds. “The second was leaving this door unlocked,” now he was slurping on your hard nipples, sending a tingle through your body.

“Fuckkk, Dabi,” you sighed as your body hummed with need.

“The third,” his blood shot, turquoise eyes fixed on to you, “is that little smart mouth of your. Cuz now I have to fuck you up.”

With that he slammed you down on his dick so hard his balls slapped.

“Ahh! Fuck!”

Dabi didn’t relent, as your cunt flexed around his length, he bounced you up and down squeezing your ass to keep control.

Every slam of his manhood into you, made stars blur in your vision. Your head felt hazy and empty of anything other than the mind numbing pleasure Dabi was assaulting you with.

“Fuck, fuck, shit! Oh my godddd, Dabi. Ahaaa~”

“What’s that, y/n? Hmm? You said you want more?”

If possible he fucked you faster, and harder. His manhood digging deep into you until the pleasure almost hurt. His abs flexed with effort and every thrust made his pelvis brush against your clit.

You could barely breathe between your screams and gasps of ecstasy. Your dark eyes remained fixed on Dabi’s pleasure filled gaze.

“God, y/n,” he half grunted, half chuckled, “you feel so fucking good. Fuck!”

If you could speak, you would say the same, but as it stood between the bud inn your system, the steamy heat clinging to your flesh, and your breathless moans, you were practically slipping into unconsciousness.

Instead, you dug your nails into Dabi’s back, not caring about the scared skin and dug your nails in as your pussy dribbled with desire.

“Don’t stop.” You sobbed into his ear, every pump of his cock making your words stutter. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, pleeease don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he sighed, eyes rolling back as his own ecstasy washed over him. “Trust me, baby girl, I won’t.”

He slowed down the pace, enjoying the creaminess of your textured walls slurping at his dick.

He rolled his hips and pressed a kiss against your plump lips with each stroke.

“Dabiii, oh god, pleas-“

“Sshhh,” he kissed you again. “Come on, y/n. Come on this dick. Come all over it, baby.”

He was determined to drag your orgasm out of you slow and hard.

Your nails snagged into a bit of the unburned skin on his back and you dragged your long nails against it.

“Ahhh! Shiiit! Dabi!”

Your scream choked out into a whine as the orgasm finally exploded through out you. Your pussy spasmed as the euphoria washed over you. The sensation was only enhanced by your previous high and seemed to roll over you in endless waves that made your legs quake around Dabi’s waist.

With a growl of his own, Dabi pulled out to bust his load on your stomach.

By the time the two of you were done, you were practically melting into each other.

“Damn...” you muttered, your head collapsing back against the shower wall.

“Damn is right.” He replied, face buried between your breasts. He peered up at you, wearing a cocky smirk. “Looks like I do have something you want after all, babygirl.”

[lavishedinjimin]

something pushes hard dom jk to suddenly start fucking y/n inhumanly fast and she is forced to sit there and take it, making barely any noise anymore cuz the wind was knocked tf out of her. its such an image to think of y/ns pusee being fkn abused and she cant even process it to do anything about it. its kind of agressive so u dont have to of course, just a thought i had about 3 mins ago💀but ily👉🏻👈🏻🥺

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'inhumanely fast' makes me giggle eheh

warning: jungkook calls you bitch 😬

you feel like your breath got knocked off when Jungkook's rough, calloused hand grabs the back of your neck. he grunts, forcing you to look up at him.

he lifts his brows up, watching your lips slowly grow into a smirk.

"you think it's funny, bitch?" he tightens the grip, making you gasp. "think it's funny making me hard under the table like that? in front of my fucking parents?"

within a flash, he throws you onto the couch, not even having the patience to lead you into your shared room. "huh, y/n?"

he bends you over, your knees on the plush cushions as your hands tightly grab onto the backrest. jungkook pulls your shorts down, slapping your ass harshly. you groan, shutting your eyes.

"you want my dick so bad?" he runs his hand through your hair, fingers brushing your scalp until he abruptly tugs on your strands.

"ohh, shit," you moan, eyes rolling back from the sharp stinging sensation.

"hm, baby? you want my cock drilling your cunt? that's what you've been begging for all night, yeah?"

you whimper, wiggling your butt against his boner to tease him ever more. you know how riled up he is, and even though you're slightly scared of what he'll do to you, you want him to fuck you so roughly until you see stars.

and that's what he did.

withing a flash, he had your panties pulled to the side, his cock springing free from the confines how his boxers, prodding the tip against your throbbing hole.

"mhm, so wet," he spanks you again, harder, "fuckin' slut. teasing me like a fucking brat cause you're just needy for some big cock?"

"OHH FUUUCK!" you yell, eyes expanding as your jaw drops to the floor when he unexpectedly shoves his whole length in, full force, not caring if you weren't prepped enough. "jungkook!" you squeal, toes curling.

he pulls your hair harder, making you arch your back painfully as he moves his hips so deliciously fast. his cock was hitting your sweet spot so good, making your legs quiver and shake around him.

he was fucking you balls-deep your pussy dripping out juices as it coats his thick length. you can hear the clapping sounds of both of your thighs hitting together, his cock twitching inside your walls.

"ohhh myyy godddd, k-kook!"

jungkook smirks darkly, loving to watch your body crumble. his other hand holds your waist tightly, surely leaving a red bruise right after.

"you like it baby? huh?" he says with a husky voice. "ah shit, pussy so fucking warm. you finally got what you wanted right?"

"y-yeah," you mewl weakly.

suddenly, he pulls his dick all the way out. you whine from the loss of contact, but he just slaps your ass to shut you up.

he grabs his dick and he slaps it against your pussy. "ahhh j-jungkook," your body shivers in pleasure, his cock hitting your clit.

he chuckles, firmly groping your reddened ass cheek with his other hand, "does my little bitch like that?" he slaps it against your soaked cunt harder, the slapping sound making you drip even more.

your mouth opens when he pushes his cock back inside, stretching your tight walls out for him. he continues to obliterate your pussy, your back arching even more when he uses your shoulders for leverage. your whole body seems to want to collapse, losing all of the strength in your upper body. hanging your head low, your eyebrows furrow as you let him do whatever he wants to you.

"you wanted this, bitch," he grins cockily, "don't play with me if you can't handle it rough."

[seoracle]

your bunny

Pairing: Switch!Changbin x Femdom(Switch)!Reader

Genre: PWP, Smut, Smut and...Smut...Fluff if you squint.

Summary: Changbin cherishes a lot of things, but Sundays with Y/N are the most sacred of all. title is from this song.

Word Count: 1.3k

Wanings: NSFW content, mommy kink, unprotected sex (when slipping between thighs, condomize!), petplay, toys & dom/sub themes.

The room was filled with the sound of a medium vibration and Changbin’s garbled moans, the sight of him in bunny gear was always breathtaking but today was different. His muscular, toned body was bent over, a vibrating plug snugly inside his hole, it even had a little fluff ball that matched perfectly to the black ears on his head.

“Please-Please-Please,” he pleads, eyes filling with tears,”Binnie needs to cum!”

“Nuh uh, Binnie wants to come.” You correct, spanking his ass harshly, he arches into your touch, moaning lewdly.

“Can’t take it anymore.” He cries out, “It hurts, mommy.”

“Oh, poor baby.” You coo in fake sympathy, he seems to think you’re serious and his eyes sparkle, stupid brat thinks he’ll get what he wants.

“Close your eyes, bunny, let Mommy make you feel good.”

Changbin is obedient for once, you grab the lube off the nightstand and squirt a bit out, warming it up with your fingers. He’s too preoccupied with listening to sounds to realise you slip a cock ring onto his length, that and the way you start pumping him is enough to keep him sated.

“Just like that..!” He gasps, fucking into your hand frantically to try reach his high. “Mommy makes me feel so good.”

“Only I can make you feel this good, isn’t that right bunny?”

Changbin nods, eyes rolling into the back of his head when you thumb over his slit. You can tell how close he’s getting by how loud his moans get, combined with the way he presses the plug deeper inside and it’s only a matter of time.

“Binnie’s gonna cum, Binnie’s gonna..!” Changbin’s sentence cuts off when you take your hand away from his red cock. “No, no!” He whines, “You said I could!”

“No, I said I’d make you feel good, not cum.” You snarl, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten how dirty you’ve been. Walked in on you playing with yourself, didn't I?”

Changbin whimpers in response, eyes going wide when he spots the ring around his cock. Before he can whine more you take his already lubed member and slide the fleshlight you’d bought onto it.

“No!” He wails, “Please, I’ll be good!”

“Binnie only wants to be good when he benefits,” You scowl, sliding the toy up and down slowly. “You don’t deserve my pussy.”

He cries out again, fucking against the toy feverishly as if his life depends on it, babbling incoherently when you turn up the vibration on the plug, and you can’t help but feel your heart swell, even like this he’s so precious.

“Gonna cum,” He gasps, just loud enough for you to hear. “Mommy, oh my godddd.”

His whines get pitcher and louder, the sound of his wet cock fucking the toy is so obscene and it makes you wetter than ever. When he finally reaches his high, it isn’t as satisfactory as he hoped and he cries loudly, desperately humping into toy once more.

“Bunny, stop, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” You order, and he listens, tears streaming down his face.

You take a moment to stoke his face, wiping his tears away. He leans into your hand and nuzzles, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

“Been a good bunny for me, Mommy’s gonna let you cum properly.”

You slip off your panties and push Changbin so he’s lying flat on his back, finally slipping the cock ring off. His bunny ears fall off but he’s too preoccupied looking at you, biting his lip at the sight, bunching his hoodie up against your chest to see your tits and swipes over your nipples with his thumbs, smirking at how you rock into his touch.

“Baby wants my cock,” he says softly, moving a hand down to grip at your ass.

“Shut up or I’ll gag you, be a good bunny and hush.” You command, pressing a finger to his lips, Changbin takes the digit into his mouth and sucks on it to show his obedience.

Carefully, you sink down onto his length inch by inch, eyebrows furrowing at the satisfying feeling of being stuffed with his cock once again. Changbin hisses, both hands now gripping your hips roughly, you swivel your hips and whimper at the feeling bubbling in your stomach, you could cum just from this.

“Is my baby gonna cum already?” He says mockingly, sliding a hand down to thumb over your clit.

“Told you I’d gag you.” You growl, finally regaining your composure you stuff your panties into his mouth and start bouncing on his member.

Changbin’s eyes roll back and he moans loudly, albeit muffled. You focus on your own high, finding the right pace and sticking to it, your head feels fuzzy from all the pleasure.

“Be a good bunny and rub my clit.”

He does as told and groans at the way your walls clench around him, you wrap one hand around as much of his throat as you can, squeezing gently just the way he likes.

“Gonna cum,” he hisses, mouth still full of your underwear, fucking up into you with so much vigour it catches you off guard.

“Not until I do.” You retort, tightening your grip on the base of his throat. “Gonna milk that pathetic little cock of yours.”

Changbin whimpers at your words, eyes clenching shut to stop himself from finishing too soon, which is harder considering you’re degrading him just the way he likes. It isn’t long until you finally unravel around him, choking him in the process.

When you finally let go, you can tell he’s feeling fuzzy and so close to cumming. From his spit covered chin to rosy cheeks, he’s a vision. You take your underwear out of his mouth and lean down to press your lips against his.

He moans against your mouth, the kiss is messy and wet, and his thoughts turn to your pussy, all wet and messy. Changbin sets a new pace, it’s brutal and takes his mind off the vibrating plug in his ass, your body shakes from over-sensitivity.

“M’Gonna stuff you full of my cum,” He moans, stroking your hair when you fall down against him, one hand rubs at your ass before spanking it roughly.

Your mind goes blank, all you can think about is cumming again and being filled. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass is so sinful, but the squelching of your pussy is the worst.

“You’re such a pervert,” You hiss, eyes rolling back as you cum again, liquid spurting out of your cunt when you do.

“Dirty fucking bitch,” Changbin laughs, spanking your aching clit. “All bark and no bite.”

You can’t even retort, too sore and fucked out, he thrusts back inside and as much as it hurts it also feels amazing. Noticing how close he is you decide to try and get the upper hand once more to put him in his place, sitting up against and rocking into his thrusts.

“Fuck,” He mutters, gripping your ass so tightly. “M’Gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” You reply, pinching at his nipples. “Whose bitch are you?”

Changbin bites his lip to conceal his moans, he’s clearly trying to act like he’s still in control but you both know the truth. You speed up your movements, cocking an eyebrow to remind him you expect an answer while pinching his nipples hard.

“Ah, fuck! Yours! I’m your bitch!” He almost screams, his aching cock starts to twitch and you know you’ve won.

“Give me your cum then.” You demand, reaching back to smack his balls.

The second you do he loses all composure, screaming your name and sloppily thrusting into your stretched out cunt. You whine at the feeling of his warm seed filling you up, it’s enough to make you cum again.

You flop down once more on top of his chest, listening to the steadying beat of his heart. Changbin is absolutely spent, eyes closed and loosely wrapping his arms around you. Pressing a kiss to his face you can’t help but smile, how did you get so lucky?

[glitterandgoldrush]

Have you seen the teaser??? Thoughts??? Headcanons for the show??? I love it so much 😭😭

i actually really enjoyed it!!

cooper and his dad’s relationship is great, it’s built up strong enough that it’s gonna be all the more crushing when it falls down, but we can already see kevin’s sort of strict, pushing tendencies where he’s guilting cooper into making sure he does well. i really hope that they put a lot of time & effort into this storyline bc i think it will play out well. and i must say i was overwhelmingly happy when i saw coop for the first time, chibuikem just has that big, sunshine-worthy grin that i always associated with coop so it was great to see it on screen! also low key thrilled he got the first scene bc my ass was so scared that he would be disregarded for nate&bronwyn and while that still may happen it felt like the universe was going “look ash, calm down there he is” and then we cut straight to addy and i was like oh thank godddd

addy/jake are already being set up so well, too. her insecurity, checking with vanessa, her mum criticising her, and her only relaxing once jake approves? great foundations for her arc in the book. and the scene is strrrraight from the book which i love! however it does lead me into my next point: no ashton. i already knew but it sucksuckssucks because she’s such a great part of the books and her and eli are so fun, i really really hope they introduce her later but i doubt it.

nate’s intro made me lol tho i feel like he’s turned more into like a stud than the real bad boy he was in the books. like i know he hooked up with girls in the books, but it was more like, they came to him, he didn’t really care. whereas here, he’s almost cocky and showing off about the girls he gets which book nate wouldn’t do. too hard to say so early on but it will be interesting to see how the develop that

bronwyn not having an intro! interesting…

also, the pre-detention posts semi-exposing them already…way to put everyone on edge. and certainly answers the question in the book of who would know what secret was coming up and decide to take action

i also really liked having a scene of simon and his influence, as well as janae openly showing her distaste for the other kids. we only get a tiny hint of that in oouil when she talks to addy about jake and her voice warms up to the sort of bitch session she and simon used to have

it’s nice to sort of establish that early bc it contextualises and explains a lot of her actions. like she really hates everyone else, she’s strung along and confused, yes, but she’s very much as guilty as simon here

this is A LOT but it’s all to say that i’m super excited!! it’s gonna be different from the books, by a lot, but i’m deciding to look at it as like, fan fiction! it’s just another fun interpretation of these characters that we all love so much (except our notable missing people, gone but never forgotten 😪😪)

[blushystuff]

Godddd my mommy is so hot and smart and pretty and hot and funny and sweet and so fucking hot and I love being her doll so much. We have been dating for a long time but more recently she's taken charge of me in a way that like gives me butterflies just Thinking about. It makes me get all warm and dumb and needy and happy I go into heat for her cause even my body knows I'm her prized bitch and is excited for her to play with me, I would do anything she asked and I want her to ask so so much of me I want her so badly all the time it melts what little brains I had away I'm so happy to be her blank cockdrunk toy I can't wait to have my throat trained through tears and drool and look up at her and beg for more with my eyes

[wille-zarr]

1 and 13!

Thank you @hansoulo 💙💙💙

1) Has a comment someone left on a fic of yours ever made you laugh out loud?

YES. I had to narrow it down to these three for In Fields of White. They are GOLD.:

From meltedlaundry:

hey dude I mean this as a warm compliment: what the fuck I stayed up until 4 am reading this last night and made myself promise to come back and comment because holy fuck (I normally don't comment but fuck it, it's christmas and you made me wake up my poor cat from laughing so hard) yes i read this all in one sitting and i don't regret the way my permanent eye bags have worsened because of it i'm being as genuine as my sarcastic asshole self will ever be when i say that this has been the best thing i've read in a while i've been stumbling through the world in a disillusioned haze and, while your words may not be the best coping mechanism, they're one I enjoy thoroughly i'll be honest when i say that i have a love hate relationship with star wars: the wonderfully interesting world that's been created has been criminally underutilized by most pieces of star wars media. the mandalorian is the first one i've seen that explores this weird ass galaxy in the way i want, and i think you translate the spirit of that pretty well I love the way you write din, and can never handle the roller coaster of comedy and angst and whatever else it's just good shit dude, and you should be proud of it (if you do the math you write around 8000 words per chapter and as an ex-writer i know that shit's hard) this is just a long winded way of saying good job, and have a good fucking week

From Black_Cat_Bites_Back:

HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD

WHAT THE FUCK

PLEASE TELL ME THAT SHE'S GONNA HIGH TAIL IT OUT OF THERE THEN THERE WILL BE 4 MANDORLANS AFTER HER BECAUSE THAT WILL BE KINDA FUNNY YOU KNOW.

BUT DAMN WHAT DID SHE DO????? LIKE????? DID SHE FUCK SOME HIGH COMMAND THEN DIPPED AND SOLD INTEL??? IS THIS GONNA BE SOME YANDERE SHIT OR JUST LIKE DAMN IM GONNA KILL YOU AFTER YOU LEAKED AND BETRAYED THE COMPANY???

From SpicedPancakes:

Oh my godddd this update was so good its literally black Friday and I was running around working at target sneak reading sentences at a time and then my store director totally almost caught me right at the part where she gets stabbed and nearly dies and ya bitch really thought about throwing the whole job away I HAD to find out if she lived and omg their conversation at the end ughhhh it was so worth it lmaoooooooo

13) Do you make playlists for when you write? If so, share!

I doooo! I have tons for IFoW, but I don’t know how to share them? I don’t use spotify lol.

Send Me Fanfic Asks!

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Twins prompt 10: It takes Two

Troy is just as bad as his sister when it comes to lashing out at the only other person in his life he cares about .

Note: I am SUSTAINED by comments. If you like any of these prompts, or want to see more of a specific one, hit up the replies. That’s my motivational juice right there. Check out the #my hcs tag on my page for the rest of my shorts and HCs!

He’s always hated editing without his own personal tech setup.

Tyreen never got why, she couldn’t. She’s not him, she doesn’t do any of the work he does, so she has no context for why this current situation sucks so much for him. Her job is to stay in front of the camera, his is to make sure she’s seen. Keeping her scripts written, her scenes choreographed, her persona in place.

Lighting, overlays, graphical tweaks. Cutting and editing content before he carefully schedules it for peak coverage and unleashes it on their ravenous followers, and he’s so goddamn good at it when he has hardware that works.

His media center back in their current base, his personal setup? It’s fully rigged for his dominant arm. The “stupid looking” accessories around his desks that Ty makes fun of? Butterfly keyboards, customisable multi-button mice, key-bound datapads. All ergonomic, all specifically designed to take a lot of the strain off his left hand and be as efficient as possible with it, without having to rely on his clumsy right to carry the slack.

When they are off planet seducing new sponsors, or escorting a war party, or any of the times he doesn’t have access to his own gear? He hates it. Sure, he has the software he uses on an echokey, but he has to rely on whatever hardware is available, and it’s never designed for one handed use. 

His mechanical arm is slow, cumbersome. It’s irritating and painful to try and use dexterously. He makes mistakes, ones that he knows damn well wouldn’t have happened if he was home with his own setup. Everything takes so much longer.. and the longer it takes, the more he fucks up. The more mistakes he makes, the more frustrated he becomes, and a frustrated Troy is a dangerous God to be around.

Tyreen can’t comprehend his anger when this happens. All she sees is her twin getting snappy, getting aggressive while hunched over hardware and spitting curses at it. She thinks he’s just being a moody bitch or complaining about a workload she knows damn well he can handle with no effort, so what’s the problem?

He can get it done, he always gets it done. He’s reliable like that. Useful. Clever.

Usually he can swallow the anger down, stay locked within his own head till he finally get’s the work finished.

Tonight he can’t.

It’s hours past midnight, it’s icy cold, and he hates Pandoran nights. The bitter air creeps into his joints and his lungs and his ports, chills the metal down into his bones, he can never get warm enough.

The bonfire the rest of the war party are celebrating around in the nearby camp is so damn tempting, but the raiders are too loud. He has to get this finished.

He needs to concentrate and he can’t with their goddamn screaming and chanting. Cringing as they shriek his mother’s name in reverence to their twin Gods, as his sister laps up the attention by the warmth of the fire while he struggles out of camp with this -

“Piece of fucking shit, goddamn ancient broken heap of ATLAS JUNK!”

He closes his eyes as the steamy breath from his outburst dissipates around him in the freezing night air, and starts to grind his teeth instead, frustration boiling over.

A sharp pang of pain along the front of his lower jaw reminds him with a gasp and a curse that the recent mod work still isn’t quite healed, and he lowers his chin to his chest and rubs at the tiny line of blood that’s seeped out of the seam under his lip, squinting at the flickering monitor of the small laptop balanced on his knees.

He’s exhausted, he can’t sleep till this Let’s Flay is ready and he keeps fucking up. Stupid.. broken.. WASTE of a right arm isn’t dextrous enough to work with the tiny keyboard he’s hunched over, and even with his coat pulled tight around his shoulders trying to keep what little heat he has in, his only usable hand is starting to numb.

His fingers are freezing, clumsy, and he’s only got his left arm to work with. There is strain in his tendons from stretching to hit the same 3 keybinds over, and over, and over, and he’s not getting any closer to being done. Every step forward and he notices two he has to take back and fix, mistakes he never would have made if he hadn’t been dragged out here, and he is fucking furious.

This isn’t fair. Why can’t he be home? Why does he have to be here, doing this, with ONE hand, just because Tyreen wanted him with her for what.. support or some shit? Where’s his support?

He clenches the useless oversized prosthetic fist laying in the dirt next to him, repeating the movement over and over to try and relieve some frustration. The pistons hiss almost as loudly as the sound of the laptop’s struggling fans, and he gnaws viciously at his lower lip with metal capped teeth as he slams his fingers into the flimsy keyboard harder with each new mistake.

“Oh my godddd, you’re still up?”

He stiffens, hearing her approaching from the camp. Sauntering away from the screaming laughter and cheering of the celebrating COV warband he’d purposefully removed himself from tonight to try and get this done… and he braces himself.

She’s going to piss him off.

She’s already pissing him off with that nagging, bitchy tone of voice. Mocking him, like he wants to still be up. Like he WANTS to waste his night and sit here freezing to get this work done for her.

A warm, gentle touch to his left shoulder, and he feels a shudder of anger run down his spine, refusing to look away from the monitor and acknowledge his twin’s friendly gesture.

“Yeah… it’s… not going fast, Tyreen. I figure another couple a hours…” he mumbles into his fur collar, purposefully ignoring her attempts at eye contact.

“Oh. Right… ” She whispers, almost sounding apologetic as she carefully removes her hand from his shoulder, the sound of her feet shifting nervously in the dust behind him breaks the silence for a moment.

“Well, whatever, dumbass!” She sings out with a laugh as her persona falls back into place. God Queen active again, all confidence and hubris.

“Hurry up so you can come back to camp, the boys are asking for ya and even I -he grimaces- can’t keep ‘em entertained forever.”

The new squeeze on his shoulder is meant to be reassuring, maybe? It’s just irritating him more. Why won’t she just fuck off and let him work. Run back to her adoring fans and leave him to sulk in peace.

He whistles in a sharp breath and smiles, still looking straight forward at the night sky ahead, still ignoring her hand squeezing his shoulder.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah OK Tyreen. Cool. Cool! I’ll hurry up. I’ll just get another hand, will I?”

“I’ll just freakin wish, rrrreeeeeaaal hard and grow a new arm, and not have to RELY ON THIS SHIT THAT DOESN’T FUCKING WORK!”

She jumps back with a fright as he yells and slams the laptop closed with an audible crunch, wrapping her arms around herself in the bitter cold as she ties to salvage the situation.

“Troy.. What the hell man, I was only checking up on you…”

No reply, her massive twin hunches down on himself further in front of her, sharp metal ridges on his spine implant raising in threat as the red light under the black metal plating pulses in response to his anger.

“If this is getting to you just.. stop. It’s OK to do it when we get back if… if it doesn’t, you know…”

She tries to find the right words, gesturing quietly at his modded back, his monstrous prosthetic arm.

“Um… suit your layout.”

He twitches visibly, and she waits for his reply, hopeful he’ll come back to the camp now.

“My… “layout”, Tyreen?”

Finally, he turns to her. Vicious smile not reaching his icy eyes as they bore into his sister, seething.

“Got any more advice for me on my layout… considering who fucking configured it?”

It takes her a moment to realise the implication.

The blame.

She drops her hands to her sides in shock and returns his stare. Disgusted expression smeared across her features, mouth slack and eyes narrowed as she comprehends what he’s just said to her.

“I.. I..” She stutters, tears starting to pool under her eyelashes.

“Screw you, Troy” she chokes out, flinging the warm blanket he hadn’t noticed she’d carried from camp for him into his face, before turning to storm away.

“Feeling’s mutual, you nasty little bitch” He hisses in reply, and tosses the blanket into the oil soaked dirt by his side in petty dismissal of her attempted kindness. 

Watching her make her way back towards the inviting warmth of the still celebrating camp for a while, he slowly shifts back to the laptop still balanced on his lap and cautiously opens it, revealing the destroyed screen.

“Oh… Fuck.”

[camillemontespan]

camille’s scrapbook [photoshoot]

Master List

A/N: The edit I made for this didn’t really work but damn it, I tried. Meghan Markle’s face on top of Natalie Portman’s body just wasn’t working for me no matter how much I tried to fix it. SO, after all of that, I thought I should just use it otherwise it would have been a waste of my time. Not that I’m doing anything productive.

SPEAKING OF PRODUCTIVE: I’ve been posting new chapters of my current series Ten Years From Now throughout the whole of this lockdown but as from next week - TBC- I am going to be working a temp job at my bf’s dad’s store. I’ll be the person at the front letting people in and reminding them to stay 2 metres apart - I will be in a position of authority, oh my godddd. So, I won’t be posting as much but I desperately need money. 

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Lily looked through more of the photographs, her eyes dancing as she tried to pick the next one. It was a big decision. 

Her eyes settled on a picture of Camille. 

'Mommy!' she cried, pointing at the image. 'This one.' 

Camille groaned. 'Oh god, my pregnancy photoshoot.. What a disaster!' 

Drake examined the picture, a slow smile creeping on his face. He grazed the image with his finger, entranced. 

Camille pulled Lily into her, kissing her all over. 'That's you inside my tummy, my little mushroom! And you wouldn't stop kicking me!' 

Lily squealed, laughing as Camille covered her in kisses. Drake couldn't take his eyes off the photograph. His wife looked beautiful. 

Photoshoot

Camille shook out her shoulders, trying to feel confident, when really, she was shitting it. 

She was eight months pregnant and preparing for a photoshoot. But it wasn't any photoshoot, not one for a magazine. No, this photoshoot was for her husband. 

Drake had been so supportive of her ever since she told him she was pregnant. He had looked after her more than usual, refusing to let her lift a finger. He had wanted her to feel relaxed and content throughout this pregnancy with no worries. 

He also adored her pregnant. Camille didn't know why exactly but she was enjoying all the extra attention. He always gave her attention but this was on another level. 

Camille wanted to give him a present to say thank you for being her rock. Which was why she was in a photography studio with only a white sheet wrapped artistically around her body, showing off her bump. 

She wanted Drake to have something to commemorate her pregnancy before the baby was born. She just hoped he would like it. 

************

'You look fabulous darling!' Micah the photographer cried. 'Glowing!' 

Camille struck another demure pose, trying to relax. 

She wasn't usually nervous for photo shoots, in fact, she was quite the natural in front of the camera and behind it. But this was important. This was for Drake and it had to be perfect. She had to look perfect. 

Her baby girl kicked hard. 'Ah fuck!' Camille cursed, grasping hold of her bump. Micah stopped taking pictures, eyeing Camille warily. 

'You okay?' he asked hopefully. 

Camille nodded. 'Baby girl just kicked, that's all!' 

Relieved, Micah got back to taking pictures. Camille kept her hands wrapped around her bump, trying to focus on the camera. 

Oh god this was a bad idea. 

She was heavily pregnant. Sure, she wasn't due for another month but what if something happened? What if the baby decided to come early? What if her waters broke in front of Micah?! What if Micah had to deliver her baby?! 

Stop catastrophizing. You are eight months pregnant. She is healthy. She isn't going to arrive early. Micah isn't going to deliver your baby girl. He is going to take your picture which you will show to your husband and that's it. Focus. 

She exhaled and posed again, looking down and smiling. The baby kicked. 

Okay baby girl. Here's what we're going to do. Compromise. It's a big word I know, but you will learn it when you're older. If you stop kicking Mommy right now, I will be so happy. Then tonight I will eat all of the watermelon, which is your favourite thing right now, and Daddy will tell you a story, and you can kick Mommy to your hearts content. How about that? 

Nothing. 

Camille smiled at the camera, cradling her bump. 'Beautiful!' Micah shouted. 'You are like a modern day Princess Diana! Serve me pregnant Duchess realness!' 

The baby kicked again, hard. 

Camille sighed, stopping to look down at her bump. The baby was moving a lot today, quite restless. It was strange. 

Camille posed again, trying to keep a smile on her face. But the baby kept kicking and dancing, unable to relax. The harder she kicked, the more breathless Camille became. 

'Micah, I need to stop,' she said. 'I'm so sorry but the baby keeps kicking.' 

Micah told her that they had collected enough photographs and he would email her them when they were ready. She could then choose her favorites. 

Camille felt like she wouldn't have any favorites. 

She got dressed and her security guard, Jason, walked with her out of the building towards the private car outside. 

'How did the shoot go?' Jason asked. He had been waiting outside so he could give Camille privacy. 

'Awful,' Camille told him. 'The baby kept kicking and I couldn't focus.' 

Jason sighed. 'I bet Drake will love the pictures. Don't be down on yourself, Camille. He worships the ground you walk on.' 

**************

Camille blamed her hormones for the flood of tears that poured down her face when she was finally home. 

All she had wanted was to give Drake a present and she hadn't been able to do that. She was certain the pictures would be terrible. 

She dragged herself upstairs to the bedroom. Pulling open the closet door, she found Drake's denim shirt. Undressing, she pulled the shirt on and climbed under the duvet, cupping her baby bump. 

I'm sorry I'm so emotional, baby girl. It's not your fault. If anything, it's a good thing that you're moving a lot, it means you're healthy. That's all I want, for you to be healthy. But I really wanted to give something to your daddy and make him smile. 

'Camille?' 

Drake opened the door, stepping inside. Camille sniffled. She felt Drake sit down on the edge of the bed. 

He gently pulled the duvet away, exposing a crying Camille. 

'Baby, what's wrong?' he asked, his voice low and soothing. He had dealt with many pregnancy breakdowns over the past few months. 

'Gnhhghhhh..' 

Drake gently smoothed back her hair to show her face. Her eyes were red rimmed and her skin was blotchy. 

'Talk to me,' he murmured. 'I'm here.' 

Camille struggled to sit up. Drake helped her, fluffing up the pillows so her back was supported. He waited for her to explain. Even though last time she had a breakdown, it was because she hadn't realised that they were out of watermelon and she had had a hard time explaining why she was so bereft. 

'I was at a pregnancy photoshoot today,' she admitted reluctantly. Drake drew back, his eyes widening. He hadn't expected that answer. He had thought this would be another watermelon emergency. 

'I wanted to get some pictures done as a gift for you because you've been so kind and caring during this pregnancy,' she explained, wringing her hands together. 'But the baby kept kicking, like more than usual, and I couldn't focus and now the pictures are going to be ugly and awkward and I'm going to look ridiculous and anyway I'm sorry -' 

She was word vomiting. Her words poured out of her and her eyes filled with tears as she told him the sorry tale of the photoshoot. 

'And now I feel like a terrible mom because its a good thing that she is moving and kicking, but I was getting all fixated on taking the perfect picture!' she wailed. 'What kind of mother does that?! I'm such an asshole!' 

She burst into fresh tears, her entire body shaking uncontrollably. Drake took a breath. Slowly, he arranged himself so he was lying on his front and he was looking down at Camille's bump. 

'Oh baby girl, let's try and look after Mommy, ' he sighed, lifting up the denim shirt to show Camille's stomach.  Camille sniffled, watching as he ran his hand along the bump. 

Drake looked up at Camille with soft, warm eyes. 'I love you,' he said. 'I can't believe you even thought about doing something like that for me. You're eight months along, you should be focusing on nesting and instead, you're setting up photoshoots and pushing yourself.' 

Camille cast her eyes down. 'I just wanted to make you smile.' 

'And I really appreciate that, baby,' he assured her. 'I do. But I don't need a photo of you in make up, with your hair all perfect, posing to a camera. Why would I when I've got the real thing, right here?' 

'I look like shit,' Camille told him dryly, rubbing her eyes harshly. 'Like microwaved shit.'

'You look gorgeous,' he said. 'I love it when you wear my shirt and nothing else. I love it when your face is free of makeup and your hair is in a messy bun. And I love your bump. I love that you wanted to give me something to remember these months but Camille, I'm always going to remember how beautiful you are. I'll remember this moment right here. I don't need a fancy picture to remind me.'

Camille sniffled, making Drake's heart tug. He sighed and looked down at her bump. 

' I think baby girl was just really excited today, 'he said quietly. 'She knew you were doing something secretive and fun so she wanted to join in.'

Camille shook her head. 'You don't have to make up stories to make me feel better..' 

'I mean it,' Drake said, his voice strong. 'I think baby girl was trying to join in. This is the most she's kicked in ages right? And she would kick when you were posing? Camille, our daughter is a little attention seeker who is going to love the spotlight, I'm calling it now!'

Camille burst out laughing, a throaty laugh that showed her true appreciation. Drake grinned, happy that he had made her laugh and forget about her worries for a moment. He chuckled and leaned up to kiss her softly. 

'You're not a bad mom,' he whispered against her lips. 'You're already taking such great care of her. But right now, you gotta focus on yourself. No more photoshoots. Just stay home, nest and let me look after you.' 

'But you've been working so hard looking after me,' Camille said. 'I just wanted to say thank you.' 

Drake took her hand. 'I don't need a thank you for looking after my wife and daughter. I love looking after you. Its never a chore, I'm happy to do it. Let me look after you, Camille. That's what makes me happy.'

Camille sighed but gave him a genuine smile. 'Alright,' she said. 'You can look after me.' 

'Great,' Drake said. 'Now, what does madam want to eat this evening?' 

Camille looked up at him from under her eyelashes. 'We're in the mood for watermelon..' 

Drake chuckled, shaking his head. 'Watermelon it is. I stocked up on it after last time. Can't have you crying about watermelon again, not on my watch!' 

****************

The photographs were emailed to Camille the following week. As she scrolled through them, she could see that they were actually quite pretty. 

She heard her office door open. Drake entered. 

'Hey honey,' he said. 'Whatcha looking at?' 

Camille blushed. 'The photoshoot pictures..' 

Drake rushed to her desk, eager to see. Camille closed her eyes, waiting with bated breath. She felt so nervous for him to see them. 

'Basically, pick one you like and I can have Micah produce it -' 

'All of them,' Drake interrupted her. His eyes slowly roamed over each image. He couldn't tear his gaze away. 

The photographs were elegant, like Camille was. She looked glowing and healthy. Her bump was on proud display and from her poses and smiles, you wouldn't have known that the baby had been kicking her constantly. 

'Jesus, you're fucking beautiful,' he murmured. 

Camille smiled now. Drake ran his finger along the screen, finally managing to take his eyes away so he could look at Camille who was watching him hopefully. 

'I maintain what I said about not needing pictures,' Drake told her softly. 'But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna frame every single one.' 

[jlf23tumble]

Whelp, it's the first full day of the time change, I'm drunk, Louis’s gone full sbb with tonight’s shirt, Robbie's just gone, Simon’s coming down from last night’s coke binge, and Lilo’s coming for my ass, so let's just cut to the chase on episode 20, shall we??? I’ll stop tagging poor @newleafover​ and@justlarried every single week because they're, like, YEAH, OKAY, JEN, WE FUCKING GET IT, lmao, but for everyone else who isn’t watching, come tell me why you aren’t because I’m baffled. If you love Louis, this is like a mainline drug hit straight to your heart; if you hate Simon, this is like a mainline drug hit straight to your heart. Simon’s a parody of his former self (he literally copies everything Louis does at this point, only terribly), and Louis literally owns this show, so do you have some sort of hatred for Dermot (if so, fuck off/do NOT interact)? I mean, look at this minx:

If you’re busy, I get it, but if not, educate me (privately or on anon) because I'm curious. I can’t track Simon’s decline linearly from previous years (he’s as irrelevant to me then as he is now), but here in front of us all, exhibiting the “duality of palpable envy and fake closeness” as @horsegirlharry​ puts it, the entire spectacle is FASCINATING, especially if you love Louis. Anyway, tonight is mostly filler, but just like leftover Halloween candy, we can keep on snacking until the next holiday, so shall we?

The sound was shitty last night for two (2) people (who, I might add, weren’t all that great regardless), so the fake judging was held off until tonight, which means we have to watch all of these performances AGAIN, and I’m drunk and I love you, so that’s a no from me.

Nile Rodgers is here for Robbie, and Simon stands up when he’s introduced to pretend that he isn’t a racist, but as usual, his read on the rest of the room is wrong, so it’s just as pathetic as anything else he normally does (I’d say take a sip every time he looks to Louis for guidance, but you’d be trashed at the 20-minute mark, so you’re welcome).

GOD, I hate Jimmy A so much, and me as both Louis’s facial tics when he has to applaud him (which, huh, line up exactly with how he looks when Simon calls him his buddy) and Dermot when he does this awkward side grab instead of his normal hug (Dermot’s like the cat who hisses at shitty people):

Liam is introduced as the X Factor’s very own, and really? REALLY? Because wow, he’s so much more than that, but I’m in the crowd screaming so loudly for Liam that it only serves to make Jimmy A’s performance seem extra stupid (tl/dr, he kills it):

If I were a giffer, I’d capture Dermot’s flirty leg kick as he says hello to Liam’s team, while Liam waves first to Louis and then to Nile, and godddd, I would kill a man to know what these three talked about in Ihbeetha. Somewhat related: I like learning that Dermot’s fave is Dalton (same), but come on Liam, Brendan??? Whut.

Time for the ridiculously fake final judging, and me as Dermot saying good luck to everyone while looking directly at Louis’s team. Even the editors make it clear for stupid people, I mean, choose your mentor:

FOR FUCKING ONCE, both Ayda and Louis’s teams are safe, so they share a ~moment that I can’t properly convey in full but that warmed my cold, dead heart to its very core:

And apparently, there is a god, so the shitty boy band is immediately out, woo hoo! My highlight is Dermot saying, “Guys, it is so, so difficult to come in to this show and get together as a group and try and gel in the time you've had,” and meanwhile all of us been knew that the biggest band in history actually did it, but let’s cut to Louis’s reaction when one of them says that it’s not the end for them (spoiler: it is):

(Weird sidebar: I have a furby that went fucking NUTS and started chattering away this week on Halloween but then again tonight when United 5/Vibe got kicked off…the spirits really do communicate with us!)

The final sing off is Acacia and Aaliyah vs. Molly, which, why? I get Molly, but A&A only get stronger week by week, and yet Danny’s still hanging on?? God, is this show racist. Anyway, I love that Louis’s the only one tracking A&A while they work the entire room, and how Dermot telegraphs Molly’s impending loss by introducing her with a somber, “Singing in what could be for the final time on the X Factor,” yep, WE GOT IT.

To nobody’s surprise (if they can track an edit), Molly’s out, and Simon tries to pretend that he’s Louis by taking responsibility for her shitty song choices (as he should because he IS responsible), but it’s very flat and insincere…her ouster is the only time that he’s actually physically near her (he never attended rehearsals, compared with comrade Louis’s who seemingly tirelessly canvased the rest of the house). In the flattest monotone, Simon announces, “I demahnd a recount,” and Dermot says, “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen,” as he tries to flood Molly with the physical reassurances she needs via hugs (Simon tries to chat with her in the background like Louis did with Armstrong a few weeks back, but no, it’s so off, fail):

Oof, what a predictable letdown, all in all (I need more Lilo content, goddammit), so until next week! Clink clink, bitches! 

[hyungwon-remade]

my ateez hi touch experience !!!

so a lil intro gkdjg basically what happened is vip ppl stayed in the concert hall n then after some waiting they took us through this side door n into some hallway and i thought we were gonna go and stand in line and wait for our turn or smth but we literally walked through the door n turned around a corner n they were RIGHT there n i was like bouncing bc i was so excited n nervous and i went around the corner looking like an idiot n first thing i see is jongho like In My Face and i started freaking out it was so scary kgjsdgj also disclaimer the descriptions for each member arent equally long bc the staff rushed me on a few members + i was too shocked to do anything sometimes i promise im trying not 2 sound biased (except 4 the one abt san. tht one is probably biased but i cant help it im in love and i talk a lot when its abt him.) i love them all i swear gkjdsgd

jongho: like i said he was first and idk how 2 describe him he looks so much? bigger? irl like taller n more broad than id expected HDJDJ but really handsome n i noticed immediately his skin looks really soft and he has v round cheeks hes. cute. i was really dazed so i forgot what i wanted to say to him which was compliment his vocals n i only used one hand i did that for all of them bc im dumb n didnt think hdkddj when i held his hand he went hi thank you! so i just said thank you i love you bdkdjjdk :( i FAILED i was gonna be cool and call him a vocal god but i got all shy .. but its okay at least he knows i love him

yeosang: first of all he looked so soft and adorable all night n kept doing cute things during the performances and i love him so much gkdfokh anyways hes so beautiful up close LITERALLY an angel and he had the sweetest shy smile and i still couldnt think properly so i just held his hand n said i love you so much bcjdkkd i cant remember if he said anything back or not i might not have heard it if he did kgsdjg i actually wanted to tell him that i think hes really amazing and precious but i rly couldnt get any words out other than i love you ksdjgs and i didnt have any time w him at all im sad bc hes one of my favs but hes th one i remember the least from the hi touch i feel like i didnt get to look at him at all :(

mingi: hes SO large but not intimidating at all like i didnt realize he had been towering over me until i moved on to wooyoung who was so much smaller kgjdsg anyway mingis so so warm and smiley and at this point my brain finally started working a bit again and like i swear as soon as u see mingi n his huge smile u just wanna give him the world and tell him hes the best person in the universe like theres smth abt him that just makes u want to give him so much love as soon as u see him so i said “youre so amazing i love you !!!!!!” n he smiled so big at me and said thank u i love u! also his hand was huge n i held it w my tiny hand fhdjkdj

wooyoung: idk if its just bc he was standing right next to mingi but he looks kinda small irl HDJDJDK obviously still taller than me but he looked tinier than i expected. and so beautiful aaaa i really had no idea what to say to him n i was nervous but i said thank you i love you :( it went so fast the security rushed me on quickly so i didnt get a lot of time w him and i feel bad djdkdjdk

seonghwa: godddd LITERALLY the prettiest person ive EVER seen you cant even imagine how gorgeous he is irl and the second he saw me he smiled really bright and was like “my princess!!!!” bc i was wearing my tiara n like my brain shut down it rly caught me off guard BDJDBDJ this is like my clearest memory from the whole concert i can still hear his voice in my head how he said it n his smile ggjdksgjo i was rly flustered ANYWAYS.. i was like stunned but then i was like yes thats me!!! DFFHDF??? and while security were telling me to move on i quickly said “i love u ur my prince!!” n he like held onto my hand a lil longer n was looking back at me while i was saying it even tho i was being rushed away gsdgsdk

san: okskskhmdff the love of my life literally i.....i stared at him for a sec when it was his turn like what the fuck thats the love of my life right in front of me ????? like what am i supposed to DO... and not to be het but hes literally soooooooo beautiful hdkdhddj his facial features look a lot more defined? irl.. idk how 2 say but he looks softer in pics and hes just sooooo handsome jdoddjdkdn its crazy and he smiled rly cutely at me when i came up to him n he held my hand skgjd n like FINALLY my brain was working again so from here on i started actually speaking korean to them like i WANTED to gdgkds i managed to say like half of what id planned to say i literally went autopilot i said it like w/o stuttering and i dont even know how bfkdh and he went like :O and leaned super close to me to hear what i was saying UDHDJDJCCJXJ i said “thank u so much for making me happy!!!” and n his eyes were sparkling n so loving when he realized what i said and he put his hand on his heart and said thank you and bowed at me (nearly headbutting me in the process bc he was so close jgsdgks) n seemed rly happy n touched like genuinely and then i was being rushed on by the staff so i quickly yelled i love you!! n he was like i love you too! dkdofkh i love him so much n he loves me back wow...what a time.. i miss him gksdogkg his hand was so soft and warm 🥺🥺

yunho: didnt get much time w him either i think the staff had their eyes on me bc id lingered at both seonghwa AND san (accidentally i SWEAR i didnt realize i was getting more time w them bc the staff didnt notice i was still there kjgsdg) i wanted to sing happy birthday 2 him but i completely forgot everything n it was going so fast :( so i panicked and i yelled happy birthday i love you !!! rly awkward and he looked SO happy but he clowned my yelling at him n said thank you back in a similar tone as i did KGJSDG he is sosososo cute irl literally just a big teddy bear i wanted to hug him so bad and he has the most sparkly loving eyes i swear also i think he was really happy to spend his birthday with us and im so happy i got to tell him happy birthday in person i feel super lucky :(

hongjoong: okay so like most precious person in my life.. he was last which made me emo bc it felt like he was like the one saying goodbye to me fhdjdh so i was abt to cry and he rly looked at me like i was the most important person in the world gjsdogk like its true what everyone said abt that seriously he loves atinys so much uhghhgh ... n he held my hand as soon as i came up to him (lol the staff said no hand holding n hongjoong said fuck your rules bitch) and he looked rly surprised when i started speaking korean his whole face went :O kjsdkg i asked him if we can be best friends bc ive always been calling him my best friend n i need 2 make sure we r on the same page u know? and he nodded n was like yes!! yes!! n he held onto my hand a lil while i was walking away :( im officially hongjoongs best friend u guys he said it himself...

[drunkenvigors]

These are kinda therapeutic for me (I’m going to skip some of them cause there’s a lot though!) sorry if you somehow know me irl and see this

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? I would love to be at least 5’6

2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) I already have my dream pets and I love them with my entire being

3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? No I switch between so many I never look the same lmao

4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Don’t make me answer this it’s too hard to think of, nextttt.

5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: 8:30pm (my fave time of day), mashed potatoes, and the rest of my brain goes into oblivion idk

6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? I care too much or not at all there’s no inbetween beware I could scare u off or piss u off take ur pick

9: Are you ticklish? Everywhere on me is ticklish unfortunately but you can get a free pass to tickle me for 1min if I think you’re cute, otherwise take ya hands off the merchandise stupid bitch.

10: Are you allergic to anything? Being social

11: What’s your sexuality? I am pansexual but due to being bullied about it I tell everyone I’m Bi.

12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? This is a choice nobody should have to make.

13: Are you a cat or dog person? I am a regular person that loves them both

14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? Short enough to pass as an elf so why not 🧝‍♀️

15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? David Dobrik, hes entertainment for when I’m eating snacks

16: How tall are you? Mind ya business.. 5feet...

17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? Tee, that’s what I go by anyways so considered it changed

19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? Yes and no.

20: Do you like space or the ocean more? How about neither because they’re big cluster fucks of the unknown and that in itself is terrifying

22: Pet peeves? Letting me get attached and talking to me then leaving me hanging without any fucking explanation like um lmao you suck

23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? I’m nocturnal for sure

24: Favorite constellation? Dis pussy

25: Favorite star? Ur moms pussy

26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? This sounds sexual

27: Any phobias or fears? Too many dots/holes in the same area, I’ll actually vomit.

28: Do you think global warming is real? OBVIOUSLY

29: Do you believe in reincarnation? Eeeehhhh I guess. I believe in a lot of different theories that I’ve thought of myself, I don’t care what other people think about these things because I’d like to stay true to my own thoughts.

30: Favorite movie? Spirited Away

31: Do you get scared easily? Not really

32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? Too much math brb

34: What is a color that calms you? Red yay

35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? ... don’t make me say it because I won’t

36: Where were you born? In a Jesus piece praise

37: What is your eye color? Poop

38: Introvert or extrovert? Both depending on the day

39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Yea & if you don’t we probably won’t get along very well

40: Hugs or kisses? I’m definitely a hugger

41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? There’s a very kind soul I’m dying to meet

42: Who is someone you love deeply? Tiger (my cat)

43: Any piercings you want? My bridge

44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? This is hilarious if you’ve never seen me before

45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? No smh are u kidding me that shits for the birds ya’heard weed will kill ya ;’(

46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! Godddd fucking DAMN he is so nice to me. Better than the stupid fuck people I tried to take care of around my area. These circumstances really suck.

47: What is a sound you really hate? There’s a couple people in mind that when they talk I would love to just shove a sock down their throat

48: A sound you really love? A skateboard on the pavement

49: Can you do a backflip? Fuk off maybe I’ll try to after doing this post

50: Can you do the splits? Used to

51: Favorite actor and/or actress? Myself when I need to get out of certain situations due to excessive anxiety but not wanting to show my real emotions, you feel?

53: How are you feeling right now? Would be better if I wasn’t here rn

54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? Exactly how it is

55: When did you feel happiest? When I get attention from the person I want it from, stupid romantic bullshit that doesn’t even matter

56: Something that calms you down? Probably my sister because we can laugh anything off together and I mean ANYTHING

57: Have any mental disorders? I can’t count them all on one hand

58: What does your URL mean? It’s from a hopsin song and Bioshock infinite. Good luck figuring it out

59: What three words describe you the most? Confusing, loud, quiet, and I’ll add one more, contradiction

60: Do you believe in evolution? Well.. how do you think we’re humans rn, we came from monkeys or whatever

61: What makes you unfollow a blog? If they post stupid ads or things that’ll try to pursue you into doing something

62: What makes you follow a blog? If it fits my aesthetic

63: Favorite kind of person: funny

64: Favorite animal(s): 🐨

66: Favorite emoticon: 🖤

67: Favorite meme: disgusteng

69: What is your star sign? TAURUS BAAAABYYYY 😍

70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? No but I can so wassup dâddÿ

71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? I have too many to pick

72: Post a selfie or two? How about no because I’m ugly lmao tf

73: Do you have platform shoes? NO I SHOULD GET SOME TBH

74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? I’ve pissed myself while drunk too many times to count, do as you wish with this information because I find it hilarious & I’m glad I don’t have an alcohol problem anymore lol

75: Can you do a front flip? Actually, yes, yes I can

76: Do you like birds? Don’t hate me for this but no I really don’t

77: Do you like to swim? Yessss

78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? Ice skating

79: Something you wish didn’t exist: trump

80: Some thing you wish did exist: a green sky and a purple moon

81: Piercings you have? Lip, nose, ears, nipple (yes only one of them lmao)

82: Something you really enjoy doing: sucking my own dick for attention

83: Favorite person to talk to: myself in the mirror

84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? Idk I was so young when I made this blog I can’t recall

85: How many followers do you have? Idk does it even matter

86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? I smoke far too many cigarettes for that

87: Do your socks always match? Never

88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? No wtf you thought I was fit? Nexxxttt

89: What are your birthstones? Emerald

90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? Koala

91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? Lillies, sunflowers, or buttercup flowers

92: A store you hate? Aerocrombie or however you fuckin spell it

93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? 6 or 7

94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? Read minds but I would probably end up killing myself knowing all the bad things people think of me

95: Do you like to wear camo? Sometimes

96: Winter or summer? Summer

97: How long can you hold your breath for? 326183621

98: Least favorite person? Andrew lol fuck you.

99: Someone you look up to: my homies that have passed away, I look up to them every day

100: A store you love? I like to order things

101: Favorite type of shoes? VANS

102: Where do you live? Doesn’t matter smh

103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? Nnnooo

104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? Shiet

105: Do you drink milk? Milk drinks me glug glug bitch

106: Do you like bugs? NAH

107: Do you like spiders? NEGATIVE

108: Something you get paranoid about? Crack

109: Can you draw: if I try

110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? Mannnnn idk

111: A question you hate being asked? Anything about my dead homies makes me at least a little uncomfortable

112: Ever been bitten by a spider? No

113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? Obviously

114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? Sunny but not burning hot sunny u feel me

115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: who told u this information

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120: Fruits or vegetables? Fruit salad perhaps

121: Something you want to do right now: Get tf out of here

122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? Sky for sure

123: Sweet or sour foods? I eat sweets to confuse the demons inhabiting this body

124: Bright or dim lights? Dimmadomedim

125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? Bitch u really thought dragons aren’t real

126: Something you hate about Tumblr: everyone is so sensitive bro then y’all gang up and bully someone for something so small & meaningless as if you have nothing better to do with yourselves

127: Something you love about Tumblr: nobody really knows me here & if you do then hey hi wassup I trust you 🖤

128: What do you think about the least? Sheesh I have adhd next question please

129: What would you want written on your tombstone? She was a bitch but she was a lit bitch

130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? Fuck violence

131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? My mind

132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? Ehhhhh on occasion

133: Computer or TV? Tv

134: Do you like roller coasters? Naaah son

135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? No

136: Are your ears lobed or attached? Lobed thank god

137: Do you believe in karma? HAH YES, she been slacking though💀👀

138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? 3 tbh

139: What nicknames do you have/have had? People used to call me gauges and I am so glad that stage is over

140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? Oh, you mean schizophrenia because yes

141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? For years, then I dipped out because I know I can’t be cured from mental instability

142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? Bad bad baaaad yikes

143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Giving

144: What makes you angry? When people play with me or attention seeking people, I really hate some of y’all cry baby asses fr

145: How many languages do you speak fluently? one sadly

146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? All of the above

147: Are you androgynous? Have you seen me because lmao

148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: I can’t even pick one because I genuinely hate myself and how I look

149: Favorite thing about your personality: my what now 💀

150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person: Jeremy McKinnon I want to tell him thank you. That’s it I guess

151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? Um probably none

152: Do you like BuzzFeed? Oooooofff I used to years ago but shit I’m over it now

153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] my what

154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? NO I AM NOT THE MOM FRIEND

155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? Not unless you’re my actual partner and even then I don’t really like to

156: What embarrasses you? Being outside

157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: speaking/existing

158: Biggest lie you have ever told: I love you

159: How many people are you following? Idk prob a lot

160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? I’ve had this since I was 12 or something I really don’t know

161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? IDFKKK

162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? WHAT